dude thats my dream. dont even fucking steal it.

a had a dream, and i woke up in it. I love when that happens rock:

srsly?

I go to bed stoned more often than not because I usually do my smoking in the late evening - and it doesn't effect my dreams at all...

Doesnt mean Im gay. It was weird, and uncomforatble. Last night I had a dream about a girl...

Was she cooking you food?

she was sucking off kevin kline while he watched and mastuerbated

recently ive been dreaming about my ex gf that i want back, she is dating someone else right now too, so ive been real sad about it...i wish i could just get these feelings out of my head.

you can

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no. It was also a weird dream. Its this girl I've liked for like 4 years, and it was the last day of school again. Except that school was now a huge, sprawling maze, and we were trying to make our way from class to class. And then she disappeared. Which sucks because I didnt know how to get around, and she didnt know how to defend herself. So I spent the last part of this dream running around panicked, looking for her as I heard her scream. Then I woke up.

Isnt it weird how time chnages in your dreams? I've had dreams that seem to go on for hours, like big epic journey type dream. Actually, the big maze dream is a recurring theme for me, but its the first time Jocelyn was there, and the first tike ive ever gotten where we were trying to get to.

i had a weird dream last month and so after i woke up i emailed my friend jackie the whole thing:

"I had the weirdest dream just now. i was at the academy awards because I had won a seat. they were going to let me present an award to jake gyllenhall and I was getting so nervous about speaking in front of everyone so I started asking people for advice and help cause I had no idea what to say. finally robert redford walked me over to tom hanks sitting in a directors chair and told him that I couldn’t do it so tom changed the presentors name to someone else (I forget who) on this weird looking computer and gave me a very disappointed look. As we were leaving, this really cute freckled red head in a dress and cardigan sweater came up to me and said she was my biggest fan. She gave me a hug and asked me to look at the purple writing on her hand. I took her hand to read it and it was her phone number and so I read it aloud. She smiled at me and told me to give her a call and I said I would and started rubbing her fine ass. I was a little stunned by this and for some reason my other friend homer appeared. as we were walking away, I started to forget her phone number and so I started shaking him and yelling at him to remember it so he started reciting the phone number and repeating it. at this point an older, famous actress walked past us and started to laugh at me or both of us. Then I was in a SUV being driven by rob lowe when he suddenly slammed on the brakes and skidded into the back of a UPS truck near the parking structure. The police were helping people out of the car and I did not have my seatbelt on, so I tried to pull it across my lap to make it look like it was on the whole time. As I got out of the car, I saw the guy who plays Pussy on the sopranos laying on the ground and the EMT were giving him aid. I think he had a heart attack or something."

stupid:

LOL

Best dream ever. LOLsalot.

Yeah

if you want to see a messed up dream watch waking life.

actually it's not that messed up, just really philosophical. The whole movie is about lucid dreaming.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0243017/

the hell..! LOL for days

i dreamt of getting head last night

a favourite, specially since at the time i was learning/trying to lucid dream; but it's pretty hrad.

i usually have 2 or 3 vivid dreams a night, but i never post them up. ill start sometime.

I actually saw that movie a while back. All I can remember is the he walks outside and starts to float and shit. I remember being really confused, but I wouldn't mind seeing it.

have you been able to do it at all?

I don't think i ever have, but it would be great to learn how to do if it's even possible to teach yourself.

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too bad you can't sleep on mushrooms oOo:


ninty; a few times i had it, but this was after a few weeks of trying. i did it by repeating a few sentences over and over before going to bed for 3-5 minutes. i read around and i felt this was the easiest (aka laziest) method to lucid dream. i would literally say:
what is my name? kyle
where do i live? midland
how old am i? 19
am i dreaming? yes
(obviously you can replace the questions for yourself, just keep them simple and make sure they end with am i dreaming.) the trick to having full vivid dreams is to wake yourself up with a quarter of your sleep left, do something for a few minutes and pass back out (works for everyone). anyways, throughout the night i would be dreaming, and eventually the whole question thing would occur somewhere in my dream; and once you say "am i dreaming? yes." its like someone flipped on a light switch. you're fully conscious of yourself and your surroundings. i remember literally thinking, ok i got it. now what do i want to do? being the typical person i wanted to fly. flying comes in time, people start out with long strides as if you were on the moon, then eventually over buildings until you get your pilots licence. i dont know why i ever stopped trying, it was an awesome few experiences that i haven't forgotten yet.

[quote=anti]too bad you can't sleep on mushrooms oOo:
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no, but eventually it will fuck with your psyche enough that you will have interesting dreams.

[quote=CoMaToSe]too bad you can't sleep on mushrooms oOo:
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no, but eventually it will fuck with your psyche enough that you will have interesting dreams.[/quote:11b52]

i will protest to that statement. take mushrooms, you can't sleep until they've worn off. if you're a constant mushhead, yeah it will fuck your pysche up but it won't induce crazy dreams (dreams are crazy enough to begin with, i don't think drugs will create much difference).

[quote=anti]too bad you can't sleep on mushrooms oOo:
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no, but eventually it will fuck with your psyche enough that you will have interesting dreams.[/quote:8fd76]

i will protest to that statement. take mushrooms, you can't sleep until they've worn off. if you're a constant mushhead, yeah it will fuck your pysche up but it won't induce crazy dreams (dreams are crazy enough to begin with, i don't think drugs will create much difference).[/quote:8fd76]

I agree. Sleeping on shrooms is an impossibility - too much thinking.

Thats how you lucid dream?? Thats cool, I'm definitely going to give that a try. I've lucid dreamt once before, but it wasn't necessarily lucid as I wasn't aware I was in a dream per se - I merely became aware that there was no consequences for my actions so I just went up to whoever and did whatever I wanted. I still remember that as one of the coolest dreams I've ever had.

I dreampt that i got pulled over for driving with one hand. It got me so pissed off.

Same with me. I smoke before bed and watch TV.

I get really out of place dreams.

Fighting the taliban/middle eastern people in an old neighborhood/forested area that i used to live in, AK 47 rocks

I did it. Last night, for just a few minutes in my dream, I was totally concious and aware that I was experiencing a common anxiety induced dream. Common for me, anyway. I have never remembered a dream this well before:

I went to school, and my drama teacher grabs me and tells me "Chris where have you been? You're late!"
"Late for what?"
"THE PERFORMANCE!"
"Oh shit."
*Explanatory note, I frequently have dreams of this nature for weeks after a play or something. Its just usually not when I have a huge role in Shakespeare (Sir Toby in 12th Night)
So I quickly get into costume, about halfassed. I come out behind the stage, and recognize my dialogue being read as though from a book. I realize that The drama teacher's assistant, a girl called alison, is reading my lines as Stacie,playing maria, performs against them. Oh SHit. I run out, and literally slide, baseball style, into my postion on stage. I prepare to say my first line... When I realize I dont actually know them. Its been too long. So after standing there for a minute, I look at the audience. There are only two people. A middle aged couple. So I apologize them them, explaining that I didn't know there was going to be an encore performance, and it had been so long since the last one, that I had long forgotten my lines.
Then the drama teacher, who is called miss mac, comes out, berates me, and apologizes to the small audience, saying we just need a few minutes to get ready and start again. I immediately go backstage and look for a script. There are plenty, but none seem to have any of my scenes in them. Every script. Nothing. Stacie comes up to me, and says "You want to practice our lines?"
"Sure"
I have the first line in the scene, I know that. But I dont remember it. So stacie's tone completely changes, and she starts asking me questions.
"What's your name?"
"Chris"
"Where do you live?"
"Germany"
"How old are you?"
"18"
"Are you dreaming?"
"Yes."
Then it was like a storm had stopped. All that weird ambient sound, like a mixture of shouting and static, was gone. My movements no longer felt distant or restricted. I was there, and I knew the deal. It was a dream. A way for me to vent my panic about forgetting my lines in the first place. So suddenly Im like a man who just got saved in church. Im running around to everyone, saying "Guys! It doesntmatter! ITS A DREAM!" Then the performance starts. I still havent found my script, but I dont care. A lot of boring nothing happens, as with any drama production. The first signs that Im starting to fade from rationality again is when my drama teacher, who is really quite obese, comes out with a multicolored gimpsuit on and a blonde wig, I guess to play a clown. Which was weird, because Feste was already on stage. But the thing was, she wasnt fat. She looked like an extremely skinny little man in the suit. I dont know how I recognized it as her, but I did.

Then the audience started laughing at her, like a full audience, but I looked out, there were still only the two. Out of nowhere, a guy sort of like orlando jones is MCing the show, and he says "If ya'll dont quiet down, Im just gonna call the show off." They dont, and he does. We all go home.

Suddenly Im home, and the lucidness is gone. Phones start ringing. We have four different phones in the house, on four separate lines. Somehow we know its ms mac calling. We all hate her, because shes such a fucking bicth and all, so anyhing she does is right away wrong. So she calls each phone in order. We can never find our phones. And we know shes doing it just to lead us on a chase. Then my cell phone rings, and I have it right on me. I answer, all tough guy "the FUCK you want?"
Its my dad. "Hey! watch your mouth, boy!"
"sorry, the cell phone just kinda freaked me out."
"Come to my room"
"KK"
on the way, I see my mom. Shes shoving my clothes into a suitcase. My sister is going to the states early, and taking some of my clothes with her. In reality, she did this the morning before this dream. I didnt say goodbye.
I get to my dad's room, and he hands me something. I dont remember what it is. He tells me hes taking mom down to some place. In my dream, I know this place well. I frequently invent places or concepts that have deep histories with me in my dream, but then make no sense in the real. And he leaves. Then my regular phone rings again, and I grab it. Its miss mac.
She starts droning on about something to do with my IB. Im not listenming. Then its silence on the other end, and I say hello?
No response. Almost immediately, tho, my cellphone gets an SMS. Its from ms mac. She's bascially telling me I have to rewrite some report I did for drama on Halo (again, illogical concept) then I scroll down, and she's left me some helpful quotes. For some reason, my cellphone has transformed into a large picture frame with the SMS engraved, but it still scrolls. I decide, heh thats a cool quote, and hang it up in my room. I cant find any nails to hang it up on, I need two, because the frame is now of a picture and is horizontal, not a verticle SMS quote. And theres no frame, its just a piece of floppy poster paper.

So I end my dream looking for a nail to hang a piece of poster paper with some random picture on it considering the word "Cortana" and how I can incorporate it into my report.

cliff notes are a must if you're going to write a novel.

guy1: man you gonna read that shit?
guy2: hell na'll i aint reading that shit

stop lying to try and get attention. just do it the old fashion way. Kill yourself.

that's sweet anti. i'm gonna look into it some more.

yea, Im lying oOo:

I dreamed BILL MAHER came to my door, shook my hand and gave me an enveloppe, then left.

I went to the kitchen, opened it and found out I won 3200$ for some reason, but the prize would be given to me at a rate of 20$ per week.

There were a bunch of items in the enveloppe that date back to another dream I had involving MAHER. Fuckin' weird.

I go to bed stoned all the time and as tripper said, its never effected my dreams at all either

I tried that thing last night, Anti - I dreamt, but it wasn't lucid....

I always seem to have dreams that are set around my house and property although the environment is totally exaggerated. Like there is a creek that runs parallel alongside my driveway, with trees all around it - That turns into a jungle like thick forest, and my room is where heapos of the dream takes place.
Last night I dreamt I was having a party - Probably my 21st because I have been worrying about having it at my house as it could turn out to be big - which is exactly what happened in my dream.
It felt like everyone from my school life was there, people I knew in high school and intermediate school...Then someone tells me to go outside because heaps of extra people have turned up and my entire property (which is exaggerated in size) is filled with like hundreds of people, and the rest of my dream is me worrying in my room about how I'm going to get these people out as I'm too scared if I kick them out they might destroy my house. With my close friends (which are random people from my past) telling me all these weird irrelevant things that aren't helping.
My girlfriend and my parents make a tiny cameo and my actual close friends aren't really there at all although I assume their presence....

Anyone ever have the out-of-control party dream? I seem to have them every so often...

Im gonna try your thing again, anti, see if I get any better

try dying in your sleep

beer: rock:

what is it that makes you so cruel?