Ok, so I couldn't really find a topic for this already(and didn't really bother to look all that hard. Sue me!) so I thought I'll throw it up here.
Last night I had a dream. The dream made me wonder if the dream department of my brain is on acid and a coctail of pills that would make experienced ravers go O_O. My dream went something along the lines of this;
I remember being at some kind of research center. I have no fucking clue what kind of center it was, but they had one massive garden. As we went out in this garden, something started to stirr in the ground. Up from the ground there came a massive sort of hybrid of a wasp and a bee. I've decided to call the flying fucker a Wee. It was larger than a man and it chased us around a bit. Somehow we managed to kill the Wee and cut it's head off. You might consider a Wee trophy to be bizarre, but my entire dream was beyond bizarre.
Then we ended up in a petrol station. Maybe we got teleported there by alien technology or maybe the Wee made us run, fuck if I know. But this was no ordinary petrol station. For some reason there was a funeral home underneath it, where people could mourn the dead, but there wasn't room enough to have the coffin there for some reason. And in one of the small rooms there was a couple sleeping.
So, does anyone else here have dreams like mine that I classify as "Bad Acid Dreams"? Usually followed with strong colours in the surrounding world as well.
And does anyone have a fucking clue what my dream could mean?
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Ok, Elit.... Question ... are you totally sure you did not take some bad acid and this was just a nasty acid trip?? LOL
And as for what it could mean, do you really want to explore that deeply what goes on in your head?
Then again, it might just mean you play WAY to much video games! Just sayin....
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And as for what it could mean, do you really want to explore that deeply what goes on in your head?
Then again, it might just mean you play WAY to much video games! Just sayin.... The fix -
Well Elit, with the usual crap that goes on in your head and comes out of your mouth, I'm not surprised you are dreaming this shit. A huge WEE? WHO is cooking your dinners these days? As for the petrol station, I think you've been sniffing too much petrol at the stations! Now, are you sure it was a funeral home and not a room in some kinky type of Bordello and are you sure the couple in the other room were sleeping? You sure it wasn't some type of tantric sex?
I do have dreams my sweet, but nothing as bad arsed as that, althought I did dream once that a man with a knife was chasing me through a house and then he chopped both his arms off. HOW the hell he chopped the second arm off when he only had that arm left, I will never know.
Have you ever heard of ppl having 'flashbacks' after taking acid? Maybe you took too much of it when you were younger. These flashbacks can occurr years later, out of the blue apparently.
Other than that, the only thing I can think of that your dream might mean is that you wish your weewee was as big as a man and stung like a wasp, you sniffed some petrol at the station on your way to the kinky bordello where you can use the said giant wasp.
Hope that helps sweetie.
I do have dreams my sweet, but nothing as bad arsed as that, althought I did dream once that a man with a knife was chasing me through a house and then he chopped both his arms off. HOW the hell he chopped the second arm off when he only had that arm left, I will never know.
Have you ever heard of ppl having 'flashbacks' after taking acid? Maybe you took too much of it when you were younger. These flashbacks can occurr years later, out of the blue apparently.
Other than that, the only thing I can think of that your dream might mean is that you wish your weewee was as big as a man and stung like a wasp, you sniffed some petrol at the station on your way to the kinky bordello where you can use the said giant wasp.
Hope that helps sweetie.
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Sounds like an "acid flashback". Did you ever take acid? Or have you recently traveled to the foothills of the Himilayas? Some wild plants grow there, LOL! Or maybe you "accidentily" ate something that was laced with some mind altering substance like the American Judo Athlete did!!
Turn on your Lava lamp, burn some incense, play 'In A Gadda Da Vida" on your iPod and ride it out!!
Sounds like an "acid flashback". Did you ever take acid? Or have you recently traveled to the foothills of the Himilayas? Some wild plants grow there, LOL! Or maybe you "accidentily" ate something that was laced with some mind altering substance like the American Judo Athlete did!!
Turn on your Lava lamp, burn some incense, play 'In A Gadda Da Vida" on your iPod and ride it out!!
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Actually, I have some very bizarre dreams sometimes. There are many, many online dream dictionaries and books you can get in shops. Some interpretations are the same, others very conflicting. Some are just a bunch of crap. So even if you can't find out what it actually means, it can be very funny using the dictionaries to make your own interpretation up.
Sometimes, we just have weird dreams; there's not always an answer or reason for them. Other times, they stem from memories, subconcious inner workings, things we're dwelling on (whether we realise it or not), etc. Sometimes I dream of something, and then it actually happens. They're never nice things, so I always worry when I have those.
I like the nice wiggly dreams best. I'd like more of those.
Sometimes, we just have weird dreams; there's not always an answer or reason for them. Other times, they stem from memories, subconcious inner workings, things we're dwelling on (whether we realise it or not), etc. Sometimes I dream of something, and then it actually happens. They're never nice things, so I always worry when I have those.
I like the nice wiggly dreams best. I'd like more of those.
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For the record; Have never done acid or any stronger narcotic drug than smoking a quarter of a joint of hashish, which was very mild. Have not been to high altitutudes(apart from planes) recently, and I've been to maximum 1500 meters above sea level.
You sure you actually dream them? I have had several moments where I think I know what's happening next, who's saying what and so forth. Personally, I think it's just the mind playing tricks on you(or they're altering things in the Matrix and we have a deja vu).
You sure you actually dream them? I have had several moments where I think I know what's happening next, who's saying what and so forth. Personally, I think it's just the mind playing tricks on you(or they're altering things in the Matrix and we have a deja vu).
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i used to have really vivid really bizarre dreams with just riot of color in them...you know,the kinds of dreams that would hang out with you for days? they've subsided since ive gotten older, i miss them in fact.
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For the record; Have never done acid or any stronger narcotic drug than smoking a quarter of a joint of hashish, which was very mild. Have not been to high altitutudes(apart from planes) recently, and I've been to maximum 1500 meters above sea level.
You sure you actually dream them? I have had several moments where I think I know what's happening next, who's saying what and so forth. Personally, I think it's just the mind playing tricks on you(or they're altering things in the Matrix and we have a deja vu).
I read a study about deja vu and that feeling of knowing something before it happens. The people who did that study put it down to some kind of misfiring in the brain, like a momentarily crossed wire or something. I sometimes have "waking dreams" where I wander off somewhere mentally, and then sort of wake up to find I was daydreaming. Not just imagining, but really vivid type stuff. It's usually when I'm either stressed or wanting to be elsewhere.
I know that's not the case with my "predictive" dreams, as I've shared them with people before, and then it happened, and we were all,
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I've had some really weird dreams and we're talking full surround sound, the hills are alive, vivid stuff with smells, tastes and basically an imitation of real life, feelings included. And daydreams of a similar calibre, in fact people called me "spaceman" when I was wee because of my affinity for dreaming.
I've dreamt a lot of things, some to the point where I thought they were real and when I started talking about the events of the dream to those who were in it as if they were shared memories, they looked all confused and told me I'd dreamt it - and they were correct. An example of this type of dream was when I was walking down the road (I remembered this whilst I was on a bus). I was, in the dream, listening to obnoxiously loud heavy metal, as I do . It was the middle of the day in bright sunlight and the streets were deserted, save for one lone man who seemed very placid and non threatening. Next moment I start singing, heavy metal stylee and actually skipping down the road, also as I have done in real life, sometimes the music just takes me. The dude saw me and joined in. For the life of me, I couldn't remember if this was a dream or a memory but it seemed too bizarre for a memory, so I chalked it up to a dream. To this day, I still have no clue if it was a dream because of the vividness of it but I'm weird enough to have actually done this, you see.
I also have recurring dreams, which I see as a sign, perhaps they are guiding me. And I've even had dreams of Lush members - not necessarily sexual ones but they were vivid and probably a sign that I spend too much time frequenting Lush but they were also a source of inspiration or at least the feelings were.
It sounds to me, elit, that your dream has potential for a story. I think if you have any dreams that feel related to it, you should write them down, even if it's just in an attempt to understand them. I gotta say, I love dreaming no matter the time or my consciousness level when it takes place. I'm definitely a dreamer, for better or for worse.
I've dreamt a lot of things, some to the point where I thought they were real and when I started talking about the events of the dream to those who were in it as if they were shared memories, they looked all confused and told me I'd dreamt it - and they were correct. An example of this type of dream was when I was walking down the road (I remembered this whilst I was on a bus). I was, in the dream, listening to obnoxiously loud heavy metal, as I do . It was the middle of the day in bright sunlight and the streets were deserted, save for one lone man who seemed very placid and non threatening. Next moment I start singing, heavy metal stylee and actually skipping down the road, also as I have done in real life, sometimes the music just takes me. The dude saw me and joined in. For the life of me, I couldn't remember if this was a dream or a memory but it seemed too bizarre for a memory, so I chalked it up to a dream. To this day, I still have no clue if it was a dream because of the vividness of it but I'm weird enough to have actually done this, you see.
I also have recurring dreams, which I see as a sign, perhaps they are guiding me. And I've even had dreams of Lush members - not necessarily sexual ones but they were vivid and probably a sign that I spend too much time frequenting Lush but they were also a source of inspiration or at least the feelings were.
It sounds to me, elit, that your dream has potential for a story. I think if you have any dreams that feel related to it, you should write them down, even if it's just in an attempt to understand them. I gotta say, I love dreaming no matter the time or my consciousness level when it takes place. I'm definitely a dreamer, for better or for worse.
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I haven't had a crazy dream in a while, but I find it fascinating when I do. It may sound flaky, but I have a dream journal that I write my odder dreams in. They are so very fleeting, but when I go back and read what I've written I can sometimes catch those very bizarre images that my brain has stored away. I agree with Gurlyboy, you should write it out, find creative inspiration from it!
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Last week, I awoke and remembered I had been dreaming.
I was riding shotgun with my 49 year old born-again-christian brother, who (I love, but don't like quite well enough) rarely in our adult years have we spent much time alone together.
He had just stolen a 2012 Chevy SS Camaro from an auto dealer's lot...and I jumped in to try to talk him into ditching the car and both of us walking away from it - without repercussions.
Instead, he veered off of a street in a residential area and drove through the side of a house. The car ended up in the dining room area of someone's Cape Cod styled residence.
The homeowner, who I did not recognize, casually walked into the carnage and began shouting at the both of us. He was quite enraged and throwing pieces of broken chairs, china, and other furniture and stuff... in our direction.
I remember sitting in the front passenger seat, turning my face from the pissed off yelling man, to my left and looking at my brother. Jon had a shit eating grin on his face and he said: "I should've stolen a bulldozer."
I woke up with no freaking idea what that was all about.
I rather enjoyed it. It was in color. I was invincible.
The 1st dream I can remember 'having' in several months.
I was riding shotgun with my 49 year old born-again-christian brother, who (I love, but don't like quite well enough) rarely in our adult years have we spent much time alone together.
He had just stolen a 2012 Chevy SS Camaro from an auto dealer's lot...and I jumped in to try to talk him into ditching the car and both of us walking away from it - without repercussions.
Instead, he veered off of a street in a residential area and drove through the side of a house. The car ended up in the dining room area of someone's Cape Cod styled residence.
The homeowner, who I did not recognize, casually walked into the carnage and began shouting at the both of us. He was quite enraged and throwing pieces of broken chairs, china, and other furniture and stuff... in our direction.
I remember sitting in the front passenger seat, turning my face from the pissed off yelling man, to my left and looking at my brother. Jon had a shit eating grin on his face and he said: "I should've stolen a bulldozer."
I woke up with no freaking idea what that was all about.
I rather enjoyed it. It was in color. I was invincible.
The 1st dream I can remember 'having' in several months.
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