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Author:  Raltar [ Fri Feb 03, 2012 4:37 pm ]
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I had a dream last night. It was about some people I used to know but I don't exactly remember when I knew them. But I know I knew them. It had to have been around high school or maybe junior high, but I know I knew them. We used to talk about starting up a band(despite any of us not knowing how to play any musical instruments at all). In the dream, we had started up the band and had one really good show, but something happened and I left the band for whatever reason and I went to visit them many years later. This whole experience is really bothering me because I can't remember where I knew these people from. I know I knew them because just the other day I was thinking about them for no apparent reason(maybe this is what caused the dream?) but the worst part is I can't remember a damn thing about them other than the band thing and that we used to have a really good time hanging out. I'm beginning to fear that I actually never knew them and that the whole friendship was based on another dream I had a long time ago and I just recalled it the other day without realizing it never **** happened. I don't know what to think.

I **** hate dreams. So much.
Author:  Talya [ Fri Feb 03, 2012 4:51 pm ]
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I see. So if I may ask, vhat type of relationship did you have vith your father?

/freud off
Author:  TheRiov [ Fri Feb 03, 2012 4:55 pm ]
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memory is often state dependent. You can remember other dreams while you're dreaming, but not waking.

Its actually true of other states too. If you studied drunk, you'll probably score better on the test if you're drunk then too. (within reason obviously)

A person under hypnosis can often recall previous hypnotic sessions that they can't in a waking state.

Gotta love marrying a psychologist ;-)
Author:  Talya [ Fri Feb 03, 2012 4:57 pm ]
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TheRiov wrote:
Gotta love marrying a psychologist ;-)


You're eventually going to hate that. Every single argument you get into, you're going to get psychoanalyzed. Be prepared.
Author:  Rynar [ Fri Feb 03, 2012 5:08 pm ]
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Talya wrote:
TheRiov wrote:
Gotta love marrying a psychologist ;-)


You're eventually going to hate that. Every single argument you get into, you're going to get psychoanalyzed. Be prepared.

If he's fortunate enough to share our superior Irish breeding, he's immune.
Author:  Micheal [ Fri Feb 03, 2012 8:29 pm ]
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You can't psychoanalyze a person who will say anything for the sake of a good story and pulling the wool over someone's eyes for the fun of it.

The Irish have a reputation for not being particularly truthful when undergoing the process. It isn't lying, the damn git is asking questions that are none of his business and doesn't deserve a straight answer.
Author:  Rorinthas [ Fri Feb 03, 2012 11:16 pm ]
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Dreams are weird. At least you don't dream about places you haven't been yet.

Or do you...
Author:  Jasmy [ Sat Feb 04, 2012 2:04 am ]
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I've dreamt of places I've never been before...at least I don't think I've been there before...maybe in another life?? Is there such a thing?? :?
Author:  Raell [ Sat Feb 04, 2012 11:22 am ]
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I used to dream of Surefall Glade.
Author:  shuyung [ Sat Feb 04, 2012 11:32 am ]
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I've dreamt of places that I later visited and experienced a sense of deja vu. And that's how I know I'm in the Matrix.
Author:  Stathol [ Thu Feb 16, 2012 10:59 pm ]
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I had a unique (for me) dream experience last week. I woke myself up laughing. The details of the dream are lost, but the scene was some kind of "round table" meeting in what looked like a very old building. Castle, maybe. A young thief/rogue-ish looking woman was making some really impassioned, emotional plea. Right the apex of the dramatic speech, she flings a knife with impressive force out the window in emphasis. There's a moment of stunned silence. Then the guy sitting next to me makes this little mock, thrown-voice "Oww! ... Oh god, who would throw a knife!" (think Will Farrell in Austin Powers).

It really wasn't very funny, but it was kind of a "laughing in church" sort of moment. Whatever the reason, my brain, asleep at 4 in the morning, apparently thought this was high comedy. I've never had that happen before.

You know what bothers me now, though? Not nightmares. I still have plenty of those, but they haven't bothered me since I was child. Now I mostly just find them kind of amusing and/or exciting. Occasionally I'll have a particular brand of nightmare that leaves with me a really eerie feeling in the morning, but even those aren't particularly bothersome. The worst dreams? Falling in love. Or experiencing a moment of pure, exquisite beauty. And then you wake up. @(#*$(@# you, brain!

I had one of the latter a couple months ago. I don't even know how to convey the feeling of this dream. I was on a steep, forested hillside at night -- a few hours before dawn. The night was crystalline. You could see thousands of stars even through the pines. It felt as though I was warm even though the air was cool-bordering-on-cold with a soft breeze. I was sitting, knees drawn up almost to my chest, leaning back against the hill next to someone -- a young woman. We were talking quietly and lightly as we watched small points of light flickering down in the valley below. There were others elsewhere around. I can't remember anything that was said, or who she was. There was no sense of romance, just friendship and long acquaintance. In the dream, I was still my adult myself, but the feeling of that dream ... it was like I was still a child. The sensory flood all around me was still new and fresh. I was seeing the trees as though I hadn't already seen hundreds of thousands like them before. I felt and tasted that crisp pre-dawn air as though this was the first time I had ever awakened so early to experience it. The whole scene reverberated with such a deep sense of tranquility and contentment that it made the heart stand still.

And that was all. I can remember nothing else about the dream except that one moment and the feeling of knowing that it was slipping away from me and that there was nothing I could do about it -- not even to make it stay just a minute longer.

Those are the sorts of dreams that leave me really rattled in the morning.

Fake edit:

Obligatory - http://xkcd.com/621/
Author:  Raltar [ Sun Feb 19, 2012 6:19 pm ]
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I had a dream last night where Khross(dressed like Dr. Doom) was DMing for me and a few of my friends. Part way through, some of my friends were replaced by doombots, but I was the only one that noticed. We all went home(we were playing DnD on a plane flying around and we had to jump out to get home) and I went over to one of my friend's house that was replaced by a doombot. I was just about to kill her when my alarm woke me up, so I'll now never know if I was the crazy one or if everyone else was right about them not being doombots.
Author:  Slythe [ Tue Feb 21, 2012 4:53 pm ]
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Your dreams seem a bit similar to mine Stathol.

The human brain is all we truly are, simultaneously our greatest advantage and our greatest disadvantage.
Author:  Jeryn [ Wed Feb 22, 2012 4:15 pm ]
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The last time I remember being rattled by a dream...

I had a friend whose, I don't remember, daughter, ex, person of emotional attachment anyway, had fallen in with a bad crowd. She was this slip of a blonde-haired thing, carefree, just sort of lilted through life. And then she started seeing "Carlos", and she started to change. She got more and more withdrawn, and it was literally like you could see the lights going out in her eyes. And then she disappeared. Me and my friend somehow managed to track her down, and she was in Mexico - not really overtly abducted but very much in the sway of some Really Messed Up People.

So we went to Mexico to try to save her - rescue her, talk some sense into her. Hell, just reach her. And we found her in this dirty little town. She had sullen, sunken eyes. She was a ghost of herself. And they'd tattoed her face, against her will, the idea being that every time she looked at herself for the rest of her life she'd know that she wasn't really her own. Not any more. She wasn't imprisoned; she could walk in and out of the place we found her, but she wasn't leaving. They'd broken her will. They knew she wasn't going to go anywhere because she no longer had any concept that she could. She thought she was property and she was resigned to it.

We resolved to get her out of there, and that meant challenging these people. There was a confrontation, I have no idea where my friend was, and I got restrained by a few of them. One of them slit my throat clear from under one earlobe to the other - the idea being not to kill me, but to leave me with a scar of my own, much like the girl had her tattooed face. A message. There was just this raw malevolence to them; they got off on inflicting a sense of powerlessness on people, moreso than they wanted to do any particular thing to anyone. It'd never been clearer to me what domination and imposition of will was about. I remember having been thrown into and basically discarded in an alley, forced to leave without her, and just sobbing "they slit my throat!" to my friend, with rage and frustration at being impotent in the situation, and my shirt filthy, soaked and stained with my own blood. There wasn't a thing I could do to get her away from them, or to keep them from harming me.

So I talked to my friend, and told him I was going to get a gun (I don't know why I hadn't had one previously). I went to a shop to see what I could find to buy. And I woke up before the story could reach its conclusion. I know I'd been resolved to either get her out of there or die. I think I was pretty resigned to it being the latter, but I had to try, because leaving without trying would have been locking myself into the same kind of open prison they'd made for her. I woke up more deeply shaken than I'd ever been by a dream. Not scared, more like something hit me in my soul. It wasn't one of those things where you wake up and start losing the details and it all gets vague. It took me the better part of that day to shake the feeling I woke up with.

Yuck. Still wish I could un-experience that one.
Author:  Elmarnieh [ Wed Mar 14, 2012 7:52 pm ]
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My dreams are kind of blah since I almost always dream lucidly. Like there will be different settings and different things happening and I can change either of those if I concentrate hard enough. I just kind of look at it all and hope to be amused for the night and not have a boring dream of being at a family cookout and having another argument with the family about how its a dream and in real life I can't fly about. Though I get to each chips, soda, and deviled eggs any time of the year and with no calories.

Sometimes I stop "bad guys" in various forms and degrees. Sometimes I just go power mad and do whatever I want. Sometimes I sit and try to read the books in the house. Never can read more than a few words strung together. A five word sentence maybe.

I guess the most disturbing thing is very very rarely when I decide to go off exploring the mostly static dream world I run into me. Me me - my subconscious personified. We usually just both head the other way. The only conversation we ever had was
Me "We probably shouldn't talk".
Him Me "No we shouldn't".
Author:  Rorinthas [ Wed Mar 14, 2012 11:48 pm ]
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If I were you elm I'd take your advise on that one.
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