SO, has the warning in the introduction come true for you? It certainly has for me. What nightmares/experiences have you had because of HoL?
SO, has the warning in the introduction come true for you? It certainly has for me. What nightmares/experiences have you had because of HoL?
Well, I have this recurrent nightmare where a person whose face is hidden keeps asking me the same question again and again.
And again.
I keep answering them, but they keep asking. Each time they ask, they have a different voice. [img]images/smiles/icon_sad.gif[/img]
i fear fatwoul and the other site vetrens with spotaniously combust soon...*goes back off in search of lemon drizzle cake*
[ June 30, 2003: Message edited by: Statix ]
Why? They asked about nightmares and I told them. [img]images/smiles/icon_confused.gif[/img]
I have nightmares about my teeth being cracked/ falling out/ crushing eachother. It's not a specific nightmare, it just happens in different forms in different dreams. It's very fucking unpleasant.
And by the way:
Maybe it's just me, but you should reconsider placing your full address in your profile. There are a bunch of weirdos around here.
You should not have pointed that out.
There are a bunch of weirdos around here.
I have this one where either I'm hunting someone or someone is hunting me, I'm missing my left ring finger a lá Frodo at the end of the Return of the King, and when I catch them, it's always me, who I promptly shoot. Bang
i have a recurring dream, where i'm sittinng in a room, looking through a window, and im looking into another room, which is slowly filling with water. and as the other room fills with water, it gets harder and harder to breathe in the room i am in. then, when i can't breathe anymore, i wake up. i've been having it since i was six.
there's another dream i have, every year around october, but instead of having the same dream each time, itsw like a continuation of the same dream. weird.
quote:I have the same dream all the fucking time. Every dream book I've read tells me that it means you are insecure about something or that you have a secret you don't want anyone to find out about. All the same, it is an extremely disconcerting dream.
Originally posted by 1exist:
I have nightmares about my teeth being cracked/ falling out/ crushing eachother. It's not a specific nightmare, it just happens in different forms in different dreams. It's very fucking unpleasant.
I've been having dreams about driving exactly eleven nails into the center of my forehead with a nail gun in a circular area about 5 cm. I then get a small pair of needle-nosed pliers and pull them all out one by one. I can feel every sensation with enormous detail much to my own discomfort. I'm outside and the feeling of moving air over the wounds is really disturbing.
I've also had this problem where I'd be dreaming and I'd suddenly wake up to this deafening sound in my left ear. I'd grind my ear into the pillow and try to fall back asleep and then I would, and I'd re-dream the dream I had before I woke, only to wake once again at the same time in the dream to the same sound in my ear, and this would happen over and over again, many times each nite. It was awful. And it is quite painful. I can't figure out what the sound was, but I am certain that I was actually awake and conscious each time.
Anyone have this kind of problem?
[ June 30, 2003: Message edited by: Roger Orzig ]
On topic....before the book I did have a nightmare similar to what others have claimed to "experience" because of the book...it starts out pretty normal...I'm talking with my family and suddenly the entire picture except myself goes black...I'm not an expert but I belive that it has something to do with my fear of being alone... but this hasnt occured recently...in fact it hasnt occured in about 2 years...
A more recent nightmare that is recurring....I'm in a hotel with my close friend and for some reason I decide to go down stairs and the floor below is one large swimming pool...and the stairs gets more narrow as i go down...i end up having to jump off the side and go to the elevator...the fall seems like a bottomless pit but i land softly...as i reach the elevator I notice that not only am i in the company of the monopoly guy but also my friend...they both look over at me and in unison ask me "What took you so long?"
well there you have it...any ideas or explainations....help me out here...
~peace~
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Originally posted by Statix:
...and suddenly the entire picture except myself goes black...
Sounds alot like the dreams of some of my friends who struggled with nightmares after reading HoL.
But, you don't go black?...Are you looking at the scene as an omniscent outside observer, or can you see yourself illuminated?
im just the only one there...i guess you could say an observer...
Does anyone have any vivid experiences with lucid dreaming they could talk about? Anyone ever been able to make themselves fly, anything like that?
I have had many a lucid dream. In my dreams I can often notice that I am dreaming and I will explore. It is usually farmiliar places, but with a twist. Like I will be in a room with the same paintings, and colors as my room, but it will be arranged differently. That is when I usually realize it and I seem to take control; I explore and have only once been able to soar from different plateaus [in one instance I stepped outside of my house and was on a mesa in the desert]. Anyway, after watching the movie Waking Life I actually do certain things. If anyone has ever seen this you know what I mean [ie. flicking the lights]. If you haven't seen this movie I highly suggest it.Originally Posted by 1exist
mementos or steam wetters
If you lucid dream a lot, you might want to talk to a doctor or something. Lucid dreaming screws up your REM sleep, which is important in keeping you sane. I read somewhere you can take suppressors which help you get REM sleep if you feel you are becoming sleep deprived.Originally Posted by mikelisse
I used to lucid dream. Haven't in years. I never did anything too exciting with it though. I'd fly around, blow stuff up (like a damn DBZ character), and from time to time transform a person or object into a different person or object.Originally Posted by 1exist
I had a weird dream about the book recently. I was at a party at a friend's house when my girlfriend started getting really upset about the presence of one guest. I told her it wasn't my party and I couldn't really throw him out, and she understood, but eventually she started freaking out and went into a spasm that culminated with her shrinking down into a (for some reason wet) 5-7 inch long black/grey box made of cloth with a pitch black squirrel's tail. I immediately went into a panic and picked her up, trying desperately to figure out how to turn her back. I approached a maid who suggested I find her a bed to rest in, and when I asked where I could find one she directed me to a large extension of the house out back.
Apparently this house was freaking huge. The back complex extended for at least a mile , its wall undulating back and forth in the sunset all the way to the horizon. I was on a suspended walkway around its perimeter. The thing was falling into disrepair, there were enormous gaps in almost every wall and apparently a lot of water damage. Also, there were a lot of dilapidated, unlit hallways (which I was certain to be filled with some manner of ghouls or ghosts). I entered the first room I found in a random hallway that was still touched by sunlight. There were three wire-frame beds with extremely uncomfortable-looking mattresses, severely ripped and again suffering from water damage. I sat on one, holding my black squirrelbox of a girlfriend, wondering what to do and feeling really, really uncomfortable.
Then I woke up.
I dreamed of skylarks—but I heard
The cuckoo and the mocking bird.
I don't even know how to respond to that. I read it and laughed so hard I cried, that is fucked up.Originally Posted by Pyro62S
~Fuse
Donnie: Why do you wear that stupid bunny suit?
Frank: Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
I've had a dream where I was standing at the foot of my own bed, watching myself sleep, but instead of sleeping alone like usual I had someone lying next to me. He rolled over and touched my cheek and once I awoke he whispered the words "I'm so sorry" and literally started to choke up blood. I sat up, beginning to cry spontaneously. Obviously the dream "me" knew what was meant by his words and knew exactly what was going on, where I, myself had been completley lost and continued to watch. Once the dream "me" sat up, she wrapped her arms around the stranger, rocking him back and forth while he continued to die. She continued to cry the entire time, and looked out the window until he finally passed, lying silently in her arms. I remember trying to force myself to wake up and I couldn't. Nothing could wake me up and I eventually had to watch this scene for what seemed like hours.
I usually remember up to three dreams that I have, however I don't remember anything this that I may have dreamed that night, it was quite strange.
I grow weary of the sun, and
wish now the ties of the world
would become undone.
Over the summer, I decided to alter my circadian rhythms, to see it's effect on my dreams. There was nothing significant, and I retained the ability to wake up several times a night to write them down.
I think that the best way to lucid dream is to think about dreaming, a lot. Also, to keep a journal of your dreams, and to jot down every detail about every dream. It really helped me remember more dreams.
I've had three dreams regarding the teeth thing. My third was about a week ago, and it involved me trying to put my mouth together (like a puzzle), and holding it in place until it healed.
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Originally posted by Mr Hood:
it seems like youre looking at a mirror and drowning... the kinda dream in which dying, you awake.
[ June 30, 2003: Message edited by: Mr Hood ]
i'm not, because the dream always starts with me climbing through a small tunnel from the water room to the dry room, and then the tunnel closes and disappears. and the room that is filling with water is always empty, where as the room i am in is always inhabited by me and some unidentified old woman. though i definitely wake up when i am about to die.
as for lucid dreaming, i do it occasionally, though i can't do it very often. usually it only happens if i see something in the dream that i recognize as something from another dream. and even then i often wake up just as i realize i'm dreaming. when i am lucid, my dreams are usually a little more realistic, though i still have a tendancy to go from one location to another with no intervening travel.
the strangest thing i have noticed when dreaming is that i can't read books or magazines. i can open them, and look in them, and there are words, but my eyes seem to just slide off the words, so that i can't read them. it's bizarre. does anyone else have this?
I had a nightmare last night that I was with a group of people who were all turning their CDs into an Italian Mafia boss. I was terrifed of the Mafia boss, and he was very displeased at how I stacked my CDs. But there was nothing to do but submit, as he was capable of creating horrors for me worse than death.
Displeased with how I had stacked my CDs, he told me to go to a certain store and wait there for one of his men. I knew this meant I was going to die; but I was too terrified to disobey, as I knew he could do things to me worse than death.
I went to the store and waited, and finally a black man showed up. He told me he was going to strike my face such that my nasal cartilidge stabbed through my brain and killed me, so I stood as he directed, then Bam! his palm struck my nose. Everything went black, and I wasn't breathing. I know I wasn't breathing in real life too, as my diaphragm started to expand in spasms, such that happens when I hold my breath a very long time. This woke me up, and I began breathing again.
Do you think death is so bad because you don't know what's going to happen? It could be the best thing next to life.Originally Posted by Angelhaunt
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Yes, I heard it's impossible to read in dreams, something about how your subconcious can't interact with text? I have no idea. I might have heard this from Waking Life, which I know has been discussed...
Angelhaunt, that was trippy.
Perhaps it isnt entirely impossible because I've had several dreams where I am reading books in my dream. I never remember what I was reading once I wake up but it seemed very thought prokvoking (who knows maybe it was just a Dr Seuss book lol)Originally Posted by 1exist
One time I dreamt that I was reading the meaning of a word out of the dictionary. The word: epoch (I pronounced it ee-pahk in my dream)
i've always been under the influance that if you die in a dream you die in real life too...
I have a really good one here. It happened long before I ever started reading HoL though (I am only a little after page 100 now).Originally Posted by JuggaloStatix
I knew I was dreaming - lucid dreaming, I think that is called. But still I was afraid to jump down from some high altitude, because I thought if I died in a dream I might die in real life too. Finally though I got myself to jump! So I did.
A lot of people say you wake up before you hit the ground. This dream was different: I kep falling down towards the ground, but then as I came close I started slowing down, and suddenly I was kind of levitating abve the ground - had come to a stop before I hit the earth.
Now, it could be that this was influenced by the flight simulator game I used to play for a while as a child: When you crashed, you could still see through the cockpit window afterward, it shook a bit and then you were still above the ground.
Or it may mean that I died in the dream and had left my body?
Kathrin
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Originally posted by Statix:
i've always been under the influance that if you die in a dream you die in real life too...
The week Lincoln was assassinated, he related this story to Lamon, who was in charge of his safety:
"About ten days ago I retired late. I had been up waiting for important dispatches from the front. I could not have been long in bed when I fell into a slumber, for I was weary. I soon began to dream. There seemed to be a death-like stillness about me. Then I heard subdued sobs, as if a number of people were weeping. . . . I went from room to room; no living person was in sight, but the mournful sounds of distress met me as I passed along. It was light in all the rooms; every object was familiar to me; but where were all the people who were grieving as if their hearts would break? . . . Determined to find the cause of such a state of things so mysterious and shocking, I kept on until I arrived at the East Room, which I entered. There I met with a sickening surprise. Before me was a catafalque, on which rested a corpse wrapped in funeral vestments. Around it were stationed soldiers who were acting as guards; and there was a throng of people. . . . 'Who is dead in the White House?' I demanded of one of the soldiers. 'The President,' was his reply, 'he was killed by an assassin!' "
From Abraham Lincoln: The Prairie Years and the War Years, by Carl Sandberg.