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I'm standing in the woods with a group of my friends. As we stand around talking, my friend's brother, Tom, points off yonder and says "Look at that!" With that, everyone disappears except myself and Tom.
Tom was pointing at a coiled up white snake. A black snake was slithering up behind it. Tom says "That's snake's gonna hurt the other one!" So Tom walks over, gently picks up the coiled white snake to rescue it from danger. He takes it a few feet away and softly tosses it on the ground.
The snake explodes into an orgy of blood and guts, coating myself and Tom in entrails. Tom's eyes go wide and he completely FLIPS THE FUCK OUT. He runs over, snags the black snake by the tail, spins it over his head in a circle and throws it as far into the woods as he can.
Which isn't very far.
It hits a tree about two feet away and gives us an encore of the prior bloodsplosion. Tom stands with his arms spread wide, gore dripping from him. I hear the pitter patter of rain, but there isn't a cloud in the sky.
Giant chucks of meat the size of cars fall from the sky and splatter on the ground, but only the soothing sound of a spring rain shower is heard.
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Woke up on the floor, having fallen off the top bunk.
Because I had a super-high fever once and in my delerium I hallucinated (while still technically awake) that I was in that part of Deep Blue Sea where the giant glass window breaks and the room floods
This happened over and over and over
I couldn't make my brain stop!
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EDIT: I didn't even have decent hallucinations on LSD, shrooms or DMT. Psychedelics have been the biggest let-down.
I was rather tired one night and drifted off to sleep. It was a good and restful sleep, but I was interrupted by a siren blaring. Understanding the TCS Tigers Claw was under attack, came to wakefulness and immediately donned all my clothing including boots in order to rush to the docking bay and launch for defense.
And then I woke up from my delightful but short dream to a REAL LIFE KLAXON, courtesy of my college's fire alarm system. And then donned my clothing in the exact precise way I had before, and rushed outside to meet with many other members of my dorm in the freezing cold snowy night.
By a strange coincidence, both sirens sounded almost exactly the same. I can only assume that I heard it while unconcious and my sleeping mind edited it into my dream experience. Trippy!
EDIT: My first words when awake were, and I quote: "Goddamn Kilrathi bastards."
"Vyn is the Master Director of PA. He's an Oscar winner, IMO." - MayGodHaveMercy (drunk)
That's almost certainly what happened. It's pretty common for folks to incorporate real-life sounds into their dreams.
I once had a dream where I was on a bus, and there was a group of annoying teenage girls sitting in the back, making very irritating high-pitched beeps on their gameboys. I politely asked them to turn off the sound, but they just swore at me and continued with the beeping. Soon afterwards, I woke up, and was relieved to realise that I was free from the infernal beeping...
...until I heard a beep. My fucking sister had been sitting nearby, messing about with her mobile. I angrily told her to shut it off, but naturally, she just swore at me and continued with the beeping.
Yes, I realize that, but I meant it literally: the college's alarm system was very, very close to sounding like the Deck 12 pilot rush cutscene sound effect.
"Vyn is the Master Director of PA. He's an Oscar winner, IMO." - MayGodHaveMercy (drunk)
Try having it happen about 10 times in a row. I've been stuck in lucid dream loops multiple times. It's actually not the worst thing ever, but it can be incredibly frustrating. I say "can be" because it's actually fun if I'm in the mood for it. It's like playing a really weird but simultaneously super realistic game, and if you lose you respawn in your bed.
I've noticed that my dreams always have 5 things in common, which are very useful for finding out whether I am dreaming or not:
1. Pinching myself very hard will not produce an appropriate amount of pain
2. Clocks will look normal the first time I look at them, then if I look away and back, the time will be changed or the arms will be spinning around. Interestingly, this also works on digital clocks, which will sometimes display impossible times (63:72 etc.) or flash gibberish devil symbols.
3. Looking in a mirror will result in a complete mindfuck (think the mirror in the bathroom in Doom 3). The effects are totally unpredictable, save for the fact that something weird will happen.
4. If I leave a room and then go back, it will always be different than it was previously, sometimes completely different.
5. Plugging my ears and screaming at the top of my lungs will always wake me up. This has saved me from some truly horrible nightmares. I believe this is because the "screaming" signal from the brain is strong enough that it "breaks through" my paralyzed sleep state. This is based on my experiences with sleep paralysis, where I will become conscious but cannot move my body except with extreme effort. Putting in enough effort and moving a body part will "break" the paralysis.
It is also interesting to note that I am able to do anything I want in a lucid dream if I really believe I can. Walk through walls and floors, fly around, etc. Basically Matrix shit.
I was visiting a friend, who lived in a village in the middle of a desert. There were no cars, and by the time I walked there I was tired, thirsty and hungry. It was then I discovered that everyone in the village was starving, and I was too weak to walk back home.
The reason everyone was starving was because all of their food - for they did have food - was either encased in tins or heavy-duty crates, and there were no tin-openers or knives with which to open the containers. Of course, being in the middle of a desert no one could grow any food.
Then my friend told me they had discovered there was a knife. Only one knife in the entire village. It was being guarded by the Russian mafia. A gang of five or six seven-foot tall assault-rifle wielding men were squatting in a tiny little straw hut in the dark protecting one, solitary knife.
At this point the dream became rather exciting, and I developed a highly improbable plan to retrieve the knife, which currently lay in a padded, sealed crate in the middle of the room, sat upon by one of its guards while the others guarded the doors and windows. I forget exactly how the plan was to unfold.
Just as I was about to reach the knife my friend yelled, 'forget about the knife! Get to the gondolas!' So I followed them outside to a small pier to which several gondolas were tethered, half-buried by the sand. We reached one of the gondolas just as the sewage system beneath the village exploded, creating a tidal wave, and soon we were floating away on a sea of poop.
A similar thing happened once, where I was dreaming I was a vampire flying over a city shooting cannonballs at me. One hit me in the stomach the exact same time a roommate threw a pillow as hard as he could at it. I jerked up so fast that I hurt myself.
This is interesting (and hilarious). Was it a coincidence that the pillow hit you at the same moment as the cannon ball, or did the pillow hit you first and your brain created a cannon ball to explain the feeling of getting hit in the stomach? Just because you experienced them as simultaneous doesn't necessarily mean it was simultaneous!
But yeah, I think the getting-hit-by-a-cannonball part was my brain scrambling to make sense of the pillow onslaught
Someone else mentioned the falling dreams where you land suck, but I actually had one of my funnest and simplest lucid dreams like this. I was on the third story of a hospital, and suddenly I became perfectly lucid or at least knew with 100 percent certainty that I was dreaming. I had been doing some lucid dreaming stuff and had been practicing flying and shit, but this time I was like 'No. I'm going to plow strait into the cement.' I ran full speed towards the nearest window, broke through the glass, and stuck my chest out as I fell the three stories strait into the concrete parking lot. The impact felt really good, and I kind of bounced half a foot back up in the air before landing on my stomach again, then I got up. I Proceeded to wake up; mission accomplished.
Since that night, I have yet to have a dream weirder than Rape Adventures the Videogame.
When you started off the game said you were definitely a rapist but as time went on you were unsure. I'm a lass, so needless to say I was perturbed when I awoke.
Strangely enough, this is the only element of lucidity I seem to have, it's more of a reaction to really bad dreams than something I actually think through.
I shut my eyes as hard as I can for 4-5 seconds, and when I reopen them it wakes me up.
That is exactly what I did. I escaped the snow monster so many times with that.
A lot of my dreams seem to involve people or things trying to kill me, for some reason. For a long time during my childhood I had a recurring dream where I was out in my backyard (which is fairly large) and some kind of monster would start coming after me. It would chase me all the way to the back door of my house, and each time I nearly made it inside, but the monster was always a little faster than me. I would always wake up right before it caught me though.
More recently I had a dream where I was trapped in some kind of mansion and there were 4 other people trying to kill me. I fought them off (with much skill and flair I might add) until there was only one left, and we fought forever until I finally woke up. These fighting/survival dreams rarely have a resolution, which is frustrating.
The weirdest dream that I can remember (I'm certain I've had stranger ones) involved the amazing discovery that all the furniture in the world were actually aliens from another planet. I had to build them a spaceship to get them back to their homeworld.
At the height of Larium usage I had a dream there was a 5 foot tall lizard in my bed.
Waking up doesn't cure Larium dreams, not for ten minutes or so.
So here I am in the middle of africa staring at the bed I just launched from.
I pulled all the covers off, no lizard.
Here is the beauty part of larium... your brain won't believe the real world only the dream.
So logically, the lizard was invisible.
It took me ten minutes to come down from a five foot tall invisible lizard someplace in the hut.
I just realized how to explain it to people for the first time in my life... it's like the people in the movie Push. You know what you are thinking isn't real but it's why too detailed and real not to be real
Another neat trick I have? I can dream hours in the space of minutes. If the alarm goes off at 6:00am and 6:15am I can dream entire science fiction epics most days in that fifteen minutes.
I have trouble falling asleep but I fall right into dreams.
The best nights is when I am half asleep and the "voices" start. It will be familiar voices of people i know or actors etc morphing into one another. And I can kind'a control what they say but it will just start drifting into totally random directions. But no images just blank. I get excited because I like to see where I can get the subject matter before I completely crash out.
The night before i dreamed Christina Applegate was my sister. That was weird. But you truly 110% believe these dreams. Even after you wake up.
It's a mindfuck for sure.
The part that always sticks out in my dreams is when I can tell when it starts to go bad. Basically, deals with depth perception and focusing. I used to have a re-occurring nightmares that would last for 3 days or so, then stop, then begin again weeks later. It would always start off the same, but the longer this process went on, the more in depth it became.
#1:
A tale male figure starts to appear in the dust, but stays obscured. He begins screaming my name over and over and over again. The red/brown dust starts turning bright red/orange and heats up. The entire room starts spinning like I'm in the eye of a hurricane and I somehow end up against the wall of the gym. I'm so close to the wall, I can feel my face pushed into it. I can see every small pore, the texture, etc. I can feel the presence of a female figure start to approach me from the rear. She starts whispering, real hush hush, my name repeatedly. I can feel the bricks start freezing and getting cold, the hair on the back of my neck begins to raise, and the spinning begins. I go from being pushed up against the wall to in the center of the gym instantaneously back and forth.
This whole thing repeats until I eventually wake up in a hot sweat freezing my ass off.
Lately I've been having re-occurring zombie nightmares that all seem part of a larger story. They seem real enough because I don't wake up during the terrifying parts. The zombies in my dream also don't operate like your typical zombie, they operate on hive mind: they get smarter the more of them there are in proximity; and removing their heads does nothing: my zombies are truly the undead.
The scene changes to a heavy rain storm in some shanty town. A helicopter is flying above and begins dropping soldiers off. Flashlights go on and we start looking through the shanties (composed of old shipping boxes, cardboard, trash, etc...). We start trying to rescue a few of the people and get them to the landing zone when both soldiers and people start disappearing. You can hear the screams and tearing of flesh, but you just don't know where it's taking place. You start to see people shambling towards the larger group and they emit a low growl. So we start opening fire and they start charging the group. People start turning into zombies around us. Can't stop shooting otherwise you might become one. The helicopter finally arrives but refuses to land. We have to climb the metal roofing to get to the helicopter. All in all, we actually lose more people and rescue none.
We decide we need to reach one of the last great surviving cities (because they have some weird inhibitor technology that prevents zombies from coming to the city limits or whatever, it's a nightmare it doesn't exactly have to make sense). 3-4 of us get into a pickup truck and start heading towards the city in the middle of the day. We're off on some middle-of-nowhere country road and you can start to hear thumping in the distance. It starts getting louder and closer when all of a sudden a school bus turned into a helicopter flown by zombies appears in the sky. It looks like WAR40k orks put the thing together, because it's spewing black smoke, it's loud, it's not put well together, etc. The bus-helicopter-pilot zombie is wearing a pilots uniform. The back doors open and they start dropping from the bus, trying to directly land on us, like bombs. They're missing and you can hear the thud of bodies landing on the ground and smashing everything. Eventually they run out of zombies to try and bomb us with so the bus driver pilot begins to try and smash us with the bus but ends up dislodging one of the blades and causing the whole thing to explode.
We make it to the city. We talk to a few of the leaders and scientists when the power goes off. There's a city wide blackout, so the zombies are attacking. We can hear the zombies clawing at the giant steel door protecting us and you can hear the fingernails breaking, the skin ripping and bones breaking as they continue to claw at it. More and more zombies show up and they change tactics. They get to the roof, and start para-dropping down on us. One of them seems to be a combination of metal, flesh, and zombie and is tattoo'd the number 9 on his left chest. He speaks to me: "Go ahead and try to run" in broken zombie language.
There's another I used to have for a month straight, but that's when I came home from Iraq, and I attribute that to finally living through the shock.
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That's true of most everyone, actually. We only dream in - let me see if I can remember this right - I think about 5-15 minute increments every couple of hours.
It's more than that. But the timing changes. REM gets longer and longer as the night goes on, so the fourth REM increment has time for something really really long.
A total of two hours on average each night, is what Wikipedia tells me. Sounds about right, I think the fourth REM increment is about 30 minutes long.
If you're interested, there are tricks designed to facilitate them. As for remembering, keeping a journal helps with recall, as does being awoken in the middle of the night by an obnoxious fucking parrot who interrupts your REM.
Hypothetically, of course.
I was in a packed stadium. Oval shaped, but with a dirt field like at a rodeo. They called out a randomly selected number on the PA and a woman screamed. It was her seat number. Some guys came up and grabbed her. They dragged her to the center of the stadium where a scaffolding was and executed her with a pistol. The response was raucous applause. This began to be repeated when I decided to leave. What a sick, bizarre entertainment. Exiting to a mall connected to the stadium I was pursued by a security guard who thought I was a shoplifter.
This, not a dream with me in it but something I just saw, like a movie - There's a party at a country estate, late 18th century. It is a lavish midnight affair, a masked ball. Gathered in the torchlight gardens the guests procede with the main event of the night's entertainment. The marquis, duc, comte or whatever sits on a throne dressed as the jester king of a macabre court. Declaring the games begun the kidnapped peasent children are let loose. They hid and cower amongst the greenery and tall hedges. The nobles and retainers go about their fun with their knives and various instruments of death. They know that the game would end when all the prey is caught... Or at sunrise when the angry peasents arrived with their pitchforks.
Last night - I kill a guy in a street brawl by driving a long screw into his skull with a cordless drill. Later, I escaped from prison with Morgan Freeman and to lay low we run away and get jobs in a massive mining complex where workers stay under ground for months at a time. Desperate for workers they ask few questions.
The big one I've heard (in addition to the journal) is to teach yourself a trigger that makes you ask yourself if you're dreaming. Like, say, train yourself to mentally ask "Am I dreaming?" every time you walk through a doorway or something common like that.
I've never been able to lucid dream, though, so take it with a grain of salt.
From what I've heard, you don't even have to do that. I recall reading somewhere that someone triggered it by looking at their shoe laces in a dream.
I tried that. Except the triggers I would use was spontaneously touching myself or plugging my nose.
Very hilariously ironically, though I never successfully went lucid from plugging my nose, that did wake me up once. I dreamt I was in a room being filled with a toxic gas, so I plugged my nose so I wouldn't inhale it.
.....however, physically, my body obviously didn't undergo the motions, so my nose remained unplugged. Because body-me was breathing, mind-me processed the dream as though I was inhaling the gas through my pinched nose.
So I was incredibly confused while I died from toxic gas. It's hard to describe how weird it is to have pinched your nose and still be breathing completely without impediment.
I imagine that would work for some people, but not everyone. My mother used to lucid dream quite frequently, but her dreams are so incredibly vivid and realistic that she has a hard time figuring out if she's really dreaming or not. She once found herself sitting in the garden and wondered if she was dreaming. She pinched herself; it hurt. She sniffed the flowers; they smelt fine. She checked her watch twice; it gave a consistent reading. She decided she must be awake, but still felt uneasy. Finally, she realised that the clothes on the clothes-line didn't belong to her. It was a dream!
I, meanwhile, simply forget I'm lucid immediately after realising it. On the rare occassions I manage to maintain awareness, I will try to fly or do something fun, but my awareness ruins the dream and I'm unable to break the normal laws of physics. And then I lose awareness. Damnit.
Uh, there are no good single sources I can find. Still, look up the Wake-Induced Lucid Dream. I know someone who apparently uses WILDs to great effect.