Thread: Dreaming a "Century of Time" During one Night of Sleep.

BRAVO!!! I wanted to start looking into this after inception and you did it for me, thanks ALOT.

Can you mind going into the average uncertainty value or U?

How can you increase it?

Good news everyone! I'm excited!

Holy Jesus...

I wish I could double thank you for that post. Like, seriously. I mean, my PRIMARY goal when I started out learning about lucid dreaming was prolonging my dreams to eternity. Hearing scientists doing three months, and unverified claims of TWO CENTURIES...

I had lost hope in escaping this world into a six hour span of dream time. This post has revived that hope. Maybe I would not be able to prolong my dreams to infinity, but two centuries a night is enough for me.

Thank you, YAD. Much love and happy dreaming, my friend. <3

Great post! Yad what are your thoughts on death. I Have kinda always thought that we are immortal. When we die I have heard your body releases all the DMT into your body. So basicly we must be entering a very intense dream of some sort. So I thought maby those few seconds before your body dies are increased through dream time to infinity?? What are your thoughts

That is VERY interesting "Ferret". Who knows, seems a bit crazy though. I like it because its a theory about heaven that does not involve god(Atheism FTW)

So is there a way besides repitition that could allow you to "dream a century of time"?
By the way that an AWESOME post

whoa trippy

Originally Posted by Mike02

BRAVO!!! I wanted to start looking into this after inception and you did it for me, thanks ALOT.

Can you mind going into the average uncertainty value or U?

How can you increase it?

Hey Mike,

This is certainly something that requires more research to understand. For the most part; this has been reported as an uncontrolled spontaneous occurance not a willfull cycle of time.

That said, I have been having some success with cultivating extended time with lucid dreaming; and dreaming in general. It doesn't have to be lucid to cycle out more PT. How I am doing it is by trying to let go of my belief in time; and how my body even believes in time. I'm simply allowing no fear; no worry or no concerns about time to take place when I sleep. Totally detach from that concept.

In dreams; I try not to worry about having to wake up... instead I just encourage the dream to continue, anchor on an object to stay focused and regardless of what ever senses of waking up, I just stay focus on the dream.

In the last few months I have started having more success like hours and days, the most was a week. It seems that it does have some measure of influence by our knowledge and thoughts.

We should describe our successes in this thread. Always make sure to note time before sleep and time after sleep... try this in nap cycles.

Originally Posted by JackALope2323

Good news everyone! I'm excited!

We do have some laboratory claims but keep in mind; there is no current scientific method I know of to measure this effect aside from the fact everyone knows it does happen and we have some theory. It is best when we individually experience this through dreaming because through that we will gain knowledge that this is a real true phenomena.

That said; I have never had more then 2 weeks that I remember. So the year and century epics I am skeptical of; but allowing myself to potentially experience with out prejudice.

Originally Posted by Ferret

Great post! Yad what are your thoughts on death. I Have kinda always thought that we are immortal. When we die I have heard your body releases all the DMT into your body. So basicly we must be entering a very intense dream of some sort. So I thought maby those few seconds before your body dies are increased through dream time to infinity?? What are your thoughts

This is a deep topic as I do remember existing before this life and have ample pre-life memory even my incarnation into this life. It is through these memories and expeirences as a child that I am confident we survive death; although we certainly will stop being this body and who and what that represents. When I was a child I thought I left the real world to enter the dream world; this was that dream world that I woke up to. Very complex enigma of inversion between two aspects of reality from the perspective of consciousness. If I go with what I know through my expeirences; they are suggesting we reincarnate and have potentially always existed. Human life may in fact be a break from an otherwise eternity of simply being.

Originally Posted by username695

So is there a way besides repitition that could allow you to "dream a century of time"?
By the way that an AWESOME post

I don't encourage drug use and for obvious reasons; can be very unhealthy to both the body and the mind. However, if there was a very obvious technique and discipline I would certainly share it; but this is still a new idea and needs more research.

Maybe I should make a subliminal track, like Ninja. With stuff like, you know.

"Time does not exist."

"I can extend time as long as I wish."

"I am the master of my time."

^^^ or you can just tell yourself that in a lucid dream?

I managed to cultivate an estimated: 2h 20m today in my lucid dream. I'll post my dream here in as much detail as I could recall with the estimates.

Lucid Dream – July 26, 2010

Time To Bed: 5:30am Time When Awoken: 7:20am
Time required to fall asleep: ~30 minutes.

The Techniques
This is the WBTB method using MILD to prepare myself to have a lucid dream. My intent is to cultivate extra time; possibly share a dream and be fully awake and aware during the process.

I set aside the following concepts: Ego, Fear, Expectations, Sexual Desires and lesser desires, belief in time, belief in physical body, belief in physical law leaving all of these concepts with physical systems so that while in the dream state only the raw experience can go as unfiltered as possible.

The process of falling asleep.
As I start to fall asleep, visual imaginations seem to happen nearly instantly. I start to see in a 2D window view people walking, I am not even physically asleep yet and unable to engage them in a full-Spectrum 3D dream environment.

Hypnogogia then emerges. I look at the fractal pattern. It is a repeat fractal of triangles that have a clear black triangle and blue triangle creating the pattern. They form clouds and rotations. I am becoming more relaxed.

The hypnogogia morphs into dream imagery, I visually click into a field where I dump a pot of soup into some flowers and some ladies are angry at me for doing so. I am still falling asleep but my sense of vision is completely involved in this imagery.

I click back to the hypnogogia and semi-awaken state. Audible sounds emerge, I hear my wife calling for me. This and the visual patterns confirm that key indicators of lucid dream success are nearly imminent.

My body drops off, I go into complete darkness for a second emerging in a car.

The Lucid Dream

The dream starts and I am sitting in my black 2006 Saturn Ion holding the steering wheel. I am a bit confused and bewildered. I wonder if I am drunk or stoned because I am not thinking clearly. I decide that I better pull myself together before I drive.

Looking out of the window, I see a lady who has a semi-automatic rifle and she aims it at a house and shoots. I am in shock at this. Then I realize that I am in proximity to what could be a psychotic woman with a gun who is going to go on a killing rampage.

I notice some people start running towards her and she is now walking down the street. She turns and shoots at them, they scatter and I start my car. She is walking towards my general direction but not looking at me yet.

Now I am fully awake and alert but not aware this is a dream quite yet. Fearful for other people instead of driving away, I decide I must make any effort to stop this woman before she kills anyone else, even if it means I die trying. I take a deep breath and with my resolve I step on the gas and point my car right at her.
She notices me and takes aim but I am moving and ducking left to right as I drive and this throws off her aim. She seems to be holding her ground and I have the car pinned. Now the Saturn doesn't have the best pickup speed and this is very well portrayed in the dream.

That said, she just opens fire and I slam the car into her sending her flying over the windshield and roof. I speed around a corner and take off.

My inner though asks me, “You just hit a woman! You might of killed her.”

Then start laughing, realizing I am dreaming. “Yes, she got what she deserved, she was on a rampage.”

My inner thought then asks, “You know you are dreaming now, would you have done that in real life?”

“It is tough to say what happens in circumstances such as these, I have a lot to live for with a family but I know that I am capable of taking action in an effort to save others.”, I reply.

I look at my hands holding the steering wheel, the detail of the car is perfect. I fully realize I am dreaming by now and decide to drive the car back to see what the end result is. When I get there and park partly on the sidewalk. There is nothing there. No people, nor the woman I shot at.

I don't expect there to be, I decide to go with the flow. My daughter who is 12 is there. She is special needs. Has a long list of complications from brain-damage at birth, down-syndrome, autism and pervasive learning disorder. I wonder if we are somehow mutually sharing the dream. I decide to treat it as if that is the case.

I walk to her and take her hand. It feels like her hand, the same textures and size. I am very aware of my tactile senses. I look at her and she smiles.

“Looks like we get to hang out in a dream?”, I tell her.

“Let's just go for a walk to the beach and have some fun, how does that sound?”, I ask her.

She nods.

I wonder just how she may interpret dream data. I imagine that she is quite capable of dreaming in the same vivid spectrum of detail that I am experiencing with her. I am very curious and happy to have this opportunity to be in a lucid dream and simply walk with her to the beach.

As we walk I tell her that I don't want her to limit herself here. That she is still a very special person that has the same freedom to grow and be limitless. She just looks at me smiling and walking in her complicated walk that she usually does.

As we walk, I decide to tell people that this is a dream in the event of any mutual exchange is possible. It seems every time I am lucid I cannot dismiss this opportunity having had mutual dreams in the past.

People don't really seem to respond to well. I stop a couple and tell them they are dreaming and they just tell me to piss off and walk away. There is this african lady and I hear her say, “This is my dreamworld, not yours.”

“If this is your dream, then I really want to talk to you.”, I reply.

She ignores me and continues walking, “If you are dreaming, let's talk about this dream. I want to know more about what you think about it.”

“Just go away, leave me a lone. You are not real!”, she tells me.

“I am real enough to talk with, let's just chat about your dream.”, I ask... but it's too late she vanishes leaving the dog she was walking bewildered as it looked around for her.

My interaction with her caught the attention of a person who seems to be an amputee. He is probably in his 50's, a bit weathered looking and he angrily yells at me, “Get out of here, no one wants some crazy person bothering them!”

I walk over to him, “This is just a dream, there is no harm in talking with each other.”

He seems to respond to the dialog and replies, “This is not a dream, you crazy son-of-a-bitch! Get out of her before you piss me off!”

He pushes me with his one good arm and I let him.

“There is no need to get violent, you won't be able to hurt me even if you tried.”, I explain.

“You wanna make a bet? You don't think I could kick your ass?”, he yells.

I calmly stand there looking at him knowing I am dreaming and I laugh, “No, you couldn't hurt me even if you tried. Go a head, hit me if you want.”

He pushes me and grabs my arm and I don't resist. “You won't be thinking this is a dream if I bite your damn finger off!”, he yells.

I laugh, “Go ahead, bite my finger off. This is a dream, I will prove it to you.”

He is a bit shocked that I am not resisting, not afraid and allowing him to just do what ever he wants. Angry at my claim that this is a dream, he sets out to start to bite my finger. He bites into it and it really does hurt. I can feel his teeth press the flesh of my finger against the bone. This is a rare sensation of bone; I seldom have that much tactile clarity but regardless of the pain signal, the detailed realism of the event. I stand resolved that I am dreaming and know it's no big deal, I let it continue.

“It's ok, you can keep biting the finger clear off if you want. I don't mind. It's starting to bleed and I think you really need to bite harder.”, I tell him as he is kind of crunched forward holding my arm gnawing on my finger looking up at me from his side profile.

I just enjoy the experience, I look at the blood now running out where the teeth join my finger. In fustration, he lets go and I show him my hand. There is a bite size loose piece of flesh in the middle of my index finger. Instantly I heal the finger and all the blood disappears.

“There, it's good as new, this is a dream this should be your first piece of evidence.”, I tell him.

It seems like his mouth is sore and he has loosened some teeth and one of them starts to fall out.

“You teeth are not falling out, this is another very common dream experience where we construct a fear that our teeth are falling out when in reality you are fine. Don't give that too much attention, this is a dream. I assure you.”, I tell him.

He looks at me amazed and bewildered. “It can't be a dream! It's real!”, he tells me.

“Dreams are real, when you are able to observe them. They are a kind of dream reality.”, I point at the sidewalk and cause the concrete to start to reveal a hypnogogia mesh underlying the concrete.

He looks at that and it really gets his attention. “Oh my god, this is a dream!” he yells.

“Enjoy the dream, and tell all your friends.” I tell him as I then take my daughter's hand and decide that now is a good time just to enjoy our walk on the beach. I was satisfied in trying to connect with others.

We walk down the beach and the sand feels nice. It's a beautiful day. I could see the Ocean. We were walking on a sidewalk that had bricks laid down with a concrete rim. There were people sitting on the beach, some had lawn chairs, others towels.

I just walk in silence with my daughter and just enjoyed our time. I wondered about dream objectivity and if she in any way is actually with me. Having had mutual dreams I do not doubt that possibility but then wonder how on Earth could she ever tell me. She can't speak in real life. This produces an impossible realization that in no way could I ever know; she couldn't understand or confirm a mutual dream. I muse on these thoughts as we walk.

After a while of walking, she disappeared. .

During the walk, she disappears. I decide to go look for her. I walk back the way I came, past the finger biter who is still there looking at his hand and clearly in deep thought. I walk to the place where I first met my daughter and enter an apartment building.

I walk around the hallways for a while and it's like a maze, I feel a bit lost so decide to use the elevator. At first there is only one floor on the elevator; which makes no sense. I press the button and the elevator just opens at the same floor. The reason for this is I am loosing awareness that I am dreaming.

When the button's change again to a new set and I hit a secret basement key labeled “F”; I do a reality check and realize I am dreaming again. I stop and just observe the dream. I examine the stark reality of it.

The elevator door feels like real steel. I see my reflection in the grainy steel. I look up and see a black widow web with insects stuck in; there is no spider. This causes me to remember many dreams I have had where very aggressive and exaggerated spiders have attacked me. I laugh about them and know not to project such thoughts into that web.

I simply observe the details and how clear they are rendering. If I didn't have a keen sense of dreaming there is no question the overwhelming realism that presents itself would certainly make me think otherwise.

Here I am, in this lucid dream experience and so far it's been a lot of wandering around and although interesting and fun it seemed to lack anything purposeful. I decide that I want more from the dream then just details and environments; that is never going to change.

I have been in e-mail communication with a few researchers. There are two that I have spoken with that I thought if in any way I could induce a mutual dream amongst us; that would prove to be one of the more interesting topics in our e-mail exchange.

I focus my intent and then focus on them. Perhaps dragging two into a dream is a bit much but I feel the effort of trying is far more important then not. The first obvious problem was I was stuck in an elevator; or at least thought I was in an elevator.

They were not present so I would have to try to summon them here. I started with that tangent and focused on their names, even saying out-loud that I want to summon them to my dream. I focus and call out, even stick my hands out but all this does is cause the texture of the elevator to swirl into hypnogogic meshes.

I completely remove the elevator and all sensory details away by focusing; soon I am in a void where there is no details. Just emptiness and swirls of energy.

I get mental impressions of them in the void. There is white light flickering in a vertical mirage, it seems to move and fold on itself. Everything is in flux and I lose focus.

I emerge out of the void at my home area. There is no sign of the people I want to share dreams with; I cannot expect that my effort is the technique that could be used although I realize this is a very difficult task. I should be happy that I was even able to try at all.

There are people I know around me are there so I resume engaging people in efforts to tell them it's a dream. The problem is and I realize it, is how would I be able to verify that it is a mutual dream without sounding like a complete weirdo in real life.

I decide that the reward would be if I could help them gain some insight that they are in a dream world should my telling them; and the objectivity exist... then that is worth an effort.

Anyone I know or recognize I tell them they are dreaming. One runs away from me and runs into the house. I follow him up a flight of stairs. He was carrying some boxes into the house; then he returns but this time he is invisible but the boxes are not. I watch as these boxes float as if carried by someone down stairs. The detail was really fascinating to watch. It was very surreal and also helped me stay centered in awareness that this was a dream.

The inside of the house is not what it looks like in reality. I know my friend lives here so I call out at my friend. “I'll be with you in a minute, I am just upstairs”, she yells.

“That's ok, I just want to let you know that this is a dream!”.

She doesn't answer back and I decide to explore this strange surreal house. I walk by a crib and I look inside and see my oldest daughter from the previous dream sleeping in there with a blanket I recognize.
I look at her and she changes to my youngest daughter, the 18 month old.

The focus causes the dream to shift yet again, and now I find myself in a hotel room. There is this attractive blonde woman in the dream. She has long flowing locks of blond hair, really nice make-up. She has a nice sized set of boobs on her and over all is quite a sexy woman.

I am not centered and she is talking to me as if she is my girlfriend. She hits on my and wants to have sex, I tell her I am not interested. “Why don't you want to make love to me! Am I ugly or something?”

I look at her up and down, she is very attractive but I realize I am dreaming. “No you are very beautiful, I don't know anyone who wouldn't want to have sex with you. I am just not interested.”, I explain.

She gets angry and throws a couch pillow at me. She storms into another room and I sit on the couch and just relax and go with the flow. I re-affirm that I am dreaming and look back to see her changing. I can see her panties now, she is bent over and I shake my head. It was quite nice to see but I reflect on how happy I am with my wife in real-life and how great our sex life is.

She doesn't believe me when I tell her that even in my dreams I do not cheat on her. This is yet another example of just how tempting that can be. The girl dresses up in a cow-girl outfit with this really tight and short pair of shorts. She has a belt with two revolvers on it. A bra with a vest that is open with some tassels. Everything is white, she has a scarf and a cowboy hat and boots. Finally a whip.

It was like a scene in a movie with the perfect woman standing there, holding a whip dressed in sexy role-play fantasy wear. I swear that when I looked her up and down, wind even tossed her hair. It's the kind of dream you wish you could at least snap some pictures. But that said, my intent on not having sex in a dream clearly was being tested.

She walked over to me and I told her the bad news, “You look amazing, really amazing. I love the outfit and the whip just tops it off. You see, I'm married”, I show her my ring, “And I don't really know you. This is a dream and I don't want to use my dreams to fulfill sexual fantasies when there is more important items on my mind right now.”

She doesn't like the bad news one bit, and this doesn't stop her. “You don't like the outfit! Just tell me you don't like it and I will change! What do you want me to dress up as. I'll do anything you want. Anything!” she pleas.

“I admit I do love everything, its sexy and you are gorgeous. I love the detail it's like living breathing artwork, and I do love art.” I tell her. “I'm just not feeling it.”

She changes again, this time into a mechanics outfit. I really don't know what kind of sexual fantasy I would want with a mechanic but that said, her big boobs and nice body certainly made this the best looking mechanic I have ever seen. I kind of digged on it.

As much as she wanted to have sex, I really was genuinely not interested. It's not that I couldn't... clearly the opportunity was in front of me. All I had to do was engage the fantasy and fulfill what ever desire. Except there was simply no desire. I clearly remember my intent and know that this might just prevent growth opportunities.

She was really upset and I gave her a hug and told her she was very beautiful. That if circumstances were different I would love to have sex with her. I told her that this is a dream, and I would rather just maintain my awareness and see what growth opportunities might come from it.

She wiped away tears and smeared mascara from her eye and smiled. The phone rang and I told her I had to get that. I grabbed the phone and it was my family doctor. He told me the results of his test had come in. I wasn't aware of any tests so the dream gave me a “flashback” moment to fill in the blanks.

In the dream that lead to the phone call; I was at the doctor's office for a normal checkup. I decided to ask him if he ever had deja vu. Then I asked him if he ever had deja reve. He didn't know what deja reve was. I explained it to him and we talked about precognitive dreams and some of the experiences I had. He took some notes and found it really fascinating. Happy to have shared that with my family doctor I left the appointment.

On the phone however, the doctor had a more serious tone. He looked into what I described and said that I could be suffering from a serious delusional disorder called paramnesia and his colleagues urgently wants us to meet. I know I am dreaming and know that paramnesia in dreams is plausible as we often cannot make connections with language and symbols.

“Well, it's funny that you have called with this prognosis because it just so happens that I am dreaming right now.”, I muse on the phone.

“What do you mean you are dreaming right now?”, he asks.

“Well, you are concerned that I might be delusional or suffering paramnesia however the fact is this is really just a dream. You're diagnosis is really just a fantasy and has no reality to it at all.”

The phone goes quite and he talks in a very somber tone, “If you really think this is a dream, and we didn't have our appointment, you really need to come to my office right now.”

“Easy peasy Doc, I'll be there in a second.”, I tell him

I phase to his office instantly, I am sitting in a chair and he is there with his colleague. He doesn't seem to make note that I just instantly materialized into this dream focus.

“We want to have you come and stay at our mental health facility”, says his colleague. “You are suffering from a serious mental illness and you need help.”

I kind of laugh because this whole mind-play that the dream is pulling off is kind of entertaining. “What kind of illness do you think I have?”, I ask

“You have a dissociative disorder with reality, you are claiming that reality is a dream when in fact this is a psychotic detachment from the real world.”, he explains.

“So you are trying to tell me that this 'dream' is actually the 'real world'. Then what does that make the 'Real world' when I wake up? Is that a dream also?”, I ask.

“It is still the real world, there is no dream world that you wake up too”, he tells me. “The dream world is part of your illness, and that is why we urgently want you to come to our clinic so we can help you return to normal reality.”

I start to laugh, the whole irony of the conversation is killing me. “I'm sorry doctors, I appreciate your intent to help me realize that this dream is not a dream, but is in fact reality. Which I will say I cannot entirely dismiss. It seems certain that we are indeed here having this conversation and the details match what one does expect from a 'reality'. That said, this is still a dream in all context of the word.”

“Why do you think this is a dream?”, he asks.

“Why do you think it's not a dream?”, I ask.

“I know it's not a dream because I know what reality is.”, he tells me.

“You are going to have to do a reality check then. This isn't the reality that you think it is. It is a dream.”, I tell him. “Look, in my real-life I don't go around telling everyone that it's a dream. I reserve that for this reality. In the real-world I work hard and enjoy researching dreams. I love it when we share dreams, when we have dreams that come true and a whole myriad of experiences come with dreaming.”, I explain.

I tell them both about precognitive dreams and how there is entanglement and interconnectedness with everything. That information and data are all parts of how consciousness processes and renders data. I hold up my hand and make it glow, rays of energy beam from the fingers.

They look at it in awe and are stunned. I cause more hypnogogic mesh to appear in the desk and cause it to animate. They look at it and my doctor recoils backwards from the shock.

“This is a dream, it is easy to prove. I enjoyed our conversation but I know I am waking up soon.”, and that was my queue.

I woke up.

Time Estimations:
Driving car until I stop: 20 minutes.
Walking with daughter on beach: 1 hour.
At apartment building and elevator: 30 minutes.
At home area: 30 minutes.
With girl: 1 hour.
With doctor: 30 minutes.
Total estimated time: 3h 50m total sleep time 1h 30m total conscious realization cultivated beyond clock time: 2h 20m

How about you try summoning a clock and adding more hours to it, truly believing this is real time.

@ Mike:

Telling yourself something is much different than believing it. I can tell myself I'm a girl, but that doesn't mean I'll believe it.

I was thinking about this topic while I was driving home today. I'm not a neurological expert, not by a long-shot, so if anybody who knows better than me sees the need to correct me, please do so.

I'm thinking that, like all other sensory experiences, our sense of time is something produced by messages being sent through our brain by neurotransmitters. I'm thinking that, depending on either how much of this "time" neurotransmitter there is or how exactly it affects our receptors, it produces different feelings of psychological time.

Now, the natural amount and way this neurotransmitter effects us in daily life is what evolution has designed us to have; It's the optimum rate at which we can do all physical and social activities as domesticated primates.

Of course, as we see, this is sometimes affected. The fight or flight response produces something coined "lentation", where time seems to slow down. I don't believe this is just an illusion. I believe that this is adrenaline causing this neurotransmitter to effect us in a way which we experience more psychological time. Some psychoactive substances cause the same thing. Many users of many various drugs report that their sense of time is either dilated or constricted. If drugs can affect one neurotransmitter, like serotonin, why can't it affect another?

Let's add another variable into the equation we have going here.

PTs, which stands for Standard Psychological Time, the rate of psychological time most people experience on a regular basis.

PTs = CT = 1000 milliseconds per second. Of course, PTs can't REALLY be measured in milliseconds. It can't be measured by anything, really. But using PTs as a standard "1" number would make everything better.

Now then, here's my idea. We obviously don't have the resources or training to do this, but it's a nice idea.

We isolate the neurotransmitter(s) responsible for our sense of time. We experiment with drugs to see which ones can affect these neurotransmitter(s) to their fullest capacity of producing infinitesimal amounts of psychological time.

We take this drug, put it in a time-release capsule. Take it at a time that would ensure it reaches our brain to cause those neurotransmitter(s) to produce massive amounts of psychological time during peak REM periods, effectively causing us to experience massive time dilation in our dreams.

It all sounds very mad scientist, I know, but it seems plausible.

Originally Posted by JackALope2323

@ Mike:

Telling yourself something is much different than believing it. I can tell myself I'm a girl, but that doesn't mean I'll believe it.

I was thinking about this topic while I was driving home today. I'm not a neurological expert, not by a long-shot, so if anybody who knows better than me sees the need to correct me, please do so.

I'm thinking that, like all other sensory experiences, our sense of time is something produced by messages being sent through our brain by neurotransmitters. I'm thinking that, depending on either how much of this "time" neurotransmitter there is or how exactly it affects our receptors, it produces different feelings of psychological time.

Now, the natural amount and way this neurotransmitter effects us in daily life is what evolution has designed us to have; It's the optimum rate at which we can do all physical and social activities as domesticated primates.

Of course, as we see, this is sometimes affected. The fight or flight response produces something coined "lentation", where time seems to slow down. I don't believe this is just an illusion. I believe that this is adrenaline causing this neurotransmitter to effect us in a way which we experience more psychological time. Some psychoactive substances cause the same thing. Many users of many various drugs report that their sense of time is either dilated or constricted. If drugs can affect one neurotransmitter, like serotonin, why can't it affect another?

Let's add another variable into the equation we have going here.

PTs, which stands for Standard Psychological Time, the rate of psychological time most people experience on a regular basis.

PTs = CT = 1000 milliseconds per second. Of course, PTs can't REALLY be measured in milliseconds. It can't be measured by anything, really. But using PTs as a standard "1" number would make everything better.

Now then, here's my idea. We obviously don't have the resources or training to do this, but it's a nice idea.

We isolate the neurotransmitter(s) responsible for our sense of time. We experiment with drugs to see which ones can affect these neurotransmitter(s) to their fullest capacity of producing infinitesimal amounts of psychological time.

We take this drug, put it in a time-release capsule. Take it at a time that would ensure it reaches our brain to cause those neurotransmitter(s) to produce massive amounts of psychological time during peak REM periods, effectively causing us to experience massive time dilation in our dreams.

It all sounds very mad scientist, I know, but it seems plausible.

Wow, first of THE WHOLE POINT OF DREAM CONTROL is to BELIEVE something will happen. Now onto your other bullshit, time is not perception we gave up that theory along time ago. When we are in danger the brain processes information faster, instead of taking in 30 frames per second, it stuffs in more information per second. I think a dream would work like this since a dreams reality is completely different than reality, you can alter your perception of time by stuffing more information in the 5-45 minute dream you are having.


"It all sounds very mad scientist, I know, but it seems plausible."

Where does this seem plausible?

You are basically saying a humans brain creates time. The only way to TRULY alter time itself, is to either travel at the speed of light, or create IMMENSE amount of gravity.

Bump

Originally Posted by Mike02

When we are in danger the brain processes information faster, instead of taking in 30 frames per second, it stuffs in more information per second. I think a dream would work like this since a dreams reality is completely different than reality, you can alter your perception of time by stuffing more information in the 5-45 minute dream you are having.

you just explained exactly how perceptive time distortion works right there, yet turn to refute it?

you aren't distorting time itself but rather your perception of time.

simply being hot and cold can distort your perception of time actually. this has been known since 1935 with experiments on influenza.

Originally Posted by velinxs

you just explained exactly how perceptive time distortion works right there, yet turn to refute it?

you aren't distorting time itself but rather your perception of time.

simply being hot and cold can distort your perception of time actually. this has been known since 1935 with experiments on influenza.

When do I refute it?

Hey everyone,

I agree that in neurology we can potentially isolate drugs that will potentially aid in this process. It's not mad science rather something that I suspect is plausible.

Or even some technology advancements with hemi-sync or similar sleep stimulants... the research is what is needed undoubtedly.

Right now all we have is our awareness of this possibility so letting go of physical concepts of time in dreams may help; seems to be working with me.

I'll keep posting any success where I cultivate extra time when I have physical time to log or summarize. Please do the same:

Record time to bed; time awake and break down the dreams into estimates then a comparative total.

Cheers,

YAD.

So you believe there is a Nero transmitter that controls time, hmm DEFINITELY PLAUSIBLE.

No Mike,

I believe that in the dentrils and axioms there are microtubules that have alpha/beta tublin that process information using quantum dipole states and evanescent photons; as per Takaaki Musha's theory on tunneling we have faster-than-light computation within these tublin. The implications of what effect this has on conscious perception and information processing is currently not known.

The increase in time during sleep and certain drugs do indicate a link to temporal illusions being caused by drug interactions obviously affecting information processing in these quantum states. During sleep the brain is using and releasing melatonin and neurological chemistry is always at play. How this affects the perception of time is still as mysterious as consciousness however drug connections cannot be ignored; the evidence has been established that certain drug trips cause the potential to increase the temporal illusion.

How the information is processing in the brain is where we will find time cycles within neurology and psychology. The rate of computation may be a direct factor in temporal illusions amongst other elements of perception.

Very timely topic, with Inception and all...introducing the idea of a "dream limbo" where one could live a lifetime in a dream... though I've been interested in dreaming for many years that idea never occurred to me before seeing this movie.

"Now onto your other bullshit, time is not perception we gave up that theory along time ago. "

Time is not perception, yes. Assuming you don't think we're in the Matrix or whatever, you probably believe time is something outside of us, beyond our bodies. So to say time IS perception, that is, time=perception, would be incorrect. But we perceive time in the same way we perceive anything else. If time is outside of us, it has to get inside of us, somehow - through perception. Surely you know this to be true - you're bored at work and it seems like it's been hours, but you look at the clock and only 15 minutes have passed - or you're having the time of your life at a friend's house and suddenly see that it's 3am when last time you checked it was 10pm - even without drugs, in a waking state, our perception of time is not perfect. Isolating someone from daylight, for example, can totally screw with their biological clock. Point I'm trying to make is - OBVIOUSLY we do perceive time, and that perception does not always reflect reality. So to suggest the same is true in the dream state - and that perception can be even more screwed with in this state (as perception of many things, like gravity, vision, and hearing, are also messed up in a dream) - is not at all radical. In fact, it is completely logical. If one can defy the rules of gravity in a dream, why not the rules of time? What is preventing someone from living (a perceived) 1000 years in a dream? Also take into account the "skip-forward" nature of dreams...Inception explains it well, when Leo asks Cilian to recall how he got to the place they were in - and he can't, because he's dreaming. Dreams are like a movie - scenes move the plot forward, but there's not a camera on every actor the whole time. You're one place, and then you're in another, and you don't notice or care that you seemingly teleported there from a completely different scene. This makes the idea of a LOT more time passing in a dream more plausible.

Here is another example of cultivating time in a dream, today I managed to gain aprox: 1h 35m
Lucid Dream – July 27, 2010

Time To Bed: 5:00am
Time When Awoken: 5:40am
Time required to fall asleep: ~10 minutes.

The Techniques
This is the WBTB method using MILD to prepare myself to have a lucid dream. My intent is to cultivate extra time; possibly share a dream and be fully awake and aware during the process.

I set aside the following concepts: Ego, Fear, Expectations, Sexual Desires and lesser desires, belief in time, belief in physical body, belief in physical law leaving all of these concepts with physical systems so that while in the dream state only the raw experience can go as unfiltered as possible.

The intent was to be lucid and aware, have full memory and extend time; open up to any mutual dreaming possibilities.

The process of falling asleep.
I was progressing naturally through sleep, but the little baby sleeping next to me kept kicking so I ended up having to use a technique where I let go of all focus and drop into fast sleep. It's not the best for lucid dreaming because I skip into unfocused sleep and have to WILD in the dream.

The Lucid Dream
The dream starts and I am driving in a car with my wife. I see all this couch foam on the road and begin to get angry because I knew we had a couch thrown out on the road.

We stop by our house and the garbage is everywhere. There is a stack of couch foam that has been ripped up by animals and the wind blew the foam everywhere. On top of that mess, it had rained so the foam was all wet and soggy.

My wife and I get out to clean it up. My mom is there, she may have been in the car. There are trees on the front yard and as I bend over to pick up garbage I get a twig in my eye. It scratches and hurts really bad. I grab my eye with my hand and start to cry like a baby to my Mom who I explain I was just poked in the eye with a twig.

“What happened?”, she asked.

“I was getting garbage and turn around and a twig caught my eye.”, I cry.

“Are you ok?”, she asks.

“Yeah, it just feels like a light scratch but it hurts.”, I complain.

She talks about it with my wife.

I stand there angry and waiting for the pain to subside. My eye is tearing up and I finally open it. By this time some kids from our house came out and I told them to help us clean. They start gathering debris. My brother is there and he tells me, “Why are you getting all the kids to clean up the garbage?”

“Because there is nine of them and one of me. I am sure they will help get it done quicker.”, I reply.

“Sure maybe your kid, but do you think it's fair to ask all of his friends”, he replies

*Just a note, he was actually talking about his Son and his son's friend but the dream was kind of inverted on that detail

“No, they're kids and like to help out, look at them.”, I say as I point and go inside the house.

I walk into the TV room, this is clearly my brother's house. I recognize his leather couches in the downstairs. I see Hangover 2 being advertised as a commercial on TV. In the scene, there is Alan, the Dentist (Stu) and Teacher(Phil) no groom (Doug). It's funny what I see and I am excited that there is a sequel. In the scene the dentist is says something like, “I hate my ex, she was such a bitch.”

It was like they were in some storm sewer or dirty prison and just feeling defeated. The place look dark and damp, not a clean place to be.

I go to the bathroom. Walk to a door that has a nail-file jammed in the door-jam. It falls when I open the door and I realize that someone doesn't want us using this bathroom. A lady I don't know asks me if I am done with it and I tell her that it's not to be used.

I walk to another Bathroom and it has a really crazy toilet. The toilet is like a wide mouth of flowing water with brick and tile. It is built into the floor and flows like a waterfall downward to a large open chamber... then slower down a 3 foot channel to wide sewer area. You could literally walk down this entire contraption that descended into the floor.

I take a pee and watch it flow into the 1x1 brick first layer, then stain the water yellow and flow into the second chamber. The second area has turkey feathers that seem as if a wild animal had killed it in that area. I wonder how that is even possible and who would construct such an elaborate toilet.

In the large area I start to see animals. A large Turtles surfaces and climbs over a rock and dives back in this mucky water. The water had leaves and all sorts of garbage on the surface. I notice there are also beavers swimming, fish and even bears.

While watching the animals, they start to notice me, this really large turtle swims up and crawls onto this ledge. It looks up to me with it's mouth slightly open as if smiling. Other animals like the beaver and even a fish swim up to look at me.

There is a small bear that looks at me and I decide to yell really loud with a growl to startle the bear. What I didn't notice was a large white grizzle bear that was eating a fish. It hears me growl and starts to charge up the channel.

I run in fear out of the bathroom closing the door. In the hallway I open a closet and grab a broom. I turn around and take a defensive stance holding the broom handle out in front of me. The bear doesn't come out and I relax and walk back to the tv room.

My mom is there and we talk about the new Hangover movie and I come to a realization that I am in New York and that I really need to walk around and be part of the city. I decide to go on my own.

I leave the house and travel by train to Grand Central Station. I walk out onto the street.
People are all wearing crazy outfits in groups. But man do they look amazing with makeup. It's almost like circus du soleil. One group is wearing white outfits with black circles and a round circular hat. They have face masks. Everywhere I look there are themed outfits that really strike me as being similar to the circus du soleil.

I walk just entranced by Time Square and all these amazing people in outfits. Some look at me as I pass by. I am wearing an I love New York t-shirt and feel embarrassed about it. I think I must look like a tourist.

I walk past the Late Night building. Think it would be amazing to share a dream with David Letterman. I think he probably wouldn't get it though and move on.

I walk by a diner and I see Frankie Muniz, from Malcom in the Middle sitting in a booth. I want to go talk to him but don't want to disturb him. I want to ask him about dreams but think of all the harassment celebrities get and don't want to be a pest. It's not unusual for me to see a celebrity and just look and move on.

I continue to walk on the street and it starts to rain. I feel the rain and start to get wet. I don't have a jacket or umbrella. I start wishing that I had both.

There are three Islamic teens walking behind me, they pass by talking in Arabic. I don't understand what they say but I recognize the language. One looks at me with disgust and anger. I just hope they leave me alone. The do and pass on by.

I wander aimlessly outside of the city into a suburb. I've been walking for at least 20 minutes before I stop and start to realize that I am dreaming. I realize that walking is no way to tour New York, so I start to fly.

I get up a good 300 feet but have a problem with my horizontal thrust; the vertical is working great but something is preventing the vertical. I get this advice via a voice in my head, and it seems like the source was Tom Campbell saying that I am focusing on too much and need to let go and just flow naturally.

I do and then I start to fly horizontally over the city. I do admit I was over thinking and analyzing the situation and was in partial conflict over being able to fly. Once I resolved this issue I was able to enjoy a spectacular birds eye view of New York and started to fly back to and over the city.

The aerial view is amazing, the detail is exquisite. It's day time and I see people like ants walking about, cars driving and you'd think you were really there in an air plane except you are not; you are in a dream with amazing vivid realism and detail.

I land near the NBC building and 5th avenue. I wish that I could do this in real life, that it would be awesome to just fly and travel freely around the world like this. It's a real gift.

The I lift off again and fly. For some reason I loose lucid focus and become a super-hero who basically enforces traffic violations. It's really silly because I fly to cars for such silly crimes as Tail gating and talking on a Cell phone. I must be one of the most useless Super-Hero's New York has to offer. And I'm not nice about it either, I use my flight to smash into the person with a kick.

Finally I get a criminal worth pulling over, a drunk driver. I fly and do a swooping double-kick on him, he bends backwards into his chair and is not very happy about being kicked like that.

I lift up his car and push it onto a sidewalk near a market that has it's wares also on the street. There is a police station near by and I see it. I whistle at the cops to come.

About 6 cops show up and it's really funny how they act. One office has a bottle of aquafresh (or some other cologne) and he sprays it in my mouth. Then he pulls out another one that is basically beer smelling alcohol and sprays it all over the driver.

They arrest him I leave. I Walk into a building with my iPhone, looking at myself in the iPhone camera. I am controlling my super-powers through my iPhone setting flight and other powers.
Walk back outside into New York and walk around some more looking for crimes.

Then wake-up.


Time Estimations:

Total estimated time:
Garbage Cleanup: 10m
Hangover 2 and Bathroom: 15m
Train to New York: (was in fast forward) 5m
Walk until Diner: 10m
At diner: 5m
Walk after Diner: 20m
Flying around: 10m
Crime Fighting: 20m
Total Estimated Time: 1h 35m
Time Sleeping: 30m
Time Gained: 1h 5m

Some people were asking how I manage to log so much detail. One of my journal techniques is to quickly write down key words and phrases to help dream recall; this helps me create triggers that remind me of detail as the dream fades. Here is a log of how I start my dream in key-word point form then return and provide greater detail.

The Lucid Dream
Driving on a street
See debris on road
Garbage.
Wife is with me.
Have to pick it up.
Mom is there.
Get twig in eye.
Cry like baby.
Get kids to help; there are about 9 there.
Go in house.
See Hangover 2 being advertised as a commercial on TV.
Only see Alan, the Dentist and Teacher no groom (Dave)?. It's funny what I see and I am excited that there is a sequel.
Go to the bathroom.
Open door that is not to be opened.
Close it and find another bathroom.
The bathroom has a really crazy toilet. The toilet is like a wide mouth of flowing water with brick and tile. It is built into the floor and flows like a waterfall downward to a large open chamber... then
slower down to wide sewer, you could literally walk down.
Turkey feathers are in the second layer.
In the large area I see animals: Large Turtles, Beavers and bears.
I anger a bear eating a fish, it is white.
I run in fear and grab a broom.
The bear doesn't come out and I relax and walk back to the tv room.
I come to a realization that I am in New York and that I really need to walk around and be part of the city.
I leave the house and travel by train to Grand Central Station.
Walk out onto the street.
People are all wearing crazy outfits in groups. But man do they look amazing with makeup. It's almost like circus du soleil.
I walk just entranced by Time Square and all these amazing people in outfits.
I am wearing an I love New York shirt.
Walk past the Late Night building. Think it would be amazing to share a dream with David Letterman.
I think he probably wouldn't get it though and move on.
I walk by a diner and I see the guy (need to lookup) from Malcom in the Middle sitting down in a booth.
I want to go talk to him but don't want to disturb him. I want to ask him about dreams but think of all the harrassment celebrities get and don't want to be a pest.
Walk on the street and it starts to rain.
I feel the rain and start to get wet. I don't have a jacket or umbrella.
I start wishing that I had both.
There are three Islamic teens walking behind me, they pass by talking in Arabic.
I don't understand what they say but I recognise the language.
One looks at me with disgust and anger. I just hope they leave me alone.
I wander aimlessly outside of the city into a suburb.
Then I start to realize that I am dreaming. I realize that this is no way to tour New York, so I start to fly.

I get up a good 300 feet but have a problem with my horizontal thrust; the vertical is working great but something is preventing the vertical.
I get this advice, and it seems like the source was Tom Campbell saying that I am focusing on too much and need to let go and just naturally flow.
I do and then I start to fly horizontally over the city.
The aerial view is amazing, the detail is exquisite. I
I land near the NBC building and 5th avenue.
The I lift off again and fly.
For some reason I loose lucid focus and become a super-hero who basically enforces traffic violations.
Tail gating
Cell phone.
Drunk Driver
Police office.
About 6 cops.
Aquafresh in my mouth.
Alchohol spilled on the driver.
They arrest him I leave.
Walk into a building with my iPhone, looking at myself in the iPhone camera. I am controlling my super-powers through my iPhone setting flight and other powers.
Walk back outside into New York and walk around some more looking for crimes
Then wake-up.

This should not be put in the beyond dreaming section, because this is not bullshit.

You think beyond dreaming is nothing but bullshit? Then maybe you should leave, huh?

YAD, I've never seen so many key-words for a single dream before! Very inspiring