The experience I had is nearly impossible to explain. The sky was orange. Everything was tinted with orange light. And there were hundreds of worlds, scenarios, that I passed through, one after the other, like a cascade of orange. Sometimes going to a new one, sometimes going to one I had seen before, but always orange. One was a cubicle room with a section of the floor rising and falling like a level in a video game. Another was a place filled with monsters. One time I was on the side of a very small planet, so small that the curve was easily visible. Or maybe it was a hill? I do not know, but what I do know is that beyond my direct vision there was no horizon, there was no "in the distance", just orange. Orange light. Many of the scenes are not possible to explain. They had elements impossible in reality, impossible even to imagine with my awake mind. It was like they had many facets, many ... features, that were confusing. Like reality itself had been cracked. During the final scene, out of hundreds, possibly thousands, I was at a family wedding. At some point there were migrants walking by. They had nothing but rags, and I followed them, along with several other people from the orange world. PART 2: We followed them, and appeared in a futuristic city. There were thousands of migrants and refugees walking through the city, running from some distant war. I stole a bike, and rode it over a rooftop until I fell off, and the bike broke. As I was about to steal another one, I saw two cops patrolling. I decided I needed to tell them a story so they would go away, and I told them two kids were going to hunt down some murderer. They were clearly going to get killed and the police needed to act now. They told me to get in their car, and I did. We drove in the direction I had pointed at high speeds while they asked me questions. Eventually we reached some airport/mall facility, and we got out. There was only one officer now, I don't know what happened to the other one. His car had folded into a suitcase, which I was now holding. He was walking quickly away from me, and I was trying to give the suitcase back to him. He reached a balcony, and jumped off, plummeting downwards. It wasn't like suicide, it was something cops could do to get around more quickly I guess. I somehow knew that. I decided he didn't need his car anymore and took it for myself. I picked up a friend on the way, because we were both going home (and we live nearby). On the drive home random people would appear in the car. They didn't really "appear"; they were just suddenly there. They would distract me, saying things that made me lose focus and swerve around on the road. I eventually pulled off the highway. And then I woke up.
This whole thing took place in one night, and the dreams were very vivid and realistic in senses. However, there was an extremely powerful - and somewhat surreal - emotional feeling throughout the dream. It changed with the setting, so it was kind of like a sixth sense. Throughout the dreams there was a sense of "we". Me and some other people. Sometimes they were friends, sometimes colleagues. They are described below, but they were never real people. Just "we". If anyone sees any key markers throughout the dreams besides what I just described, I would love if you could point them out. DREAM JOURNAL: Someone did something entirely un-realistic like teleporting or just something that was absolutely not real (I can’t remember) and I didn’t even bat an eye but I became lucid because I realized I was in a blank white room. After remarking that it was a weird trigger, my dream faded, so I constructed another one in my mind and let it materialize. I lost consciousness. We were doing something like an important business meeting in a city when we (me and my friends) got into a bomber. We were flying over the desert when we decided to bomb an uninhabited part. There was a huge explosion and a mushroom cloud of dust. We were going through the desert and stopped at a strip mall. Suddenly it was late afternoon and we now owned all the shops. We for some stupid reason decided to each buy one and rename it something stupid like “fizzy soda” for the soda shop. I think we were also stranded out there. No customers came, not even one. Eventually there was some kind of scuffle over leaving in a car and I think I got shot. There was also some weird video of a guy who went to that strip mall to train in boxing. Me and like 11 other people were in a huge last-man-standing brawl. Eventually it was only me, my brother, and a girl left. He went after me but the girl helped me and we threw him out of the ring, eliminating him. The next round would be me vs. her. I was getting really pumped up but the dream faded. This dream is kind of foggy. We were in a city and there was some Joker-like guy locked in a cell in a skyscraper. He somehow managed to store bombs and weapons behind a brick on the OUTSIDE wall of the building. He got there by climbing out of his window and hanging by one arm while pulling out the brick with another. We were convinced he was going to do something disastrous with these weapons but despite our efforts he was declared innocent. The dream faded. I in a room with my friend when he just randomely tried to throw me on the ground. I did a judo flip but messed it up. It worked, but I just didn’t flip him. Instead, he slammed sideways onto the ground, and stopped the fall with his left arm, with which he was holding a cactus. When he hit the ground the cactus touched his eye. He said that, and I felt really bad about it because he couldn’t see very well out of that eye. Then I looked at it and the pupil expanded to cover his whole eye, before receding again. This process just repeated. I did numerous google searches to see if this was a serious condition but could find nothing. I was in a jungle tribe that was “Muslim" but in reality they were actually Pagan. This is important because they had a close relationship with their god, who made frequent visits in the form of supernatural events. I was somewhat of a newcomer, as if I had joined them some time between 1-3 years ago, but not so new that I didn’t know about their religion/how to get around their settlement. This takes place in kind of a rainforest, but with less undergrowth and not very many bugs/birds/tropical animals. Just the trees mostly. The terrain was pretty flat, but criss-crossed with rivers and steep banks. Kind of like the Amazon rainforest, at least in terrain. My friend who hit his eye with a cactus was also there. I was with an old lady at the chapel (who was “my mother” but I think she was actually just letting me stay in her house and thats what they called it). The chapel was outside, but dark, because it was surrounded by large jungle trees. There were wooden benches on the ground and a shrine in the front. I was looking at my friend’s eye but still couldn’t think of what to do. He left. Me and my “mother” prayed at the altar and started to put away the benches (as was the custom when leaving if no one else was there). I decided I would help her stack some firewood and then I would go back and finish putting away the benches. As we were stacking firewood inside a large rock structure (about the size of several buses) a girl walked up, who was apparently my friend. Suddenly, in the direction of the chapel, I heard a sound far more bone-chilling then anything I’ve heard in real life. It was an extremely deep, gutteral sound, almost a growl. But it was so loud it echoed throughout the forest. It also carried a very heavy feeling with it. At the same time a cloud rolled over the chapel and engulfed it. I trembled, and decided that I would not be going back there to finish putting away the benches. The girl remarcked “The closest I have ever heard that was across the river” and she pointed in the direction she was talking about.
This was the same night as http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/avia...t-world-62421/. I lost lucidity when I woke up, but I think I retained some of it. I was in a post-apocalyptic (zombies + nuclear war) world, and I think it was many years after it happened. I wasn't sure how I got there, but I knew I hadn't lived through the years since the apocalypse. Maybe I was in a coma or time travelled or something, but I decided that wasn't important and focused on surviving. I killed some zombies, and found a group in a huge field. The leader was a bit of a dick, but they had supplies and over-all were pretty nice. It was still sunset, as it had been for several dreams, and I think throughout the night. A plane flew over. We all took cover in the trees, but when no bombs came down, I thought it was safe. Some lady told me to look into the distance. There was a massive explosion coming towards us. It was probably over 100 miles away, but it was moving quickly. The army had been bombing huge stretches of land they considered lost cases. They had this new bomb, which they had invented between the year in real life (2014) and present day in the dream. The leader told me it was derived from napalm or some kind of incendiary we already had. The explosion was miles high, and it was like a mix between a dust storm and a nuclear blast, only way bigger. We put on heat suits, which apparently would help.
Edit: There will be many edits as more of the dream comes back to me. I will just add them in. I have had partial lucids before, but none were really very good. They all either lasted like 1 second or I wasn't lucid enough to even know it was a dream. This one could have been better, but I would say it was pretty good. The entire dream, and I think all of my dreams during the night, were at sunset. Everything seemed to glow a beautiful orange, from the rocks to the trees. Throughout the night I had several times where I became semi-lucid. At one point, I was on treacherous ground of some sort. I made a false step and started sliding extremely quickly. I couldn't stop myself and before I knew it I flew off a cliff, and it was quite a fall (this is one of my dream/nightmare trends). In my dreams my logic is usually very impaired but my feelings towards danger are entirely real, and I experience them just as I do in real life. So you can imagine I was very scared. As I started to fall I realized "THIS IS A DREAM. I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT.". I hit the ground and was fine. I was really excited and the dream started to destabilize. Everything got blurry, and I got super dizzy. I felt like it was collapsing. I tried observing the scene around me but it didn't work. I remembered a trick that I read about in a dream journal - pulling a coin from my pocket. I reached and at first I only felt lint, but then my finger brushed a coin. I stared at it and focused on all its features. The dream formed around me again. I know I wasn't fully 100% lucid, just enough to know I was dreaming and stuff. So the rest is a bit blurry because I think I lost lucidity for awhile and was just wandering around. At one point it was daytime again, but there was a huge storm blowing in. I just wanted it to be a beautiful summer day. I turned away from the storm front, and said out loud "when I turn around those clouds will be gone". They were, but more thunderheads had appeared in different places. I tried for awhile, and eventually it mostly worked. I remembered those beautiful summer days I had when I was younger and I felt really sad for awhile. I decided to go to my house. I realized I was hungry and wanted to ask my mom for food. I was really excited because I knew I could have anything for dinner because it was a dream. I told my mom I wanted a huge steak and soda and milkshakes and burritos and spaghetti and sushi and a ton of other dishes. I knew I wasn't confined by the limits of a real stomach. Unfortunately she told me she wasn't making that stuff and made some weird stew instead. It was really good, and as I was eating it I was trying to think of a way to get more food. Summoning things hadn't worked super well for me so far. I think my alarm woke me up after this.
Updated 11-24-2014 at 10:50 PM by 70554
My dream reminded me of the book The Odyssey so that is what I am calling it. If you don't know the plot of The Odyssey don't worry about it; it has no significance in the dream. The setting of this dream was medieval/wild west/modern. People wore medieval armor and carried swords, but they usually also had guns like winchesters, revolvers, etc. Besides that, things were modern. There were phones, trains, cars, etc. I was an older brother, and my younger brother had sworn an oath against me or something. He might have been a step-brother or something. It was not a love-hate relationship though, it was a hate-hate-hate relationship. He used anything he could to ruin things for me. He would lie, cheat, steal and manipulate his way into ruining my day and taking my things. Fast forward awhile, until we were both well into our twenties and living on our own (I think we were kids before, or younger adults). I was doing pretty well for myself. This part is really hazy, but I knew he did something really bad. Fast forward another 20 years or so. I had grey hair now, and I was doing very well. I had a wife and kids, and a very nice house. My brother hadn't done anything for a long time. One day, him and a bunch of scary looking wild west type people showed up at my house and evicted me. They had legal leverage as well as force, and they would probably kill me if I refused. So they smashed my house, and kicked me out (my family didn't play a big part in the dream, I only saw them like twice). He wanted the house, and he wanted to ruin my livelihood, but he also had some kind of scheme for himself and for some reason a key part of it was me going into "foreclosure". I moved to some island. It was about the size of an estate. I could build a nice grand house, a dock, and I could have a nice life going in no time. There was also a WWII tank on the island for some reason. It was fully functional except for the gun, which was malfunctioning. Suddenly I realized there was a modern tank next to me (I was in the old one). A voice came out of it, "Hey, I just want to talk". It was my brother. He said, "You see, foreclosure means you can't own any property, so unfortunately I can't let you live here". I was already enraged at the fact that he would even show his face near me, but when he said this I came close to attacking him. Until I realized he had a modern tank (with the gun functioning) and a band of really scary looking 1800s dudes with guns. So I left, and went to some family gathering on my wife's side of the family. There, I realized, was my salvation. I gathered up willing members of her family, and my friend, who had his own posse of people. We got our weapons and prepared to take back what was mine. It turned into a massive horse-back wild west gunfight, but everyone had armor. Somehow I lost my horse and as I was running over a bridge I saw one of my guys bleeding out on the ground. I splashed some water on the wound, which apparently made it better, and continued. I eventually reached my brother's hide-out. He only had one goon left, but that guy had a dagger and was about to kill two of my guys. I ran up and hit him in the head with an axe I was holding. Then, I saw my brother, and all his servants. Some of them had wronged me, but the worst of them were traitors who I had trusted. They were just sneering. For some reason there were also people who were not involved in the conflict. They were just bystanders, but they were in the group of people that I was fighting. I charged, swinging my axe left and right until there was only my brother left (and the bystanders, of course.... strangely, they didn't seem to care that there was a bloody battle going on right in front of them). For some reason I randomly forgave him, and decided that instead of killing him I would just banish him from my life forever.
Updated 11-16-2014 at 08:09 PM by 70554
I have noticed that my dreams have become quite violent in the recent weeks. I don't know why, but it is concerning. I am not worried about the actual violence of the dreams, but whatever is causing it. There is a lot of stress in my life at this time, but I don't know if it is due to that.
I was on a river trip with some family and friends; we were canoeing down a river in Africa, I think. I remember I was talking to some monkeys and they were telling me some interesting climbing tips. Everything was going well until one night there was an attack on our camp. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I know the next minute we had formed a militia. My uncle was tossing guns to everyone (somehow we now had a ton of people) and I got a super nice one with over 6000 bullets, which is fairly unrealistic. It was also really light. We charged down the enemy airstrip and a gigantic tank-like vehicle was approaching us and driving up the side of the airstrip. It started to point its gun at us but someone hit it with an anti-tank missile and it exploded. We passed several other enemy units and vehicles and when I wanted to stop and take them out someone said that wasn't part of the plan so we kept running. Then mortars started falling and a lot of people died, including some of my friends, and some of my family. I was enraged so I started shooting a ton of stuff and I became the hero of the group because I killed so many people. I shot down a helicopter with my machine gun. A B52 bomber flew overhead and I was well within the blast radius of some of the bombs but somehow I didn't die. I think I eventually got killed.
I was in some building in the tropics, I'm not really sure why or what was in it but I know we angered the (very dangerous) people inside and were trying to escape. At this point I wasn't really the leader, just a part of this small squad we were in. I opened the door to leave the building and these guys jumped out of the bushes with machine guns. My squad opened fire and somehow managed to get out, but I didn't react fast enough so I got driven back into the building. Unfortunately I didn't have a gun, but I did have a couch cushion that could stop bullets. However, eventually they cornered me and I gave up. I said "Theres no way I'm going to win just make it quick and shoot me in the head". Then I started shaking all over because I was legitimately scared of dying. He raised his gun. I turned towards him and shouted, "FUCK THIS SHIT I'M NOT DYING LIKE A BITCH". While I was saying that he started laughing and quickly unloaded 5 bullets into my chest, but I stumbled towards him, knocked him over, and ripped off the front half of his head with my teeth. At the same time my squad came back and took out the other guys. I'm not sure what happened between there and the next part but this squad was now a platoon, and we were on the beach doing something military. Or maybe we were stranded. I don't know, because this part was a bit fuzzy. I was also the leader of the platoon. For some reason a guy went psycho and turned most of the platoon against me; it was kind of like Lord Of The Flies. Only this time, I shot him and they were all somehow freed from his spell. I had called in backup from the U.S. Navy awhile back, and when I saw a few ships in the distance I thought it was them. Until they started bombarding the beach. It was the Danish Navy and for some reason they wanted to kill us. What they didn't know was that we also had several ships with very high firepower. I think it was like 2 destroyers, a submarine, and some other stuff. Anyways, we boarded our ships and began to leave the bay we were in (we were headed for the Danish fleet). Then we realized it was not the Danish fleet that was bombarding us but a castle they had built on a small island. They had artillery on the ramparts. We went to the island and were working out ways to breach the wall when I woke up.
I had a dream where I was in some sort of event that involved fitting through extremely and increasingly small spaces. I just remember I would pass through one of these spaces and it would sometimes scrape my skin, and sometimes I could somehow make myself smaller and pass through easily. Eventually I reached the final "doorway". There was a small hole in the wall smaller than a dime. A girl walked up to it, put her eye to it, and got sucked through. I was a little bit apprehensive about doing it at this point. It may sound silly, but have you ever actually been confronted with a situation where you have to squeeze your body through a dime-sized hole? It was intimidating. Anyways, I put my eye to the hole and my body and vision started twisting and swirling as I went through the hole. At that point the dream ended. It was extremely weird though because my vision got distorted the same way my eyes got swirled, and I actually felt my body but it was all swirly. I felt my swirly body.
It was a dark night, and I had the "blindness" nightmare trend. There were a lot of worried voices and worried-looking people. They all seemed to be filing into a doorway guarded by two soldiers (they were medieval guards, kind of Egyptian looking with spears). I was going with them but then I remembered that I needed something from my tent, either glasses or a flashlight I think. The doorway was carved into stone and it seemed to go underground. I went to my tent, which was right next to the long line of people, but I heard a horrible noise. It was like a dog whistle, and for some reason I knew it was not only coming from the sky but also the cause of people hiding inside this underground bunker or whatever it was. I looked up, and saw all the planets (jupiter was about 1/2 - 3/4 the size of the moon) in alignment in the sky. It may sound cool, but it seemed extremely ominous like there was some evil cosmic disaster going on. I went inside my tent and started searching for whatever the object was. I couldn't see a thing, so I pulled out my flashlight and turned it on but it didn't help at all. I still couldn't find it, so I went up to the doorway and the guards let me go in front of everyone else for some reason. Inside was not a bunker, but a mineshaft going into the darkness. I got on the mine cart and launched off. Let's just say when I came out everything turned really fucking weird... there was something involving a red flying squirrel who spoke english with a mexican accent and a few other weird fragments but the mine cart basically transported me into a different dream.
In this dream there was a massive Tyrannosaurus Rex somewhere between 50-150 feet tall hunting me and some other people at some place that looked like a research outpost in the jungle. I know a T-Rex hat big couldn't actually hurt anyone due to sheer unwieldiness but in this dream it definitely could rip people apart as easily as you can walk, and it wanted to. It was kind of like hide and seek in that it was seeking, and we had to hide. It moved so quickly on its massive legs that I knew once it found me there would be no escape. It even came close enough that it could have killed me but then started off in another direction. There was a building that was like the "safe zone" because for some reason it couldn't find people in there even though it had a glass ceiling. Only like 6 people could go there at once though or else it would detect the concentration of people and attack. We had to take turns, because for some reason it seemed like it was hunting in "rounds". Kind of like hide and seek.
Updated 10-01-2014 at 12:06 AM by 70554
I noticed I have several nightmare trends that are very common in nightmares (although I don't frequently have nightmares). A lot of times there will be several of these all at once. 1. Thick Air - For some reason it is very hard to move. This is usually due to air that seems thick, but I can't actually feel it. I just need to apply more force to get through it. However, I can move at normal speeds, sometimes faster (if I am running than something) once I gather momentum. Almost every time, though, some obstacle ends up in my way and since I have only forward momentum I crash into it or can't avoid it. Imagine running really fast on REALLY slippery ice and trying to navigate around an obstacle. I don't slip or anything, the ice is just an illustration of the feeling, but I can't turn for my life. 2. Clumsiness - With this type I am very clumsy, falling over constantly. Like I will fall over, get up, and fall over again before I can even fully stand up. Or anything regarding being psychotically clumsy. 3. Blindness - I kind of blind. It isn't like looking into the darkness, it is extremely stressful and tiring. It is kind of like squinting constantly, or having a thick shade over your vision. A lot of times I won't be able to see even if I have a very bright light right in front of me. That or I just... can't see things.. I just can't. Not in a way that they seem invisible, but like text that is too small to read. 4. Left Behind - There will be a monster or some reason for everyone to get away really fast and I am not fast enough. I am left alone to face the problem. This more commonly is combined with other ones. 5. Giants - Giant creatures coming after me. The scary part isn't that they are so strong or dangerous, it is that they seem inescapable. It feels like no matter how far you run or where you hide, their long legs and sweeping vision will overtake you. I got a rush when I saw the first Attack on Titan episode because the part where they break into the city gave me this feeling and I felt genuine dread. Unfortunately it was a one-time thing and I can't get that feeling again, which sucks because it was really cool. I will update this if I remember/find others.
I was at my brother's college and a girl started telling me about this movie. She told me it started with a shot of billions of crabs on the sea floor but there is no water, just sand. However, you can't see the sand because there is just a carpet of crabs for as far as you can see and the view is flying over them really fast, but there is no visible end to the crabs. At this point in the dream I was actually in the setting and she was no longer narrating; I had left the college dream behind and now was in the movie part. Apparently for some reason, I think something about gods being angry or whatever, there was a giant wave coming that would hit us in a week. When I say "we" it was just basically a lot of people by the ocean. I got the idea that it was everyone in the world.. but there were only like a thousand or so people. That part was kind of disregarded. So everyone was building this huge warehouse thing that was meant to withstand the wave. The king and the royal family believed it was a stupid idea for some reason and refused to partake, declaring that they would stay in their castle. The girl who was telling me about this at the college was now my wife for some reason and she had a british accent. At the same time however, I was supposed to marry the princess or something, who was also a DC from The Moon dream. In that dream I had to marry her (she was like the princess of the fire nation, not azula though) but she was completely crazy in a violent way and I wanted nothing to do with it. So apparently she carried over to this dream, and she tried to do something insane like kill me or my friends, or some other psychotic thing. I tried to punch her in the face but she started flailing around randomly, somehow missing every one of my punches, elbows, kicks, etc. Since I couldn't hit her, I just left. We had built about half of the warehouse by now, and there was a giant gold statue where the center would be that was apparently supposed to hold up the roof. I remember remarking on how it was a "colossus" or something. The dream ended after that.
After the fire-benders had taken over the world (I was zuko) I was angry at them, and announcing that I'd had enough of humanity and I was going to go rule the moon, I flew into the sky by shooting fire out of my feet. When I reached the moon, it was not actually the moon, but a colossal mass of house-sized asteroids averaging about 100 yards apart. One of them had an abandoned medieval tavern on it. There were no signs but I knew it was medieval based on the architecture. I found a single bottle of sake there. I went to another asteroid and found that there was a giant bag of candy sticking out of the side, but it was actually a candy shop. I ate some candy, and went to the top of the asteroid. There was a table with two people sitting at it. I was now "lucid dreaming", even though I really wasn't. I was unconscious but my dream self was allegedly "lucid dreaming". I started talking to these two people and it freaked me out that they were dream characters and I couldn't comprehend how they could be figments of my imagination, they seemed so real. So I asked if they were real people and they told me yes, they were real people somewhere. I recall one of them told me to do a reality check or something, so I was going to break my finger but he said that would hurt a lot because the dream was so vivid. And sure enough, it was extremely vivid. So he picked up a plate off the table and told me to throw it. I said "it will just keep going, it won't fall" probably because we were in space, but he told me that it would. I denied that, threw it, and it fell. Then he explained something about how that was how you could tell it was a dream. I asked if I would see him in real life after I woke up and he told me that we didn't know each other in real life, but we would meet again at "the core" after "everything collapses" (or maybe it was after "the universe collapses" but I'm not sure). I am not necessarily a believer in the dream plane or any of that spiritual stuff but I think it is possible. After all, they seemed EXCEPTIONALLY lucid and real for DCs.