2017, 05-04 Voices in the Night I am lying in my own bed, completely unaware that I am dreaming. I am just lying there in the dark, but it feels like there is someone there with me in the dark. I stay still, I don’t really want to let whoever it is know that I am awake. I lie there for a bit longer and I think I am about to fall asleep when I hear a voice. It is a male voice speaking loud and clear, the voice also sounds like it might be mechanical or a recording, or maybe a digitally altered voice. It says the same thing three times in a row. “Go kill yourself. Go kill yourself. Go kill yourself.” I can also feel something in the room moving around in the darkness, I can’t really explain how, but I feel something there. And I become very angry at whoever or whatever is in the room with me. I respond to this anger by letting out a stream of expletives that is way beyond the words I am normally likely to use, focused mostly around the ‘F’ word. “F$@% off, you f$@%ers! F$@% you! Go f$@% yourself, you f$@%ing piece of f$@%! F$@% you and the f$@%ing horse you rode in on! Did your f$@%ing horse come up with this plan? It’s way too complicated for a f$@%ing idiot like you!” My cursing continued for a bit longer, repeating the part about telling them to go f$@% themselves. I can practically feel a presence of someone standing right beside my bed and moving around me, but then I wake up and all is normal.
I was in a cabin with two other people I haven't met. The guy with a jacket was telling the girl with unusual hair if she was going to switch bodies with me. I told him we've already done that before. She then sends me in to the body of a taller man wearing a light blue dress shirt with khaki pants with a low cut. As him I was washing my hands and got out to try finding my family. I soon met up with my brother and mom, I began questioning about stuff I suspected for some time but can no longer remember what these things were. Soon the girl with unusual hair began telepathically communicating with me, telling me I don't have enough time. I got zap out of the body and black out. A dream began to appear where I found myself walking in the living room. It was dark since no lights were on, I sat near a couch where I found my old beaten up shoes lying around. I starting placing them on to my feet which is odd since I was grew out of them a long time ago. I then tied my shoes and heard the door beginning to knock. I figure it must be another criminal trying to rob the place. I get up and head to my father room, my father tells me he is going in to the kitchen. I went to the bathroom and sat down on to the soaked floor waiting for some loud noise to hit me. That's when I look up at the bathroom and realize half of the door was missing. I felt like I've been in this situation before I thought. Murky sounds started echoing from the living room. I got up from the floor and did an RC to confirm whether I was in a dream. The air went right through the nose plug and fully confirm to me that I am dreaming. I kept getting the feeling that something was awaiting me out in the living room, so I went near the curtains and jump at them with the immediate intention of phasing through it. I could feel my legs touching the grass outside but my upper body wouldn't get out. Soon the curtain began hurling my body back in to the house. I could feel how physical my grip was on the curtain to force myself to stay on the ground. However somehow this curtain is still sending me back with each second. The voice were getting louder so I needed to use some dream control quick. I began to yell no and got desperate and tried thinking of being on a beach or a park. However it wasn't working so I began trying to force myself to wake up but still nothing, this all felt too physical as my body was almost fully back in to the house. I got angry and manage to overpower the curtain and landed on the grass outside. It was night and I started trying to walk but my legs felt strain from how much pressure the curtains had. I soon notice that there is something on my back, I tried to scratch it off but it wasn't coming off. I look and saw that I had piece of the curtain still attach to me. The pieces began to form in to a body size disk. Why wont it come off I wonder, not long after that it started to hurtle me up in the air. While up there I began to feel pencil pricking pain all over my chest and back. This continue till the sky turn bright day and after a couple of spins I landed down to a building. I could feel the pressure leave my back it was finally off. I appear to have crash at a park with a bunch of people riding bikes. I started thinking what are the best ways to wake myself up. I decided to lean near a building store and focus on the sound of all the riders bike racing down on the concrete. It sounded so distracting, I then focus on finding some sensation of my body lying on the bed. That's when I manage to wake myself up. Lucidity time: 6 minutes
Morning of September 1, 2015. Tuesday. I seem to be focused on Loomis Street yet again. However, there are also emotions and realizations associated with our present bedroom on W Street (though it does not quite seem like a typical composite, and yet the setting is limited to the one room, though). My attention is mostly on an unusual “clock”. It does not apparently serve as a clock though, but some sort of answering machine (though I do not recall having this type of concept appearing in any previous dream). Only the hour hand is implemented but it does not serve as time-keeping in any way. There is seemingly no minute hand or second hand and the number six, in its proper location, is the only number on the face of the clock. I move the hour hand to the left (from where it was near the number six), to around where the number eight would be expected to be, and start to hear pleasant music. As I put it in different positions, I hear a lot of very nice music, a lot of it tribal, but with no voices at any point. The audio is very clear (though I do not become lucid). After spending seemingly at least fifteen minutes listening to very nice music (which apparently is related to being connected to our telephone and plays when we are not home to answer it), I move the hour hand over to the right around where the number four would be expected to be. From around where the number two would be expected to be to that location, there are recordings of my wife or me telling the caller to leave a message, and some of the messages are meant to be in-jokes. I listen to these recordings for a short time (much shorter than when I was enjoying the music) and my dream fades.
Morning of August 30, 2015. Sunday. I typically do not post audio-dominated dreams online (yet, anyway) and do not even have many archived in digital format though will make an exception here. This dream starts out in the nightly light stages of sleep paralysis I always experience and usually enjoy. There is no usual “buzzing” or oscillation in this stage and no “rolling waves” as in other levels. I remain in a deep peaceful state but am aware of some sort of energies moving above me and to my right side. Suddenly, I clearly hear someone say “I’m six years old!” right over me but closer to my right ear. This surprises me but does not quite startle me. I cannot tell if the voice is (or is “meant” to be) male or female, but it sounds like a tulpa learning to sound human, as the voice is in at least three discordant layers of different pitches, slightly metallic and slightly nasal. It almost makes me laugh myself awake at the audacity of this being, however young or old it actually is (as well as the musical quality bringing on an odd cheerful response to my emotion). There is a “fuzziness” to the audio as if filtered somehow, though in another sense, it sounds very natural. The being seems to have others “hovering” around them. She (or he) touches me on the shoulder and near my forehead but then the state of consciousness shifts to another location before I can respond or “speak” (telepathically) with any coherent thought of any kind. I am then watching a female in her forties standing at a complaint department in possibly a clothing store around Christmastime, seemingly to my right. She babbles bizarrely in accelerated audio and flings several packages to the floor and onto the counter in a strange musical charade that sounds like pieces of different musical measures (late 1960s?) in random sequences. Again, I almost start laughing, but she looks very frustrated (but does not regard me in any way). It is almost as if she can only “speak” in distorted random musical measures mixed with human vocalized gibberish rather than solely human-like. From here (into a different type of dream state), I am at a construction site, possibly unseen by anyone else (as I am seemingly not noticed or directly regarded at any point). It is the beginning of the foundation and framework of perhaps a four-storey (or higher) building. A man looks up and says loudly, “You better get down here” (emphasis on “down”) to a male on at least the second level of framework - the voice having a tone of authority as well as mild concern and with a slightly musical inflection as if he had said the same phrase often before. This shouting slightly shifts my consciousness and this dreaming stage is over.
The dreams started in the middle of an old town.. it reminded me of some Italian city. Many people were on the streets this day.. the weather was nice, and a lot of tourists were walking around. And then I have noticed 3 colorful circles on the street. They were really colorful.. somehow dreamy.. in shapes of a hypnotizing spinning circle.. every circle really caught your attention because they were really mystical. And i have watched the circles and the people around. 3 little boys came to play on these circles.. every child picked its own circle.. and i have noticed a strange person nearby.. it was a street performer.. but his eyes were constantly looking in the direction of these circles.. And then I have figured out.. what is going on.. This guy is a serial killer. And actually the victim decides its own fate.. which depends on the circle they are standing in. So this innocent little boys had no clue that one of them is going to be killed very soon. And when i figured this out.. i went to a nearby stand.. and took a knife from the table.. i hid it into my sleeve, so i can approach this maniac without being spotted. I was so angry.. in berserk mode.. i was walking towards him.. but something strange has happened. All the people on the street stopped walking.. and all of them were looking at me. It was strange but still.. i didn´t change my mind about killing this guy. And then.. the voices came.. People said.. one after another.. "dont do it".. "we know you have a knife in your sleeve".. "everyone knows it is you" .. "dont kill him, you will never get away" And i stopped..
Well I was awake in the night and decided to try to WILD. I laid there and counted and told myself I would lucid dream. I got to the point where you start getting the little snippets of dream voices. I had been thinking about Tom DeLonge's interview before I started the WILD, so at some point at the latter end of my counting when I am feeling like I am transitioning I start hearing Tom's voice. I can't understand what he is saying. He was just chattering along as if to someone in the next room. I have the brief thought that his voice was like the chattering he told about in his interview. The other thought was "Cool, maybe this means Tom will be here when I fully enter my lucid dream." I also remember seeing little ripples of light move across my vision from left to right like little waves lapping the shore. But, unfortunately, that was the end. I didn't stay conscious enough to enter my dream in a lucid state. And I faded away to non-lucid dreams. But it wasn't a complete waste of time. It had been a while since I had attempted to WILD, and I can say that I successfully made it to the hypnogogia stage. I really need to do this more often. Quote from Tom's interview: I woke up right around three a.m. My whole body felt like it had static electricity, and I open my eyes and the fire is still going, and there's a conversation going on outside the tent. It sounded like there were about 20 people there, talking. And instantly my mind goes, OK, they're at our campsite, they're not here to hurt us, they're talking about shit, but I can't make out what they're saying. But they're working on something. Then I close my eyes and wake up, and the fire is out and I have about three hours of lost time. I get everyone up first thing in the morning and go, "Did anybody hear all the chatter last night? I couldn't move my body, I was stuck there. I couldn't hear anything." And one of the guys I was with goes, "Yes! They were all around our tent, they were talking. I told you!" And the other guy slept right through it. He had no idea what we were talking about. [laughs] It sounded like English, but you couldn't make out any words. You knew you weren't threatened, you couldn't move your body, but you were very aware of the conversation going on for a period of time. PAPERMAG: Blink-182 Co-Founder Tom DeLonge Goes Deep on UFOs, Government Coverups and Why Aliens are Bigger than Jesus
After waking up at around 3:57 in the morning and spent enough time to get my mind focused back on becoming lucid, I laid in bed turning over again and again for almost two hours. I'm not sure if I felt asleep during that time or I might of not noticed I was already asleep, but it felt like I didn't get any sleep until sometime before 8:00 later that same morning. I continuing laying in bed for a few more minutes to see if I'm still able to go back to sleep. Moments later, I noticed a strange vibration going on through my chest. I was laying on my side facing the wall. At first I thought it was because of the amount sleeping pills I was taking. Then I noticed a blurry scene as I began drifting off to sleep. In this scene I saw a small bond with a stack of wooden sticks laying on top of each other. I stared at the pond trying to figure out what to make of it - whether I was dreaming or not. Seconds later, I get this sudden urge of panic. After staring at the pond with the set of sticks nestled in to it for a few more seconds, I felt a strong vivid sense of sinking inside it. I woke up startled, but then found out it wasn't over. I woke up laying on my side facing my bedroom. I was wrapped up in my blankets as I slowly began opening my eyes. I tried to move my muscles but couldn't. This obviously meant only one thing. I was paralyzed. Upon realizing it, I heard voices going on in the bedroom. I heard my sister telling me happy birthday. I heard my mother telling me something nice about me. The rest, I couldn't remember. The voices started to get closer. I panicked. Nestled in to my blankets, I reminded myself of something. It was all just in my head. I was hallucinating. It wasn't real. I did my best trying to realize that and remained as calm as I tried to be. I kept my eyes closed and thought of a place in which I could become lucid in. I first thought about Sydney. I thought about trying to summon her back on my parking lot just like the previous night. It wasn't a bad idea but then again, I didn't want the dark skies to be there if I did wake up to that same dream. Instead, I wanted to go back to my elementary school. I wanted to see the beautiful playground standing in the middle of the school. I wanted to be safe. I imagined this location as best as I could and after a more seconds of listening to those surrounding voices, I started to drift away from my dream bed. My body flew out of the bed, without any effort on my part, and started flying straight towards the door exiting my bedroom. Unfortunately, that was all that happened. I woke up.
I had taken a two-hour nap earlier in the day, so when I went to bed at 1:45am I did not feel particularly sleepy. It seemed like a good opportunity to get lucid, so I fixed intention on fireworks task and did a few rounds of SSILD before falling asleep. I had an NLD that was strongly WoW-influenced (day residue) in which I had gotten stuck in the middle of a quest chain and was searching the environment for objects that had a yellow exclamation point over them. This went on for a long time but at some point I finally recognized that I was dreaming. Although this pushed me near waking and disrupted the dream, I had enough awareness to avoid moving and held on to dreamstate as well as I could. I searched for something to better anchor me there, and noticed that I could distinctly hear voices conversing, although I could not see the figures—in fact I couldn't see anything at all. I don't recall the specific words now although I could hear them clearly at the time. I recall how spontaneous and random the conversation seemed, with no relationship I could discern to day residue, my own memories, or even the earlier dream. I listened carefully to try to figure out what was going on. A younger girl who sounded like a teenager was arguing with an older woman about something she wanted to do. At first I assumed it was her mother but then decided it must be a caretaker after she called her "Nanny" at one point. I was not involved in the scenario, I was just listening in the dark. Even though I didn't feel integrated into my dream body and lacked visuals altogether, the audible conversation was so vivid that I figured I must be reasonably secure in the dream state, so I figured I'd try the TOTM and see if I could coax a better REM state into effect. The fireworks task was perfect for this, since it was something I could attempt without moving much or needing anything from the environment. I imagined holding out my hand, palm up, and shooting fireworks from the center of my palm. Something did happen: I could half-see a kind of ghostly outline of my hand, like when you look at it in almost total darkness, and then above the palm emerged a faint graphic that resembled a model of the solar system, with the planets hanging in space and lines indicating their orbits. It's hard to describe what "seeing" this was like, since it was neither seeing in the usual sense, nor was it merely thinking or imagining, but something in between, or possibly different from them all. Have you ever been in a situation where it was so dark that you looked at your hand and weren't sure that you were really seeing it or your mind was just filling in the outlines where it knew they should be? It was a bit like that, but different, because in addition to my hand I could also "see" the solar system graphic, an image I would not have expected, and because ultimately I didn't feel like I was really "seeing" any of this with my eyes, even dream eyes. Part of the problem is that I still didn't feel fully embodied, so the darkness didn't just feel like an absence of light, but like a condition—inner darkness as opposed to outer darkness? Even at the time I suspected I wasn't in full REM. The visual impression was there, but it didn't register as genuinely visual. I decided that I must not be dreaming deeply enough to see properly, and this gave rise to a more substantial physical sensation of lying in my bed, as though I had woken up, yet I knew clearly that I was still in the dream state. I had half a mind to try fireworks again right then and there, and half a mind to better integrate with the dream body, so it seemed like what happened next was an amalgamation of the two intentions. I was focusing on my hands and they began to rotate rapidly, not the normal rotation permitted by the wrist joint, but a full 360-degree rotation, as though they were propellers. They were moving so fast that I could feel the vibrations throughout my whole body. Although this result had been spontaneous and unexpected, I wondered if I could use it to leverage myself out of the bed, since apart from my weird propeller hands, I still didn't feel well-connected to the dream body. I hesitated to try any larger movements lest I accidentally move my real body and wake up. So I let my left propeller hand slacken and lifted the right, willing it to turn into something like the blade of a helicopter that might elevate me vertically out of bed. The propeller movement became wider and faster, as though my whole forearm was now spinning around the elbow, and the vibrations intensified, but I felt no sense of lift. I remembered that helicopter blades needed to be angled a certain way in order to provide lift, and tried to will my propeller arm to work similarly, but I guess I don't know enough about aerodynamics to convince myself that I could pull it off! Since the right arm was not doing the trick on its own, I put my left arm back in play to provide more oomph. Now both my propeller arms were rotating at incredible speed and I could feel the whole bed vibrating along with my body. I couldn't believe that all this movement wasn't waking up my husband, who was lying pressed up right next to me. This is a common failing of dream logic: even when I am perfectly aware that I am dreaming, I irrationally worry that something I am doing might disrupt his sleep. Around this time I woke up for real, and of course he was over on his side of the bed, so the feeling of close physical contact had also been a dream impression. It was unusual that the audio and physical impressions were so clear but that the visual field remained opaque. Is this an NREM state? The closest parallel I've experienced to this in the initial stage of many WILDs, right after transition, and in those cases I have also theorized that REM hadn't fully kicked in yet.
Updated 01-18-2015 at 08:32 PM by 34973
I'm posting something from back in October 2006. A comment by Verre (about my recent micro nap dreams) made me think about this and go look it up again. I have heard "the voices" quite a few times in that transition between wake and sleep. But I don't think I have ever had it happen as much at one time as it happened this particular time. Here it is: I had another night with a blur of dreams. I woke up a little disappointed. But I decided to lay in bed and try to squeeze out one little dream before I got up. It ended up I wasn't tired enough to go fully asleep and have a full dream. But I got to the stage where I was hearing "the voices". I'm sure most people know what I am talking about--that stage where you think you are awake, yet you get funny little snips of conversation that you know were not part of your conscious thoughts. Well, I decided to write them down. After each, I lay back down and did it again. I got a funny little list of these "voices". Here they are: Someone talking about an invisible roommate: "You won't see her, 'cuz that's what's expected of her." "Your brother is so weird." Ladies voices: Lady #1: "Your mother said no DNA." Lady #2: "Your mother told me, too." "The kids and the military will be glad to be back." Old man's voice : "I can't believe you're not going to give me a cent." Many voices together: "It's gone!" Four black ladies sitting around a desk talking about my friend: "He wants to split the groups..." Laughing.... Girl's voice: "And if you're lucky, let me know."
helen it's time to die 15 years of age with long black hair living in a mansion, mother's dead. and her mother too. there's so many little doors but when I touch their handles dead voices scream in my ear dont be opened! like alice in wonderland alice with knives voices start screaming in my ear helen, it's time to die! I don't know where the voices are coming from maybe, the little doors will hold the answer I open the door and walk down the stairs it's flooded, I dive beneath the water into endless hallways of black cats I come to a room where the dead are having dinner my grandmother, a shriveled black skull the dead tell me helen, it's time to die! we are starting a revolution where the dead will rise an army playing cards blow around our table spades hearts clubs diamonds I see visions of their suicides blood we need a virgin
Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps. Dream 1(fragment): There was some electroguitar-like music. Dream 2(fragment): Was talking to someone. Dream 3(fragment): Was playing some game. Dream 4: I wake up, keep eyes closed and try to DEILD, after a while comes tactile HH where i feel some kind of serpentine creature, then followed by rough entry into dream with loud sounds and sensations. It transitions into FA and i get up from bed, i notice that room has different layout which seems to be a mix of few old ones, also my PC looks slightly different. Also the weird part is that there"s still noise, then it transitions into two or three voices talking with each other, but i can"t understand what they talk about. Also gravity seems to be low. After looking around for a bit i try changing form, but with no result. After a few tries though dark scales appear on my hands. The whole time voices continue talking. I then notice a few white particles phasing through walls in a few places, i decide to go to balcony, which is open, but dream fades halfway. I am back in the bed again with closed eyes, there are noises again which then combine into some kind of scream, so i realize that i am still dreaming, i open eyes but i wake up instead, whoops.
Date: 15 June Total sleep time: 6hrs< Fragment1: I am sure this was lucid. Had the impression of an interesting dream that I was witnessing, the only visual I remember is some golden object. (category suspicious) Fragment2: My friend who is not in this world anymore is alive in the dream. I get confused, accept that this is true state of things and wonder why do I always dream that she died? I decide not to tell her about it. WBTB: 1/2 latte, lecithin and B-complex, trouble falling asleep micro-WILD: I finally fall asleep and a scene begins to form around me. I am in my hometown, on one of the main streets. I appear in front of a guy that looks like an old friend of mine a bit. I try to stabilize and move my hands to grab the guy, but it doesn't quite work. The dream has no sound and is very unstable, I feel it slipping away. As I am going slowly back to the void/bed, I notice that voices can be heard. They sound very similar to voices of from a mystery type of ghost movie, I find them fascinating. Recalled the dream and had some unconscious sleep, woke up and couldn't sleep anymore. Not included in off. count
Dream recall from today's naps. Nap #1(fragment): At some point in dream i was in my room and i was standing and staring at the wall. I spontaneously realize that i am dreaming, some weird voice keeps repeating word "Nila", and i can't move for some reason. Shortly dream fades to black before i can do anything. Voice still repeating that word and i try to visualize some other place but shortly i feel somebody's hands on my shoulders. Some other voice starts saying something along the lines "You will wake up, you will wake up right now"( ), i say "No" while still trying to change location and move, but shortly i indeed wake up. Nap #2(fragments): I was at home and there was something weird happening. I was busy in the bathroom, but some family member was interrupting and annoying me. Then everyone left and i was looking in the window. At the street, somebody was driving huge truck like crazy, ramming everything and causing total destruction. I decided to go outside and check it out. He did managed to crash the truck to the point of it not working, but even after that he was never giving up and was still trying to destroy everything by throwing some heavy objects. There were also alot of construction workers around trying to repair everything. Then building and nearby trees were set on fire and burned out.
I wrestle with my scattered mind as I lay beneath the covers, ruminating over the prospects of future possibilities. The calm light of sleep appears to be far over the horizon with no chance of rising at any time soon. Why does this always happen when I have work in the morning? Voices. Whispering. To my right, over in the corner. Wtf? To my right there is a group of people, standing over me in the darkness. They walk around my bedroom examining its surroundings. "This looks good" "I'm not sure I like the windows" "Why is the mattress on the floor?" A group of elderly people discuss the room with one another as I lay in the bed. "Excuse me? What the hell are you doing in my room? It's six in the morning." "We're here for the open house, honey," an elderly woman informs me. "What open house? We're not selling the house. Get the fuck out of my room." They ignore my resilience and continue to examine my surroundings. Something isn't right. This is beyond anything normal, and these people are oddly short. Very short... It's hard to make out their faces in the shadows. I make several attempts to catch a glance, but each time they deliberately avoid my gaze. There is something inhuman about this. "You guys aren't doing a very good job of hiding your identities. You're aliens, aren't you?" They share a patronizing laugh amongst themselves, as if mocking my inferior human knowledge. One of the old women climbs into bed with me. This is fucked up. "You see, honey, we are here for the house. However, we have to take care of a few things first." "When did I ever give you permission to come into my house? Get the hell out of here." She smiles and then they are gone. I am awake. I think. There is a lingering presence in the room. I look toward my doorway. A faint white cloud. I can almost make it out. It darts over me. The fuck. I grab my phone and shine the light at it. Nothing. The presence is gone. Man, I wish I did more drugs. Then at least I wouldn't have to blame the Twilight Zone for this kind of shit.
Updated 02-05-2013 at 06:34 PM by 60729
This is the most lucid dream I've ever had, and I'm still sceptical as to whether I was awake or not, because I feel like I really was. I can't remember the dream before or after my false awakening, but I remember waking up, turning on my lamp and getting my dream journal from beside my bed, I lay on my stomach and started writing down notes on my dream, a voice was trying to speak to me, now that I think about it and I was getting distracted, I got down "short"then some dot points on the first dream, but I remember finding it very hard to concentrate as I was falling asleep and my eyes wouldn't stay open, so I went back to sleep. Now I think back on it, I do remember putting the pen into the book, but not putting the book back on my dresser or turning the light off, only flipping onto my side and going back to sleep into another dream. Also, everything about my room, which I was "awake" in was exactly the same to my memory, nothing was different/changed or dream-like. I woke up this morning at about 9:00 and immediately went to write in my journal, then remembered that I had already in the night, I flipped the book open and there was nothing there, I got pretty freaked out because I swear I was awake, when obviously I wasn't. I don't know why it happened, but the writing in my journal part was because I only just started this journal after reading about lucid dreaming induction only a few hours earlier, so I started the journal and there was nothing in it. Peace out.
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