Thread: Oneironaut's Matrix

Hahaha. You're so good to me. [/b]

Anytime...

Just a "thank you" for all the help you've given me since I arrived here.

Ugh, my recall has been shit lately.
BUT, I just stocked up on multivitamns again (I'd slacked off on taking them, lately) and I usually have some pretty crazy dreams when I take them regularly (especially since I usually take my second one of the day right before bed. ) so I should start having some more activity in my journal pretty soon.

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

Anytime...

Just a "thank you" for all the help you've given me since I arrived here.
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My pleasure.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Ugh, my recall has been shit lately.
BUT, I just stocked up on multivitamns again (I'd slacked off on taking them, lately) and I usually have some pretty crazy dreams when I take them regularly (especially since I usually take my second one of the day right before bed. ) so I should start having some more activity in my journal pretty soon.
My pleasure.
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Mulitvitamins.....Do you really think they help with good dream recall and having LDs? Because now that I think of it, I ran out of vitamins probably about the time I stopped having LDs (and haven't bought any since then, bad me)...I wonder if there is a connection? Hmmm...

Oh yeah, I definitely think so. Especially since the ones I take (GNC's Mega Men) have 50mgs of B-6 per serving. Heh.
I dunno whether or not any of the other vitamins inside help dreaming, but these certainly do the trick, so check the B-6 content of your multivitamns and see what it says.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Oh yeah, I definitely think so. Especially since the ones I take (GNC's Mega Men) have 50mgs of B-6 per serving. Heh.
I dunno whether or not any of the other vitamins inside help dreaming, but these certainly do the trick, so check the B-6 content of your multivitamns and see what it says.
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Interesting. The kind I was taking had 60mg of B-6. Life Essence- Master Multiple--they were great vitamins--had everything in them.

It's interesting to think I may have stumbled onto something here.....with your help, of course. Thanks again.

I credit B6 to a lot of my lucid and vivid dreams. i still have OK dreams without it but i'd like to stop relying on it all the time.

BTW when i first tried B6 i didn't know i bought 250mg's and i popped 2 tablets. didn't sleep a wink lol.

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

Interesting. The kind I was taking had 60mg of B-6. Life Essence- Master Multiple--they were great vitamins--had everything in them.

It's interesting to think I may have stumbled onto something here.....with your help, of course. Thanks again.
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Anytime.

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

I credit B6 to a lot of my lucid and vivid dreams. i still have OK dreams without it but i'd like to stop relying on it all the time.

BTW when i first tried B6 i didn't know i bought 250mg's and i popped 2 tablets. didn't sleep a wink lol.
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Luckily I've got some pretty vivid dreams and good recall, when I get enough sleep, and go to sleep sober.
BUUUUUUTTT....that doesn't happen nearly as often as it should, so I use the B-6 every now and then for a little boost. Heh. But now I'm taking my multivitamins again, so I can give the B-6 tablets a rest for a while because these should do the trick.

Off to a good start:

10/25/2006
Well this one is pretty fragmented, but at least it’s something.
There was this really cute, petite chick that I was obviously really close with. Don’t quite think we were “together,” but there was definitely something there. Anyway, this chick had something going on where she had all kinds of “toys” (Dirtbikes, motorcycles, a sleek, convertible sports car, etc.) I forgot the reason she had all these possessions, but we spent a long time just joyriding and getting some use out of them. One of them was this Huge motorcycle. It had multiple front wheels, pressed together, and a large back tire, a lot like Cloud’s motorcycle in Advent children. (Hmmm…I remember reading an entry in Aquanina’s journal about her going riding on a bike like Cloud’s. I’m beginning to wonder if it was her in my dream. Hmm…..I have no idea, cause I can hardly remember what this girl looked like. She was petite, same skin tone, long hair, but I think her hair was lighter than Nina’s. Hell, I dunno. It coulda been her.)
Anyway, this bike was cool as shit, and I kept searching around to find out how many CC’s it was. Somewhere on it, I saw that it was a 9000 (which doesn’t exist) but I didn’t realize this was strange and was just all the more impressed with it.
We started up the bike and were going to take it for a spin. I noticed how quiet it was, for such a large bike. I couldn’t hear it idling, at all. It only made noise when you pulled on the throttle. The road in front of “my house” (which was actually a rendition of my old friend’s house, in Houston) looked more like it was an airstrip instead of a street. Just as we were thinking about taking it out, I saw a cop positioned on the “airstrip” just waiting to catch speeders.
I knew there was no way in Hell that I was going to take this bike out and not open it up, so we decided to hold off, for a while, until the cop went away.
So we sat around hanging out and some more of my friends and I had planned to go see some kind of show, but I forgot what it was. The girl said that she couldn’t go, though, and that she actually had to leave. This sucked because I was really enjoying being with her and we were having a great time. She ended up saying that I could keep the badass bike. As she was leaving, I gave her a huge hug and light kiss on the corner of her lips. She took off in the yellow convertible.
Still in the garage, and a bit disappointed, I was just about to walk back inside and get ready to the show when I looked down and noticed I was suddenly not wearing any clothes.
I’m like “WTF?!”
My clothes were there, they were just down on the ground near my feet. I put them back on as quickly as I can, trying to make sure anyone that was in the house didn’t come out and see me standing naked in the garage, which would have been…awkward.
Clothed again, I took three or so steps to the door, looked down, and my clothes were around my feet again. (I’d actually gone to sleep with nothing on, last night. Maybe this was my mind’s way of telling me it was subconsciously aware of that )
I pulled them back up again and went back inside. My friends ended up coming by. I wanted to show them the bike that the chick gave me but, when we went back outside, it was gone. In fact, everything that she’d brought over was gone. It was like she was never there in the first place.
Ironically, I got to thinking “Shit…she was never here. It was a dream. I’m getting my memories of dreams mixed up with reality. I feel so stupid. I could have sworn she was really here.”
That’s about the last thing I remember before waking up.

Damn…so many cues for lucidity and I missed them all. Oh well, at least I had some activity to break these few days worth of Nothing.

10/26/2006

Wow.

Popped a multivitamin and smoked a little Calea before bed. The two dreams I remember were very vivid. The second one was absolutely insane and seemed to stretch on for hours (I love that about Calea, but there is the downside to the vividness, as I’ll cover later.)

Dream One

Went cave diving with Todd. The water was really dark, and we couldn’t see anything out of the scope of the small diving lights we were carrying. I began to notice that there were these strange, white octopi with us. They were actually translucent like jellyfish, but in the form of an octopus.
The lower we stayed in this cave, the more I began to notice that these things were becoming more numerous. The more I noticed that, the more I realized that they were beginning to follow us through the water. Needless to say, I wasn’t very comfortable with this because I’ve never seen see-through octopi before, and they were beginning to freak me the hell out.
We were only a few yards away from a stone stairway that led up out of the water, inside the cave and these octopi were starting to get really grabby. One of them managed to get a hold of my leg while I was crawling up the staircase. It wrapped around my leg and I began frantically trying to pull it off while crawling backward up the stairs. More of them were creeping up out of the water and starting to follow us. It took both me and Todd to rip the clingy bastard off of my leg, which hurt like all hell, and left this white, sick-locking pattern of suckers embedded in my skin. I threw the octopus back at his friends and Todd and I continued to scramble up the staircase, deep in the belly of this cave, while they continued to slither up and follow us.

I get the feeling this was much earlier in the night, though, because I don’t remember anything after that.

Dream Two
”John Mark Karr”

A looooong, insane, extremely detailed dream. If I didn’t jump out of bed early and make notes on this, there is no way I would have remembered it all. There are a few flash-forwards though, so there is still some shit missing. Oh well.

It started off at my old house in Canterbury. I was inside and Cierra was outside on the porch, playing. I was watching the news and they were talking about John Mark Karr, the pedophile that had been suspected of raping and killing Jonbennet Ramsey, the child “beauty queen.” (for anyone who hasn’t seen it on the news)
Well, apparently, (back in the dream) they’d found evidence that he did do it, but he had managed to slip out of police custody, a while before the broadcast was aired. I really didn’t think too much of it at the time. I was walking through the house and happened to look out my room window to see Cierra playing on the porch. It surprised me to see that she was talking to someone. A man. A grown man. And he was knelt down and being really affectionate with her. I could tell, immediately, that it was him.
I ran outside. As soon as I opened the door, Karr took off running. I caught up to him, we had a short scrap, and was able to get a full nelson lock on him. I knew I would need someone to watch him while I called the police, so I walked him over to my friend Mike’s house, whose parents were the landlords of Canterbury. Mike wasn’t there, but his parents and big brother were. I pushed Karr inside the house and sat him down on the couch. Joe and Jody (Mike’s Dad and Brother) happened to be watching the news also. They took one look at Karr and was like “Is that…..?” I said “Yup.”
Without saying another word, Joe turned around and opened one of the cabinets on the entertainment center. He pulled out a long-nosed revolver, cocked back the hammer and took aim on Karr, obviously in the mood for a little vigilante justice. I got in the way, though and talked him out of shooting him. I figured that it was best left to the police, that Karr would get what was coming to him and that Joe wouldn’t want this man’s blood on his hands, in the long run.
As we were waiting for the cops, something happened (I can’t remember what) where Karr had tricked me into grabbing this wooden block or something that was on the table. It had been busted on something and, when I grabbed it, hundreds of splinters dug into my hands. Seeing a window of opportunity, Karr jumped up off of the couch and bolted out the door. I ran after him and chased him through the neighborhood, to an unfamiliar street in front of a house where a bunch of roughneck island brothas were having a party. I caught up with him again and tackled him to the ground. The guys outside were wondering what was going on, and I asked one of them if that happened to have a pair of handcuffs on them. Surprisingly, one of them did.
We cuffed him and they let me bring him inside, so I could use the phone. Then I uncuffed one of his hands and cuffed him to a table.
While I was in another room, using the phone, a bunch of the other guys were in the living room talking to Karr. When I came out, they were actually treating him like he was a good friend of their group, even passing him the bowl so he could smoke with his free hand. >.>
I walk out and I’m thinking “WTF is going on here?” but I decide that it’s best not to say anything because these guys would probably kick the shit out of me, if I got on their bad side. So, I sat down on the couch and hit the bowl a few times. I started talking to Karr, about his “problem,” and he was really calm and conversational - actually rather charismatic, considering the circumstances. If part of me didn’t want to rip his fucking face off for being a child-killing pedophiliac, I could see why these other guys were getting along with him.
Since he was cuffed though, people were leaving him alone for minutes at a time, and I’d gotten up a few times as well. I did notice though that after a while, the wooden table leg was looking more and more worn. I got the feeling he was trying to get out of the cuffs whenever no one was looking. It didn’t look like he was having much luck with it, though.
I made the mistake of leaving him alone once more, though. I think it was to use the phone again. When I came back out, the handcuffs had been removed and Karr wasn’t in the house. I ran outside to see him just living it up with all these Jamaican-ish guys. It seems that one of them had a horse (A horse? Wtf?) and they were all taking turns riding it up and down the street. So they’d let “their new homeboy,” Karr, take a turn on it. Before I could even get a chance to say “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?” Karr took off.
I started running after him….again. I guess he didn’t have it in him to steal the guy’s horse because, after he got about a hundred yards away, he jumped off and sent the horse back to its owner as I continued to chase him.
Before I knew it, it was night time. I was finally beginning to catch up to Karr, only, now, it wasn’t Karr. It was still “him,” but he was in the body of an old friend of mine, Mark, and was shirtless. (funny how he changed into a friend with Mark in his name, also.)
Mark/Karr was running through a park, toward a small pond. There were a few people out there at the picnic tables, in the dark, and I was yelling to them to stop Mark/Karr, but everyone just got up and ran like he had a gun and they wanted no part of it.
I happened to spot a nail gun near the tables and grabbed it as I passed by. Before Mark/Karr jumped into the pond, I fired a few nails into his back from a pretty good distance. He dove in and started swimming across but the nails in his back slowed him down long enough for me to run around to the other side of the pond with the nail gun aimed at his face, waiting for him as he crawled up out of the water.
He had nowhere to go.
Another flash forward:
It was the next morning, and I was at the police station. Karr had been arrested. (I didn’t see if he was in his own body or Mark’s) Cierra was with me again and, apparently, there were a lot of fathers of little girls who’d actually been molested by Karr in the station, too. We were supposed to be talking to the sheriff about this guy Karr and what a fitting sentence would be. I remember that we were all getting REALLY pissed because the sheriff was paying more attention to a political photo-op that he was having in his office than to all of us that were waiting to speak to him. Some of the men were getting really emotional, and even crying, because of the lack of compassion the sheriff was showing, in regards to their violated children. We finally got to go in and see him and he was still being really ignorant about the whole ordeal, like none of it mattered to him. Cierra tried to come in and talk to me but I had to send her back out. The police said they had a daycare center on the property so I had someone escort her there, so she could play.
This is where things really got strange.
Shortly afterward, I was in a smaller room in the station with a group of these angry dads, much like a classroom, and we were filling out paperwork on these little desks. It was really quiet for a while but then I noticed someone at the back of the room was singing:
“Tiiiiiiiiime….is on my siiiiide. Yes it is….”
This immediately got my attention.
Before long, I noticed that the song was coming from someone else in the back of the room. The first person singing had stopped. It then shifted from this second person, to a third that was just a little bit closer up the row, then from that third person to a fourth; closer, repeating:
“Tiiiiiiiiime….is on my siiiiide. Yes it is….”
My perspective shifted, momentarily, to third person. I was looking down on the room and I could see whoever was singing, at the time, reach out and touch the person in front of him, and that person, singing the same line, would then touch the person in front of him, and so on, transferring the song with each touch. (Anyone who has seen the movie Fallen, with Denzel Washington, would know that this is a Really Bad Thing.)
Now, dropping back into first-person perspective, automatically, before the singing could spread to the person right behind me, I jumped up and bolted out of the room.
As I was running toward the daycare center, to grab Cierra, I realized what was going on. When Karr had changed into my friend Mark, it wasn’t some random dream glitch. It was actually part of the plot. JMK had found a way to shift his consciousness from person to person, by touch, just like the villain in ”Fallen.” Singing that song was his way of letting me know that.
I ran into the daycare center and the lady working there told me that Cierra had been terrified of something, but she wouldn’t tell anyone what it was. She’d been hiding under one of the bunk beds, since soon after she came in. That’s exactly where I found her. She looked up at me and it took me a little while to get her to come out. I kept telling her to tell me what happened, but she simply refused to, like she was afraid of telling me. I decided not to push her too hard, picked her up and we got the hell out of there.
Driving down the road, stopping at an intersection, I was just about to get into trying to get her to tell me why she was bugging out back the station, when I saw a van speeding toward the intersection, from the left. It tried to run through the intersection and slammed into another car that was crossing it, the two vehicles stopping dead in the center of the intersection. I looked in the van that was speeding, and it was Karr (still in Mark’s body, I think.) He had escaped from jail and stolen a van.
He was just about to reverse and continue his getaway when another van crashed into him from behind, the pile-up closing off the street so that there would be no way for him to drive out of there.
A large group of Jamaicans (much like the group whose house we were in) jumped out and started talking shit to Mark/Karr for causing the huge accident with his reckless driving. An altercation was about to start that would have probably left Karr dead but there was yet another Flash Forward:
I was coming out of the police station for a second time. Karr was back in jail. Obviously the cops had shown up before things got too out of hand, back at the crash scene.
Cierra wasn’t with me, this time, and I was about to get in my truck and drive off when a guy getting into the van next to me (who looked surprisingly like my mom’s boyfriend, who is, coincidentally, serving a lil bit of jail time) began singing:
“Tiiiiiiiiime….is on my siiiiide. Yes it is….”
I spun around and looked in through the passenger window, just as he was getting in, through the driver’s side. He closed the door, casually looked over at me and gave me a victorious smile as he began to slowly pull away from the police station.
I thought “Oh, HELL NO.”
That’s when it Finally hit me: I was dreaming.
I think it was recognizing his face as my mom’s boyfriend that did it, more than anything else. While he was slowly backing out of the parking spot, I ran up to the van and jumped on the long step beneath the door, holding onto the side of the van. He continued to smile at me, confident that he was going to make his escape, and I simply smiled right back at him, knowing that this was my dream, and there was no way in Hell he was getting away.
To show off a little, I raised one hand slowly and pressed my palm against the glass of the passenger side window, still holding on to the side of the van as he reversed. I’d intended to slowly push my arm through the window like it was water, and climb in to grab him...but I couldn’t do it. I tried again. Nothing. It was as solid as waking world glass. I knew immediately it was the Calea/Multivitamin, I’d taken before bed. The experience was just too vivid for me to just “let go” enough for my hand to pass through the glass.
I thought “Fuck this,” and I cocked back my arm to just punch through the glass, but Karr swerved the van onto the street and threw it in drive, causing me to fall off of the van’s side rail just before he began speeding away, down the street. I landed on my feet and watched him drive off. I could see an intersection down the road and the first thing that came to mind was the previous accident scene. It began to come into focus as my form dissipated into a disembodied third-person perspective. The “physical me” was pulling up to the intersection, down the street, just ahead of “Karr.” I don’t know if I manifested the second van voluntarily or subconsciously, but the same van that smashed into Karr, during the first accident, came speeding down the road, behind him, once again.
It was Déjà vu as I watched the exact same accident happen, in third person, from about a hundred yards away. It was like I had caused a loop in time that ended up stopping Karr from getting away, yet again, which was Cool as Shit. Haha.

That’s the last thing I remember before waking up.

That's a really cool lucid dream! So I'm guessing the dream herb works well? I need to buy some soon.

Thanks.

Yeah, I've had many interesting experiences with Calea.

10/30/2006

Dream One

Something about being at someone’s house and playing the guitar. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night and decided to just go back to sleep, instead of writing the dream down, because there wasn’t much worth getting up to write in the journal for.

Dream Two

Dream Incubation – ”Flying Machine / Sea Creatures”

Did an interesting experiment in dream incubation, yesterday.
As I was out cutting the grass (we have a riding mower) I decided to try to create an imaginary scene based on the concept of being on the mower, that I could reflect on and hopefully incubate into a dream scenario. So, being on the mower, I imagined it was something that I was flying really fast, (kinda like the jetpack from Steamboy) and just began to visualize the scene. The sun was more or less setting, so imagined the sky would be pretty much just the way it looked at the time. Then, I imagined that there would be some sort of scenario that would cause me to have to maneuver this vehicle around, erratically (because I like exhilarating concepts like that.) I didn’t really pick one, but just went through a bunch of possibilities. (avoiding gunfire, dodging other crafts, etc.)
While doing all this I set in the intent to continue an experience like this, while dreaming, later last night.
Well I as actually a little inebriated when I went to bed so I decided to take a little B6 to help me not sleep too deeply to remember anything.
I also changed my PC desktop to the picture of my lucid arena that shows all of the water on the outside. I thought about flying around the surrounding area on the craft I was imaging earlier, again, setting in my intention to incubate all of this into a dream, however possible.

In the Dream:
Before I know it, I’m flying over the ocean, and I mean in the middle of the ocean – nothing but landless horizon in all directions. It’s a clear blue day and the water is racing passed me. I’m a good 200ft above the water. I never actually saw what it was I was flying on (I’m guessing it was because the craft was so small, it wouldn’t show up in my first-person perspective). I wasn’t going quite as fast as I imagined I would, but it was definitely fast enough to enjoy the experience of flying over the water, with nothing else around.
I look around me and I begin to see what I believe to be the thick, barnacle-ridden backs of whales rising and falling in the water, as if they were swimming down below, and off to either side of me, in the distance. This carried on for a little bit and then, far ahead, one of them actually jumped out of the water - insanely high, and I saw that these weren’t whales at all. They were too big to be whales, and they were covered in reptilian skin. They were dinosaurs of some kinda. Something like Lipleurodons.
This thing completely defied gravity as it soared up passed me, hundreds of feet over even my head, as I was still a good 200 feet over the surface of the water. This thing was, more or less, flying straight up over me. As I passed under it, it came to the crest of its ascent and then came back down, toward me, headfirst. I swerved one way on the (whatever I was flying) and the massive beast dropped passed me and landed in the water. Then more of them started jumping, seemingly at random. They’d fly up into the air and then begin to drop, not particularly at me, but there was enough of them doing it by now to where I was having to constantly weave and slalom through the air on this flying thing so that these massive creatures wouldn’t either smash into me on their way up into the air or come down on me from above and crush me as I tried to navigate frantically around them, on their way down.
That’s all I remember.

Good shit, though, that I was able to experience a scenario so much like the one that I’d tried incubating. I think I’m going to start toying around with developing dream incubation a little more often.

10/31/2006

I know this was another long dream, but I remember much less of it. It's also been over twelve hours since I've last thought about recalling this dream so the details are pretty much gone. I remember that it was a friendly game of Manhunt , starting in a neighborhood that I don't think I'm familiar with, and spread out into a bit of an intense middle-eastern war epic. I was some sort of spy, traveling with some gorgeous, short-haired girl (that was once just an ordinary team-mate in manhunt) and using various disguises to reach some sort of objective. I forget what the hell it was though. We'd began to build up a lot of emotion toward each other throughout the dream, though. There was one "scene" where I remember having to dress up in a woman's veil and shawl to get passed these sentries, along side the girl, which reminded me a lot of Madmartigan's scene in Willow, when he did the same thing, which was...awkward. There were a few times where I (and/or we) was discovered and had a couple of fistfights to take out various guards.
I remember that the main villain was a smooth-talking guy that reminded me a lot of Iranian president Ahmadinejad (sp?) The main thing that sticks out in my head was the very last scene that I remember:
I was in a small room, (I get the feeling it was a train car. Don't ask me why) pretty much cornered. The sentries, along with the main villain came into the room while I was hiding. The girl was talking to them, trying to distract them, and I had a good shot at taking out the head honcho, and the two or so sentries with him. Instead, as I jumped out of my hiding spot to shoot him, I took the time to conversate. (again, don't ask me why)
Having just these few seconds to think, the main bad guy turned his gun from me (after aiming, when I first stood up) to the girl, and pulled the trigger. The last thing I remember seeing is him splatter her head, in spite of me, because I'd hesitated instead of getting the job done.

11/02/2006

I went to sleep thinking about the “View the End of the World” lucid task for this month. I had a non-lucid scenario with many twists and turns in it, but all I really remember is having to get through a prison full of zombies, to find our way into the streets of some broken slum of a city. My friends and I would go from one side of this prison to the next, ducking and dodging all of these undead guys, searching for the exit. I remember that it was hidden back in some sort of hallway, and we kept passing it, over and over.
Finally, I spotted the correct hall and we got out into the street. I don’t even remember of the zombies were only in the prison, or continued out into the city, but I think they were. I’m not sure if this was some world-wide, Armageddon-type zombie infestation, but if it was, at least my mind was headed in the right direction.

Hey O!

I'm finally getting a chance to get caught up on reading your dreams--and you have some great ones.

I was just about to walk back inside and get ready to the show when I looked down and noticed I was suddenly not wearing any clothes.
I’m like “WTF?!”
My clothes were there, they were just down on the ground near my feet. I put them back on as quickly as I can, trying to make sure anyone that was in the house didn’t come out and see me standing naked in the garage, which would have been…awkward.
Clothed again, I took three or so steps to the door, looked down, and my clothes were around my feet again. (I’d actually gone to sleep with nothing on, last night. Maybe this was my mind’s way of telling me it was subconsciously aware of that )[/b]

So funny. So typical for a dream.

Went cave diving with Todd. The water was really dark, and we couldn’t see anything out of the scope of the small diving lights we were carrying. I began to notice that there were these strange, white octopi with us. They were actually translucent like jellyfish, but in the form of an octopus.[/b]

And this one sets a great mood. I love the setting.

Dream Two
”John Mark Karr”[/b]

And that was an incredible dream. What an adventure. So long and detailed. You have a fantastic imagination. You could make movies or write novels from some of your dreams.

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Did an interesting experiment in dream incubation, yesterday[/b]

That is very interesting. I need to try something like that. And good luck with it yourself in future dreams.

far ahead, one of them actually jumped out of the water - insanely high, and I saw that these weren’t whales at all. They were too big to be whales, and they were covered in reptilian skin. They were dinosaurs of some kinda. Something like Lipleurodons.[/b]

Wish I could have seen that. I love those kinds of dreams. Very cool.

Anyway, Keep it up. Thanks for the fun! 8)

You're welcome. Thanks for the compliments.
Yeah, that John Mark Karr dream was insane. "What an adventure" is right!
Whenever I get some time, I may do a quick sketch of that dinosaur/ocean dream cause it was really surreal.

Shit, I lost a couple of journal entries during the crash. I’ll have to post them again when I get the time)

11/4/2006

Yesterday I was out playing/swordfighting with Cierra, so I figured I try using the experience to induce some sort of dream swordfight that could lead up to such an intense battle that we destroy the earth, for the lucid task.

Dream One

I was swordfighting with Joe in a parking lot, at night. We were using real swords, but I think we were just sparring, and not really going after each other. Don't remember much of this dream at all, though.

Dream Two

I was making out with this really timid blonde, on a bed. She was acting like it was her first time, or something. Got her undressed and was just about to crawl over on top of her when, in her anxiety I guess, she shat all over the bed. (yeah, it was pretty sick)
Obviously disgusted out of the mood, I tried not to completely flip out on her because she was obviously embarassed and nervous about it, already. I just gave her a towel, told her that she should "...uh....clean up," walked out into the hallway and tried not to lose my fuckin lunch.
Later, there was a party at this same girl's friends and/or family's house, where we were shooting around paintball and BB guns and lighting off fireworks. The vibe betweeen me and the girl, though, was pretty much awkward for the rest of the night.

11/05/2006
(Notes: )
Pulled behind a boat with chick. Was nervous about all the water. Seaweed / logs.
Came to island. Friend was having party. Staying with chick. Night fell. Pitch black. Heard something coming up from the water eating someone. Ran through house getting smaller. Size of mice. Cat. Strange rooms. Cape. Flying. Fighting cat. Normal size. Room with undead Nazi army. Got loose. Day time. Gun fighting. Shotguns, Flamethrower.

11/07/2006
“Frat Boyz”

In a school parking lot at night. Brian was there at some point.
I parked my car (the Olds) and walked over to a large tent that was set up near one of the buildings, curious as to what was going on inside. I can’t remember what these guys were doing but some sort of machine was set up. I think it was for some massive fraternity prank or something like that. Anyway, I suddenly got rushed by these frat boys that weren’t happy with my snooping around and they came at me with machetes. I glanced over to one side and saw a broken hockey stick or broom handle or something and picked it up and started fighting these guys off. I don’t remember much of the fight, though.
Later, I was going through the parking lot looking for my car. I picked up a bottle of liquor and saw that it was open and half empty. It started spilling all over my fingers so I put it down. Found my car, which I think was in a different spot than I left it, but I didn’t leave yet.
I’d kept walking a while and wound up near a fence at the front of the school and Joe and Todd came out of nowhere, both with machetes. I was asking what the hell was going on and they wouldn’t answer. They just kept coming at me like they were going to fuck me up. I think they counted on me being too afraid to do anything, but I didn’t waste any time. Having a size advantage over Todd, I rushed him first, slipping too close into his range for him to be able to swing the machete effectively, grabbing his wrist. I then spun around behind him so that I brought his arm up and across his chest, holding his own machete up to his throat while positioned to use him as a human shield, and started backing up away from Joe with the blade pressed against Todd’s windpipe. Part of me didn’t even know if I’d have been able to go through with it, had Joe continued to attack, but I was hoping I wouldn’t have to find out.
They were both like “Whoa! Whoa! Ok! Wait!” and Joe threw down his machete.
They told me that it was some sort of Frat assignment. They both had to scare the hell out of a friend, with those machetes, to the point that the friend wouldn’t be completely submissive with fear.
Obviously things didn’t quite turn out that way and, as cruel as their prank was, I was just glad that I hesitated by threatening Joe with Todd’s life instead of just using the machete against him. I ended up going back to my car sometime after that and (I think it was Brian) tells me that my dog had been stolen because I left it chained to the car. Instead of thinking this was weird because I don’t really have a dog, I thought it was weird because I “thought I left my dog at home.”
So, apparently, I had a dog in this dream. It was a white bulldog. I went looking for it (feeling the pain of having really lost a dog) and found it penned up in a multi-leveled garage in the school parking lot. I can’t remember whether or not I confronted the people who “stole” it, though, and woke up shortly after finding it.

11/08/2006
“Octopus Hell”

That does it!
NO MORE B6 and Calea, together, before bed! I’ve had nothing but bad experiences with the mixture, so I think it’s time to give it a rest for a while.

Dream One

So this dream started off in some sort of bar/restaurant. A friend of mine (who isn’t a friend I think I have in waking life) was the chef there and he was making calamari. However, instead of using squid, he was using these little octopi. (I wonder what’s up with the octopus dreams, lately?) Anyway. So one of these fuckin octopi, (-that’s such a weird word. Haha. Anyway…) that was probably about 4 inches high when walking, with tentacles a good 10 inches, long escapes from the cutting board and scurries down onto the floor. Fast little bastard too. So the chef is like “Grab it!” and I go over to step on it, hard enough to hold it in place with my foot, but too soft to kill it.
Putting my foot down, this slimey, boneless thing wraps it’s tentacles up around my shoe and squeezes it’s body out from under my foot and then runs straight up my fucking pants leg!
I’m like “WHAT THE FUCK! GET IT OUT!!”
Keep in mind, I’m on Calea and B6. This thing running up my leg was one of the most vivid (and unpleasant) sensations I have EVER had in a dream.
I tracked the bulge moving quickly up the leg of my pants (I was wearing black jeans) and grabbed it from the outside with my fist. Holding this thing in place while trying to figure out a way to get it out was an equally unpleasant feeling as its tentacles were gripping viciously to my leg, trying to get traction and get out of my grasp.
What’s even worse is that, while holding onto it, the damn thing Bit my hand with its beak, through my pants leg.
Yes, octopi have beaks….and, all joking aside, it fucking HURT….BAD. It was like someone driving a staple into my index finger.
Somehow, I was able to push this thing down to my ankle and yanked it out from under my pants. I threw it on the floor and the bitch flips over and comes straight after me, followed by another octopus that had escaped while we were trying to deal with the first one. I was practically tripping over myself trying to back away from them and I think the first one found its way back up the leg of my pants, but I woke up shortly after that.

It was only 3am, so I knew I had to get back to sleep.

Dream Two

I remember much less of how this one started, but I think we were in someone’s kitchen. If I’m not mistaken, I was fixing myself something to eat and I went over to the fridge. I opened the fridge to look inside and (you guessed it) the Goddamned OCTOPUS jumps out onto the floor, latches onto my foot, and runs up my pants leg before I even have time to think.
Again, I stop the thing before it can get up to my crotch by grabbing it from the outside of my pants, this time with both hands I think, and the bitch bites me AGAIN! (and, again, it hurt like all Hell.)

I woke up shortly after that. I know there was more to the dream but it’s been about 5 hours now, so it’s mostly gone. Anyway, I checked the clock when I woke up. Only 5am. At this point, I was reeeaally hesitant about going back to sleep. I was thinking to myself “It’s only an hour and change. I can just stay up.” But nah. I was too tired, still, and I’m not one to miss out on a few more mins of sleep, if I can help it. Soo…I drifted back off to sleep.

Dream Three

This one actually began as a false awakening. I’d looked at the clock and it was like 8:05. I was mad late. So I jumped out of bed and started getting ready for work. It seems Brian had stayed the night in the guest room/Cierra’s room (in the dream). My little cousin Treasure was in the house also. As I was getting ready for work, I started telling them about these fucked up dreams I had about the octopi crawling up my leg. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, as I’m explaining the dream, the same damn octopus comes scurrying across the floor toward me. I’m like “Fuck! NOOOOO!” and the only thing I could think about was: not letting that little bastard crawl up my leg. There’s a damn good chance I could have gotten lucid because of this whole scenario, but it was too damn vivid, and the octopus had, honestly, freaked me out to the point where realizing it as a dream sign just didn’t freakin matter anymore.

I don’t think it got a hold of me this time, though, and I woke up shortly after that.

Hmmmm...

Oneironaut, what sort of multivitamin do you use, out of interest? B-Complex, or more general?

Originally Posted by The

Hmmmm...

Oneironaut, what sort of multivitamin do you use, out of interest? B-Complex, or more general?
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Well, the multivitamins I take (almost) daily are "Mega Men: Sport" which have B-Complex along with a whooooole list of other shit in them.

But I've also got my bottle of straight B6. Last night, I left my multivitamins in my gym bag, so I decided to just pop a B6 instead.

..I shouldn't have.

I saw that thread you made about B6 giving you headaches at times, when you wake up. It does the same to me, so I use it sparingly. I think I'm going to give the straight B6 a rest though. The multivitamins work just fine, especially when I take my last one before bed, because each dose only has half the B6 that's in one of the pure B6 pills and they are much less intense, dreamwise.

11/10/2006

In this dream, I was throwing a little get-together in my house in Canterbury. I remember Rob and Jesse being there, among others. We had a gallon or so of alcohol in a bottle that looked like a short, fat Grey Goose bottle. My folks were home, of course.
I’m sitting in the living room, fucking wasted, and I hear the back door opening. A girl that Rob was obviously talking with, outside, comes in and goes to the restroom. She’s rushing like she’s trying to keep from puking on the floor. After a minute or so she comes back out and goes back outside. When she goes out, someone else comes in. I look down the hall and I see my Dad coming in. I’m like “oh shit.” He was PISSED. We got into a huge argument and I was so drunk (this was the most drunk I’ve Ever felt, in a dream) that I couldn’t hardly stand, when he got all up in my face. I kept having to hold myself up on shit to scream back at him. I remember using something against him about knowing what kinda life he lived as a child and that he “did stupid shit like this, too, when he was my age, and should just get off my back.” He didn’t have too much to come back with.
Jesse was feeling really rough and I didn’t want to him to have to deal with staying at listening to me and my dad argue, so I told it’s best for him to just go ahead and go him, as the others had already left (Jesse only lived two houses down.) I was helping him to the back door when he stopped near the bathroom and ducked inside real quick and started puking. The door was open and I could see he was having trouble even making it into the toilet, so I kinda helped hold him up so he wouldn’t get it all over the floor. Then I walked him to the door, came back, argued with my dad some more and then passed out on my bed.
When I woke up, it took me a while to realize where I was.


11/12/2006

Dream One

Been sick as a dog lately. Only remember shopping in a store that looked like Ross and talking to some really cute chick that worked the register there. They had guns for sale also (which Ross definitely doesn’t have) and their shotguns were standing vertical on these roundtables that you can spin and look at like those racks of cheap sunglasses you see in every store.

Dream Two
Both Tasks Completed!

YEAAA! BOIIIIII!

Took some NyQuil and, since I’ve neglected my multivitamins for the last day or two (cause I’ve been all hopped up on other meds), popped a B6, going back to sleep about 4am with the intention to complete the advanced lucid task.
This dream took place at a theme park / carnival, on the beach, at night. I had a bunch of my friends with me, though I can’t really remember who was there and who wasn’t. Walking around, everything was very surreal. It was like a twisted acid trip or something. A bunch of people had on some really freaky clown makeup and gothic costumes. (I had stumbled along a uhm…Disturbing youtube video that had to do with people in clown make-up, last night)
At one point, a bunch of us had gotten away from the carnival area and were walking along the beach. On one side: the wall of a tall cliff. On the other: waves rolling up onto the sand. Sometime along the way, I’d noticed that there were two crescent moons out over the horizon, instead of one.
Instantly knew I was dreaming, and I was so excited that I had to work to keep myself focused and remember what it was I wanted to do. I figured, since I was surrounded by my friends, now would be a perfect time to get the basic task out of the way. I ran over to the nearest DC (can’t remember who the hell it was, though) and said “’Ey! Am I dreaming?” He looks at me and says “No. What the hell are you talking about?” and just passes right by me. (another DV member’s post, where a DC answered him in almost the exact same way, was the last thing I read before bed. Haha.)
So just as this DC passes me, another one of my friends (I think it was Brian) speaks up before I even ask, rolling his eyes as if to correct the other DC, and says “Yes. You are” I pointed at him and said “Smart man,” grinning. Then I told the other DC I’d prove it to him.
The sun had begun to rise over the horizon and I told him to look that way. Then I sped up the process and made a whole day pass by, to where the sun had just finished setting and the moon (only one this time, I think) was coming back out.
I said “See? From night to day, and back again..” and the DC finished my sentence with “…in a matter of seconds?” He was convinced.
I remember taking a moment to look at my hands in the moonlight. I checked them out very carefully, looking for the detail of contours and prints and, when they appeared, they ran in odd shapes like (seemingly) Aztec symbols - much more angular than the smooth curvature of real fingerprints. They also began to stand out from my skin a little bit as if certain shapes sat higher than the rest.
As we were walking along the beach some more, I started thinking about the end of the world task. I was wondering how I was going to go about inducing something like that. Would it be war? A meteor? What?
Without any fuckin warning, whatsoever, one of my friends was hit in the head with a sniper’s bullet. He goes down in the sand when, suddenly, a full-scale firefight breaks out and I lose lucidity. We were all suddenly wearing desert fatigues and armed with M-16s. There was even a Hum-Vee that rolled in out of nowhere. The snipers were positioned up on the cliff that we had been walking along side. I could still see the carnival off in my peripheral.
A lot of my friends were killed in this firefight. I remember seeing many of them shot in their heads as we scrambled for cover. There were maybe 3 of us left when we finally took the couple of snipers out. My allies were getting into the Hum-Vee and I was coming up to climb on the back, when I noticed that there was an explosive that was stuck to the rear bumper and beeping. At first I could see it was counting down on a digital display and I yelled to my friends to get out of the Jeep. Then I heard it beeping faster and when I looked at the display again, the numbers were all jumbled.
I started to panic because I couldn’t read the display, but then I realized that this wasn’t right. I knew I was dreaming, again. I was trying to hurry up and remember what it was I was trying to do, before, and where I was. I remembered that we were simply walking along the beach, and I’d just gotten lucid the first time.
Suddenly the beeping had stopped. The military concept (Hum-Vee and all) was completely gone, and I was back in my civilian clothes, walking along the beach at night with my friends, again. I had a hold of lucidity once more and didn’t really wanna give it up, so I decided to take it easy for a little while. We all walked back to the carnival. I think the friends that I lost in the firefight were still gone. I remember passing by a fun-house mirror and getting a really bad vibe from it, so decided to stay away from it. After that, I wanted to look at something to focus in on the detail and try to solidify my dream state a little more. I looked at the side of the cliff again and noticed that, etched into the grains of sand and rock, were twisted little evil clown faces, looking just a little too realistic for me to wanna focus on too long, so I kept walking.
Tried looking at my hands again while on the boardwalk. At first I was seeing double, as if my eyes were crossed, but then I focused more and noticed that I had 7 fingers on one hand. This brought more clarity though and helped keep the dream from fading.
Walking around and drinking with a buddy of mine, we started talking to these two girls whose boyfriends came back and got all protective of them, so the girls kinda broke off from us so they wouldn’t get “in trouble.” My friend finally got so drunk that I had to let him go lie down and I kept walking, thinking about the end of the world task.
I figured I’d have to just end it, myself, because I wasn’t sure how much more time I was going to have, to get this done. The sky had begun flipping from night to day, rather randomly a few times, while I was thinking. At first I was considering flying off of the earth and blowing it up with an energy wave, but when I tried to fly, I couldn’t visualize getting into space, and only ended up warping myself a few yards away from where I started. It was daytime when this happened, but a few seconds later - night again - I figured I’d just do it the best (and most efficient) way I knew how.
I began to draw up “energy,” clenching my fists and straining my mind to create a significant enough explosion to take out the planet. My body started glowing a bright yellow as I was still standing on the boardwalk on the beach. I visualized what my area looked like from afar and my perspective split in half. I was consciously in two places at once: seeing my hands in front of me and the area around me light up, in first person, and seeing a ball of light grow (me), near the beach below, in third person. Using the second perspective, I caused the glow around my body to intensify, really pushing with my mind so that I could really feel the energy I was putting out, putting everything I had into making sure this was going to be a big one. What started as the glow around my own body was now a Huge dome of light that spread out across the beach covering, easily, a good half a mile, in radius, that I could see from the far away perspective. Still I wasn’t sure about the size of the blast I would make so, to make the feeling more intense, I began to spin my body within the center of the growing light, whirling around like a turbine. From afar, I could see streaks of lightning beginning to crack from out of the light dome I had created, as the light grew brighter.
I was out of ideas on how to build this thing up any further than I already had, feeling the insane sensation of charging myself up this much, while experiencing the vertigo of having one half of my consciousness spinning at God knows how many RPM, so I decided to just let it go. Inside the dome, I threw my arms out to the sides and yelled at the top of my lungs, detonating the entire two cubic-miles or so of gathered energy, at once. Both of my simultaneous perspectives flashed completely white, before fading away into blackness. I don’t even remember if I heard the bang. Consciously, I hung there in the darkness for a few seconds, making sure that this was The End, and that I had taken out the whole planet.
Nothing else came back into my view before I ended up waking up.

[Edit: Just remembered a small detail. While walking back to the carnival, lucid, I was watching the waves roll up on shore and noticed that one of them was tinted with all the colors of a rainbow, each color taking up its own section of the striped wave. I pointed it out to one of the DC's and we just stared at it for a moment, fascinated, and kept on walking.]

11/13/2006
"Nightmare on Church Street / First Battle with Sleep Paralysis"

Huh…how fucking typical that a monumental success with the lucid tasks would be immediately followed by probably the worst dream experience I’ve Ever had.
So, apparently, I was attending a college (that reminded me a lot of my old high school) and we were just leaving campus for the day. I’d gotten a ride home with two guys that I didn’t know (and didn’t really trust because of their “I’mma thug” personalities), and they said we had to stop in the hood they lived in to take care of something and then they’d take me on home. We drove around for a long time, through a really bad part of town (that I was completely unfamiliar with) and made a few stops. It was pretty obvious that one of these guys was pushing dope. I didn’t think all too much of it, being somewhat used to these situations, and just kinda sat back and waited for them to do their business.
We ended up stopping by some chicks’ house in the middle of the hood and the guys I was with started playing cards or dominoes or something, on a table outside in the yard. They obviously weren’t too worried about taking me back to my place any time soon. I kept myself occupied by talking to one of the girls at the house and we ended up laying on the ground and chit-chatting with each other and whatnot. Sooner or later, I’d fallen asleep with the girl draped around me. When I woke up it was around midnight. The two guys were still playing games and the girls were asleep. I told them it’s about time we left because I had to be up early and I wasn’t planning on staying out all damn night.
They got up and we left. Only thing was, we only drove about a block away, still in the middle of the hood, to where these guys lived. They get out and start to head inside. I’m like “Where the Hell are you guys going? You’re supposed to be taking me home.” They said something like “We are home. You can walk,” and they went inside and locked the door.
So there I was stuck in the middle of the damn ghetto at midnight, without even a clue as to which way home was. I just started walking.
The streets were completely empty, devoid of almost any stoplights. To make things worse, the thickest fuckin fog I’ve ever seen in my life had rolled in and brought my visibility down to about 50 yards – If That.
Long story short, I wandered around aimlessly for what seemed like hours and kept passing the same damn church. Every street I turned on, every alley I slipped through, every route that I took brought me back to the same damn road with the same damn church.
This seemed to carry on for an insanely long time. It was so bad that, once I was able to notice small patches in the fog, I saw that the sky over the hood was actually a ceiling. I was obviously trapped in some sort of puzzle and every attempt I made to get out of it warped me back to the same street. The church and some of the surrounding buildings lost all of their real-world color and took on a strange funhouse-ish purple and orange tint, tiny sections of color breaking what would, otherwise, be nothing but pitch black and fog.
I (thought I) started to get an understanding of the supernatural nature of this place so I decided to see what I could do to break the chain. Instead of walking down streets to get out, I decided to try one of the doors to the buildings lining the street. I walked over to the nearest building and pushed open the front door. I was instantly walking into someone’s bedroom, as if I’d just stepped out of their hallway, already inside their house. It was a tiny pitch black room with two beds. I could tell there were people sleeping on the bed (though it was too dark to see anything but their silhouettes) and, figuring I was still in the hood, I remained as quiet as I could to not be mistaken for a thief and, subsequently, shot. I noticed their bedroom windows were open and facing the opposite side from the street I’d come in on, so I decided to give it a try. I went over and climbed out one of their windows and ended up on the Same Goddamned Street as I came in from.
Feeling completely hopeless, I wandered around in the fog for a while longer, before finally waking up.
When I woke up, I was on my side, facing the wall. Relieved to be out of that dream, I wanted to roll over and check the clock to see what time it was. I couldn’t move. I tried harder. Nothing. I was stuck facing the wall and the only things I seemed to be able to move were my eyes.
I’ve never tangled with any other instances of sleep paralysis (assuming that’s what this was and not just a Dream of SP) except for the light, easily breakable SP that I’ve experienced when trying to WILD. This was a whole ‘nother ball game. I couldn’t move At ALL. I began to panic. So many thoughts were running through my mind. I thought of death. (Don’t ask me why.) I was asking myself “What if this is what death is like?” “What if the last thing I saw was this wall, and it’s simply etched in my dying consciousness, so my final memory, this wall, is all I will be left with to view, for all eternity? Minutes ticked by and I will still stuck, wondering if this is, in fact, what happened. (I never think this extreme in waking life. I should have known something was up.)
I was determined to prove myself wrong so began to use all my willpower to roll over. I pushed, rocked, did whatever I could to try to move and finally lurched out of my position, off of the bed, and fell onto the floor. I noticed I didn’t feel a thing, though. My body was still paralyzed. It took Every Ounce of Energy I had to move my hands. I clawed at the ground and strained to pull myself over toward the computer, having to drag my lifeless legs behind me. It felt like it took forever just to get across the room. When I looked up at the computer, from the floor, I noticed the monitor was black, which was odd because there was still just enough light in the room to see my surroundings. I figured the Power Save feature was on and I struggled to lift my semi-paralyzed arm up to the mouse. When I moved the mouse to turn the screen on, it came on as planned, but instead of my wallpaper, it was streaming with blood and chunks of human tissue, the picture waving rhythmically as if it were one of the Windows Media Player visualizations, set to Full-Screen. Fucking Horrible sight, when you’re looking for a bit of stability in a world gone mad.
I frantically drew my eyes away from the screen and slapped my hand at the floor lamp beside me to get some light.
Nothing.
I tried the other switch.
Nothing.
That’s when it finally hit me…I was still dreaming.

After that, I finally woke up, still facing the wall.

My question is: Was any of the SP I experienced real? Did I wake up in SP, struggle with it for a minute, fall back asleep and Dream of falling out of bed? Did I wake up in SP, stay awake, but have residual dream imagery of getting out of bed and crawling to the computer, though the paralysis I was feeling was the sensation of my true, waking world body, in SP? Or, did I not wake up at all, and the entire experience was a false awakening?
….damn….who the hell knows? I’d rather not have another experience like that, though.

Hey, O. That sounds like a terrible dream...almost painful to even read about. Although I haven't experienced anything quite like that...especially the SP part, it reminds me of the type of dream I have had when I have been sick with a fever....the endless monotony...and feeling trapped.

If you haven't noticed I commented on your awesome Completing the Task dream on the Lucid Experience board. Great job!

Thankya! You know I couldn't just let you show me up like that, completing both tasks in one dream, before me!
Nah seriously, great job, yourself!

And yeah, that last dream SUCKED. There isn't much worse than getting trapped in a bad dream with no way out. The mind can really be a dirty rotten bastard, when it wants to be.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Thankya! You know I couldn't just let you show me up like that, completing both tasks in one dream, before me! [/b]

Hehe...

But actually I totally surprised myself on that. I had no expectation to complete that advanced task. I figured if I could become luicd I might have a chance for the Simple task. But to get them both in one dream without even trying...that was awesome (thank you, Mind ).

But then when your mind does what it did to you last night....

I guess there has to be a balance....

Two tasks in one dream, amazing. And that task dream was quite kick ass too. Double Congrats.

That last dream of yours, the inability to escape that one area, is very much like the dreams I used to have prior to joining DV. Still get one every now and again and they are still as annoying as ever.

And with that possible sleep paralysis it's hard sometimes to separate dream and reality when trapped in that state. In my case sometimes I'd wake up, unable to move, eyes wide open yet I'd still be able to see my continuing dream. It's a tricky thing. And it was terrifying most of the time for me too. Usually thought I was on the verge of dying, stuck there wondering when it was all going to just fade to black. So damned glad I don't have to put up with SP anymore irl. I get it in dreams now, though.

Thanks, Vex.

I don't usually get too many of the common, archetypal dreams (teeth falling out, not being able to run, being stuck in the same place) but I get them every now end then (the "trying to throw a punch and feeling it being supressed" dreams are pretty common for me, though).

And yeah, it's Very hard to separate reality from a dream when you're hovering between the two states. When I first opened my eyes and couldn't move, I could swear I was awake. Even now, remembering the detail in which I saw...well...the wall (haha) and part of the ceiling, since I was able to move my eyes a little, everything felt completely real. It wasn't until I fell off the bed and started crawling to the computer that things started to feel abnormal. Between false awakenings and residual imagery, waking up can be a pretty freaky experience, sometimes.

sick dream journal man!