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[Coopdog]

Dreamed someone gave me a delicious blackberry pie. Got done eating it and realized it had small black feathers in it, and I kept coughing them up and pulling them from my teeth. Next thing I knew I was unable to move or talk right, and I realized I had been poisoned, or some sort of witchcraft had been done to me. Told my boss in the dream to please call emergency medics for me NOW, and then I woke up. 

[ElPirana]

Dreamed someone gave me a delicious blackberry pie. Got done eating it and realized it had small black feathers in it, and I kept coughing them up and pulling them from my teeth. Next thing I knew I was unable to move or talk right, and I realized I had been poisoned, or some sort of witchcraft had been done to me. Told my boss in the dream to please call emergency medics for me NOW, and then I woke up.

That would seem a little unsettling.

[Justintime]

Sitting on a couch with my psycho neighbour.
He starts being aggressive. I get up and elbow him in the head twice. He dies. I sit down and his body is in pieces as if they were parts of a doll taken apart. The body pieces are small. They're frozen.
He appears again to my right dressed in different clothing.
I say "You're a ghost aren't you"
"Yes I am" he says.
I get up and push him down onto a table. Grab him by the nose and shake his head then walk away.

[Coopdog]

Glad to not be alone in my dream madness... :) I pass on sharing a lot of dreams just because they are so very unnatural in nature for who I am. Maybe I AM and am just fooling myself. My dreams are so damn vivid and real. It is very hard to acknowledge they are NOT real. Sometimes more so than my real life. Truly makes me wonder...

[Justintime]

Heh IDK I'm still in the belief that beings out there access our memories then formulate dreams that would bring forth intense emotion they can harvest as energy. What I've noticed about myself is that I'm not afraid of anything they create. Some of the dynamics they orchestrate are really dumb.
Not to say that all dreams are orchestrated by them to obtain energy/my dreaming awareness. Some are definitely messages from say my higher self, spirit guides, soul group.

[Coopdog]

I can and very much do subscribe to similar beliefs. I have also grown to a point that I have no fear in my dreams. Since I learned to take control, and even long before I am an unstoppable force in my dreams, and it has been since I was in my late teens that I dreamed that I got defeated in some way. IF I find myself displaying fear in my dreams in any way, I consciously turn it into love, and even invoke the power of creator, although I am not really a Christian. I believe there is indeed power in that application, and have often wondered why.

 

One of my early heroic dose mushroom trips took me to upclose and personal to see Jesus dying on the cross. I was really puzzled where that came from. I tried the Christian path for a few years, mainly to give my family something positive to do as a family once or twice a week. It was certainly not that though, and like the story says, the soil of my heart must be fallow, because it did not take root and grow. 

[ElPirana]

Do you think that in dreaming, you can pick up on other people’s thoughts? Maybe this can influence your own dreams.

Lately I’ve been meditating a bit more, and when I lie down in bed, I focus my awareness as I drift off. I seem to be more aware in my dreams. Not that it’s helping to hold on to the memories of the dreams when I wake, but I do seem to realize that I was more aware even while the dream fades away. A lot of my dreams lately are pretty nonsensical. This is what makes me think that my mind is picking up on other people’s thoughts or dreams and turning it into my own. But who knows, maybe dreams are simply strange for no reason at all.

Interesting ideas about strong emotions in dreams. I don’t have fear or anxiety in my dreams anymore. I lack emotions altogether in my dreams. The dreams just play out, but there’s no emotional response to any of it.

Several years ago when I was going thru some difficulties in life, I definitely had anxiety in some dreams. I would grind my teeth, or a few times I would have a panic attack in the dream, barely able to breathe or talk. I remember those well. I had one dream where I woke up yelling, quite loudly. So strange for me.

[Skywatcher]

Do you think that in dreaming, you can pick up on other people’s thoughts? Maybe this can influence your own dreams.

A lot of my dreams lately are pretty nonsensical. This is what makes me think that my mind is picking up on other people’s thoughts or dreams and turning it into my own.

Interesting ideas about strong emotions in dreams. I don’t have fear or anxiety in my dreams anymore. I lack emotions altogether in my dreams. The dreams just play out, but there’s no emotional response to any of it.

I can 100% relate to the idea that I somehow pick up other peoples dreams at times. I actually feel like I am an observer in the dream, and not actually involved but more of a "witness", just watching it happen when this happens. It will seem completely unlike my own construct.

I can recall a few dreams where I would be watching some pretty horrible, and bloody and slaughters. A murderous man hunting down people and killing them. The whole scenario was so alien to me, it left me horrified and very disturbed for days after.

 

More often the "intercepted" dream just does not make any sense, and I am removed from the  action or interactions. I feel completely un-invested in the occurrences i am seeing.

 

I have alot of dreams myself with pretty strong emotions. Fear is pretty rare these days, but overwhelming sadness has woke me up crying. I know I do sometimes talk or even yell out while dreaming because I have woken myself up, and my partner has also told me about things I was saying.

 

I do feel a noticeable difference from when I normally just dream with my subconscious playing out symbolic expressions of my state of being. and/or things I may need to look at closer, and when I get a message from a spirit guide in a dream form......

[Coopdog]

Good input from all of you. Skye man, I love ya brother and I appreciate your starting this thread. 

 

Last night I had a series of dreams. I had a few years when I used Cocaine and even meth. NEVER liked snorting any damn thing up my nose, so those were definitely not my bag. However as I have stated previously in here, my subconscious mind must have liked them a LOT because I dream of them frequently. Last night was one of those nights. I dreamed of chasing down some coke that I never really did find, and woke up. I was like WTF are you doing to me, brain? I chastised myself, intentionally. Later in the night I dreamed that I was with one of my old friends, who is and always has been one fucked up human being. I can NOT believe someone has not killed him yet in real life. 

 

At any rate, I had a very detailed dream, that he was folding in 1/3 cut of mannitol into some nasty gray colored powder to dilute it 1/3. I had the impression that the gray powder was already garbage and he asked me if I wanted a bump of it. I was like, "Hell naw man, don't need anything that looks like that!" We proceeded to get into a fight, and he always was one psychotic mean sumbitch. He truly has the devil in him in more ways than the obvious. In real life... for sure. 

 

I got the better of him, but he filled a syringe of pure fentanyl, and was trying to stick me with it. I knocked him away, and he sprayed it all over my back. I knew what it was, and knew it would kill me no matter what I did. I broke and battered him before it did, but very soon realized it was having a powerful effect on me and would likely kill me. 

 

Despite my lucid self, I blacked out. 

 

EDIT: Skye this is absolutely one of those times you mentioned. Love ya brother...

 

When I looked back on this, looking for the lesson in this dream, I came to the realization that I judge them harshly. Very harshly. I came to the realization that we are ALL in this mess, and we are ALL fairly equal in this process. No matter what I think of myself, alcohol, kratom, all of it is right in there together, and I have NO RIGHT TO JUDGE, even if I were to go sober and straight tonight. I have NO RIGHT to say what is right for anyone. That is the lesson I took away from this one. There was more detail to the dream, but this was the high points, no pun intended... WOW.

 

I don't know what to think of this, but it seemed a lesson to myself. I have been saddened and shocked at the way drugs have taken over many people that I care about. Maybe, just maybe, I need to apply some care and understanding. To myself and those I think if in this fashion. 

 

Love you all, I struggled with posting this one. Droop der it is!

Edited by Coopdog, 05 August 2021 - 10:09 PM.

[FLASHINGROOSTER]

I am pretty sure I woke up the other night and was screaming and or yelling, while doing some useless fast karate chops... Some weird place between dream and reality

[Justintime]

A few strange ones.

I'm living in a big house. Three stories. It's old. We have the windows boarded up and extra locks on the doors.
I have a feeling someone is going to try breaking in so I go down to the front door and it bursts open.
A band of women come through attacking and what ensues is seemingly hours of combat using all sorts of weapons. Which I quite enjoyed heh. Both men and women attacking towards the end.
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I move to a new town. It has a certain feeling to it.
I see the everyday comings and goings of the people. They're usually people, all going to work or study.
Clean town, modern.
I'm outside of my house/flat which steps out onto some cafe front.
Some men in business suits are sitting around a table. A scruffy unkempt guy is leaning against a wall. He asks me "Do you believe in redemption?"
I begin to say something about contrition and balancing karma. The table erupts into laughter.
I spend a while skating on my feet around the place and through the mobs of people walking about.
I find a shop in a lane at night.
The woman tells me it's a free store. I just have to donate something to be able to take whatever I want.
I look into a shop window next door and there is some cool gourd art like I used to make. Rainsticks and carved pieces. Rich browns, carved and burnt and stained.
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I was kept awake the other night by random words pouring from my mouth. Apparently I do it in my sleep and people tell me I sound like I'm conversing with someone. I'm pretty sure I'm not because these words meant absolutely nothing. I think it just means I'm happy and excited about things.

[ElPirana]

Lately I’ve been telling myself to remember my dreams, but it hasn’t happened. I can remember having been in the dreams, even recalling that I think to myself that it would be good to remember as I’m waking up, but the dreams keep slipping away.

A couple days ago I had three dreams and two of them seemed long, detailed and very interesting....but of course I couldn’t remember them at all. Instead I remember the third dream: my friend from work pointed out to me a couple guinea pigs on the floor. They were white or gray, very fluffy and stayed right at my side while I was walking. I bent down and was petting them and they loved it.
So that’s it, a short dream about petting some guinea pigs lol. I mean it was nice and all, but not much substance.

So last night was entirely different...

The dream was like something straight out of a horror movie. First there was this preview of what was going to happen, there was a girl (who was actually an evil ghost) who had attacked someone else like a day before. Couldn’t figure out what happened, but the girl looked like the evil character in the movie The Ring, long unwashed hair, dirty white dress, except in my dream you can see her face.

Next I was walking with a friend (another girl) through a yard heading towards the street. Coming back at us was the still-human ghost/girl, pushing a lawn mower. We walked past her on our way to our vehicle. She stopped mowing and walked onto the porch of her house to go inside, I could hear that girl’s dad yelling angrily at her from inside.

So my friend and I hopped into the vehicle. It was a small old pickup, like a mid-80’s Nissan/Datsun, it was in poor condition. I was in the passenger seat, talking to my friend who was driving. She was telling me about how we’re going to need to be careful.

Then straight ahead, at the end of the street where there was a T intersection, we saw cars driving and then one just came to a stop and started driving backwards, like trying to get away from something. Then we saw the ghost, it was the girl from before but in ghost form. She was pushing something, maybe like an old baby carriage. She came around the corner, looking straight at us, and started walking up the street towards us. My friend was freaking out, telling me to roll up the window. The ghost was right in front of us, then was in the bed of the truck, looking in from the back as I was trying to slide the back windows closed. My mind started flashing through all the horrible things that could happen. I could definitely feel a lot of fear.

Then I woke up from my alarm clock.

[FLASHINGROOSTER]

Sucess! I was finally able to bust out of that damn reoccurring dream. I can remember the end part where my mind figured out that things did not add up and it had to be a dream. I remember looking at someone and saying it out loud that it was all a dream and to prove it I would start flying. The feeling of floating off the ground with this yellow aura around me was pretty intense, it might be the first time I have ever been able to control my dreams from within. Can't recall if anything happened after that or if I woke up.

[Justintime]

I'm walking down some suburban alleyway carrying something in my arms. Old tin walls. Corrugated iron where I am.
There's an empty alotment with no walls/fencing.
I decide to pass through there. The ground is downhill and made of white and brown clay. It is eroded everywhere and full of fissures.
I have to leap across places and it eventually levels out.
I find an area someone has set up as a little fairy village with red amanita painted on a wall and tiny houses.
I get down past the empty block and meet a couple painting on a table. They're friendly and ask me if I can bounce.
He bounces and then I do.
I bounce up into the sky as high as a tall building, landing back near them.
He asks me if I know this song he plays on some small music player.
I know that song. It's one of my favourite songs, lyrics are from an old Irish saying "May the road rise up to meet you. We smile and I leave.
I've been speaking to my spirit clan lately. They aren't my guides.
But they watch over my progress here. They are apt to sending messages through music because they can't interfere really. But because they know I know so much music there have been crucial times when lyrics from a song have tumbled into my mind that made me stop in my tracks literally saving my life.
I've thought of them fondly before and recieved a warm rush of energy like an energetic hug. They are two women and a man.
Loved the message. Happy thoughts.

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Edited by Justintime, 16 August 2021 - 09:57 PM.

[Justintime]

Quiet right now. Too much SHTF. Understandable.

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Here's one f*cked up dream construct.

I'm traveling with some youth in an old train with open side like rolling doors. Very rustic. We have some organiser in a carriage further down.
I'm smoking some Baja Sage (had some before going to sleep).
Other youth are smoking joints of weed and coke.

They offer me a time. I have a toke. The butt is glowing like coals but doesn't burn.
The train stops and the organiser of the trip comes down the line. Sees the dried leaves of Baja Sage in my hand (lepichinia hastata). Asks if it's weed. Novi say, its Baja Sage. He takes some leaves and walks back to his carriage, I see him do a happy dance to himself.
Trains begins rolling again. It's nightime.

We pass through an African villiage and now I'm sitting in a white van on one of the open train carriages at the front of the train.

People are climbing onto the train as it moves.

They're trying to get into the van.
Someone begins prising open the window of the van next to my passenger seat.
I slide the window shut and the person falls off the train and goes under the wheels. I see their decapitated head picked up and held up by the hair.
People are running and shouting after the train, angry.
We pass through more village towns and the people have heard about what has happened and come at the train for revenge but pass through.

We're getting close to a city now and African soldiers are chasing the train alongside on motorbikes. They're wearing red berets and Green Camo suits.

I think they've gotten on the train and I'll have to explain that it wasn't my fault the person died only that I shut the window and they lost grip.
I'm sitting in the drivers carriage talking to three men. They're bare foot and in shorts and t shirts. This is so damn weird and I don't watch horror movies btw.

I notice that there's a line of exposed flesh around their necks. I can see another pair of lips behind their mouths.
I ask them why they're wearing the skinned heads of people.
They take off the human face/head masks and they are bizarre creatures.
Human form and face but another human face on top of their heads.

I'm a little trapped in a desire to settle this dead person thing with them so I don't leave.
One puts his face close to mine and kisses me on the cheek. I'm expected to be fearful, grossed out, repulsed. I don't let it bother me.
They say the mother and family of the decapitated person are waiting to talk to me in the city we are about to arrive in.
I get off the train and the woman is sitting against the wall of a building selling plants.
I'm ready to speak with her but her family is still gathering.

I'm waiting nearby but they have entered a building.
I go inside and its an arcade mini mall. People coming and going about their business.
She is calling my name as I look for her.
I can't find her as I keep looking and hearing her call.
I go upstairs and find a lounging room.
There are maybe ten mexican Indian men sitting around.
I say "Pah! You're all a bunch of tricksters!"
They start laughing and one of them says laughing "You can't fool this one for long"

"That's it, I'm out of here, how do I get out?"
Wanting to leave the building but can't see an exit. Fuck it I'll just fall through the dream. I stop believing in its solidity and fall through the floor watching the scene fall up from me. Falling through dark blue and back into my body and awake in bed.
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Strange construct to bring on certain emotional energy charge. Guilt, fear, repulsion.
I've always thought I'd never feel safe if I travelled in Africa so that was some deep seated part of me they sprung on me for a story line. I liked the end.
I was talking with someone about the "Art of dreaming" by Carlos Casteneda today. Probably why his crew showed at the end.

[Justintime]

The three people with two faces in the dream above and one who kissed my cheek reminds me of Judas and two faced people.
I had three people in my life recently that seemed to be friends then turned on me, the third person left a message on my phone that he was wondering where I was and hadn't seen me. He's already proved himself not to be a true friend so that was the kiss on the cheek.

[ElPirana]

Dreaming that I’m at work. There is some idea going around about a nefarious group causing harm. A couple women at work are going on about worrying that they’ll be secretly given LSD. I try to reassure them that that’s not going to happen. But I can’t seem to give them any consolation.

[Justintime]

Messed up dreams lately.

I'm being transported across ocean by machines. It's all on automation.
I travel on inflated rafts. Big ones. It's like they're on a track of sorts.
They arrive at checkpoints and a huge machine arm grabs me by inflating a grapple around me and throws me into a new raft and it takes off again.
I arrive at some work distinction and its time to eat. We go into a stainless steel kitchen/ mess area. Roasted sheep or small cows in big baking dishes
We have to carve the meat off ourselves and put it on our plates.
The meat is covered in hard fat.
I'm carving pieces of cooked meat off a face.
As I do a deep Dracula like voice keeps saying "It casteth away the eyes from thee, it casteth away the eyes"

I'm going to have to stop writing these down if they keep up. Bloody creepy.

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I'm in an outdoor beer garden and meet a woman I'm attracted to. She wants to meet up.
I seem to spend ages trying to write my phone number for her but everytime I try it won't come out right. Frustrating.

[Coopdog]

Been having some absolutely messed up dreams lately myself. I had one I won't go into much about demonic kids, that were trying to bite me, literally tearing pieces off of me. They were like 4-7 years old, and I did not want to hurt them. After losing a few pieces though, I had enough of that and started smashing them. Then some woman offered sex and she was a demon too. Truly messed up dream with much more to it. 

 

Last night the theme seemed to be about being upset at something, so I guess life is getting to me. I did see some amazing mountain scenery in my dream last night but it was bitter cold and very dangerous there. I wrapped myself in a huge bear skin and went out into the screeching wind with poor footing to take pictures of the mountains. A lady came out behind me and told me we were sent there? 

 

Not been posting much just because my dreams have been ugly ones a lot of the time. 

[Skywatcher]

Last night I had multiple dreams about hospitals, emergency rooms, and screwed up health scenarios.

The one I can recall most was I was running on a track course. It seemed more like practice and not a race because there was nobody else racing. I was about halfway around when I looked at my knee and saw it looking like a dried up biscuit.

I stopped running to look closer, and touch it, and a large piece where the kneecap would be, just crumbled and fell off. As I was thinking,"what the f#*k, the whole knee started to fall apart like a crumbling shell of skin, and a big hole was opened up.

I was going to get help and had to run instead of walk, and I could see myself from the side. My leg had holes spreading from the knee up and down, but the whole leg was hollow with just a few rod like bones and a couple ligaments like cords.

 

I remember feeling a mix of shock and fear.

 

The dream jumped into an urgent care room, but nothing more happened and I went deeper asleep into a dreamless state without waking up.

 

My knee actually has been more problematic as of late, and I really have been overwhelmed with doctors appointments and tests, but for my partner, not myself.