I'm new to this forum-thing, but I just remembered a dream I had last night. I always like to share my vivid dreams because they're really nuts. And I'm sure I'm not the only one with nuts-o dreams.
This one may scare some, but it really happened in my head. I'm amazed every morning at what my little brain can come up with when I let it be free.
So, last night, my dream took place in a big house. My roommate was cooking baby cats and dogs on a hot plate, and serving them just like that. I ate a whole puppy. It was really fucked up. Then I started to feel like I would throw up. Then I had to shower to get ready for work on Valentine's Day (I serve tables at the best Italian restaurant in my little town), and there were already hundreds lined up to come in and I had not yet showered.
Okay, there's my fucked up dream from last night. I'm sure I will have more tales to tell soon. Maybe I'll take some melatonin tonight to make things really interesting.
Did you put any tabasco on it or anything?
nope, no seasoning required for hot-plate cooked cats and dogs, apparently.
That is intense man. do you dream like that often? Did the cats and dogs taste good? Did you wait tables dirty from cat and dog juice? So many questions....
Hey, I was just going to start a dream thread. You read my mind :)
I had a really fucked up dream last night. It kind of involved MMJ and them renting my attic (which I don't have) for rehersing. The sick part involved Carl......yeah, I'd rather not take about it. My dreams are always have ridiculously weird scenarios and randomness all over the place.
QuoteHey, I was just going to start a dream thread. You read my mind :)
I had a really fucked up dream last night. It kind of involved MMJ and them renting my attic (which I don't have) for rehersing. The sick part involved Carl......yeah, I'd rather not take about it. My dreams are always have ridiculously weird scenarios and randomness all over the place.
Dont worry, Ive heard lots of people have foot fetishes
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Haha Tracy...I came here to post this:
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hahaha, and I to post this:
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I dream everynight these days.. And i love it! It's like a second life that I completely control.. Well some of the time.. I have Lucid Dreams about once a week i'd say and most of the others being extremely vivid. Last night was a series of dreams but I had terrible recall today.. Blasted memory! I know Jim was in it along with Tommy.. But that was only part.. The other was cruising the autobahn in my buddy's Saleen.. I'm never short of amazed at how well my mind can make things up. I have an entire city in my dreams that I have never visited.. Well enough of this mumbo jumbo I have some dreaming to do... :o
Thats my biggest problem with dreams, I can only remember them for like 5 minutes after I wake up.
Multiple times Ive woken up too and been like "wow, that would be a great movie screenplay"....but then I go get some OJ, maybe make some scrambies, and then I cant remember 98% of it and my future Oscar for best screenplay is fuct.
I'm doing dream work now and I sleep with my journal next to my bed and I write down everything as soon as I wake up; before my feet the ground I am writing away.
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QuoteQuoteHey, I was just going to start a dream thread. You read my mind :)
I had a really fucked up dream last night. It kind of involved MMJ and them renting my attic (which I don't have) for rehersing. The sick part involved Carl......yeah, I'd rather not take about it. My dreams are always have ridiculously weird scenarios and randomness all over the place.
Dont worry, Ive heard lots of people have foot fetishes
Oh dollin', this was no foot fetish dream. This was sick shit we're talkin' here. Lit-er-uh-lee I woke up and was like, WTF--facial expression and everything. I'd rather not say a thing. ANYWAY, I had a lucid dream last week. It was pretty cool.......it involved Jim :)
QuoteQuoteQuoteHey, I was just going to start a dream thread. You read my mind :)
I had a really fucked up dream last night. It kind of involved MMJ and them renting my attic (which I don't have) for rehersing. The sick part involved Carl......yeah, I'd rather not take about it. My dreams are always have ridiculously weird scenarios and randomness all over the place.
Dont worry, Ive heard lots of people have foot fetishes
Oh dollin', this was no foot fetish dream. This was sick shit we're talkin' here. Lit-er-uh-lee I woke up and was like, WTF--facial expression and everything. I'd rather not say a thing. ANYWAY, I had a lucid dream last week. It was pretty cool.......it involved Jim :)
your making my semi-witty comebacks way too easy so ill just keep my mouth shut
City of Dreams--
yeah i have an entire city my mind has come up with while dreaming. most of them are connected in some way, and most of them are very vivid and memorable for me, and even exhausting.
goose: the cats and dogs in my dream did taste good, until i actually looked at what i was eating. then i felt sick. and yes, i do dream like this a lot. there's always food (although not always this disturbing, but there was another recent disturbing-food-dream involving food that possessed the whole town with evil), and a lot of my dreams do involve work.
Last week, i had a dream where i died in an atomic bomb explosion, and i suddenly felt stuck in a moment that was completely empty and hearing my friend tell me everything would be okay, everything would repeat. That was pretty weird to wake up from.
I had a weird, complicated one last night. I can't remember what happened, but it involved a combination pit bull/cow, with a cow body and a pit bull face.
I have strange coincidence dreams. I'll dream of a plane crash and see it on the news the next day or I'll dream about a person I haven't seen in years and bump into them the next day. I once had a dream that my friends cat was being attacked by another cat only to go to her house the next day and find two cats in the yard harassing her cat.
I have never dream't of lottery numbers, horse races or anything like that though. Shame.
QuoteThats my biggest problem with dreams, I can only remember them for like 5 minutes after I wake up.
Multiple times Ive woken up too and been like "wow, that would be a great movie screenplay"....but then I go get some OJ, maybe make some scrambies, and then I cant remember 98% of it and my future Oscar for best screenplay is fuct.
Start what we call a Dream Journal.. Just jot down what you can remember before thinking of anything else when you awake.. Pretty soon you'll see patterns within them.. Make sure to include any and every detail you can remember..Time/Weather/People/Clothing/Etc. After noticing patterns you may be able to lucid dream.. Which is incredible.. I enjoy flying around and driving really fast cars.
QuoteQuoteThats my biggest problem with dreams, I can only remember them for like 5 minutes after I wake up.
Multiple times Ive woken up too and been like "wow, that would be a great movie screenplay"....but then I go get some OJ, maybe make some scrambies, and then I cant remember 98% of it and my future Oscar for best screenplay is fuct.
Start what we call a Dream Journal.. Just jot down what you can remember before thinking of anything else when you awake.. Pretty soon you'll see patterns within them.. Make sure to include any and every detail you can remember..Time/Weather/People/Clothing/Etc. After noticing patterns you may be able to lucid dream.. Which is incredible.. I enjoy flying around and driving really fast cars.
Sounds like fun
Yeah, when I was regularly keeping a dream journal I was having very vivid dreams every night. Never quite got to the lucid dream, though. I think I need to give it another shot.
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yeah, give it another shot---the dream journal, i mean.
i'm still trying to get to a more lucid state in my dreams. Rarely it happens, where i can say, "HEY, this is just a fucking dream, GO NUTS, HAVE FUN!!" But it's hard to hold onto that control. It is amazing though when you have a dream where you go stand in front of the ocean as the tides coming in in crashing waves over you and you can feel them crashing down, and then one of the waves just stands still in front of you and you have a moment to breathe and relax and see the beauty of such an intense, sublime, REAL moment.
Usually, my dreams seem like a greater reality in my life than my waking life. It's easy to get stuck in that world, but I guess I suffer most in trying not to get stuck there, but just to accept....bending with the wind until i can become one with it.
ya know?
Damn, just dreamt I sat down with Jimmy Page and he took me through a few demos from LZ IV.
Dammit I wish I could record the music I hear in dreams.
QuoteDamn, just dreamt I sat down with Jimmy Page and he took me through a few demos from LZ IV.
Dammit I wish I could record the music I hear in dreams.
I hate when you write an awesome song in your dream and can't remember it when you wake up.
Had an in. sane. dream about Nick Drake last night.
Don't have the time to write it down now, but I wanted to bump the thread so it'd be easy to find when I get back from work. We're talking all sorts of weird here.
Can't wait to here about your dream, Tom.
I was shocked to find this thread with a new post after logging in for the first time in two weeks. Very Nice!
Okay, so I'll guess I'll preface last night's dream by letting you guys in on the Nick Drake fixation I've developed this week. Realized Monday that a new guitar means I can actually play higher up on the neck on my acoustic, which means I've got absolutely nothing stopping me from learning some Nick Drake tunes. The song "Pink Moon" has quickly turned into album of the same name, and I've got close to 8 or 9 Drake tunes at my disposal now. My goal is the entirety of Pink Moon and putting together a tribute show or maybe even some sort of benefit thing with local artists covering Drake tunes to raise money for depression or suicide awareness at this local place called Nuçi's Space that has practice rooms and a performance area and free counseling services. Anywho, this Drake obsession finally played itself out last night in a dream.
I don't know where I was coming from, and place tends to bear little importance in my dreams, as far as interconnectedness to actual locations goes, but I was nearing my destination (which I'm almost certain was my current "home") and notice a man standing slightly across the street. I would have lived in one of these little houses (perhaps apartments? flats?) that stood directly adjacent to a river, separated from it by this road, which is really more of a parking area than a busy road.
Anyhow, I see this man standing there and I don't even recall any hesitation as I recognized him as a 60 year old Nick Drake. I wasn't dumbfounded at the thought that he hadn't died, but more at the fact that he was there, almost as if he was waiting for me. He confirmed that I was right and that he was, indeed, Nick Drake, and he showed me to where he lived.
On the walk there, I remember feeling overwhelmed with emotion. I'd just spent this week delving into Pink Moon again, after so many years of listening to the album and trying to understand the man behind it. This week I listened and had been moved by something so small as a near stumble across the notes toward the end of a verse in "Road" and recognized, in that moment, how frail the musician had become, picking this misstep up to carry it into the next line unquestioned and unapologetically. But to the ear listening to try and understand how to wrap my head around his playing, I recognized that what was held in that one small moment was something completely irreplicable. And in that connection, I had somehow grown a bond with this artist. For him to come to me was overwhelming on several different levels, as if he understood what I was beginning to find of him, and chose to share it with me personally, that I might finally get to glimpse the man so few know much about.
On the walk to his home, I noticed that his left hand was withered, and not only slightly. The entire hand from about the wrist on down had a grey-ish green tint to it, as if the hand itself were on the verge of death. I silently understood why we'd heard no music from him in the past 34 years, and how death sounds so much better than losing a hand in such a way. This wasn't discussed between us at all, though, and here's where the story gets odd.
He leads me into his home, which is a nice humble-looking little place, built in a very similar manner to what I would have expected the inside of the previously mentioned "home" to look like. We walk in through the kitchen and upstairs to a sort of landing/living room area, where I'm either hearing music or a television set (I believe it's a television set, but I'm a little foggy). Strangely enough, Nick Drake is also seated at the top of this landing, holding his guitar, again as if waiting for me. I'm now in the room with two of him. Again, strangely, I don't remember this puzzling me. It simply was, and this was how he was choosing to reveal himself to me.
This second Drake's hand was in the same condition as the first, but he was holding the guitar and I found no reason to feel guilty for asking him if I might hear him play, acknowledging the hand, finally. He obliged and, through some effort, began to play. His deformity had changed his style, though. His fingers were close to wooden, and he hurt visibly as he played, but it was still beautiful. It came out in a style far less chordal than his work on Pink Moon, more slowly melodically based.
As the Drake with the guitar was playing for us, I sat next to the other Drake on the couch as he opened a book of scraps to show me the news of his life. In truth, there shouldn't have been very much to it, but in the dream, there was quite a bit. I looked up to realize, as the first Drake held up an original vinyl of Bryter Layter, that our companion in this living room was the exact same Drake, holding the exact same Fylde acoustic as on the cover of the album, merely some thirty years advanced in age. (I might add that he, in fact, did not play a Fylde guitar, and this was my memory playing connect-the-dots with a book I'm reading about the guitar building process, but that's not exactly important. In the case of the dream, the Fylde he was playing was truth, and there was a connection made in that.)
As I listened to Drake's playing, I noticed my companion Drake stand up next to me and leave the couch. It should be mentioned that some time has passed, but I can't recall exactly how much, except that it was late afternoon before and it has become decidedly dark. I didn't pay much attention to where my friend had gone to until the entire room began to turn inside out and I realized that the black and white tv in the center of the room had begun blaring and turning haywire. All of our power had gone out and the borders that were the walls began to fluctuate strongly. The remaining Drake and I jumped to our feet to examine the tv, which was our only light source and obviously the most important aspect of our situation, and from inside it we spied our previous companion. He was walking or perhaps peering out from around the corners of static, having moved from our world into that of the television set.
There was definitely a sense of haunting surrounding the experience, in that there was a certain rush of intense emotion and fear while this was going on, but it settled back down and evened out, and my new companion and I both looked at each other as if to suggest we had no idea what had not happened. He didn't appear to be too worried about the new whereabouts of his other half, however, and so I felt no need to extend the worry either.
The hours grew later and I suppose I must have been invited to stay the evening, because at some point, I was definitely still inside the house and awake while Nick slept. It was during this time that, inside the scrapbook he had previously shown me, I understood how I had been able to meet Drake. A small news clipping pointed to his marriage at age 26 to a wife, also aged 26, and made light of his daughter's leaving home this same year at age 19. It suddenly became quite obvious to me what had happened: he had decided to remove himself from the limelight completely, and his death had allowed him to have exactly that removal. At the time, the ages seemed to make decent sense, but his daughter should have either been much older, or must have been born of a different wife. Regardless, perhaps it was his strange physical condition and the possible haunting of his being that drove her away.
After this, nothing of much importance happened. I realized that I wanted to leave, but had to wait until morning, when I met Nick again downstairs, and then the dream began to shift into a weird side reality that had nothing to do with the previous dream, and which I promptly forgot most of in struggling to remember this much upon waking.
I don't know entirely what to do with the dream, though I do feel somewhat honored by it, that I was able to have a glimpse of the man in a world that has absolutely no recorded footage of his playing. Even if the playing I saw was performed with a crippled fretting hand, it holds importance in that I was able to see his hands move, to understand the manner of grace with which he approached his fretboard, to glimpse inside the life of the musician, and for him to acknowledge me in my appreciation of his work.
Certainly epic, at least to me. It intrigues me that I'm having dreams where these artists are sitting down with me to share vulnerable aspects of their creativity with me. I'm not sure I know if that means anything, or if I should think it means anything, but it's certainly an inspiration of sorts, to think maybe I'd have some homage to pay to them that might possibly make them proud.
End of the longest post I've made in my entire history on the board....now.
I was going to read that but I cant read a bible right now.
Saved for later.
Wow Tom, that's an amazing story. I can't write too much now because I am floating more and more into dream land as the night gets darker, but I just want to say briefly that I have felt similar encounters and presences with great beings in my own dreams. Maybe not always so detailed and revealing as yours, but the point is that these occurrences in dreams are often more real than what we experience when awake. Not only do they feel real, but since someone has experienced, it IS real.
I was listening to Dondante earlier today, thinking about dreams I've had of dead loved ones. One dream involved a friend who had committed suicide, the same friend who first introduced me to MMJ. My roommate, who was even closer with this friend, has felt his presence in the owls that live in our neighborhood. They visited her in our backyard on his birthday and the anniversary of his death this year. Just sat there, and looked at her, and hooted.
There's so much that humans naturally block out of their daily perceptions, but these unseen/unheard/unfelt things truly exist, and I believe that they become clearer in our dream worlds.
Whoosh, I could talk for a long time about all of this. In the meantime, I will continue to think about this subject and this dream you had, and I'm sure I will be posting here again very soon.
QuoteWow Tom, that's an amazing story. I can't write too much now because I am floating more and more into dream land as the night gets darker, but I just want to say briefly that I have felt similar encounters and presences with great beings in my own dreams. Maybe not always so detailed and revealing as yours, but the point is that these occurrences in dreams are often more real than what we experience when awake. Not only do they feel real, but since someone has experienced, it IS real.
I was listening to Dondante earlier today, thinking about dreams I've had of dead loved ones. One dream involved a friend who had committed suicide, the same friend who first introduced me to MMJ. My roommate, who was even closer with this friend, has felt his presence in the owls that live in our neighborhood. They visited her in our backyard on his birthday and the anniversary of his death this year. Just sat there, and looked at her, and hooted.
There's so much that humans naturally block out of their daily perceptions, but these unseen/unheard/unfelt things truly exist, and I believe that they become clearer in our dream worlds.
Whoosh, I could talk for a long time about all of this. In the meantime, I will continue to think about this subject and this dream you had, and I'm sure I will be posting here again very soon.
Meggha, I'd love to hear about your perceptions of connections with people beyond this life, either on here or in a PM if it's something that'd be more well-suited to that, but I'm definitely curious to know more about what you think about those connections. I don't quite know if there's anything specifically to draw out of that, but I am a bit curious about what you've experienced and wonder if I might be able to draw some connections...
QuoteQuoteDammit I wish I could record the music I hear in dreams.
I hate when you write an awesome song in your dream and can't remember it when you wake up.
I hate that. I write entire orchestrations...finished product in my dreams. Sometimes I can even hear it playing as I revert from REM back to awake reality. But I can never capture it...never. :(
So yeah, I thought we had a dream thread here. I just had a really vivid "ghost" dream. I was falling asleep on the couch, probably only asleep 15 minutes, when I started dreaming. In the dream, I woke up to try to turn the TV off to go to bed. I made it about halfway to the TV, then suddenly couldn't move, and had an out of body experience. I was watching myself, literally frozen, and unable to turn off the TV. Then I started getting the feeling of losing balance and falling, and suddenly I was on the couch again, but being pushed down forcefully into the couch. I tried to resist and push back up, but couldn't move. I then heard a loud, growling sound, like a demon anouncing its presence. This continued for what seemed like about 10 seconds, and then I forced myself awake, scared shitless. I got up, a little dizzy, made sure all the doors were locked, turned off the TV, and went to my room. Being very paranoid at this point, I did a sign of the cross over my doorway and started praying and commanding any "demons" to leave. As I was doing this, my leg started shaking and I was getting constant "nerve" sensations throughout my body and shooting up to my head. It was crazy. I'm sure these were all just nervous, scared sensations, but damn.
I have these "ghost" dreams a few times a year. They're always violent, with the ghost holding me down or throwing me around the room. Crazy. I'm not crazy or anything and I'm not even 100% sure I believe in ghosts or spirits (although I do lean in that direction). Thanks for letting me vent.
That being said, I am very interested in dreams: mostly their meaning and one's ability to control them. I've heard that if you easily recall your dreams, you have a fairly good chance at learning to control them. I have controlled mine at least a few times (quite powerfully; I actually thought I had met God, or at least a higher power, in one of them), and I had a desire to learn to do that awhile back. Maybe I'll start exploring that again. Hopefully I can sleep now! I'd fall asleep to Acoustic Chorale but my computer is such a POS it won't even play it right. Tom Waits' The Heart of Saturday Night or Elliott Smith's New Moon will have to do.
Reading that at a reasonable hour of the day, not paranoid or on Nyquil, makes me sound completely off my rocker ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D I blame the Quil
QuoteReading that at a reasonable hour of the day, not paranoid or on Nyquil, makes me sound completely off my rocker ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D I blame the Quil
You're not supposed to drink the whole bottle ;)
QuoteQuoteReading that at a reasonable hour of the day, not paranoid or on Nyquil, makes me sound completely off my rocker ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D I blame the Quil
You're not supposed to drink the whole bottle ;)
Really? Shit I should really start reading directions. I think it was just a weird combo of things. My buddy had some leftover hydrocodone, just took one of those, then, ahem, relaxed, cough cough, ahem, then took some nyquil before bed...must have been the combo that did it
Is anyone here into dreams though? Anyone remember them vividly/able to control them/want to control them? I've gone back and forth with myself for quite awhile debating on the worth of the whole exercise
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Here we gooooooo!
Well crap, I had a weird one just last night already... somehow made my way to the top of a super snowy hilltop (I wouldn't say mountain, but very high hill, like one you might ski.) Can't recall how I got there, but was with a handful of girlfriends at the top. And the TOP was an entirely too-narrow surface, where if you leaned too far to one side, you'd fall right over the edge. ) We were all stretched out on our stomachs so not to fall over either side... when all of a sudden the very area in front of us lit up like a fire, and it was the sun either rising or just coming out from behind thick clouds... but one friend got her camera out and started to get some pictures. So I (nervously) moved an arm to dig in a pocket where I had my camera, and I too started taking some pictures. I remember being so bundled up that any movement was kind of difficult, especially trying to "hold on" so I didn't slip backward or forward...
The pictures I started to take were unnatural. I zoomed in really far while focusing on the sun, and in the dream I questioned how safe that was! But through my lens, I saw the sun as a fiery orange sphere, with solar flames surrounding it, and a white-hot light around it.... I actually found a picture online almost identical to what I "took":
(http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i26/china_cat3/small_sun-1.gif)
......then my camera slipped down the steeper side in front of us.... and I remember watching where it fell in reference to where we were... there were 5-6 houses in a line directly in front of us, and a cluster of trees between us and the houses... so I was reasoning that when we got down, I would attempt to align myself with those houses and trees in order to try and find the camera...
When all of a sudden one of the girls starts falling down the damn hill chasing after the camera! I just remember yelling "no! no! no!!!!" But she was ok when she finally stopped, and she got up and tried to come back up the hill.... it was way too steep, and the dream transitioned there, no idea what happened after all that........ so weird ???
I had the greatest dream ever last night! I was hangin out with Penny and Brooke (I don't recall where...) But we had a blast! It seemed so real, and we all just cracked up the whole time hahahah I hope to see you girls soon, that made me miss ya!!
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I had the greatest dream ever last night! I was hangin out with Penny and Brooke (I don't recall where...) But we had a blast! It seemed so real, and we all just cracked up the whole time hahahah I hope to see you girls soon, that made me miss ya!!
that's crazy because bluesky, Brooke, and i are hanging out tonight...!
(also, i just got my tix, i'll be in asheville 6/24 and 6/25)
Quote from: Penny Lane on Mar 11, 2011, 12:00 PM
Quote from: woodnymph on Mar 11, 2011, 11:06 AM
I had the greatest dream ever last night! I was hangin out with Penny and Brooke (I don't recall where...) But we had a blast! It seemed so real, and we all just cracked up the whole time hahahah I hope to see you girls soon, that made me miss ya!!
that's crazy because bluesky, Brooke, and i are hanging out tonight...!
(also, i just got my tix, i'll be in asheville 6/24 and 6/25)
So, in her dream, Woody became bluesky!
If A=B and B=C, then Jenn=Val!
;D ;D ;D
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Quote from: Penny Lane on Mar 11, 2011, 12:00 PM
Quote from: woodnymph on Mar 11, 2011, 11:06 AM
I had the greatest dream ever last night! I was hangin out with Penny and Brooke (I don't recall where...) But we had a blast! It seemed so real, and we all just cracked up the whole time hahahah I hope to see you girls soon, that made me miss ya!!
that's crazy because bluesky, Brooke, and i are hanging out tonight...!
(also, i just got my tix, i'll be in asheville 6/24 and 6/25)
So, in her dream, Woody became bluesky!
If A=B and B=C, then Jenn=Val!
Quote from: bluesky on Mar 11, 2011, 12:47 PM
;D ;D ;D
Quote from: johnnYYac on Mar 11, 2011, 12:08 PM
Quote from: Penny Lane on Mar 11, 2011, 12:00 PM
Quote from: woodnymph on Mar 11, 2011, 11:06 AM
I had the greatest dream ever last night! I was hangin out with Penny and Brooke (I don't recall where...) But we had a blast! It seemed so real, and we all just cracked up the whole time hahahah I hope to see you girls soon, that made me miss ya!!
that's crazy because bluesky, Brooke, and i are hanging out tonight...!
(also, i just got my tix, i'll be in asheville 6/24 and 6/25)
So, in her dream, Woody became bluesky!
If A=B and B=C, then Jenn=Val!
Heheheheh I sure wish!! Well, I actually just wish Val was in the dream too! Hell I'm gonna try for a T5 REUNION when I go to sleep tonight!!!!! ;D
P.S. you girls have FUN!!!!
Quote from: woodnymph on Mar 11, 2011, 11:06 AM
I had the greatest dream ever last night! I was hangin out with Penny and Brooke (I don't recall where...) But we had a blast! It seemed so real, and we all just cracked up the whole time hahahah I hope to see you girls soon, that made me miss ya!!
:thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
when i was a kid i had a recurring nightmare for, i think, about 2 weeks straight. it was the same exact thing every single night:
i was playing by myself in the yard (which was pretty odd bc i was always tagging along w/ my older sisters) when all of a sudden, i saw fireballs in the sky and watched as they hit/exploded on my neighbor's house (their house & yard - everything looked exactly the same as it did in real life). i was looking around trying to see where the fireballs were coming from when a giant octopus swam overhead, not close but too close for comfort (sea creatures have always just freaked me the hell out). up until that point, i hadn't even realized that i was underwater, so that was a bit disturbing (since when did we live under water & how was i breathing w/out any kind of gear? but still, i thought this was all really happening). even more disturbing tho, was the fact that the giant octopus was a fire-breathing octopus! it wrapped it's tentacles around the 2nd story of my neighbor's house, which was almost completely engulfed in flames at this point, & started spewing fire towards my house. there were flames everywhere now, even the trees & plants in the yards were burning & i also saw tons of thick black smoke billowing up from where my other neighbor's house was (on the other side of the hemlock barrier btwn the 2 yards); the direction from which the octopus had come. why was this monster was attacking my neighborhood?! i was in a sheer panic at this point, trying like hell to shout warning to my neighbors but my voice was totally muffled by the roaring fire. i realized i had to get to my family to warn them, but i just couldn't swim fast enough - the wind had kicked up something fierce (also odd, wind under water??? but still, i felt like it was actually happening) & i was really struggling against it. finally i made it into the house & ran up to my parent's room where my mom was & just started screaming that a giant octopus was attacking the neighborhood & we had to get out right away. but my mom didn't understand what i was saying & i kept repeating myself over & over but still she didn't know what i was saying & i just started sobbing.
and that's where i'd wake up. and i'd be sobbing for real.
it was absolutely terrifying.
:o :o :o :o :o
Glad that one's not recurring anymore!!!!! That's like, every fear you might've had at that age, all wrapped into one dream!!! Being by yourself, being underwater, angry & dangerous sea creature(s), housefires, not being able to reach your family, and not being understood by your family!
Man it makes you wonder..............
Quote from: woodnymph on Mar 14, 2011, 03:47 PM
:o :o :o :o :o
Glad that one's not recurring anymore!!!!! That's like, every fear you might've had at that age, all wrapped into one dream!!! Being by yourself, being underwater, angry & dangerous sea creature(s), housefires, not being able to reach your family, and not being understood by your family!
Man it makes you wonder..............
ya know, i never really thought about it that way. i usually don't remember my dreams that vividly so i never really think too much about them. it was always just "that recurring nightmare" but now you've said it - yeah - what the
hell brought on all of that?! i was a really happy kid, i swear ;D
Last night I dreamed that MMJ were playing in Dusseldorf, and kydiddle and I were making plans to go. Our planning consisted of talking about pretzels and the fact that airfare to Germany was $200.
I think it's a Roll Call stress dream :P ;D
Hahahahhah that's a great dream, Lady!!! ;D ;D
I just found a huge patch of Mugwort right outside my apartment, and I plan to make a mugwort tea tonight.... said to aid in lucid dreaming and/or dream memory..... I also picked a handful to dry and use for burning (like Sage). Apparently the Cherokee population originally around this area used mugwort a lot for smudging, etc...
"Mugwort is said to be useful in inducing lucid dreaming and astral travel. Consumption of the plant or a tincture prior to sleeping is said to increase the intensity of dreams, the level of control, and to aid in the recall of dreams upon waking."
So here we goooooo! ;)
Oh I just thought.... with celebrating Vesak today, I ought to throw in some mantra meditation to potentiate enlightening lucid dreams! This could be interesting ??? ??? I've been using mantra meditation to help me sleep pretty regularly these days, it's a big help in shutting down the monkey mind that likes to wander and keep me up......
Will report back soon!
Well nothing too noticeable with the mugwort tea... other than really vivid "pre-dreams," that woke me up maybe 3-4 times... just real strong visions that jarred me enough to wake up from. But I did get to sleep pretty quickly with the mantra-- can't say I had any lucid dreams or even much memory of whatever dreams I actually had, but then again I didn't use a whole lot of the plant... I like to increase dosages slowly with things to get a feel for them.... :bath: Maybe try again tonight!
http://www.wolfgangsvault.com/the-allman-brothers-band/video/dreams_1477409118.html (http://www.wolfgangsvault.com/the-allman-brothers-band/video/dreams_1477409118.html)
Quote from: TheBigChicken on May 03, 2011, 10:18 PM
http://www.wolfgangsvault.com/the-allman-brothers-band/video/dreams_1477409118.html (http://www.wolfgangsvault.com/the-allman-brothers-band/video/dreams_1477409118.html)
:thumbsup: :thumbsup:
Just woke up... (later than I hoped I would) but the last dream I was having when I woke up, was taking 3 of my friends to see MMJ, getting us front row..... then there was a LIVE GRIZZLY BEAR in between the front row and the stage !!! :o
Then all these people real far to the right of the stage were trying to touch it and bother it and I yelled at them and made some cheesy thing like WWJD (What Would Jim Do) and to my astonishment they all backed off!!!
Then the guys opened with On The Road Again hahaahahahhahaha and I was like "Terrific!! My Grateful Dead friends that are here are going to fall in love with them now!!!" But I woke up while they were playing that, unfortunately....... hahahahhah oh and I tried to wait in line to get in the front for the opener too, but I was late, and it didn't work. But then to my amazement THE ENTIRE CROWD cleared out after the opener, and I got right up to the stage with no problem!
And as I was walking from my car to the concert (when I was running late) I noticed that a house next door to the venue had lights on its roof that made owl-shaped patterns on the shingles!! It was so sweet!!!
What an intense dream..... glad I have time to process all of it this morning!! :D
Buddy Miles Dreams (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omNPPv6mhJY#noexternalembed) just couldn't help myself..... ::)
Man I've just got music on the brain while I sleep lately....... I guess my last exciting event of yesterday was seeing that Iron & Wine are playing in Atlanta on 11-11-11, and last night I dreamt about the I&W / YY show at Stubbs! But it was way too short, they only played 2-3 songs together (and none of them were Sam's songs! :embarassed: ) But that's two nights of music in my dreams now, I wouldn't mind if that pattern continues! One free show per night! Though I'd hope they would last a bit longer...
I too have had a ton of music related dreams lately. Most of them end up being me at MMJ shows. Two nights ago I dreamt that I was waiting in line for a show before the doors, and I was waiting with Yim, Carl, and Patrick. I wonder what show we were going to see... I like to think it was the PJ20 festival...
Quote from: e_wind on Aug 31, 2011, 10:52 AM
I too have had a ton of music related dreams lately. Most of them end up being me at MMJ shows. Two nights ago I dreamt that I was waiting in line for a show before the doors, and I was waiting with Yim, Carl, and Patrick. I wonder what show we were going to see... I like to think it was the PJ20 festival...
;D :thumbsup:
I've also dreamt that I was telling Carl over and over that my girlfriend has a cat named after him.
Which is true.
Well I had another dream about my friend who took her life a couple years ago. It seemed like a long dream, though I can't remember all of what happened... I just remember hanging out and talking in a strange way, as if I weren't sure if she were alive in the dream or not... I remember at one point she was showing me a house that she once "lived in," though it's nothing like the houses I've known her to have lived in.... but there was a time when she (literally) ran away, and was missing for a few days or so. I'm just wondering if she took me to that place in the dream....
Ah well, it was certainly interesting.....
Wow... strange looking at my last post and finding that almost exactly a year ago I dreamt about the same friend I dreamt about last night. Dreamt that I saw her and we were going back to highschool?? And I drove her to her car (we had cars then, hey yeah!) And we parted when I left her off at her car... and I gave her two hugs, a kiss on her head, and said it was good to see her again. I may have said "I love you," too... or I might have just thought it at the time. A very touching dream......
Last night I dreamed I was in the front row at an MMJ show, imagine that! Except the band became Journey (with REO Speedwagon's singer joining in with Steve Perry for some goddamn reason) at some point, or maybe they were opening. Anyhow, we were all sitting in our seats, and they started playing "Stone In Love," and I started belting it out, LOUD. So loud that Kevin Cronin started glaring at me for showing him up.
Then Gary Coleman came out of the wings, but he was just a hand, that's right, a disembodied hand, though somehow I knew it was him. I also knew that he had died not long ago, and remarked that he was still pretty big for being only a hand because he weighed about 35 pounds.
Yes, I am insane.
Quote from: Crispy on Sep 21, 2012, 11:41 AM
Last night I dreamed I was in the front row at an MMJ show, imagine that! Except the band became Journey (with REO Speedwagon's singer joining in with Steve Perry for some goddamn reason) at some point, or maybe they were opening. Anyhow, we were all sitting in our seats, and they started playing "Stone In Love," and I started belting it out, LOUD. So loud that Kevin Cronin started glaring at me for showing him up.
Then Gary Coleman came out of the wings, but he was just a hand, that's right, a disembodied hand, though somehow I knew it was him. I also knew that he had died not long ago, and remarked that he was still pretty big for being only a hand because he weighed about 35 pounds.
Yes, I am insane.
Sounds like a typical MMJ withdrawal dream. :wink: did you wake up with the sweats , chills, and shakes?
Quote from: ericm on Sep 21, 2012, 12:05 PM
Quote from: Crispy on Sep 21, 2012, 11:41 AM
Last night I dreamed I was in the front row at an MMJ show, imagine that! Except the band became Journey (with REO Speedwagon's singer joining in with Steve Perry for some goddamn reason) at some point, or maybe they were opening. Anyhow, we were all sitting in our seats, and they started playing "Stone In Love," and I started belting it out, LOUD. So loud that Kevin Cronin started glaring at me for showing him up.
Then Gary Coleman came out of the wings, but he was just a hand, that's right, a disembodied hand, though somehow I knew it was him. I also knew that he had died not long ago, and remarked that he was still pretty big for being only a hand because he weighed about 35 pounds.
Yes, I am insane.
Sounds like a typical MMJ withdrawal dream. :wink: did you wake up with the sweats , chills, and shakes?
That must be it! It HAS been almost an entire week since my last MMJ show. Actually, I woke up laughing at the absurdity. And wanting to hear some Journey, so yeah, it was pretty much a nightmare.
Quote from: Crispy on Sep 21, 2012, 12:14 PM
Quote from: ericm on Sep 21, 2012, 12:05 PM
Quote from: Crispy on Sep 21, 2012, 11:41 AM
Last night I dreamed I was in the front row at an MMJ show, imagine that! Except the band became Journey (with REO Speedwagon's singer joining in with Steve Perry for some goddamn reason) at some point, or maybe they were opening. Anyhow, we were all sitting in our seats, and they started playing "Stone In Love," and I started belting it out, LOUD. So loud that Kevin Cronin started glaring at me for showing him up.
Then Gary Coleman came out of the wings, but he was just a hand, that's right, a disembodied hand, though somehow I knew it was him. I also knew that he had died not long ago, and remarked that he was still pretty big for being only a hand because he weighed about 35 pounds.
Yes, I am insane.
Sounds like a typical MMJ withdrawal dream. :wink: did you wake up with the sweats , chills, and shakes?
That must be it! It HAS been almost an entire week since my last MMJ show. Actually, I woke up laughing at the absurdity. And wanting to hear some Journey, so yeah, it was pretty much a nightmare.
Ignore me.
Quote from: Fully on Sep 21, 2012, 12:39 PM
Quote from: Crispy on Sep 21, 2012, 12:14 PM
Quote from: ericm on Sep 21, 2012, 12:05 PM
Quote from: Crispy on Sep 21, 2012, 11:41 AM
Last night I dreamed I was in the front row at an MMJ show, imagine that! Except the band became Journey (with REO Speedwagon's singer joining in with Steve Perry for some goddamn reason) at some point, or maybe they were opening. Anyhow, we were all sitting in our seats, and they started playing "Stone In Love," and I started belting it out, LOUD. So loud that Kevin Cronin started glaring at me for showing him up.
Then Gary Coleman came out of the wings, but he was just a hand, that's right, a disembodied hand, though somehow I knew it was him. I also knew that he had died not long ago, and remarked that he was still pretty big for being only a hand because he weighed about 35 pounds.
Yes, I am insane.
Sounds like a typical MMJ withdrawal dream. :wink: did you wake up with the sweats , chills, and shakes?
That must be it! It HAS been almost an entire week since my last MMJ show. Actually, I woke up laughing at the absurdity. And wanting to hear some Journey, so yeah, it was pretty much a nightmare.
Ignore me.
Too late, Fully. :grin:
Quote from: Crispy on Sep 21, 2012, 01:00 PM
Quote from: Fully on Sep 21, 2012, 12:39 PM
Quote from: Crispy on Sep 21, 2012, 12:14 PM
Quote from: ericm on Sep 21, 2012, 12:05 PM
Quote from: Crispy on Sep 21, 2012, 11:41 AM
Last night I dreamed I was in the front row at an MMJ show, imagine that! Except the band became Journey (with REO Speedwagon's singer joining in with Steve Perry for some goddamn reason) at some point, or maybe they were opening. Anyhow, we were all sitting in our seats, and they started playing "Stone In Love," and I started belting it out, LOUD. So loud that Kevin Cronin started glaring at me for showing him up.
Then Gary Coleman came out of the wings, but he was just a hand, that's right, a disembodied hand, though somehow I knew it was him. I also knew that he had died not long ago, and remarked that he was still pretty big for being only a hand because he weighed about 35 pounds.
Yes, I am insane.
Sounds like a typical MMJ withdrawal dream. :wink: did you wake up with the sweats , chills, and shakes?
That must be it! It HAS been almost an entire week since my last MMJ show. Actually, I woke up laughing at the absurdity. And wanting to hear some Journey, so yeah, it was pretty much a nightmare.
Ignore me.
Too late, Fully. :grin:
Sorry, I've been in a pissy mood all day. Between the speeding ticket that I took off work to go to court for and the cancellation of the Nashville show, I've been a bit irritable. I'm still ill about the "donation" I was required to make in addition to court costs to help fund the local government of a town too small to need a government. Speed traps, dang it. :angry:
Here, this is what you really want:
http://youtu.be/OMD8hBsA-RI (http://youtu.be/OMD8hBsA-RI)
I've had several dreams lately about Doc Martens......what does this mean?
You are going to have an affair with Jordan Catalano from My So-Called Life.
Quote from: Fully on Oct 10, 2012, 03:32 AM
You are going to have an affair with Jordan Catalano from My So-Called Life.
OH my God, how did you know I loved him too? That show used to keep me up late at night! Speaking of which, remember the Buffalo Tom cameo on that show?? They did that song! OMG OMG OMG I loved him!
I remember weeping when he took her hand in this scene:
My So-Called Life - Angela & Jordan Hallway Scene (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQAAQeNnC-E#)
Who didn't love Jordan Catalano? I think I'm a few years older than you, but I remember watching this show the first year I was married. My husband was taking night classes to finish up school, and I was home quite a bit by myself that year. That show helped me through the loneliness of that year stuck out in an isolated country town of 600 people. Luckily the knowledge that Jared Leto wasn't really sixteen years old (at least I hope he wasn't) helped me get over the jailbaitiness of that crush. Particularly since the kids I teach are about that age. Whatever her blond guy best friend's name is didn't stand a chance.
I was in grad school and had a boyfriend like Jordan Catalano (minus the extreme hotness), ya know just too cool for himself and unable to express affection. That did a number on me, but at least I knew Angela and I were in the same boat :thumbsup:
I just watched that clip and I'd forgotten that Jordan's friend with the long hair was pretty cute too. Sigh. Those bad boys, what cha' gonna do when they come for you? It still amazes me that that show was only on the air for one season. It was so good.
I didn't watch that show, but I know that Jared or Jordan and Hayden or Taylor or whateverthefuck their names are can kiss my ass, because how about the weird-looking kid watching wistfully as the cool guy walks away with the cute girl, for whom the weird-looking kid no longer exists.
Oh.....poor Brain.....I mean Brian :embarrassed: He mustered up enough anger, wit, and frustration to keep it interesting and entertaining. Seriously, once Jordan opened his mouth, it was pretty much all over....he was best when he was brooding....
I'm assuming its because I just resumed watching The Walking Dead, but I've had multiple dreams about zombies that are really, really terrifying. It's unusual because there's nothing scary about zombie flicks (to me). I think they're the first couple of dreams I've ever had that have me waking up still scared, questioning if they were real or I'm still fucked.
That show is just too good to stop watching though.
Quote from: tdb810 on Oct 10, 2012, 10:40 AM
Oh.....poor Brain.....I mean Brian :embarrassed: He mustered up enough anger, wit, and frustration to keep it interesting and entertaining. Seriously, once Jordan opened his mouth, it was pretty much all over....he was best when he was brooding....
JESUS. This is what I'm talking about, we—I mean, the weird-looking kids are just here for your beautiful brooding types' entertainment!
Quote from: Crispy on Oct 10, 2012, 10:48 AM
Quote from: tdb810 on Oct 10, 2012, 10:40 AM
Oh.....poor Brain.....I mean Brian :embarrassed: He mustered up enough anger, wit, and frustration to keep it interesting and entertaining. Seriously, once Jordan opened his mouth, it was pretty much all over....he was best when he was brooding....
JESUS. This is what I'm talking about, we—I mean, the weird-looking kids are just here for your beautiful brooding types' entertainment!
oh but that's who the smart girls end up with in the end anyway... once they let jordan talk too much, i think the show ended :wink: So, just settle down over there mr!
Quote from: tdb810 on Oct 10, 2012, 11:20 AM
Quote from: Crispy on Oct 10, 2012, 10:48 AM
Quote from: tdb810 on Oct 10, 2012, 10:40 AM
Oh.....poor Brain.....I mean Brian :embarrassed: He mustered up enough anger, wit, and frustration to keep it interesting and entertaining. Seriously, once Jordan opened his mouth, it was pretty much all over....he was best when he was brooding....
JESUS. This is what I'm talking about, we—I mean, the weird-looking kids are just here for your beautiful brooding types' entertainment!
oh but that's who the smart girls end up with in the end anyway... once they let jordan talk too much, i think the show ended :wink: So, just settle down over there mr!
Brian just makes this show more awesome because it does suck. Who hasn't been Brian at some point in their life. Brian is going to go on and make big money, get married to a woman who has evolved enough to appreciate how great he is and come back to the class reunion a big shot; while Jordan Catalano is going to come back to the reunion fat, an early grandfather whose worked a succession of low paying jobs - unless he gets killed by the police in a strange domestic violence incident (this actually happened to my school's Jordan) Or he'll have an okay life - who really knows. That's what made this show so great because it really is like real life. Angela will show up at the reunion having much more respect for Brian and perhaps even regretting how she treated him in high school.
Also Crispy, there's no way you were a weird looking kid in high school unless you've had some major plastic surgery since then.
Quote from: e_wind on Oct 10, 2012, 10:47 AM
I'm assuming its because I just resumed watching The Walking Dead, but I've had multiple dreams about zombies that are really, really terrifying. It's unusual because there's nothing scary about zombie flicks (to me). I think they're the first couple of dreams I've ever had that have me waking up still scared, questioning if they were real or I'm still fucked.
That show is just too good to stop watching though.
Same here. I picked up the Season 2 blu ray then, luck would have it, I got real sick and stayed home one day last week and blew through it. Had some f-ed up dreams.
Speaking of dreams, I just found out that the other show I could have seen in downtown Tulsa tonight is...Journey.
I had a dream the other night that Shug and I were suppose to be at a meet n' greet with Led Zeppelin. I was standing in line waiting and Shug ended up with his buddy Jeff at a bar. They ended up missing out on the experience and I drove to the bar to ask him why the fuck he didn't make it and instead was drinking at a bar. His friend Jeff tried to explain it to me, but I couldn't understand a word he was saying. Shug was a little more coherent, but had no explanation. For some reason, Shug always does something in my dreams to piss me off, but actually he's a good guy :huh:
I just remembered that last night I had a "show" dream (I average at least one a week) that is terribly vague to me now, but I do know it involved (1) Trish, (2) McCauley from Deer Tick, and (3) some degree of fisticuffs.
And probably beer (4).
:beer: :beer: :beer: :beer:
Quote from: LD on Oct 16, 2012, 11:40 PM
I had a dream the other night that Shug and I were suppose to be at a meet n' greet with Led Zeppelin. I was standing in line waiting and Shug ended up with his buddy Jeff at a bar. They ended up missing out on the experience and I drove to the bar to ask him why the fuck he didn't make it and instead was drinking at a bar. His friend Jeff tried to explain it to me, but I couldn't understand a word he was saying. Shug was a little more coherent, but had no explanation. For some reason, Shug always does something in my dreams to piss me off, but actually he's a good guy :huh:
Sometimes you just can't win... :rolleyes: But better in a dream than real life!