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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 18:12:36 GMT
dont have anything recent to share, perhaps you'd enjoy an oldie or 2?
First...well, these went on for sometime. This was before i started school so 4ish? Anywho, put my head down at night (rare occurance with stable sleep patterns) and would awake at the crack of dawn....but in those hours i was training...tis a bit blurish now, but triggers for it can occur. Strongest one was while i was following development of the raptor, view of the nighttime cockpit was like a punch in the gut similarities/flashback.
This one was from 'round the same time..
was in a restuarant with family, blah blah. Then I notice a door marked no entry, looks like constructiin or some such going on around/behind area. Me being the shit i am, take it upon myself to go investigate. an Old gent is in there, and we have a nice long chat...must have come to some agreement, cause the next scene im standing on something like an aircraft carrier, being given final checks on my outfit, then i step off and sink to the bottom of the ocean...
A civilization is who im sent to meet....got flashes of some of it, but its mostly blurred....anyway, its a success at the end....float up thru the ocean and emerge under a starfilled sky. The boats an inky dot with a giant (welcome home) banner alight on the back. All around me people from the underwater world are rising, and people from the ship are jumping off to dive....
What stuck with me....the emotion I had from that final part... happy sadness, extreme?Bah, my little body have never experienced anything like it, was in a daze for ages
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Post by ben on Sept 2, 2016 5:59:34 GMT
02.09.2016
At first I thought I switched for good. Turned out that I was just watching a movie, very immersive movie. I dreamt again. I dreamed of myself though. This time it wasn't double-experience like I usually had where I was aware that I dreamed and at the same time I could move in my bed. It wasn't the next step either where I blurr the lines between dream and waking state up to the point where I can't tell by any outside factors if I dream or not, only "intuition" and sometimes the respones from others let me know. Nope. This time I was fking 4 (four) me's at once. This has not happend before. I experienced four possibilities at once. And this is the sad part. I can hardly remember details about any of them. It was to much at once. I just can't remember. Fuk, this really pisses me off! I was myself, Benjamin, in each of those instances, and it was just living normal life, but each instance was completly different, not like there be dragons or some fantastic stuff like that. Just different people, I had different occupations, I even think I was older than myself in 2 of those. I lived at different places. That is all I can remember for certain, that it was all different. Weirdly enough I had no interest to analyze my surroundings and people or inspect details. It's like those realities exist and I just dropped in, but instead of making a scene or being afraid or whatnot (I've written about this before - see below) I just instantly went on with whatever I was doing in each of the possibilities, it felt so right - actually good, that I was able to just keep going without pushing my own desires or thoughts onto myself. It's like I was invited into myself in each of those four instances. And I was myself, although I was wearing different clothes and had different acquaintances, I was myself in each single possibility. It felt so good...being myself...gawd that sounds weird.
I know these journeys though, I actually do by now, started with them some 3 years ago, here some posts on them I made before:
No drugs were involved.
Edit: Meh, now my post looks like I modeled it after Caylus Evanescence thread. I assure you though, I only read her post after I woke up 2 hours ago. Pfffff. :/
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Post by ben on Sept 3, 2016 4:14:30 GMT
For you my special friend.   |
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Post by Caylus Ark on Sept 22, 2016 17:54:34 GMT
what do dreams about getting murdered mean?
and (unclear on this, but) perhaps getting murdered by, yourself? (ie, you are the perpetrator and victim, not, that you are alone by yourself when you are murdered)
weird dream, indeed.
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Post by ben on Sept 22, 2016 19:41:02 GMT
what do dreams about getting murdered mean? and (unclear on this, but) perhaps getting murdered by, yourself? (ie, you are the perpetrator and victim, not, that you are alone by yourself when you are murdered) weird dream, indeed. Oh lawd bro, I've been killed in my dream s more times than I can count. At first I was googling that stuff and buying into that whole "you cant be killed inside your dream" stuff. But after being murderd a couple of times already, I firmly believe that it is possible to experience death in a dream. Only because we can't imagine being dead or experiencing death while we are alive and awake does not translate to the opposite in a dream. The world is not dualistic, at least not at the second look  . Getting killed, for me personally, when it was the real shit, not some kind of fantasy, was always accompanied by some serious changes in my life. Mostly when I started some new "part" in the journey I call my own life. It's not some backalley voodoo-witch bad-omen stuff. I actually kind of enjoy getting killed in my dream, be it by me or someone else, because what comes after- the conciousness that I adapt after my old one stopped, always holds a few suprises and new views. ^____^ |
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Post by clu on Sept 23, 2016 16:12:56 GMT
Anyone else have a recurring school dream?
Once in a while I end up at my high school, it looks like my high school but only parts of it.
There are other schools that are perhaps dimmensionally attached? Those buildings look different. I once walked through the buildings that were similar but not exactly the same as my own and the teachers there were similar but again different.
The biggest feature that I always end up going to and where the most peopel are is the central library of that dream campus.
There are books floor to ceiling and the most interesting feature is the HUGE larger than person size globe in the center, there's curved wood around it to place your hands while look at different areas of the globe. It's not usually attached to an axis and can be freely zoomed around but can be attached to a movable axis. (Maybe entangle to different planets?)
A couple of times there was an expanded portion of the library off to the right side (facing the main exit which went out to another enclosed area). In this area of the right side was a very large book sale with all kinds of celestial books and a few other books that sadly I don't remember right now.
Lots of light beige and brown colors (though my highschool was painted differently).
The feeling there is always exciting and uplifting.
Curious if anyone else had similar dreams because lots of other people are always there when I dream there.
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Post by Caylus Ark on Sept 23, 2016 22:07:36 GMT
what do dreams about getting murdered mean? and (unclear on this, but) perhaps getting murdered by, yourself? (ie, you are the perpetrator and victim, not, that you are alone by yourself when you are murdered) weird dream, indeed. Oh lawd bro, I've been killed in my dream s more times than I can count. At first I was googling that stuff and buying into that whole "you cant be killed inside your dream" stuff. But after being murderd a couple of times already, I firmly believe that it is possible to experience death in a dream. Only because we can't imagine being dead or experiencing death while we are alive and awake does not translate to the opposite in a dream. The world is not dualistic, at least not at the second look . Getting killed, for me personally, when it was the real shit, not some kind of fantasy, was always accompanied by some serious changes in my life. Mostly when I started some new "part" in the journey I call my own life. It's not some backalley voodoo-witch bad-omen stuff. I actually kind of enjoy getting killed in my dream, be it by me or someone else, because what comes after- the conciousness that I adapt after my old one stopped, always holds a few suprises and new views. ^____^ Whoa, that's a very cool and helpful interpretation  |
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Post by Caylus Ark on Sept 23, 2016 22:08:29 GMT
Anyone else have a recurring school dream? Once in a while I end up at my high school, it looks like my high school but only parts of it. There are other schools that are perhaps dimmensionally attached? Those buildings look different. I once walked through the buildings that were similar but not exactly the same as my own and the teachers there were similar but again different. The biggest feature that I always end up going to and where the most peopel are is the central library of that dream campus. There are books floor to ceiling and the most interesting feature is the HUGE larger than person size globe in the center, there's curved wood around it to place your hands while look at different areas of the globe. It's not usually attached to an axis and can be freely zoomed around but can be attached to a movable axis. (Maybe entangle to different planets?) A couple of times there was an expanded portion of the library off to the right side (facing the main exit which went out to another enclosed area). In this area of the right side was a very large book sale with all kinds of celestial books and a few other books that sadly I don't remember right now. Lots of light beige and brown colors (though my highschool was painted differently). The feeling there is always exciting and uplifting. Curious if anyone else had similar dreams because lots of other people are always there when I dream there. I don't get reoccuring dreams but from what I understand they tend to reoccur because they are very important somehow. |
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Post by clu on Sept 24, 2016 0:21:08 GMT
Anyone else have a recurring school dream? Once in a while I end up at my high school, it looks like my high school but only parts of it. There are other schools that are perhaps dimmensionally attached? Those buildings look different. I once walked through the buildings that were similar but not exactly the same as my own and the teachers there were similar but again different. The biggest feature that I always end up going to and where the most peopel are is the central library of that dream campus. There are books floor to ceiling and the most interesting feature is the HUGE larger than person size globe in the center, there's curved wood around it to place your hands while look at different areas of the globe. It's not usually attached to an axis and can be freely zoomed around but can be attached to a movable axis. (Maybe entangle to different planets?) A couple of times there was an expanded portion of the library off to the right side (facing the main exit which went out to another enclosed area). In this area of the right side was a very large book sale with all kinds of celestial books and a few other books that sadly I don't remember right now. Lots of light beige and brown colors (though my highschool was painted differently). The feeling there is always exciting and uplifting. Curious if anyone else had similar dreams because lots of other people are always there when I dream there. I don't get reoccuring dreams but from what I understand they tend to reoccur because they are very important somehow. Interesting. Had not thought about it that way. Each time seems different but same location. A couple of times I've actually been in class but mostly I always end up strolling to the library and there are always people there, sometimes many. I once verified a shared dream with a friend from the other side of the planet that I had not met yet in person. Was a long time ago. It happened on different days and we verified a week or two after we both experienced it. That's when I figured time was not linear, at least for pocket dream universes. The airport we happened to meet at in the dream had portals, kinda Harry Potterish really as not everyone saw the portals. |
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Post by ben on Sept 28, 2016 4:26:43 GMT
I was friend to a lovely young girl ~15ish years old, short hair, glasses.
She had Problems in school with some other people, not sure if pupils or teachers.
Own family made fun of it/ignored it.
It had something to do with the girl being who she is, not because of something she does or had done.
I think I loved her. (ye this seems like i'm a pedo- no man i was around that age too, went to class with her.)
She goes to confront family of the people that had a problem with her.
Comes home, I'm at her house.
Cries shoes red streaks all over body.
Get's asked who was the master by someone unknown.
Says it was their grandmother.
Another Day she decides to confront that family again.
I don't let her go alone this time just in case.
We go up to the sixth or seventh floor.
After accusing them of everything they had done to her a man comes out with an old woman and a woman in her thirties.
The man pinned me to the wall.
Girl starts to film with her mobile-phone.
Screams while the two woman pull her into the flat and clearly beat her.
I can hear the beating but can't move due to the large man still holding me down.
One final scream then silence.
Man let's me go goes into apartment and closes door.
I hammer on the door but i knew that instant what has happend.
I start crying and run downstairs.
Ambulance already on scene, girl in a bodybag but docs trying to safe her life still.
Blood everywhere.
I tell them this was no suicide attemt, they threw her out of the window.
I point upwards and scream it at them, it was murder.
The man looks down from his window.
Starts to make cuttroath gesture then says loudly.
"You, pieces, some at your school, some to your family, the rest for the dogs".
I wake up.
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Post by Caylus Ark on Sept 28, 2016 4:41:09 GMT
I was friend to a lovely young girl ~15ish years old, short hair, glasses. She had Problems in school with some other people, not sure if pupils or teachers. Own family made fun of it/ignored it. It had something to do with the girl being who she is, not because of something she does or had done. I think I loved her. (ye this seems like i'm a pedo- no man i was around that age too, went to class with her.) She goes to confront family of the people that had a problem with her. Comes home, I'm at her house. Cries shoes red streaks all over body. Get's asked who was the master by someone unknown. Says it was their grandmother. Another Day she decides to confront that family again. I don't let her go alone this time just in case. We go up to the sixth or seventh floor. After accusing them of everything they had done to her a man comes out with an old woman and a woman in her thirties. The man pinned me to the wall. Girl starts to film with her mobile-phone. Screams while the two woman pull her into the flat and clearly beat her. I can hear the beating but can't move due to the large man still holding me down. One final scream then silence. Man let's me go goes into apartment and closes door. I hammer on the door but i knew that instant what has happend. I start crying and run downstairs. Ambulance already on scene, girl in a bodybag but docs trying to safe her life still. Blood everywhere. I tell them this was no suicide attemt, they threw her out of the window. I point upwards and scream it at them, it was murder. The man looks down from his window. Starts to make cuttroath gesture then says loudly. "You, pieces, some at your school, some to your family, the rest for the dogs". I wake up. This sounds like something of a nightmare. Maybe this girl represents a part of yourself. |
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Post by ben on Sept 28, 2016 4:44:51 GMT
Probably a nightmare, I wasn't scared. Actually was left with a feeling of relief. Somehow knew she survived. My first thought after coming to my senses was: "Fuk, now I won't see her again and have to go into witness protection." Meh, it is what it is. |
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Post by Caylus Ark on Dec 25, 2016 23:03:26 GMT
Okay this was last night and it was scary
We were in a dark house. An old lady died of lung disease. I was with melanie. Something bad was going on at the campus and people were turning up murdered and quartered. Pairs of people. I was on campus it was night time. The bald man in black was with me and mel he had a female partner. We were at a table and the female partner got mad and left. I was supposed to stick with the bald man from the men in black but me and mel went to get food somewhere and when we came back he'd completely disappeared. It was very dark and there were people with flashlights searching for someone. I wasn't hiding from them and they shined their flashlights on me.
"We were looking for you," they said
"We will need you to come with us". I wasnt scared but then they made their intentions clear what they would do. I was their next victim of the ritual. I suddenly got very scared. Where was the bald man? He was supposed to protect me . Had he led me into the trap?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 3:30:17 GMT
Okay this was last night and it was scary We were in a dark house. An old lady died of lung disease. I was with melanie. Something bad was going on at the campus and people were turning up murdered and quartered. Pairs of people. I was on campus it was night time. The bald man in black was with me and mel he had a female partner. We were at a table and the female partner got mad and left. I was supposed to stick with the bald man from the men in black but me and mel went to get food somewhere and when we came back he'd completely disappeared. It was very dark and there were people with flashlights searching for someone. I wasn't hiding from them and they shined their flashlights on me. "We were looking for you," they said "We will need you to come with us". I wasnt scared but then they made their intentions clear what they would do. I was their next victim of the ritual. I suddenly got very scared. Where was the bald man? He was supposed to protect me . Had he led me into the trap? |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 23:04:18 GMT
a somewhat vivid dreaming I recalled occurred not long ago:
me being observer traveling backwardly from Earth, many big ships look like battleships in forward position away from the planet.. all over in vast sea of outer space.
Impressed upon on me is that those outer-space battleships were guarding Earth or something like that.
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