these days I sleep soundly and dont have many dreams, but often I have had dreams that in some way or the other were reflected in daily routine, where I would suddenly feel that the whole situation or circumstance I have seen or felt before, as if I am very familiar with that particular surrounding.
I meant to post in this thread earlier of a dream I had the other night.
For some reason, there always seems this unproven myth that one cannot read things while dreaming, but, in my dream, I remember reading some kind of book, and I could distinguish certain letters, words, and phrases. Out of all of the contents of the book, however, I could only distinguish the words 'summum bonum' (Latin for 'highest good') often toward the middle of each page. Strangely, whenever I looked away from the book, my vision would get very hazy and unclear, making me feel dizzy; I could only focus on the book held in my hands, making out only those words.
Weird, eh?
Oh my Gosh, I saw a dream similar to this a few months ago. It was that I went to a shop and there I bought a book and when I reached home, I started to read the book and then I was saying (in dream) what a lovely book it was but then when I tried to look at the words, my vision got hazy and I could see nothing.
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I just made a list of dreams that have recurred to me:
1. Falling into a dark deep pit but conscious that nothing’s going to happen, because it’s only a dream.
2. Leaping great distances from building to building (1 & 2 are sometimes mixed-up)
3. Fighting on the streets - I’m almost invincible. I just chop my opponents to pieces with a sword but I’ve never used a gun. I've been killed a few times and even buried.
4. People or animal/s are chasing me. Initially I’m scared and run for my life, but I realize that they can’t catch me, so I start taunting them. I really love dreams of this type. They are full of adventure. I’ve been to mysterious places, ancient palaces & castles, jungles, huge monuments, secret science laboratories, great hotels; and also, I’ve, sometimes, met famous people from the past and the present. Normally there are plenty of hiding places like secret tunnels, where I take refuge from my pursuers from time to time.
"Don't need a gun to blow your mind"
Last night were some weird ones. I was at a house, it was like a communal house looking for something. I told this guy he had to go to my mom's house to pick something up, I kinda knew he would like my mom. Later on he texted messaged me to say that he liked my mom. Then we were at a outdoor ampitheatre but it was like dinner theatre and the White Stripes were giving a concert. Then there was a conga line.
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
Last night, I had a rather creepy dream, but also very clear, which distinguished it so well.
Though I will not go into gruesome details, the dream involved a bow-and-arrow, a little accident, and my requirement to go to a hospital immediately. Somehow, all of it occurred in a house where I have never seen, and a married couple, who I presume lived there, told me they would take me to the hospital, for my obvious inability to drive; first, however, they said one had to shower and the other had to cut the front-lawn grass. I felt frustrated, said nothing, and waited.
For what time seemed endless, as I nearly bled myself to shock, and even felt light-headed and dizzy, I merely decided to walk to the hospital. I had no idea of the location of a hospital, and walked around a neighborhood I have never seen, but kept walking anyway, receiving odd remarks, gasps, and avoidance from others as I passed weakly.
Strange, strange, strange.
A bow and arrow? My apologies if I was involved...
Por una cabeza
Si ella me olvida
Qué importa perderme
Mil veces la vida
Para qué vivir
I'm a ridiculously prolific dreamer, I couldn't even begin to count the number of dreams I have each night, mostly because I wake up, on an average, every hour or so during the night.It's hell on the body and mind but it makes for some great dreams...or I guess I should say it helps me remember my great dreams. My dreams tend to be emotionally intense and vivid and when I'm taking certain medications, like Inderal, they become even more so, to the point where I usually decide I'm better off not taking the medicine.
I do have a couple recurring themes, houses is one, either I'm in a house that looks tiny or rundown but once inside it has all these hidden, beautiful and grand rooms that just go on forever or I'm in a house that I know but I'm not supposed to be in, like the house I grew up in or my childhood best friend's house and I'm there 'on the sly', hoping that the current residents won't discover I'm there.
The other recurring theme I have is celebrities, I have the most awesome, bizarre, random dreams about the most bizarre, random celebrities. I would be here all day if I mentioned even just the funniest ones, like the one where Rob Lowe was shrinking or Elijah Wood was wearing a dress or the time I was making out with Jesse Ventura but I will mention the last one I had which was last night, I was in a...I don't know where I was, something to do with my work, which is childcare and I ran into Tommy Stinson from the Replacements, a great alternative band from Minneapolis during the 80's. I loved Tommy Stinson when I was in my early 20's, absolutely loved him and I was so thrilled and utterly stunned to meet him there and I was so frustrated because the people I was with had no idea who he was and couldn't possibly unterstand just how awesome this was for me, they just kept looking at me like I was nuts. We were in this...I don't know what it was, maybe a convention hall for child care providers or something and he was being outrageous and obnoxious and I was trying to explain it was ok because he was Tommy Stinson but they weren't buying it...but finally, I ran into a friend who I've known since I was 3 and was well aquainted with my 'Tommy Stinson' phase and she was suitably pleased for me and then it morphed into this really odd travel/escape thing completely unrelated to rock gods of the 80's but I was content because someone finally acknowledged how awesome it all was for me.
Not that I know of, RobinHood, but I appreciate your apologies!Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
Wow, I have never heard of that side-effect to Inderal, nor to any beta-blocker, for that matter, until researching it in my drug book. Very, very strange, but at least I learned something!
Hopefully, however, if the altered dreams bother you too much, you can get switched to a different medication, if required for any health conditions.
I remember my doctor telling me about this side-effect when he first prescribed the medicine, he was trying to explain what the dreams may be like and he finally said, "You'll know it if it happens, they'll be no doubt." and that is very true. I have Mitral Valve Prolapse, that's why I take it and when I start having those dreams, I get even less sleep than normal and lack of sleep...well...more than usual...is a consistant trigger for the MVP symptoms for me so I usually figure I'm better off just not taking it. I can tolerate it for awhile so if I'm having a particularly difficult time with the symptoms, I take it for a couple weeks and then quit. I'd rather deal with a few heart palpatations and adrenaline rushes than those dreams.Wow, I have never heard of that side-effect to Inderal, nor to any beta-blocker, for that matter, until researching it in my drug book. Very, very strange, but at least I learned something!
Hopefully, however, if the altered dreams bother you too much, you can get switched to a different medication, if required for any health conditions.
We remember a fragment of a dream where somebody from this forum was talking to us. Perhaps it was an interview.
He/She: So, Tal, where do you think the best music schools are?
Us: In Hell.
He/She: Wy do you think so?
Us: Why, there are so many musical instruments down there! Look!
He/she: That's rather tasteless, don't you think?
Us: Yes
If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.
Last night, I dreamt that I was in Italy, attending an Italian music concert!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Hey Idril, your recurring dream seems quite similar to mine. Take a look at my list of recurring dreams - it's in the 414th post in page 28. Even I'm a very light sleeper. Even the slightest noise will awaken me. And, I also tend to wake up almost every half an hour. Just wanted to say glad to meet you. I may be having a similar problem. But I hate to consult a psychiatrist or even to think that I have a problem.
I'm a ridiculously prolific dreamer, I couldn't even begin to count the number of dreams I have each night, mostly because I wake up, on an average, every hour or so during the night.
I do have a couple recurring themes, houses is one, either I'm in a house that looks tiny or rundown but once inside it has all these hidden, beautiful and grand rooms that just go on forever or I'm in a house that I know but I'm not supposed to be in, like the house I grew up in or my childhood best friend's house and I'm there 'on the sly', hoping that the current residents won't discover I'm there.
"Don't need a gun to blow your mind"
It took me a long time to really deal with the problem medically and even then, nothing really seems to help in any signficant way. I would start with a medical doctor first and then if they think a pyschiatrist is necessary, they'll refer you. It's really a game of hit or miss when dealing with sleeping problems, I've tried all kinds of medications from anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medications to muscle relaxants to good old fashion sleeping pills and things usually work for awhile but eventually I end up in the same pattern of waking up every hour but maybe you'll have better luck, it's worth a try.Hey Idril, your recurring dream seems quite similar to mine. Take a look at my list of recurring dreams - it's in the 414th post in page 28. Even I'm a very light sleeper. Even the slightest noise will awaken me. And, I also tend to wake up almost every half an hour. Just wanted to say glad to meet you. I may be having a similar problem. But I hate to consult a psychiatrist or even to think that I have a problem.
I had a great celebrity dream the other night, I was offering myself as a surrogate mother for Felicity Hoffman and Ben Affleck.
Two nights ago I had an odd dream, that I can't recall in all it's detail but, the main part was some crazy woman in a blue or green summer dress was trying to get into my house, and I would not let her in. At first, I was sitting in my living room reading and there was a knock and this wild looking woman with unkempt hair and a dress that I can vividly remember every detail about except the colour was standing there and I don't remember what was said between us, but we were arguing, but basically she wanted into my house and I wouldn't let her, no violence broke out, but eventually I shut the door and went back to what I was doing. No sooner had I sat down that she had begun knocking again, this process repeated three or four times, when I shut her out and ignored the knocking, I went to the kitchen, and she was standing, staring through the window at me (Scared the hell outta me). So I went into my basement, where I knew there was no way she could see which room I was in, so I crept along into my room, and I was crouching behind my bed sort of using it as cover, and watching the small basement window I have and I saw the lady walking and stop directly at my window, and I can't really describe it, but she sort of descended, so when I could just see her feet through the window, slowly I could see her knees, than her waist, than her chest, than her face with the creepiest smile and just staring at me, not with contempt or hate, but just a blank stare, and eventually her head vanished and I woke up. The way she descended was so weird, because my window is about 4 inches off the ground, and the whole window is about a foot tall, the only way that could have worked was if she fell right through the Earth. Anyways thats one of the weirdest dreams I've had in a while, and I woke up quite frightened, and for two days, I"ve had this picture of this woman stuck in my mind.
Just thought I'd share.....
"Americans should know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls."
-Walt WhitmanThey have their worries, they’re counting the miles, they’re thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they’ll get there—and all the time they’ll get there anyway, you see.
-Jack Kerouac
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