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Apocalyptic dreams

Hello, well I thought i'd better kick off my posting with a very odd apocalyptic dream that I had about 2 years ago when I was a student and had quite an erratic sleep pattern. I'd generally go to bed around 5-6am and experienced some weird dreams when drifting off as the sun rose.

I was enjoying a late night barbecure with my father and his dog on a wonderfully picturesque hillside that looked over an increasingly downward sloping landscape in various shades of dark greens and pale blues. The full moon was huge in the sky and I was just standing there watching over this landscape whilst the dog ran around playfully. I remember there being no interaction with my father or the dog but I was aware they were there and that there was a gas powered barbecue (although there was nothing cooking on it). All of a sudden I noticed the moon starting to slowly descend in the sky and a sense of panic immediately hit me. I watched the moon fall out of sight and soon enough it had appeared behind me and I was aware that the earth was actually starting to rotate at a rapidly increasing speed. It must have been on a strange axis as it remained dark the entire time and the sky was particularily laden with stars. This rapid spin began to increase the earth's gravity and I could feel myself being pulled to the ground and the moon started to fly past me faster and faster. I remember being stuck to the ground and everything starting to take on a strange peachy beigey hue (not the first time i've experienced this colour whilst moments from death in a dream) and the crushing weight was literally pushing me into the ground. The whole thing suddenly came to an end when I could no longer bare the pressure and I found myself awake and conscious in a state of sleep paralysis, my vision was like television static as I believe is the norm and after a few seconds I regained control of body.

I was so shaken by the sleep paralysis I immediately got up and found one of my housemates who was still awake at this ridiculous hour and recounted the whole dream in full, I believe it was because of this that I can remember it so vividly as if i'd just awoken from it. The one thing that disturbed me most about this dream was the lasting feeling of sorrow that I carried with me for the rest of the day, although at the time I remember feeling a mixture of fear and amazement at the final moments of the Earth's living population but was fully aware that this event was the end of days.
 
Wow that was an amazing dream although very frightening for you.

Do you feel in your heart that this was a warning of things to come?
 
Nah i've dreamt a dozen ways for the world to end, it's probably some (not so) deeply hidden desire to experience a planet wide reboot.
 
adamantius410 said:
macrosblack said:
Is anyone else brave enough to here share a wierd dream with fear of riddicule. :)

sweet dreams everyone and i endorse keeping a journal near your bed.
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I attribute this mostly to a small dose of melatonin each night at bedtime...
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Over two years ago i spent a good week suffering with swollen glands, infected tonsils- a very, very nasty illness indeed. Mountains of saliva, deep pain swallowing food, drink etc. I even managed to get to work each day but boy was it painful. It scores equal to severe toothache in my book but anyway...

I began trying different pain killers you can buy off the shelf of the nearby supermarket and found little relief from them. Id take two high strength tablets in the middle of the night when the pain awoke me. This would sooth my enflamed throat and allow me to sleep alittle more. I would always wake around 5am in a groggy state from the returning pain. Whilst laid there i would drift semi concious into my imagination. On the last day of this ordeal i was laying there and starting to notive the pain soothing without need for medication.

I had dreamt that night of a 1950s style bus that carried a group of war veterans around (now living their dreams on civy street) You had a man who thought he was Elvis without the voice, a slightly camp man, an Errol FLynn type who now was a singer, a grumpy old man, the dont give a toss type scandral, a man who played the piano but suffered from a bad cough etc.

They toured around visitng clubs and pubs, having adventures etc but all seemed to clash with one another.

When I awoke in my groggy state i found it fascinating to reflect upon these guys antics and mentally began giving them more character one by one.

I think the tablets wearing off gave me a more relaxed and focused state with which to mentally add colour to the canvass of these guys lifes in my mind.

Amidst the pain of my throat i actually smiled to my self as i saw their sit com lifestyle unfold :)

Later that day the pain in throat eased off more and more.

The next night i slept like log with no more pain interupting it :)
 
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Odifassa said:
I remember being stuck to the ground and everything starting to take on a strange peachy beigey hue (not the first time i've experienced this colour whilst moments from death in a dream).
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You do realise that the colour you describe is actually the colour of the universe? Maybe you were being absorbed into the cosmic background radiation? Sweet dreams...
 
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Peripart said:
Odifassa said:
I remember being stuck to the ground and everything starting to take on a strange peachy beigey hue (not the first time i've experienced this colour whilst moments from death in a dream).
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You do realise that the colour you describe is actually the colour of the universe? Maybe you were being absorbed into the cosmic background radiation? Sweet dreams...
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I wasn't aware of this unless I had stored the information subconciously and then applied it to the dream. A fairly creepy twist to have an potentially accurate experience of something that has definately never happened! Avoid the barbecues come 2012 is all I can say.
 
Hamsters.

Goddamn bloody hamsters.

For several years, every single one of my dreams, at least the ones I could remember, featured at least one hamster. Perhaps I'd randomly discovered one of my childhood hamsters had lived to a ripe old age and I had to clean its cage, or I had a hamster for some reason and it ran away, or there was a colony of hamsters beneath the floorboards, or I was dodging attack hamsters, or had to trap hamsters, or...

I even had a couple of 'return to high school' dreams that featured hamsters. Don't ask me what hamsters were doing in the high school. There were also dreams that would seem perfectly normal--for dreams--and suddenly a hamster would pop up.

These dreams went on for several years. Thankfully, eventually they stopped, but it still troubles me. I did have a succession of hamsters as a child, have never had one since, and have no desire to have one again. (Their cages are a pain to clean, they don't live very long, and I doubt they'd like my cat. She, on the other hand, would probably like them too much.) I don't think of hamsters in my day-to-day life. Why in the world did I keep dreaming of them over and over again?
 
Werecow said:
Hamsters.

Goddamn bloody hamsters.

For several years, every single one of my dreams, at least the ones I could remember, featured at least one hamster. Perhaps I'd randomly discovered one of my childhood hamsters had lived to a ripe old age and I had to clean its cage, or I had a hamster for some reason and it ran away, or there was a colony of hamsters beneath the floorboards, or I was dodging attack hamsters, or had to trap hamsters, or...

I even had a couple of 'return to high school' dreams that featured hamsters. Don't ask me what hamsters were doing in the high school. There were also dreams that would seem perfectly normal--for dreams--and suddenly a hamster would pop up.

These dreams went on for several years. Thankfully, eventually they stopped, but it still troubles me. I did have a succession of hamsters as a child, have never had one since, and have no desire to have one again. (Their cages are a pain to clean, they don't live very long, and I doubt they'd like my cat. She, on the other hand, would probably like them too much.) I don't think of hamsters in my day-to-day life. Why in the world did I keep dreaming of them over and over again?
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Your lucky mate, I get spiders in many of my dreams.

Some of them are right big buggers covered in fur that just crawl into my dream scaring the hell out of me. Wierd thing is that they never acknowledge me. They just go along on their daily business. :)
 
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Odifassa said:
Peripart said:
Odifassa said:
I remember being stuck to the ground and everything starting to take on a strange peachy beigey hue (not the first time i've experienced this colour whilst moments from death in a dream).
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You do realise that the colour you describe is actually the colour of the universe? Maybe you were being absorbed into the cosmic background radiation? Sweet dreams...
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I wasn't aware of this unless I had stored the information subconciously and then applied it to the dream. A fairly creepy twist to have an potentially accurate experience of something that has definately never happened! Avoid the barbecues come 2012 is all I can say.
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Got me thinking of a photograph from the boook entitled: The Scole Experiment.

Theres one pic that shows what looks like outerspace. Its pink in appearence displaying a planet with moons.

Probably nothing but spooky....
 
This is a great thread,

A lot of these dreams would make the basis of really interesting books, or art work, and I love the surreal element that is coming out in them and all the details people remember.
I know some famous writers have used their dreams for inspiration, in the past, such as Mary Shelly with frankenstein.
H.R. Giger had a dream of how" Alien" would look, (While one of the script writers dreamed the part about Alien bursting out of the victims chest, apparently!)

A lot of really good ideas seem to come from dreaming, as well as resolving issues, etc.
I had to re-read the post decipheringscars wrote about being mugged. I thought that it was the nightmare, especially the treatment he got from the police!
(I'm not suprised he had to resolve it in his sleep!)

I look forward to reading everyones posts,
Apart from very rare occasions my dreams are very mundane and have a "muddy" feel to them.
I especially used to hate dreaming I was at work and performing all the boring tasks associated with it in minute detail, the whole night, only to wake up unrefreshed and tired next day and have to re-live the whole thing over again, for real.
Nightmare!
 
When you lay down in bed you normally find that you drift off(suddenly all the worlds lot no longer matters). When you drift off you either fall into deep sleep - where the interesting out of the norm happens or you just rest and become focused upon you imagination.

If your body needs some rest but not full sleep then you usually just lay there half and half aware of your surroundings whilst focused upon some part of your imagination. In my experience this leads to playing out some aspect of your life your not happy with or something your proud of.

Sometimes you lay in this state and you find a familar place your in and it just passes as you rest. I think this is the body energising itself in some dark area it needs to repair.

After this stage you may develop into deep sleep ( if its at night)

Here you may fall into a more intense aspect of the above and play out things that bother you.

Heres the amazing thing. Around 3pm-6pm I have found that my dreams take on a more interesting meaning. They break free of my daily influence and draw closer to something that seems more me and not this world. I find that this happens more if you get up, walk around a bit, drink water etc and then go back to bed.

Many of my recordings in my note book inspire sparks of a fogged recall where I have become I. This I is the real me and not this psrson on earth - if that makes sense.

I written logs of suddendly becoming aware that I am dreaming in a dream and realising that I am as much alive there as i am here in waking life.

The dream world when mastered (I havnt reached this) truly becomes a great place. Its like a window we look out of and accept but never notice the fine details of.

When we go to bed we start filling a mind canvass with imagary and emotion. We drift and give this painting life in our minds. In the early hours of the morning we are so rested and relaxed that we slip out of all this worry we have with our lifes. We then connect with a great mystery that allows us to experience without our daily laws imposing upon it.
 
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isis i don't know if you're still following the thread but i think you had a past life dream. maybe if you make the suggestion to yourself you might be able to continue it.

i have been keeping a dream notebook too and it is fascinating to review it after some time and see the themes in your dreams, you will also see that sometimes you dream about something that happens later.

really loving this thread. :!:
 
thenumenorium, yes it had occurred to me that it might be past life as at that time there was a series of middle eastern type dreams. I think I may have posted about where I dreamed that my daughter's friend was my son in that country at that time but didn't find out till later that he had told his mother that I had been.
 
macrosblack said:
I written logs of suddendly becoming aware that I am dreaming in a dream and realising that I am as much alive there as i am here in waking life.
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When I was a kid, I had so many nightmares that I developed an ability to realize I was dreaming and end a nightmare. It did occasionally, but rarely, happen in non-nightmare dreams, too. The two I remember:

1. I was playing in the backyard of my aunt's house along with my cousin and siblings. My cousin was up on the propane tank pretending it was a horse (something I never saw him do IRL), and I said, "I'm going to switch to another dream now, and when I come back, tell me if you even noticed if I was gone" (i.e., if time in the dream passed without me). So I did, and asked him, and he said, "I wasn't paying attention." :lol:

2. I remember having some device in another dream that let me preview dreams and select one. It was like a hand-held TV set, complete with static on some channels - and a football game on at least one of them! (That's all I remember of the dream - I don't remember if I selected one, and if so, what it was, and if I successfully went into that dream.)
 
One day after a long hard day at work in the Summer I sat dosing. Although i wanted to rest i did not wish to drift into full sleep so i kept semi coming around and then just relaxing again.

Each time i drifted back to rest i went into a dream state covering the effect of my tiredness and the way my day had been burdened by it. I began to notice a distinct noise in my head - a kind of humming each time the imagery changed.

After 4 or 5 episodes of coming around and then nodding off i took notice of this sound.

everytime my mind changed its thoughts whilst I sat there (at home with my eyes shut) a new image or enviroment presented itself to me preceded by this humming noise. I noticed that this noise was in sync with my breathing and only happened after an exhale of breath. I did one experiment with this before tiredness made the idea boring.

I thought of the allotments at work that my trainees used and straight away came this noise when i breathed out. Low and behold I was now looking at the overgrown section of the allotment that needed cutting down. It all seemed in real time - now empty as the place was closed, could here distant traffic on the roads and hear birds singing.

The real me kicked in here and took my attention away from the allotment and focused on this noise in my head, brain? I was again aware i was sat upright, eyes closed, darkness for vision, tv plating in the background.

Ive never had this experience since but put it down to 3 days of intense mental and pysical activity at work that must have slowed me down. Enough to make me more sensitive to the workings of the mind?
 
I have looked at keeping a dream dictionary but have never got around to it. When I was in my final year at uni and trying to complete my dissertation i had a wierd dream, which was obviously my mind working on the stress I felt. I had been captured by muslim extremists and was shown a table. On the table were ten identical black boxes. I was told that in 9 of them were several all white marbles. In one box they were all white except for a black marble n the middle. I had to choose one box, if I chose one with all white marbles, they would let me go. If I chose the one a black marble they would execute me by the electric chair. I chose the box with the black marble. Before I woke up I could feel the sensation of having my left leg shaved and having a metal device strapped to my skull.

Another weird fragment of a dream I recall was of seeing a record playing on a record player. it had a white label and in black lettering it said "Kristan Astra Bella". It doesn't make sense to me, I don't recall it being the title of a record or even if t makes sense. It seems wierd that i remember it though.

A final weird thing that I will try to put into words is this. I seem to be able to visit the same location of a dream that I may have had several weeks, or even years ago. I seem to recognise the landscape, houses etc... even though ficticious. I do not know whether my brain is remembering the same emotion which creates the same imagery, or if it is the same location. It seems strange that I should revisit a ficticious location in a dream state that I have visited previously, adn remember it too.
 
I just googled "Atstra Bella" amd found the name I remembered was a song by Barry Ryan! the subsonscious is a strange thing.
 
Spudrick68 said:
A final weird thing that I will try to put into words is this. I seem to be able to visit the same location of a dream that I may have had several weeks, or even years ago. I seem to recognise the landscape, houses etc... even though ficticious. I do not know whether my brain is remembering the same emotion which creates the same imagery, or if it is the same location. It seems strange that I should revisit a ficticious location in a dream state that I have visited previously, adn remember it too.
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I get this a lot too. Coincidentally discussing dreams with a couple of friends a few weeks ago, they reported the same thing, so I think it must be quite common.

It's touched on here :)
 
angry about dead relative come back to life

OK, I noticed this thread a while ago and I have been toying with the idea of posting a recurring odd dream that I have. It's not particularly fortean but is frequent, and feels more 'real' than most dreams I have. I'm not sure how I feel about sharing this, or about dreaming it. A bit ashamed perhaps.

Basically in my dream, my Dad is alive again, and, strangely, I feel angry with him for being alive. The overwhelming feeling in the dream is one of embarrassment and awkwardness because, firstly, I'm feeling awkward about being angry with someone for being alive, but also because the awkwardness of having to explain to everyone that there's been a mistake, an error somewhere in the system, an administrative mess-up, which lead everyone to believe my dad died of cancer 15 years ago - that he didn't actually die at all. And then my father is back and is acting normal, having conversations etc, but I'm like, WTF, you're not real, you're not real, you can't just sit there talking as if you're real and as if you're alive, damn it!!!! The feeling of anger is awful, because its totally unjustified on my part.

I guess dreams of long-dead relatives are not uncommon - but the scenario of them being alive, of a 'mistake' being made and them not being really dead, may be less common.

I guess its just a dream and that's that.


Owen.
 
I had a dream last night that I had performed in a Chekov play which had received the worst reviews for any performance of his plays of all time, but for some reason they had been kinder to me because I smoked a pipe in it which made the audience laugh. I'm not an actor and I don't smoke a pipe, nor do I know much about Chekov plays (he's not usually a laugh riot, is he?).
 
Last night I dreamt of being with a few others and we were all alittle concerned in our stance.

I was in a elevated building around 5 metres above ground. We where happy here strangley but had concern for all the crowds wandering around outside.

They all seemed lost and represented sheep following sheep. Some of these people were clinging to the structure holding us up and making us sway.

I then was at my parents house with these people types near the window. They acted like the zombie just wishing to connect with me in some way that terrified me. They all seemed wrong. I managed to stop one of them entering the house and after this the others adapted to my defense.

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I think this was a work related dream governed by my current stress in carrying out my need there?

I help unemployed (not JCP) and sometimes this role can be very demanding when finding ways to use natural methods.
 
I had an interesting one the other night where I was visiting a friends house and had to take a piss, with the bathroom being used I peed in their cutlery drawer and then ended up trying to clean it up before anyone noticed...

from there it switched to the entire world was flooded and there were rows on rows of wooden skids used for shipping stuff on trucks where people had them all tied together in rows and rows. I was swimming up the row and stopped at one and jumped up, there was a family of asian or middle eastern descent there, mom, dad, grandpa. grandma, and girl child.

They offered me some iodine to wash my feet from them getting infected and falling off but the grandparents got pissed and said not to use too much because of their daughter needing it and then proceeded to wash her feet and scold her for keeping her feet in the water
 
One way I know I'm dreaming is that I need a restroom really badly and can't find one that isn't nasty, public, or out of order. Eventually I'll start saying: "No, this one isn't real, either" and wake myself up to go to the bathroom.

I hope a bathroom-related dream followed up by a flood dream wasn't the result of the obvious event for you, Mr. Crew!

I don't normally bother to be puzzled by my dreams since I have a working model of them that makes me not expect them to mean anything; but I was puzzled this morning. Amid the main action of the dream, which was largely set in the waiting room of a medical facility, a constant background of TV was running. For the most part this was a suspenseful episode of House (which my husband watches but I don't) in which he is nearly murdered by another doctor, but at one point someone switched channels and caught a hilarious animated musical number, a parody of the macho railroad folksong "Jojo Driver was a Steel-Drivin' Man" titled "Jojo Diver is a Slow-Dancin' Man."

I woke up feeling confused, because my waking mind could not identify the song but could clearly "hear" a familiar gravelly voice singing the chorus. I assumed it was sometimes played on the station to which the clock radio is set, which has a morning blues show and broadcasts "The Third Coast Network" every afternoon, showcasing Gulf State talent. It's exactly the sort of song either show might play. So I googled it - and got nothing. I appear to have made it up, and now all I can remember of either the original or the parody is the title line. I still think I should know the voice, though.

The animation style was Simpsonsesqe (I don't watch The Simpsons, either) and I connected Jojo Diver both with that show and with Jojo Zeke, from the Knights of the Dinner Table gaming comic, though the character in the animation didn't resemble that Jojo at all, being more of a cross between Ned Flanders and Smithers.

It just goes to show, if you spend your days reassembling all your input into fiction, you won't stop when the sun goes down.
 
jubecrew said:
from there it switched to the entire world was flooded
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And I had a dream last night in which my husband and I were preparing a small boat because emergency services had warned everyone that the world might be flooded within two days.

PeniG said:
One way I know I'm dreaming is that I need a restroom really badly and can't find one that isn't nasty, public, or out of order.
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Ah! I have that exact dream for the same reason. Nice to know it might be a common one.
 
SHAYBARSABE said:
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PeniG said:
One way I know I'm dreaming is that I need a restroom really badly and can't find one that isn't nasty, public, or out of order.
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Ah! I have that exact dream for the same reason. Nice to know it might be a common one.
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I have that dream as well, usually wake up bursting to go. One thing we now know about the dream world, the toilet facilities are dreadful!
 
Timble2 said:
SHAYBARSABE said:
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PeniG said:
One way I know I'm dreaming is that I need a restroom really badly and can't find one that isn't nasty, public, or out of order.
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Ah! I have that exact dream for the same reason. Nice to know it might be a common one.
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I have that dream as well, usually wake up bursting to go. One thing we now know about the dream world, the toilet facilities are dreadful!
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Ha ha so true!

I think the 'can't find a toilet' dream is pretty much universal.

I often become lucid in dreams these days because I find mobile phones impossible to operate, as if I'm suddenly extremely drunk. Why I bother to dream about something as mundane as trying to use a mobile phone with any regularity is more of a mystery.
 
What about those dreams where you awaken quickly and just open your eyes - wide awake?

Unlike the norm where you slowly come around, eyes still closed just wishing at 6am for 5 more minutes :0

In sleep - I once found myself facing a fast passing tunnel that was made up of flowing blue and white cloud. I felt myself in this dream and accepted the enviroment around me. It all seemed normal. As I moved along this path i got a odd feeling that effected my place there.

I opened my eyes and was back here. No need to lay there, slowly come around etc. I just got up, sat and wondered what the hell that was as it wasnt a normal dream.

This ultimatley led to my dream journal
 
SHAYBARSABE said:
jubecrew said:
from there it switched to the entire world was flooded
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And I had a dream last night in which my husband and I were preparing a small boat because emergency services had warned everyone that the world might be flooded within two days.

PeniG said:
One way I know I'm dreaming is that I need a restroom really badly and can't find one that isn't nasty, public, or out of order.
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Ah! I have that exact dream for the same reason. Nice to know it might be a common one.
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Ohh no Shay we're in trouble :D At least you and your husband were building an Arc, I was just left with shabby slabs of wooden skids lol :p
 
before some days i saw in dream that i have bought land on moon....but i want it would in real...lol
 
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