/dr/ - Dreams

Map of Norway above with pine fruit on its left sea barring route to blood-drop pirate flags "if you send us blood we'll just drink it"… :
~The ??? Tree is un-mixed… the ??? Tree grows down to its roots…~

>>1071
Fincus? Picus? Mincus? Micus? Ficus? NAh!

Had a dream where I was browsing the internet
and reading the comment section under a
post. Found an interesting comment and
saved it. My subconscious was trying to tell
me something lol. I forgot what the
comment was.

Someone threw me a surprise party. We were celebrating although I don't know what. It was huge. Everyone at the party ignored me.

>>1114
Sorry your subconscious is full of rude assholes. Next time you should try to show them who is boss!

sounds awesome anon

I dreamed similar one with yours. I have two guns, a shotgun and a pistol.
I remember that shotgun was M1014, and the pistol was G17. But you know, I don't have any gun irl. Also I haven't fired it too except an experience of a military service.

Anyway, I shoted some people with my gun. In the situation of dream, I don't know most of them who I shot. But when I wake up, I realize most faces are I know. I guess most dream are made up with experience and some imagines which were organized with reallife things. That's why most faces are I know.

Also, I fired my gun to them. That was BB guns. Why? I said before, I didn't shot my guns to others except when I play games irl with BB guns.
So they weren't dead. Just. Just I remember they were really suffered in pain.

Since I shot my people, other people came to ours and they worried about people who get shot. And dream were ended.

>>1094
It's a calm and comfortable experience but also makes me feel confused

You need some vacations

>>1093
According to Jung, the dream house represents your psyche.
West and East (Right and Left) are materialism vs. spiritual transcendence.

You may feel that mundane life is bogging you down and feel the need to reconnect with the gentle solitude of nature. The fact that you dream of this ocean multiple times a week tells me that you have a desperate subconscious need to return to the womb - you value cozy respite more than most because of the toll active participation in society takes on your energy.

The fork in the road signifies that you balance on the fine line between being someone who fits into society and being someone who spiritually transcends mundane society. You probably spend time searching for the truth through ancient mysticism in between your 9-5 job.

How was my dream interpretation? Was I close?

>>1100
>West and East (Right and Left) are materialism vs. spiritual transcendence.

It is a good interpretation, lately I have felt that my life has no direction and that I only work and live to buy things to fill something, I work a 10 hour shift and earn well but I already feel too exhausted mentally

So yes u were close but I'm not a very spiritual person

>>1102
I’m sorry to hear you’ve got such a burnt out feeling. I’ve been in that drudgery and know how it feels. Sometimes if you do one, small thing differently every now and then can make a huge difference in the day.

Maybe try to do little things to break up the monotony - like doodling an unflattering pic of your boss and leaving it anonymously on their desk or practicing the art of reverse pickpocketing on your coworkers and then challenging them to a bet that you know what’s in their pocket or printing out an inspiring looking picture of billy mays and posting it in a very conspicuous place

Just had a super freaky nightmare bros.

A group of hackers at my school decided that they were going to start fucking with me. For some reason in my dream Telegram and Twitter were basically the same app. But they like sent me a follow/friend request and thats when something felt wrong. I could hear them typing in shit and taking control of my screens and looking through all my stuff.

My twitter is safe but my tele is not. I ERP as a furry character sometimes and I have a lot of weird kinks, but these hackers were in my telegram account and laughing at everything. Nowhere in the dream did it confirm that they were sending it to my friends family and school mates but I knew that they were.

While they were doing this I hoped I still had time so I dug through the web app to try to find a place to report that I was being hacked and the page that it took me to was a fucking FBI pdf form you had to fill out that was a dozen pages long and it was time sensitive so I gave up and tried to find another way to get them out of the app.

Near the end of the dream I was just freaking out about how my reputation was ruined and everyone was gonna know about all my crazy shit and I'm never gonna have another chance with my ex because she'll know and all this stuff. Basically felt like my life was over.

I woke up and my heart was pounding. I like never have nightmares…

everytime i talk about this i get embarrassed and take it down. tw for csa/rape
alright, i had some sexual things done to me as a kid by another kid, a family member, who didnt really know what they were doing and learnt it from someone else. it's really fucked me up in the years past, but im doing a lot better now. still, i keep having dreams where family members, even those who have never done anything of the sort to ANYBODY (much less me) try to rape me, mainly my dad. they're so distressing and i wake up feeling sick. its hard to face him afterwards.
on a slightly lighter note, i have those weird teeth falling out dreams and man, the feeling of chewing with just gums is gross, even just in a dream. i hope i never feel it in real life. now i gotta grind my teeth just to remind myself they're there. people say that means your life feels out of control, but i just..have them randomly? even when i feel okay? i watch a lot of horror so it probably has to do with that.

Dream 1: Dream took place in a small beachside town with a friend of mine who had kidnapped and was torturing a small dog (one of those things you just know in dreams). Some sort of festival with sparse groups of people just standing in a field with dry, trampled summer grass. My friend starts to sing, forcibly mingling his voice with a group of festival NPCs. I can see the ocean down below. Looks like an upside down greenish glass bowl. It's rounded at the edges. it looked kinda like the logo of some corporate artstyle bubble big tech company. the song started to become darker. I looked at the sky and it was night. the sky looked expansive and at first I thought there were no stars, but I could see little ones lurking under the night. they looked like little holes or pockmarks and they terrified me. the sky flashed a kinda orange-pink several times, which informed me there was going to be a tsunami. the sky was black again and the sea started to move like a snake. this was where I woke up.

Dream 2: a fever dream I had when I was 9 with a "towel grabbing contest." still remember this because it was the most terrifying dream I'd ever happened. what happened is I grabbed too much of the red towel. woke up screaming and vomiting.

Dream 3: Vast field of wheat that stretched forever in 3 directions. 4th direction has a kinda fairytale twisted mess of a forest set up on a hill. Low conifers mostly with enough mangled branches to make one big tree mat. Almost oppressively blue sky. I'm half aware I'm dreaming and I feel like I'm trapped in an old movie with a kinda technicolor system- I'd just seen wizard of oz with my little cousin the night before. little cabin appeared to me, at first far away. broken windows, cobwebs, peeling paint. something was deeply wrong in the house.there was a kinda primordial fear attached to it. I had no choice but to walk towards it, fear increasing every step I took. when I reached it, I looked inside, felt a sort of intense vertigo fear, woke up.

I was on a sidewalk, going home, and I was carrying some coconuts.

There was a group of 5 girls who were going in the same direction and were laughing at me. I changed my route to avoid them but they came after me. I asked one of them "do I know you?" and they just kept talking like we have known each other forever.

I took one coconut and threw it at her, it pushed into traffic and she was run over by a car. No one reacted, I just heard whispers from the other girls. I threw another coconut at another girl, same result. They started to walk faster, and I think they were going to the police.

I went to the train station and took the first train lol.

i'm told everyone dreams every single night unless their sleep is interupted. remembering dreams is a skill that can be trained.

I usually remember at least some part of my dreams almost every night ever since I was a kid, I think it depends on the person.

Intense emotions (especially stress) can cause repetitive and intense dreams. Are the same places you keep visiting something from real life?

>your alarm clock goes off and your dream incorporates the noise into your fantasies
Yes, I believe this happened to me yesterday (I tend to forget my dreams more quickly lately). IIRC the sound just sort of "transformed" into some other sound in my dream.

I came across a piano and when I touched the keys I could feel the weight of them, the note were the same as a regular piano, so I spent the rest of the night practicing on it.
I don't play the piano so this was interesting to me to come across

>>1074
That's a really nice dream. I hope I come across a dream like this at some point. I'm not really motivated like i used to be to practice an instrument nowadays.

My neighbor's dog barks a lot and is annoying as hell. Sometimes I guess when it barks loud closer to my home it affects my dreams. I'll occasionally get attacked by dogs out of nowhere in some of my dreams.

I was half asleep, and I heard my dad say hi to me in the dream a split second before he said hi in real life.

It's when I'm on the edge of consciousness that I have the best ideas, yet have trouble remembering them when I fully wake.

I think being on the edge of consciousness gives you superpowers

>>725
I always get my internal compass completely mixed up. I have to lift my leg in order to go underground, clipping through myself. I often awaken with my arms in the air and my head apparently in my chest and underground at the same time. It's such a fucked up feeling.

>>893 Dunno the significance, but >>892 QR code is to https://www.docdroid.net/4P94A2w/doing-blow-and-giving-blow-pdf#page=2

>>725
I remember, back when I was a young lad, I had a terrible fever. I can't remember the specific temps, but it was not a fun fever for tiny me.

I think one night I just couldn't go to sleep, or I woke up and couldn't sleep after. (Maybe as something to do with that fever suppresses REM thesis.)
Anyway, I remember being awake, or seeing my surroundings, but couldn't move, even if I really wanted to. basically sleep paralysis. There wasn't much happening in the room, but at some point, I stared at my night light (or some sort of orange light in my room, near my window) and I just started seizing pretty violently for a couple of seconds. Nothing serious, just ALOT of muscle spasms. after that I was able to shift in my bed and I got back to sleep.

Never had something like it since then and don't think i'll ever will. A really interesting memory.

>>725
Honestly? I don't even dream with a fever. I just sort of go through really draining thought loops until i wake up and then repeat the process. Last time it happened i was just thinking up a train set loop that went all over the place and never got anywhere. I'm not even into trains.

>>945
404 now, huh

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, being one of my favorite poets of all time, and one of the most famous, actually dreamed a mythical vision after using drugs(opium). During that surreal visions he made up an entire poem (Named Kubla Khan) in his mind and upon waking up from that state, he immediately started writing it down. While he was busy composing the poem, a person from Porlock (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Person_from_Porlock) interrupted him, making him to lose the grasp on the poem. After returning from that interruption he couldn't finish the poem. When John Livingston Lowes taught the poem, he told his students "If there is any man in the history of literature who should be hanged, drawn, and quartered, it is the man on business from Porlock."

What I really love about this poem, apart from the description of those mythical visions which STC put in to words masterfully, is the last part of the poem where I believe is a reference to the process of losing the visions of that dream. A regret, an ode to a lost memory, a deep nostalgia that forgot. Something we can all relate to.

(the last part of the poem):

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long,
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I'm too lazy to write all this so watch this part, it's about Carl Jung, Sigmund Freud and the unconscious.

at 26:49

>>1052
schedule some weird surreal sounds to play out loud towards the end of your sleep (just barely loud enough as to not wake you up)

>>1048
create a habit of thinking about dreaming as you fall asleep and a habit of writing them down when you wake up

i heard zinc makes dreams more vivid. i take a mutlivitamin every night before bed and it seems to be working. you should also keep a dream journal and write something in it as soon as you wake up. even if all you write "do not remember so you get in the habit.