/dr/ - Dreams

Bonus: If you just start writing and can't stop and eventually you wrote the whole thing, you can just post it in the general. >>87

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.

been keeping a dream journal and so far all of learned is my dreams are kind of boring. here's one. some typos as i just type these first thing in the morning.
>dreamed i was back in the starbucks roasting plant was just about the only one there so i just stood around until a superior i didnt recognize came in and berated me. gave me a busted computer chip with a cryptic message wrirtten on it to deliver to the mailroom and told me to hurry but with my limp and my having forgotten the layout
(i never knew of a mailroom there in waking life) it took me quite some time to get it there. the mailroom resembled the post office in tahoe. the man was waiting by the mailbox and said he was expecting something very funny so i handed it to him directly. he said it didn't make any sense. went back to green bean loading and there was a fire drill so i grabbed my headphones so i could watch some game dungeon during the wait. ross had a new episode out and was reviewing a bunch of games that had no purpose other than to gratify vore fetishests and pretending not to understand why they were made. passed by some handwritten papers with my brother's name on them and made a mental note to steal them on the way out. i do collect handwritten notes i find in waking life. saw chuck from better call saul and then saul and groaned realizing i was watching a dream episode. we all had to stand on specific points in the parking lot with decals painted on them represnting how many people had died doing your job. lower paid employees had the most decals. jimmy and i had very many, chuck had very few.
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>>1077
chuck and jimmy stood right next to eachother but at times chuck was standing on something elevated. they argued, at one point i was veiwing chuck through a car window that had half a pair of scissors on it. someone told me this was a reference to a line in "clockwork orange" and said it was "next level symbolism" but even in the dream i suspected that was bullshit. chuck said he'd faked his own death which i let slide as i knew it was a dream episode and also just a between season special rather than a proper episode. he and jimmy argued with forced civility until jimmy calmly got up and pressed a half a pair of scissors into chuck's neck and he exploded into giant cockroaches. we then were told to go back to work and a co-worker told me "the steaks are real meat" and i realized steaks were being made of cockroaches these days. i peered into a large bin and it was full of giant cockroaches. i remembered then that freud at once interpreted a fear of rats as being a repressed anal fixation. snatched up the papers pretaining to my brother and ran for the exit. couldnt make anything out and one of the more important looking ones, a notebook with sections for many employees, had only one page in his section that was cut so only the top remained and the rest of the pages about him were in the wrong section. then i was in a large grocery store and an employee had died who people didnt care for but the owner, who had known him for a long time said he would be spared because he had died trying to do something good even though the end result had been quite bad. can't remember what that was but it involved kicking a shoe at an old lady who was now also dead. saw their souls arguing and then the old lady went up to heavan and the employee was pulled back into his body. employee may have been frank from "f is for family" then the owner drew my attention to some sawdust on the ground and i said something along the lines of "yeah, no good?" trying to preemptively agree with him. he then told me the sawdust was a great idea and said "who says you need carpets in a grocery store". thats all i remember.
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I've been dreaming a lot of an ex girlfriend that I dated over a decade ago.

I dreamt I was working in a warehouse helping to move donated supplies in Ukraine and I was a little worried when some jets flew over, but then I woke up.

>>1081
That's a very detailed dream you had, were you perhaps not looking somebody elses life through your dream?

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>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.

>>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

sounds awesome anon

>>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.

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