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#1
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?


So I've been having some crazy dreams lately. Some of them I cannot explain some of them I can (sort of). I have always been kinda fascinated by them though. What they mean, what they don't mean and what they could mean.

What have you been dreaming about lately? Do you think dreams have some meaning or are they just random visions while your brain sorts the day's information? Are you capable of lucid dreaming??

Here's my weird dream story (put it in spoiler tag for you who don't give a sh i t about my story):
When I was a kid, I kept having a reccuring dream of me dying in a car under various circumstances (some of them included me being naked). Last year I was in a pretty major car accident, when we were driving with some friends and we hit a bus in high speed. Luckily, we got out of it alive with some minor injuries, but the car was absolutely trashed. I remember the moment when we hit the bus, the impact was so strong that it knocked me unconscious for a few moments and I somehow thought I was dead. But then I felt like I heard someone saying "not yet" like I wasn't meant to die yet like I had something to do here first. And then I came to my senses. I don't know if it was my imagination, if I put this into my head after the shock of the accident, or if I really heard it. Either way it was pretty spooky.


Discuss dreams.
#3
My dreams are almost always rather nonsensical, although the places seem to be familiar. Every now and then there comes a movie-like dream, which almost makes sense. Those times I refuse to wake up as I want to know how the movie ends, even though I know it is a dream.
#5
I've been watching so much trailer park boys lately that those guys are showing up in my dreams now
Sail upon the open skies
#6
One word first, my Una, in regard to man’s general condition at this epoch. You will remember that one or two of the wise among our forefathers — wise in fact, although not in the world’s esteem — had ventured to doubt the propriety of the term “improvement,” as applied to the progress of our civilization. There were periods in each of the five or six centuries immediately preceding our dissolution, when arose some vigorous intellect, boldly contending for those principles whose truth appears now, to our disenfranchised reason, so utterly obvious — principles which should have taught our race to submit to the guidance of the natural laws, rather than attempt their control. At long intervals some master-minds appeared, looking upon each advance in practical science as a retro-gradation in the true utility. Occasionally the poetic intellect — that intellect which we now feel to have been the most exalted of all — since those truths which to us were of the most enduring importance could only be reached by that analogy which speaks in proof-tones to the imagination alone, and to the unaided reason bears no weight — occasionally did this poetic intellect proceed a step farther in the evolving of the vague idea of the philosophic, and find in the mystic parable that tells of the tree of knowledge, and of its forbidden fruit, death-producing, a distinct intimation that knowledge was not meet for man in the infant condition of his soul. And these men — the poets — living and perishing amid the scorn of the “utilitarians” — of rough pedants, who arrogated to themselves a title which could have been properly applied only to the scorned — these men, the poets, pondered piningly, yet not unwisely, upon the ancient days when our wants were not more simple than our enjoyments were keen — days when mirth was a word unknown, so solemnly deep-toned was happiness — holy, august and blissful days, when blue rivers ran undammed, between hills unhewn, into far forest solitudes, primæval, odorous, and unexplored.

Yet these noble exceptions from the general misrule served but to strengthen it by opposition. Alas! we had fallen upon the most evil of all our evil days. The great “movement” — that was the cant term — went on: a diseased commotion, moral and physical. Art — the Arts — arose supreme, and, once enthroned, cast chains upon the intellect which had elevated them to power. Man, because he could not but acknowledge the majesty of Nature, fell into childish exultation at his acquired and still-increasing dominion over her elements. Even while he stalked a God in his own fancy, an infantine imbecility came over him. As might be supposed from the origin of his disorder, he grew infected with system, and with abstraction. He enwrapped himself in generalities. Among other odd ideas, that of universal equality gained ground; and in the face of analogy and of God — in despite of the loud warning voice of the laws of gradation so visibly pervading all things in Earth and Heaven — wild attempts at an omni-prevalent Democracy were made. Yet this evil sprang necessarily from the leading evil, Knowledge. Man could not both know and succumb. Meantime huge smoking cities arose, innumerable. Green leaves shrank before the hot breath of furnaces. The fair face of Nature was deformed as with the ravages of some loathsome disease. And methinks, sweet Una, even our slumbering sense of the forced and of the far-fetched might have arrested us here. But now it appears that we had worked out our own destruction in the perversion of our taste, or rather in the blind neglect of its culture in the schools. For, in truth, it was at this crisis that taste alone — that faculty which, holding a middle position between the pure intellect and the moral sense, could never safely have been disregarded — it was now that taste alone could have led us gently back to Beauty, to Nature, and to Life. But alas for the pure contemplative spirit and majestic intuition of Plato! Alas for the μουσικη which he justly regarded as an all-sufficient education for the soul! Alas for him and for it! — since both were most desperately needed when both were most entirely forgotten or despised.

Pascal, a philosopher whom we both love, has said, how truly! — “que tout notre raisonnement se réduit à céder au sentiment;” and it is not impossible that the sentiment of the natural, had time permitted it, would have regained its old ascendancy over the harsh mathematical reason of the schools. But this thing was not to be. Prematurely induced by intemperance of knowledge, the old age of the world drew on. This the mass of mankind saw not, or, living lustily although unhappily, affected not to see. But, for myself, the Earth’s records had taught me to look for widest ruin as the price of highest civilization. I had imbibed a prescience of our Fate from comparison of China the simple and enduring, with Assyria the architect, with Egypt the astrologer, with Nubia, more crafty than either, the turbulent mother of all Arts. In history† of these regions I met with a ray from the Future. The individual artificialities of the three latter were local diseases of the Earth, and in their individual overthrows we had seen local remedies applied; but for the infected world at large I could anticipate no regeneration save in death. That man, as a race, should not become extinct, I saw that he must be “born again.”

And now it was, fairest and dearest, that we wrapped our spirits, daily, in dreams. Now it was that, in twilight, we discoursed of the days to come, when the Art-scarred surface of the Earth, having undergone that purification‡ which alone could efface its rectangular obscenities, should clothe itself anew in the verdure and the mountain-slopes and the smiling waters of Paradise, and be rendered at length a fit dwelling-place for man — for man the Death-purged — for man to whose now exalted intellect there should be poison in knowledge no more — for the redeemed, regenerated, blissful, and now immortal, but still for the material, man.
#7
I don't dream but when I do, I usually imagine myself falling off a building and scaring myself awake.


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I've been watching so much trailer park boys lately that those guys are showing up in my dreams now



Randy is a sexy mofo. Im not surprised.
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My culture is worthless and absolutely inferior to the almighty Leaf.


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#8
Most my dreams are weird not-sex dreams, but nearly sex-dreams with girls I know.

Last nights one was that I met up with a girl I knew in an expensive hotel in Dubai and then went back to her bedroom and played Skyrim all night. That is just weird.
#9
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Most my dreams are weird not-sex dreams, but nearly sex-dreams with girls I know.

Last nights one was that I met up with a girl I knew in an expensive hotel in Dubai and then went back to her bedroom and played Skyrim all night. That is just weird.



your dreams are obviously telling you that you're too much of a nerd
#10
I've had some ... strange ... dreams.

One involved the Chuckle Brothers. No, not in that way. They had a gun, and they were arguing over who got to use it. I guess they were planning to shoot somebody, but I don't think I ever found out who.

And then there was that time that I dreamt about an AI ally in Age of Empires II sending its villagers into my base and mining my gold deposits. Mine. What an asshole.
#11
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I don't dream but when I do, I usually imagine myself falling off a building and scaring myself awake.

Falling usually means that you feel some certain aspect of your life slipping out of your control and your fear of losing it completely.
#12
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Falling usually means that you feel some certain aspect of your life slipping out of your control and your fear of losing it completely.


Sounds about right. I'm a mess.
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My culture is worthless and absolutely inferior to the almighty Leaf.


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I incurred the wrath of the Association of White Knights. Specifically the Parent's Basement branch of service.
#13
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Sounds about right. I'm a mess.
Don'T worry man, I have these dreams often as well...
#14
I haven't been remembering my dreams lately. I've been too stressed out about school and work, so I've been smoking weed before sleep and that just kills my dream recall.


When I practice for a few months, I start to remember 5-6 dreams a night, with some being long and very detailed. I used to write them down and I have a journal full of long, crazy dreams that sound like they came straight from a Lovecraft novel.
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I haven't been remembering my dreams lately. I've been too stressed out about school and work, so I've been smoking weed before sleep and that just kills my dream recall.


When I practice for a few months, I start to remember 5-6 dreams a night, with some being long and very detailed. I used to write them down and I have a journal full of long, crazy dreams that sound like they came straight from a Lovecraft novel.
Wow that's impressive, try to make a song from those dreams, could be cool
#16
Don't remember what I was just dreaming about (woke up an hour and a half ago).

The dreams I do remember are usually pretty weird and traumatic with all this symbolism and shit. Half the time it's people I know betraying me and I die at the end. #trustissues

Though I sometimes get the boring mundane kind too.
#18
I sometimes dream pretty apocalyptic stuff with demons and aliens and sh i t. And sometimes I dream about leaving my pants in a pub and having to run through the whole town with no pants on to get them back.
#19
Quote by Pastafarian96
I was bed ridden with the flu and was so doped up on painkillers that I dreamt I was a sandwich.

Ham on white bread.



Yeah, that's exactly what you would be if you were a sandwich. Your sub conscious has done well
#20
I haven't remembered any interesting dreams lately, but I tend to have a lot of cool dreams involving exploring pretty environments my mind creates. I've had a lot of dreams turns lucid too, but I usually wake up right after.
#21
I don't remember ever having dreams about falling (except those involving tin cans, more of this later), but apparently it is very common. I guess nothing's ever slipping out of my control. One dream I remember particularly well though, where I died in a store, killed by falling pyramid of tin cans.
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#22
last night i dreamt that somebody loved me
i don't know why i feel so dry
#23
I usually remember my dreams very vividly and a lot of times they are pretty strange.

I've had a re-occurring dream of planes crashing, and it's not like, me on a crashing plane, it's me looking up in the sky by my house and I see 5 to 6 jet liners in different parts of the sky and they are all just falling, smoke billowing and whatnot...its pretty terrifying.

Then there's the other re-occurring dream where off in the distance I just see a mushroom cloud and know I'm soon to be dead.

Haven't had either in awhile though thankfully.
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#25
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I sometimes dream pretty apocalyptic stuff with demons and aliens and sh i t. And sometimes I dream about leaving my pants in a pub and having to run through the whole town with no pants on to get them back.


I have a lot of dreams in the first category and have had a few in the second category. Like that dream where I got beat up by ten people and they stole my clothes but I went to school anyway like it was normal. In the dream I somehow thought it was a perfectly normal thing to do. I sat down with my friends at lunch and they were like 'wtf is wrong with you' and I was like 'what are you talking about?'.

Obviously symbolic of my sense of freedom and confidence in my 11/10 body.
#26
I can't usually remember my dreams, I think maybe they're so traumatic that my brain refuses to remember them.
#27
Last night, I dreamt that I was I was transferring images for my sexy friend into her computer and a lot of them were pornographic images of her. She said I could keep them if I wanted, then I woke up.
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#28
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Last night, I dreamt that I was I was transferring images for my sexy friend into her computer and a lot of them were pornographic images of her. She said I could keep them if I wanted, then I woke up.


lol
#31
I'm an expert in interpreting dreams.

I can teach you to be an expert.

Ready?

Here you go.


THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING!


You're welcome.
“Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge.”
Charles Darwin
#32
My first dream of 2015 was dream sex with a friend. I told her and she thought it was funny.

It was the best dream sex I ever had, by the way.
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#33
Almost all my dreams are lucid. I don't get the benefit of being psychoanalyzed.
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#34
i smoke weed at night, so i don't really dream too often.

i've also only been getting 5 hours since i started this new job.

when i do dream, it doesn't make any sense. all the people i used to know from high school and middle school are in the dream, plus others, and we're all trying to get to an airport or something in an SUV that looks normal on the outside, but when you get inside it's like a stretch limo and there are extra doors that weren't on the outside.

then there was the dream i still haven't been able to decipher where i was a young attractive girl having sex with a wrinkly old man...

...

really. that was a dream i had and i'm afraid to find out what it might mean.
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then there was the dream i still haven't been able to decipher where i was a young attractive girl having sex with a wrinkly old man...

...

really. that was a dream i had and i'm afraid to find out what it might mean.



Don't worry, it's not unusual to dream ****ed up things like that. At least I hope.....I've had dreams where I've killed my friends, had sexual encounters with family, beat up old people, etc.


but like I said I used to remember 5+ dreams every night, some in great detail. We probably all do so much weird stuff in dreams that we just don't remember
#36
most of my dreams involve me getting murdered by someone or dying from some sort of accident. other times it's pointless shit that for some reason scares me enough to cause me to wake up with a panic attack

i've also never had a sex dream where i actually have sex, because right before i get to that point i'll wake up

dreams fucking suck
#37
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when i do dream, it doesn't make any sense. all the people i used to know from high school and middle school are in the dream, plus others, and we're all trying to get to an airport or something in an SUV that looks normal on the outside, but when you get inside it's like a stretch limo and there are extra doors that weren't on the outside.


this happens a lot to me too.

fortunately I've only had like three sex dreams (that I remember) and they were all with people who I don't even know who they are (probably random people I saw on the street or something) and they were all people around my age.

I can't remember any dream where I deliberately do really ****ed up shit. Closest one was I was in my middle school gym class and for some reason we were using airsoft guns in our class. Some girl shot me and I was "out" and I was a twat about it, so when she turned her back I went to shoot and suddenly a real ****ing bullet comes out and she just drops dead in front of me. Then I start sobbing, and the rest of the class notices and suddenly their guns are real too and they are shooting at me for revenge. I kill all of them and lock myself in the locker room, resigned to my fate waiting for the police to come get me.

I posted this on UG and everyone laughed at me, saying they imagined the Hank Hill shocked face lol.
#38
I have dreams from the generally weird, to the totally fucked up.

I had a dream a few nights ago that was like a cross between The X-Men and LOTR.
I was a mutant with batwings in it.
And it had the stereotypical/fantasy ninjas in it.
Jennifer Lawrence was in it too. Her mutant power was Legolas like vision and could see for miles and around corners. Dumb bitch didn't see the ninjas that were hiding in the canyon though.
Kate Mulgrew was in it too.
(And yes, I'm serious about all of the above).

I sometimes have dreams (nightmares really) that I'm back working in the prison.
Those usually wake me up and I can't go back to sleep for a few hours afterwards.
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#39
I dreamt that I was half-naked with Jennifer Lopez and ready to get it on, but she was turned off by Jim Carrey always jumping into the room to try to catch us on the act. So nothing happened.

And in this other dream I was in the military and I kept forgetting things and just being an incompetent soldier, so the whole dream I was worried that I'm gonna get my ass kicked.
#40
i actually had this really crazy dream a while back that played out like a dystopian science fiction movie. i kinda wanna get it on paper because it was really cool and even had a nice twist at the end.
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