watched it after reading this comment. kind of close, but the hand appeared a long time before i started lucid dreaming, so the whole premise of it being because of astral projecting is different, but i also feel like the eyes i saw had no comprehension of time, so perhaps it knew, although im not sure if i think it is really something paranormal. id like to hear opinions, i love talking about dreams i had, although mine were the most frightening thing ive ever experienced.
for those interested, i was using stumbleupon the other day and i came across a story about sleep deprivation. its odd that i found this because it reminds me exactly of what i saw in the eyes of the figure in my dream(dream is a page back, look for wall of text)
this is a long post, but i think its interesting for those who appreciate dreams. this isnt a creepypasta or anything like that, its my actual story and i swear to you its every bit true.
ive been lucid dreaming for about 2 years now, although most of the time its not lucid but ive trained myself to recall most of my dreams, and i can remember a few every night.
however, recently i experienced something that made me a bit afraid to lucid dream again. a little background is necessary to put the pieces together. about 5 years ago i was living in a house that was haunted, mostly in my bedroom. i experienced alot of things but the only thing that relates to the dream is that one morning i woke up, stood up to stretch and noticed a small hand mark on my left arm. it looked as if the hand had been there the whole night and was very red and was indented in, like if you sleep with clothes crumpled up beneath u and it leaves that mark. anyway, the hand had only a thumb and two fingers, and looked like a childs hand. it was a left hand, and it was imprinted on my left bicep (therefore impossible for it to have been my hand, it was very distinct and i tried to recreate it but couldnt). i wasnt able to get a witness because by the time i got downstairs it was gone.
anyway about a month ago i had the first dream. i dreamt that i woke up to go get a glass of water, and immediately i realized i was inside a dream. i looked down to realize i had no body, then saw my body still lying in bed behind me. i went out of my room and started wandering my house, things seemed to be happening just like they normally do at my house, i saw my brothers playing xbox and all that jazz. this dream was the clearest i had ever experienced, and my dreams are pretty vivid. the thing that was different about this one though was that i could not control my surroundings, at all. i could only control what i did, which is very unusual for me, idk if anyone else has had a dream like that but it was new to me. i decided to leave my house so i started to fly over my field. not long after i left the house i began to feel a burn on my arm that was excruciating. i felt like it was melting my skin and i wanted to cut my arm off rather than deal with the pain. id never experienced pain in a dream before, but id experienced other feelings i didnt think were possible in dreams beforehand. i decided the best idea was to go back to my body and wake up. when i entered my room i saw a figure standing next to my bed.
the figure was completely black. although that is an understatement. it was a void, completely absent of any color or reflection. from the shape it looked like an 11 year old boy. my body was looking directly into the face of it with my eyes open, and completely glazed over grey. the figure was holding my arm (the same one that burned, and still did). it didnt notice that i entered, so i assumed it couldnt see me, i only felt a little safe because i knew it was my dream. i floated to the wall beside my body and looked into the face of the figure and saw the eyes, that couldnt be seen unless looking directly at the face, because the eyes seemed to be looking out from far into the void of the body, rather than being on it. i looked into its eyes, and it made me feel like id never see anything beautiful again. an image flashed in my mind right after i started to look into them. it was an image but it carried alot more than sight. i saw 2 men, trapped in a cell together, who had lost all hope of ever living a life outside the room, and each of them refused sleep in fear that the other would kill them, and each of them was planning on killing the other based on this fear. i started to hear a whispering in my head that got progressively louder, until it became a shout, and yanked me off the bed. i woke up as soon as it started pulling, and got that feeling that i was still being pulled sideways (ive experienced falling backwards when waking, but sideways was new.)
the second dream was worse. much worse. my best friend carley was staying over at my house and was sleeping with me in my bed. once again i woke up and started to go get a drink, this time however i did not realize it was a dream and when i looked back i was not in my bed like last time, it was just carley. i remember thinking how beautiful she looked and how much i was gonna miss her (i was bringing her to the airport later that week, so it was about the last time id see her) before i walked out. i got a drink and when i came back the black figure was in the room and the walls were covered with blood. its was tearing carley apart, ripping off her skin and hair and tearing out organs. i could hear her screaming to help in the beggining, and i could even feel the warmth of the blood that was getting on me. i stood in shock for a second and tried to jump on the back of the figure, in hopes off pulling it away. the second my body made contact with the figure, the burn came back, but it went through every part of my body. i felt like i could feel every individual cell in my body exploding. i fell to the ground and started crying because i couldnt budge the figure an inch or stop its rage. i started hitting it with my fist, and it felt like i was punching underwater, but even slower. every hit i made did nothing except send shots of pain down the bones of my arm. i shouted "why are you doing this" and it stopped, turned to me and stared at me with those ****ing eyes that i see in every dark corner and i heard the voice in my head yell "BECAUSE YOUR MINE"
i think its funny when people use arguments against weed about crime and how in mexico people are dying because of us kids wanting to get stoned. which is a stupid argument because weed isnt much of the problem there anyway and its only a cost of prohibition of marijuana rather than its usage. anything there is a demand for will have people to sell it, and the government needs to realize it.
i dont know if many people use that argument. it just came to my mind because i got in an argument with a teacher about why it should be legalized and he said that to me. there are barely any arguments for it being illegal that are based off fact but i can think of plenty of reasons why it should be legal
Promise me DT, that you will never eat a grilled cheese while tripping. just promise me
I think I might be smoking weed wrong. Apparentely an average hit is like 1/20th of a gram? I usually buy 1.3g at a time and that lasts me for like a week with like 20 hits each time I go. Am I taking too small of hits or what? I get pretty high usually...
well, 1.3 grams is about 3-4 bowls in my pipe, wouldnt last me a week but thats just me lol. if your using a metal piece it may have an air leak or something which causes it to not burn as well. cant be sure without seeing you hit. just fill your mouth up a couple times with smoke rather than sucking straight down that way you can feel how much you get
hey any experienced weed cookers here? i have about 1g of bud left and i wanna cook it, since ive never tried it before and i have the house to myself. i have no peanut butter for firecrackers and i dont wanna go as far as making brownies or anything. should i just make a little cannabutter and spread it on toast or something? how would i make cannabutter with such a small ammount of bud, all the recipes say like 1/2 oz or so>.<
yesterday my friend bought an oz to share with all her friends, shes not a big smoker herself. but anyway last night we smoked so much out of this sick grav bong. we hit that thing all night=) i love marijuana.
hey guys im wondering if there are any former growers who could help me out. anyone know a good online site for light fixtures for growing that is reliable. ive found a couple but i find online buying very sketchy (not because its weed, i just dont trust sites i dont know).
other than that, anyone have any tips for my friend on growing, HE has pretty much done all the research and HE is planning on growing white widow to start.
alright, i got the solution for you, you can thank me in anyway you please im just talking from personal experience.
next time you see her and joe together, when he opens his mouth wide enough while talking, just stick your dick in his mouth, he will be so embarassed and sexually traumatized he will break up with her because he doesnt wanna deal with that shit. or you could get a big black guy to do it. you can never EVER feel masculine after you get your face raped by a large black man.
i love hardstyle techno, and i know this weekend qlimax is coming up, but it is sooooo far away from me=( im wondering if there are any concerts like Qlimax or sensation black/white in the usa, especially the new england area, i wanna go to something like that it just seems so fun and i love the music, if anyone knows anything please let me know=P although i dont think many people here are into hardstyle or trance
now i just trade beer for weed usually, i havent bought a sack in months. like ill just bring a 12 pack and people will have bud usually. but back when i used to buy and even buy larger amounts like ounces on a regular basis, i realized one thing.
friendship and business do not mix. several of my friends deal anyway, but never have a friend front u anything or vice versa. if ur gonna buy from a friend, just buy straight up. ive seen countless disputes between several of my friends who sold together. i was never in any tho.
very true, like i said i buy from my friend but i dont ask him to front me. one time i was short 10 so he fronted me that but i just payed him back the next day cause it was no big deal. everytime i hear about a friend fronting another friend it just causes problems. if im smoking with him as a friend then hes a friend, if im buying weed its strictly business
My best friend was my dealer for a long time before I moved. It was awesome, I got free weed and good deals all the time (also never got ripped off).
same, my dealer is a friend ive known since preschool and lives on the opposite side of my block lol. i get good deals and get to use his huge bong and such, plus i just smoke with him all the time, pretty cool shit when you just have alot of weed and dont have to worry about conservation, we just grab a handfull out of a garbage bag and go to town
I sincerely doubt many people outside of the drug culture even know that morning glories can be taken as a drug.
Assuming you havne't done most of those drugs, don't combine all them. Stick to weed and one psychedelic or ecstasy.
No, just no. If you really don't have the freewill to turn down a gram of pot, you probably shouldn't be doing drugs at all.
oh yeah i know, its gonna be a full weekend party. we already have it planned, what we are gonna do. ive done E and acid so i decided im gonna combine them for the last day, candyflipping i believe its called?
i want to do lsa as well, but thats just on my list of shit. im a bit nervous going to get seeds as a 16 yr old kid wont that look really suspicious?
anyway, my friend is leaving to north dakota for a long time so we are gonna throw a going away party. not a real party. just a few people doing alot of drugs lol. saving my money for that party. planning on doing nitrous, salvia, lsd, x, shrooms and alot of weed! gonna be awesome!
douche. i cant ****ing stand people who steal shit from people. its one thing from a big store or something but from other people its just a douchebag thing. a kid the other day took 40 bucks from me, i hope the same thing that i did to him happens to you, you little shit.
I wasn't calling you an idiot by any means, sorry if I came off rude, I didn't mean too.
I think though that you're diving too deep into a proverbial rabbit hole.
Details, views, and interpretations of reality do not change the reality itself.
Example, someone gets shot in the head and dies.
Now one person says they killed themselves, another says it was an accident while cleaning the gun, and yet another states that it was murder.
All details and view points aside, a person still has a bullet in their head and is no longer alive. That is reality, you can not change that fact no matter what.
Some people think mountains are beautiful and amazing, others think them a pile of rocks. Some people like cats, some like dogs, all of these ways of thinking don't change what a mountain, dog, or cat are in reality.
So in a way, I agree with what you're saying, but not in the broad sense of everything is just percieved reality.
i see your point and i think we can both be right. what we think of a cat or dog doesnt change what they are in plain reality, but how we feel about a cat or dog determines what we really "See" (not visually, but how we comprehend it.
i didnt think you were being rude either btw, didnt say it meaning that you called me an idiot, just saying that im not delusional in thinking that im the first person to think in such a way=P
but its funny. in reality i simply typed "im not an idiot" but you didnt see that, you saw a meaning behind it, that meaning isnt the same as what i meant, so what mattered more, what you saw or what it actually is or what i think it meant? why im going into this? i dont know but i think its interesting to think about=P glad to have this little conversation
I do believe it's false in pretty much every sense of the word. To me, every drug is just a forced chemical reaction taking place in your body.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Trying to "make sense of it all" is, to me, a lazy way to try to get into your head.
If you could control the way people feel or the trips they get from substances and inflicted the same trip on a thousand people, there would probably be a thousand different meanings to the same trip.
To me it's just a trip, a movie shown for my amusement.
If I need to get into my head, I'll do it my way where I control things and can figure out what I need to figure out.
not what im trying to say at all. but validates my true meaning.
hard to explain it in text you have to feel it, and i know its been thought of before, im not an idiot.
edit: to go into more detail, i used drugs as an example more than the center of the idea. the point i was trying to get across is that we never as people truely see what reality is, we may see it with our eyes but we dont experience any reality, we experience our interpretation and our emotions. so really, our reality is just what we interpret from whatever is going on, wether it is chemically induced or what we see it makes no difference, one is just as real to our minds as the other.
im still not explaining myself right, i cant find the right words what you said about people interpreting trips differently. i believe is exactly the same as real life situations. what "really" happens makes no difference to us, only how we decide to deal with whatever information we are given.
On the subject of this, a lot of the time when i was stoned on my own and just lying down with my eyes closed i would have flashbacks of totally random memories of completely obscure moments in my life, like things which i would never have thought of again ever. Sometimes i would also have flashbacks of dreams i had when i was a child too but i would forget them within seconds.
It's shit like that which makes me believe that everything you have ever experienced is stored deep in your subconscious, the vast majority of the time you will never think of these things again, but sometimes you do.
Does anyone else have this when they're high?
every single time i smoke i get flashbacks of when i was really little. i think of things i never ever think about now and dont even remember, thats why i love weed, it gives me the feeling of being an innocent child without any worries of the world, its a great feeling