Stars shining bright above me...
I have been having some really intense dreams lately; I would like to share three of them:
I am stranded in some kind of hostile environment with a group of people, and we are having trouble find food, when one of the groups remembers reading about this one type of bird that is really easy to catch. Having already scoured the island for edible plant life, everyone in the groups is aware that there are several hundred varieties of bird on the island, and the guy who remembered about the birds didn't remember what they looked like or why they were easy to catch. So the group splits up and heads out to try to figure out buy process of elimination, we will try to catch each of the different varieties of bird on the island until we find one that is easy to catch.
So first I find these duck like birds, but they are super oily and they slip right out of my grasp. Next I find these little birds that don't fly, but are kinda fast, but I soon figure out that when they touch the water they can turn into fish and swim away... so no go there. Then I spend a little time staring from behind a rock at a sleeping bird only it is the size of small house, I finally decide NOT to try and catch that one. Then I am walking down a sand dune, and the ground in front of me starts to rumble and up from the sand pops a building, which I proceeded to enter Inside the building I find a large room, like a school gym, and inside it is filled with these furry birds, that are kind of like ostriches without the long neck and small head, and kinda like penguins but fuzzy and with long legs, and again without the small head. They have these really big eyes and long eyelashes and they are really very cute. When I approach one and it starts to fly away it files in slow motion. And apparently can only fly 4 feet or so off the ground, so I reach out and catch him. And he lets me hold him, doesn't struggle or anything.... really just super cute....
So I hear the others heading my way, and I know if they find this room they will kill and eat all the birds, so I find a lever that drops the building back down into the sand, and I pull it. Then one of the birds begins to speak, this did not seem odd in the dream. Basically he told me that they were grateful for me not letting the others eat them, and that they would like to be friends. SO I am not sure what happened then, but I guess I probably lived a long happy with a bunch of furry big eyed bird like creatures.
I am driving down an ally in a residential neighborhood, the car windows are down and I hear a sound.... kinda like whimpering. I stop my car and get out to go investigate the sound, I look all around and I cannot find anything, but I can hear the sound more clearly now, and it is obviously someone crying. After looking around a long time, I decide that I am not going to be able to find them and I start to go back to my car, but my car is gone. When I turn back around there is hill there that wasn't there before, it is very tall, and impossibly steep, I climb the hill, to better search for my car and when I get to the top I find a boy maybe 15 or so knees-to-forehead crying, he hears me and looks up and as soon as he sees me, starts to try and hide the fact that he had been crying. I act like I hadn't heard the sobs, and walk over and ask him how things are going. We talk about a bunch of stuff, and it finally comes out that he was crying over his girlfriend who was leaving him because she had just graduated from college and got a job in China (this did seem a bit strange to me in the dream) I start to tell him a joke about a tortilla to try and cheer him up, but I realize I don't know any jokes about tortillas. I tell him I have to be going and reach out to tussle his hair, but when my hand touches his head he is soaking wet! It startles me at first, but then he tells me that he had been crying so hard he couldn't see where he was going and had fell into a pond.
I look around and notice that it is like 40 degrees out, and he is in shorts and a short sleeved shirt and totally drenched, and then all of sudden he is shivering and his teeth start to chatter. I ask him, if he has any place to go and he says he lives nearby. So we go to my car and I start driving as he gives me directions on where to turn. There is one of the blue water/oil filled see-saw novelty items on the dash, and he picks it up and says is looking at it, and says it’s pretty neat... I tell him that he can have it if he wants. He says thanks, but that he couldn't take it because his parents have a rule against bringing home anything fun. I say "oh" and continue to follow his directions after it has been awhile I ask him where he lives, and it turns out that it is on the other side of the state near Sioux City. So I tell him that I cannot possible drive him that far as I am almost out of gas. We go to my house and he dries off and changes clothes, and then says he really has to get home soon or he will be in trouble.
So I suggest that we could mail him home. He says ok so we go to the post office and he gets in this big box... and give him a couple of pillows and a blanket and start to fold the top flaps in. And the last part I remember is me standing above the box folding the flaps and I can see him sitting kinda looking up at me from inside the box....
So I am walking around a house, it is rather poorly lit, it is an unfamiliar place and I have been asked to find my way through to the other side. There are many turns and dead ends, almost more a maze than a house. Each turn it gets a little darker…. A little darker…. Until finally I look around and see nothing pitch black, I become uncomfortable with not being able to see, I am not worried, because I remember my way back through a few rooms, enough that I can get back to where I can see again. But as I begin to make my way back, I realize that it’s not getting lighter, as I make each turn there is nothingness upon nothingness….. Then I realize that my foot steps are becoming quieter… like I am walking away… NO, my hearing is fading… and soon it is gone. Now blind and deaf hands extended carefully navigating my way back through the many dozens of turns I took to get there, eventually it becomes more and more apparent to me that I am lost, the texture of the walls becomes unfamiliar…. I stumble and fall out away from the wall. I hit my head, and completely lose my bearing. I slowly stand feeling somehow off balance not being able to see or hear, I extend my hands and there is nothing, I move slowly about, in what I can only guess are widening circles but find no wall. I begin to panic, because I KNOW that this room was not this big…. I run screaming silently, and then I am falling there is nothing but the shifting of my organs fighting gravity. I sense a structure coming up, for some reason being hurt from falling is not a problem, and I fall down to that structure. I extend my arms and this time there are walls, I breathe a sigh of relief as I appear to be in some kind of closet. I find the door and carefully pass through it and close it after me. I extend my arms this time to find I am in an even smaller closet, Immediately I see where this is going, I turn around, but to late, as I step back through the door, I am in an even smaller place soon the walls continue to close in…. until I can hardly move, the walls become fluid like a putty, I can no longer move at all, I feel the pressure all around me, The substance begins to invade my body, I choke as it reaches down to fill my lungs, the pressure builds in my ears I begin to panicky the panicky of the suffocating. I feel my self dying…then I can feel the material slowly pushing its way in through my pores, as my skin stretches and begins to break all over, pop…… pop…poppopop. Building like microwave popcorn, each little stinging sensation adds to the next and as the sprinkle accelerates, the pain multiplies… it begins to grow exponentially, I can feel myself being utterly invade, each cell being divide from others, each nerve blasted to a million pieces.
Then I woke up, I tell you what, this is really hard to communicate in writing, but it was SO fucking intense, SO real, I can still feel it. I almost honestly believe I know what those things would feel like, because it’s like it really happened.
So I guess that is what you get for neglecting your lucid dreaming exercises… Its not all pain and whimsy though, there are some errr…..um…. ‘good’ dreams mixed in, but though the intensity is something I wish I could share. It might be illegal
I am stranded in some kind of hostile environment with a group of people, and we are having trouble find food, when one of the groups remembers reading about this one type of bird that is really easy to catch. Having already scoured the island for edible plant life, everyone in the groups is aware that there are several hundred varieties of bird on the island, and the guy who remembered about the birds didn't remember what they looked like or why they were easy to catch. So the group splits up and heads out to try to figure out buy process of elimination, we will try to catch each of the different varieties of bird on the island until we find one that is easy to catch.
So first I find these duck like birds, but they are super oily and they slip right out of my grasp. Next I find these little birds that don't fly, but are kinda fast, but I soon figure out that when they touch the water they can turn into fish and swim away... so no go there. Then I spend a little time staring from behind a rock at a sleeping bird only it is the size of small house, I finally decide NOT to try and catch that one. Then I am walking down a sand dune, and the ground in front of me starts to rumble and up from the sand pops a building, which I proceeded to enter Inside the building I find a large room, like a school gym, and inside it is filled with these furry birds, that are kind of like ostriches without the long neck and small head, and kinda like penguins but fuzzy and with long legs, and again without the small head. They have these really big eyes and long eyelashes and they are really very cute. When I approach one and it starts to fly away it files in slow motion. And apparently can only fly 4 feet or so off the ground, so I reach out and catch him. And he lets me hold him, doesn't struggle or anything.... really just super cute....
So I hear the others heading my way, and I know if they find this room they will kill and eat all the birds, so I find a lever that drops the building back down into the sand, and I pull it. Then one of the birds begins to speak, this did not seem odd in the dream. Basically he told me that they were grateful for me not letting the others eat them, and that they would like to be friends. SO I am not sure what happened then, but I guess I probably lived a long happy with a bunch of furry big eyed bird like creatures.
I am driving down an ally in a residential neighborhood, the car windows are down and I hear a sound.... kinda like whimpering. I stop my car and get out to go investigate the sound, I look all around and I cannot find anything, but I can hear the sound more clearly now, and it is obviously someone crying. After looking around a long time, I decide that I am not going to be able to find them and I start to go back to my car, but my car is gone. When I turn back around there is hill there that wasn't there before, it is very tall, and impossibly steep, I climb the hill, to better search for my car and when I get to the top I find a boy maybe 15 or so knees-to-forehead crying, he hears me and looks up and as soon as he sees me, starts to try and hide the fact that he had been crying. I act like I hadn't heard the sobs, and walk over and ask him how things are going. We talk about a bunch of stuff, and it finally comes out that he was crying over his girlfriend who was leaving him because she had just graduated from college and got a job in China (this did seem a bit strange to me in the dream) I start to tell him a joke about a tortilla to try and cheer him up, but I realize I don't know any jokes about tortillas. I tell him I have to be going and reach out to tussle his hair, but when my hand touches his head he is soaking wet! It startles me at first, but then he tells me that he had been crying so hard he couldn't see where he was going and had fell into a pond.
I look around and notice that it is like 40 degrees out, and he is in shorts and a short sleeved shirt and totally drenched, and then all of sudden he is shivering and his teeth start to chatter. I ask him, if he has any place to go and he says he lives nearby. So we go to my car and I start driving as he gives me directions on where to turn. There is one of the blue water/oil filled see-saw novelty items on the dash, and he picks it up and says is looking at it, and says it’s pretty neat... I tell him that he can have it if he wants. He says thanks, but that he couldn't take it because his parents have a rule against bringing home anything fun. I say "oh" and continue to follow his directions after it has been awhile I ask him where he lives, and it turns out that it is on the other side of the state near Sioux City. So I tell him that I cannot possible drive him that far as I am almost out of gas. We go to my house and he dries off and changes clothes, and then says he really has to get home soon or he will be in trouble.
So I suggest that we could mail him home. He says ok so we go to the post office and he gets in this big box... and give him a couple of pillows and a blanket and start to fold the top flaps in. And the last part I remember is me standing above the box folding the flaps and I can see him sitting kinda looking up at me from inside the box....
So I am walking around a house, it is rather poorly lit, it is an unfamiliar place and I have been asked to find my way through to the other side. There are many turns and dead ends, almost more a maze than a house. Each turn it gets a little darker…. A little darker…. Until finally I look around and see nothing pitch black, I become uncomfortable with not being able to see, I am not worried, because I remember my way back through a few rooms, enough that I can get back to where I can see again. But as I begin to make my way back, I realize that it’s not getting lighter, as I make each turn there is nothingness upon nothingness….. Then I realize that my foot steps are becoming quieter… like I am walking away… NO, my hearing is fading… and soon it is gone. Now blind and deaf hands extended carefully navigating my way back through the many dozens of turns I took to get there, eventually it becomes more and more apparent to me that I am lost, the texture of the walls becomes unfamiliar…. I stumble and fall out away from the wall. I hit my head, and completely lose my bearing. I slowly stand feeling somehow off balance not being able to see or hear, I extend my hands and there is nothing, I move slowly about, in what I can only guess are widening circles but find no wall. I begin to panic, because I KNOW that this room was not this big…. I run screaming silently, and then I am falling there is nothing but the shifting of my organs fighting gravity. I sense a structure coming up, for some reason being hurt from falling is not a problem, and I fall down to that structure. I extend my arms and this time there are walls, I breathe a sigh of relief as I appear to be in some kind of closet. I find the door and carefully pass through it and close it after me. I extend my arms this time to find I am in an even smaller closet, Immediately I see where this is going, I turn around, but to late, as I step back through the door, I am in an even smaller place soon the walls continue to close in…. until I can hardly move, the walls become fluid like a putty, I can no longer move at all, I feel the pressure all around me, The substance begins to invade my body, I choke as it reaches down to fill my lungs, the pressure builds in my ears I begin to panicky the panicky of the suffocating. I feel my self dying…then I can feel the material slowly pushing its way in through my pores, as my skin stretches and begins to break all over, pop…… pop…poppopop. Building like microwave popcorn, each little stinging sensation adds to the next and as the sprinkle accelerates, the pain multiplies… it begins to grow exponentially, I can feel myself being utterly invade, each cell being divide from others, each nerve blasted to a million pieces.
Then I woke up, I tell you what, this is really hard to communicate in writing, but it was SO fucking intense, SO real, I can still feel it. I almost honestly believe I know what those things would feel like, because it’s like it really happened.
So I guess that is what you get for neglecting your lucid dreaming exercises… Its not all pain and whimsy though, there are some errr…..um…. ‘good’ dreams mixed in, but though the intensity is something I wish I could share. It might be illegal