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 Lycaeum Dream Diary

[roma's ghost]

This is cool idea...  You guys have some interesting dreams.

I dreamt that I was spending the night in a greenhouse, and my cousin was there, too, and in the morning I saw this really tiny bunny that kept hopping around, reeeally fast, and my cousin said she never saw it.  I was like, are you serious, it's right there!  And while I was pointing to it, it scampered over and bit the tip of my finger, and I noticed that its head was half off its neck, and I was like, ew.  Sick. 

Then my cousin laughed at me and we drank some tea.

[Drunken Uncle]

^^^Could be some new kind of lord of the rings.

God I wish, You know how close I live to Peter Jackson, it isn't funny. Actually a guy I was friends with in High School's Dad used to be Peters best friend, used to because he is dead now. New Zealand is a small place.

My dream life is much more active than my social life, has been for years, I have a fantastic surreal life in my dreams.

Its funny though, I skateboard worse in my dreams than I do in real life. I am always skating in my dreams, but in my dreams I have lost the skill.

[starshadow]

Ok, 2 nights ago I got my 3rd lucid dream... or maybe not. Anyway, the core was like this:

'I park my car near a harbour and go off somewhere. Later I return and can't find my car. The car park is huge and I walk over to where I think I dumped my car. Nothing. I then realize that I prob left it where I came from. I'm a bit fed up and any way my feet hurt. AT this point I think 'well, I'm dreaming so why not fly?' I take a deep breath and lightly jump up into the air and it works. So I start flying over to the other side of the car park but get more and more 'lucid' as I go. I realize that I'm lucid dreaming but decide I should test this by a voluntary act. I decide that the best test is to kiss a girl. So, I buzz down to a bus which is waiting for more passengers, climb on board and there's a slim, dark-haired girl there. I realize that maybe there is some kind of protocol to follow, even tho it's a dream and she isn't real, so say 'Excuse me, but d'you mind if I give you a kiss?' She says, 'Um, er, well, yeah, ok. ' So we have a very nice kiss and I say thanks and float off looking for my car again, under the impression that the test worked and I really am lucid dreaming. I find my car and wake up.'

I'd like to add that maybe it wasn't a lucid dream, maybe I was just dreaming I was in a lucid dream, because since when has it been the case that a guy in his right mind is more interested in where his car is in favor of kissing pretty girls? Especially when it's just a banged up old Opel .

[temporarilyinremission]

I've had dreams very similar to that... where I am going about, doing something very mundane, when all of a sudden there is this additional spark of awareness added to the mix.. and, YUP, I do test that level of awareness by instantly conjuring/finding a female of desire within the dream world, who I proceed to try and kiss/fool around with. But what is funny is when I find this girl in a situation like you mentioned, on a crowded bus or in a restuarant. Even though I have already confirmed to myself that yes, this is a dream, I can never bring my dream self to actually press clothes removal and sex, because of all the strangers. But they are just me, right? So why the pussy attitude? I think it's lame. Who cares who sees me screw in my dreams. Its just me dreaming it. Blech.

My memory of dreams the last couple days can be compared to a bowl of left over shredded wheat. there are only a few bites left, but by now the milk and shredded wheat have congealed into some sort of mucus like fiberous substance, so I know that at one point there was cereal in the bowl, i just no longer can identify what kind. Read: I know I dreamt, I have the last second scents and flavorings, but I do not know the dish they were spicing.

I need caffiene.

[the Mad Scientist]

There is just that click point in all you's guys's dreams that seems pretty in line with my (one) experience lucid dreaming, where first it's like,

'holy shit. fuck'

and then right after, you are like,

'where woman!?'   


been going to sleep not very sober lately and haven't been able to have quality dream time.  but sometimes real life is enough for me.  if I ever get back into dream journals and trying to lucid dream, I will hopefully get past that initial sex fiend faze and do some cool things.

like two chicks at the same time, man.

[starshadow]

Glad to hear I'm not alone in deciding, in the dream world, that the empirical, objective, scientific, and deeply rigourous test of lucid dreaming is kissing girls  Hell, it could be worse, right?

Of course, El Duce, you've really got it together: 2 girls=twice as rigorous.

Raises an interesting question for any of the female members of the Lyc: if you ever lucid dream, what do YOU do?

[temporarilyinremission]

Start an argument? 

[the Mad Scientist]

^ lol.

it's a good question though.

[zen lunatic]

Had another flight dream last night. Realized I was dreaming, decided to try to fly into outer space, lost my ability to fly half way up, and fell incredibly fast to my death. Awoke in my bed, looked at a photo with my friends in it and started reliving the memory. Nothing too interesting happened after that, and my roommate woke me up by playing his guitar.

[starshadow]

Start an argument? 

  I confess I was unreconstructedly thinking 'Go shopping'. Nevertheless, as I can't imagine Roma, for example, using up her valuable lucid-dreamtime on such mundane matters... Roma? Come on, tell us, what do girls do when they wake up into a lucid dream? 

Meanwhile:

Had another flight dream last night. Realized I was dreaming, decided to try to fly into outer space, lost my ability to fly half way up, and fell incredibly fast to my death....

I've died quite a few times in dreams, sometimes pleasantly sometimes horribly (e.g. being trapped by Giger's Alien and having my face ripped off in slow motion, yuk! and ouch!), sometimes I just wake up. Anyway, I'm interested in hearing what experiences anyone else has had along this line especially things that happened during the process or afterward while still dreaming. Anyone?

[Papyrifera]

I just had one of the most intense, realistic dreams I've ever had.

I was going to this outdoor techno party in the forest. It was night. I dropped some acid and then shortly thereafter I dropped half a hit of ecstasy. I was wandering around a bit, loud psytrance blasting all around me, and beginning to feel quite euphoric from the combo I had taken. I could feel the ecstasy beginning to kick in, a funny little rising sensation and a large grin on my face.

Then I was in this large roofed structure with no walls, just poles. It was sort of eliptical in shape, and had a thatch roof. There were a bunch of woven grass mats going around the perimeter of the structure just under the roof, with people sitting on them, and in the centre of the structure was a shaman cooking Ayahuasca over a fire. He gave me a little shot-glass like cup of Ayahuasca, dark coloured liquid, which I drank in one gulp.

I was immediately overwhelmed by an intense rush of euphoria rising to my head. I lay down on one of the mats, and promptly left my body. Sometime later I came back into awareness with my body. I was lying on my stomach with my head towards the centre of the structure, and I drifted in and out of my body a few times before integrating with it. The buzz was insanely strong. I looked around, and everyone else was in similar fetal/stretched out/catatonic positions on the mats. A few people had vomitted, you could see vomit on the ground, and I realized I had come back into my body in order to purge. I shakily got up and walked a little away from the structure and vomitted in the bushes.

Instead of returning to my mat, I started wandering around, through the forest in the dark, hearing the psytrance loudly again. I somehow ended up trying to walk back to my house (which was close by?) in order to do something, not sure what. At one point I was wandering through what was clearly my Junior High school, walking down outside steps in the dark. Then I woke up. This dream was so intensely real that I was absolutely convinced in the dream that it was happening. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this high from consuming “dream psychoactives” before, and this was the first time I’d dreamed about taking Ayahuasca.

[starshadow]

THAT was one hell of a dream papyrifera! I read it several times and can really feel the reality of it. I've been altered several times in dreams but not to that degree... I keep thinking about that shaman; who/what was he? It might be an interesting experiment, purely as an impersonal and timeless hypothesis of course, to attempt recontact through any appropriate means...

[Papyrifera]

The shaman - could he represent the "self-healing" archetype of the unconscious somehow? I firmly believe that Ayahuasca is a medicine rather than a drug, so the giving of Ayahuasca seemed to me to be a healing ritual. In waking life I was actually sick, having come down with both bronchitis and pneumonia, so this dream may have been an attempt at healing myself, or expressing the desire to be healed. The thatched open-air structure the shaman was in seemed to be right out of Amazonia, a little bit of a contrast to the surrounding coniferous forest more typical of my area, emphasising the difference between Aya and the techno/trance scene going on outside the hut.

[starshadow]

Sounds right to me. My approach to dreams is to run them through various interpretative schemes and see what comes up with each one, like repeat brainstorming but each time in a different framework, including fairly literal interpretations. The new-age healers reckon things to do with the lungs are to do with unhealed grief; but then there's the very obvious purification thing going on too. And as you point out there does seem to be a contrast between the rave and the shaman's place in this dream... A nice thing to do with dreams is to collect the key elements then re-write the dream as if a new story using the elements. It's surprising what can then come up as this tech avoids judgement/interpretation 

[Papyrifera]

Thank you so much starshadow, you really made me take a deeper look at this dream, and I enjoyed hearing someone else's reaction to it 

The new-age healers reckon things to do with the lungs are to do with unhealed grief

There might be something to this, although SWIM's 5 years of daily "herbal cigarettes" probably didn't help either.

[zen lunatic]

I've died quite a few times in dreams, sometimes pleasantly sometimes horribly (e.g. being trapped by Giger's Alien and having my face ripped off in slow motion, yuk! and ouch!), sometimes I just wake up. Anyway, I'm interested in hearing what experiences anyone else has had along this line especially things that happened during the process or afterward while still dreaming. Anyone?

I've died quite a few times myself and have had a variety of outcomes. One is that I disappear and everything goes black. I think things like "wow, so this is death huh?" I usually can't remember what follows. It probably blends into a new dream from there or I eventually wake up.

If I die in a really exciting way I tend to wake up immediately. There are also situations in dreams where I am expecting to die, for instance falling from an extreme height, and then just surviving miraculously.

[starshadow]

Not a death dream but close!

'I'm standing on a balcony overlooking a chasm. Three bastards are trying to push me over but as I know Tai Chi I try to reach back and grab a rail with which leverage I can change the fulcrum and... and.. I grab it, and with a twist send my clutching enemies over the edge. Hah! Somehow this releases an earthquake. Once again I'm threatened by a fall to my DOOM, but I realize that this house is ok as it's built in the traditional style of my area. Other new block-type houses fall over into ruin. I wander around the debris looking for my kids and find them in another unaffected house happily asleep and safe.'

[the Mad Scientist]

I had a dream about a girl I ran into this summer.  I kept trying to talk to her, and there were all these distractions going on around us, it was like a circus.  When I finally sat down with some peace and quiet, my little brother ran by and punched me really hard in the back, and I was so mad, not that my brother just punched me, but that I couldn't get some calm to speak with this girl.

Then kurt cobain scared the shit out of me.  Not in the dream, on the stereo, because I like to have music on when I sleep.  Scary. 

[zen lunatic]

"In vain the dreamer rakes over his old dreams, as though seeking a spark among the embers, to fan them into flame, to warm his chilled heart by the rekindled fire, and to rouse up in it again all that was so sweet, that touched the heart, that set his blood boiling, drew tears from his eyes, and so luxuriously deceived him!"

[temporarilyinremission]

I had a really wacky, unsettling dream last night.

I was at some abandoned farm house, taking care of the property. There might have been someone else with me, but they were indistinct and shadowy.

I was placed in charge of all the turtles that lives inside the farm house. I was supposed to take care of them, and keep them inside.

they were mostly the size of a teacup, with a few larger, but most that size or smaller. They crawled everywhere and could go across the ceiling and walls.

The house interior was black crawling with all the turtles.

I accidentally broke one of the windows on the second floor and all the turtles started flowing out, and i was trying to repair the window,
oput it back in place, but they just kept coming, and i would step on them and they would crack and explode like a cockroach.

the ones that fell landed on their backs and cracked open like eggs. they looked like egg yolk guts too. it made that sound as well.

I woke up with them streaming over my body trying to escape.

fucking turtles.

[zen lunatic]

Dorne the turtle herder. If you don't have plans for it do you mind if I use that whole turtle situation in a story? I'm sporadically working on a bizarre one where something like that would be pretty fitting.

Last night I remember dreaming that my family was staying in a hotel somewhere for a vacation. Interestingly upon looking in the mirror my appearance was very different from how I look now or have ever looked, with different hair clothes, etc., but still recognizably me. Anyways, while taking a stroll around the hotel plaza I encountered this cute girl. My typical shy self has no charming words, but she is okay with that. We held hands and went for a walk. Vague dream interlude....now I am at 10klf working security when who should I see but this same girl. I wake up. The dream doesn't seem like anything special but for the past hour since waking up I can't stop thinking about it, like this girl is the one. Where the fuck did she come from? Wierd.

[temporarilyinremission]

The dream doesn't seem like anything special but for the past hour since waking up I can't stop thinking about it, like this girl is the one. Where the fuck did she come from? Wierd.

You can use the turtles, no prob, but I get to see the end result, whenever and if ever that comes to be.


But I totally vibe with what you were saying about mystery loves in dreams. I've had that, hmm, I think once, and it didn't correlate with meeting anyone, however, i woke up feeling like i HAD actually just met her...

Have you seen The Science of Sleep?

In it, the character has a hard time seperating his dreams from his reality. I like it because he gets to know his female neighbor really well in his dreams, so when he runs into her again he thinks they have this long history together, when it was all in his head. I dug it because I had felt that same thing.

[the Mad Scientist]

^ I seem to have that quality in myself at times, in that I might think about a person a lot and give them character traits that they don't necessarily have.  and it's usually like I build other people up to be way more interesting than they really are, or that they are really cool and that I'm just boring.  but the more people I meet the more I realize that it's usually the opposite and that too often people are content, too content. 

[starshadow]

Well, this one's a bizarre dream alright...

'I'm in a hospital which is clearly run along the modern values of 'spend all the money on image, deliver nothing''. I have to have an op, or so I'm told; I wonder about this. I feel alright. The doc tells me they have to adjust my digestive tract. Hmmm, OK. I wander about the wards until another doc, whose heart is clearly not in the job and whose attention span is about 1 picosecond, tells me to get on a bed in a corridor and with no further ado slices me open, no anaesthetic, no washup, nada. He fiddles around with my guts which he hoiks out. He does not appear to know what he's doing. I feel angry and abused. 'What's going on?' I yell. He looks surprised. 'It's the op' he states, like, how obvious. I'm unmollified but put up with it. He then drops my intestines on a very filthy floor right next to a loo! 'What the fuck!' I yell again, pissed off with his cavalier treatment of my guts. And again he looks at me like I'M the one with a prob. Meanwhile, people are strolling up and down like everything is normal and fine. He scoops up my intestines and sorts of brushes them off and slaps them back in and zips me up, then wanders off. I spend some time walking about trying to find someone to complain to, but there is no-one, no-one is responsible, no one even registers there could be a prob. I'm disgusted. I wake up.'

And I still feel disgusted! Let's clean up our hospitals !!! 

[temporarilyinremission]

I've been having a reaccuring dream that is very bizarre.

I didn't realize it was happening with frequency until I dreamed it again, in a slightly different form, just last night.

The dream involves me watching a state of the union address by our beloved president, g dubs (ps - i'm so paranoid i edited his name down so that secret service won't be able to find this  )

In it, he is spouting his usual stutterstammer bullshit as he reads from a script and tries to show involvement. Then, out of nowhere, he starts crying. Fake tears, to be sure, and just as fake as the rest of his act, but he actually starts pretending to cry in a state of the union address.

He is weeping about how he feels so bad, that he let america down by not stopping terrorism and for letting iraq get out of control. he cries about how he was just doing it because he loves america sooo much, he would do anything and everything to make sure that his childrens childrens children grew up in a safe and happy united states.

The whole speech is so scripted it is disgusting, in my dream I am screaming, howling at the television for them pulling such a subversive trick. Then, somehow, as the SoftheU address continues, I am reading newspaper headlines from the next day. And they are all talking about a surge in the polls, and how the blue collar worker from all walks of life in the US is now rallying behind "the man who wasn't afraid to cry for what he believed in." This led to me screaming even more in my dream. It felt so real, and I couldn't believe people were falling for the bullshit act, I was soo infuriated.

And it was like, the fourth g dub state of the u address I'd had a dream about, in the last month.

If he cries before his term is up, don't say I didn't predict it, because I did.

[Synapse(on)]

I got a puppy (well its actually one year old based on canine dental analysis) and have been getting up early every morning to exercise with her. BTW her name is Sophi....I took some chartreuse and kava kava before bed time. It was kinda late and I was really tired. I might have had a residual cannabinoid high carrying me through.....So in my dream... I go to this party at some large country barn type complex. I guess i get there early because there are still little groups getting  together and sharing stories of there own. I meet up with a group of hippies that are smoking some cannabis. We role up a joint that looked kinda big. Maybe 2-3 grams. I hand it to this girl whom rolles it with her toes, and when she hands it back to me it is the size of a newspaper. THAT was a nice smoke.  Then we were all sitting in a hall of beer. It was like Octoberfest. There was good folk music being played by a live band. The beer was good, but then the host of the party screams to everyone (~500 people) "Why dun't you freeloafer get the fuck out!". ...So we did. On the way out there were hundreds of barrels that look like they should be holding whiskey stacked up in the barn. I asked someone and they said they were filled with kind bud. Then i woke up so happy with this incredable head high. My body, though, was hung over. Pretty cool. Almost at the level of sexual intercourse during a dream.   Is there a term used for dreaming that can be adjective?

[Bella Natura]

It seems like I go through spurts of days and weeks where I dream colorful happy dreams every night. I just figured I share some of my dreams with you in hopes that you might share some with me.

Last night:

Was romping through a gorgeous forest with waterfalls and rivers, and old friends I hadn't seen in a long time. We find a hidden cove of thousands of Amanita-looking, 3-4 ft tall mushrooms. I decide that since they may be poisonous, that we only suck on 1 piece of giant mushroom, and see where it gets us. We all picked up about a forearm's length worth of the cap of these mushrooms, and put them in our mouths, and then they turned into a black ash. The mushroom soared through my body at an incredible rate. I actually felt a buzzing feeling flow through my body. I was tingling from head to toe, and visually I was swirling around on a white background filled with mushrooms, rolling around in a bliss. This is the first dream that I took a substance and actually physically felt the effects of it. They were so friendly and talkative, those mushrooms were. And informative. I woke up this morning and realized that it was all a dream. I could still almost feel that buzzing sensation. But alas.

When I was younger I used to have nightmares about the trees from the Wizard of Oz calling me names and throwing apples at me.

Those motherfuckers.

 

Bella

[temporarilyinremission]

Very nice dream Bella.

In fact, we already got ourselves a little lycaeum dream journal/diary over here

http://forums.lycaeum.org/index.php/topic,18373.0.html



yours would be a great addition, mind if I combine the posts?

[Bella Natura]

My apologies, and yes - please add it.

Thanks for making me aware of that thread.

Heh


Bella

edit: mergerated

[roma's ghost]

Raises an interesting question for any of the female members of the Lyc: if you ever lucid dream, what do YOU do?

I fly...  Because I'm too scared to try if I'm not sure that I'm dreaming.

Also, I fix whatever may be going wrong in the dream at the time.  Like once I needed to get out of the city because for some reason the buildings were spontaneously erupting into flames, so I magicked up a rhinoceros and rode away on it.

The other night I had a dream that I was hopping from island to island in the ocean and I landed on one where this kid with a really long right arm reached out and touched my back while I was running away from him and he gave me leprosy. 

That was weird.