What did you dream of last night? (if you don't mind sharing it)

Well, I have yet to sleep for this “cycle” however the last dream I remember was two nights ago.
Dreams for me are very important and I always remember the ones I want to, and the ones that want to be remembered. Most of the time I lucid dream if I just can’t take my mind trying to tell me something so I just force it to ignore it… or me… or… whatever. Anyway, on with the dream:

I was celebrating my new job at the local Apple Store. My neighbor and life long friend was throwing me a huge party with all of my friends. It was at his house, and I was looking for him to thank him for the party, when he beckons me across his field, instantly there are more people there then 10 times 10, so I am pushing my way through the people and I find myself in front of my friend, he laughs and says, good luck, then moves aside. There, standing directly in front of me is a boy from my past, one that I once loved, but now loath with enough hatred I have attacked him and his family before. He looks up at me and I am instantly put to rest by his deep green, puppy dog eyes. I am about to say something (from what I can remember I was going to stab him, or something to that effect) but then he spoke and I remember the words clear and crisp, “Thank you for those photos and thank you for those words. I think you saved me.” Then he turns from me and looks down in despair once more, then moves away, lost to the crowed. I feel something that I can no longer recall, then awake.

I have my own dream world, a Metaformix, I believe is what it is called. In the dreaming I have recreated, some subconsciously, others consciously, every place I have ever been, even just once. So, I would want to live in that world, as long as I maintained my lucid abilities, I would fear it if I did not have those gifts.
As for what I think the dream means? Holy poop, I have no way of even thinking about imagining, a way that I could possibly, begin to try to figure it out.
For one thing, I haven’t gotten a job at Apple (yet), My friend would never throw a party, especially with those people I saw in the dream, and especially not “That Boy.”
I don’t know what it is supposed to mean, but whatever it is, it is ether really, really, good, or really, really, bad!

I have bursts of dreams most nights that blend into one another. It makes it very weird and hard to describe what I dream about.

To increase your chances of remembering dreams, keep a notebook by your bed, and first thing when you wake up write down what you remember. You can train your brain to remember things better over time.

Talking about making dreams, have you heard of lucid dreaming? It’s a scientifically proven event. Basically, one can control dreams if they are consciously aware that they are in a dream. Many people have this happen to them randomly. Inevitably, when one realizes it’s a dream, one’s mid jolts up and you wake up. But it’s possible, through various conceptualization techniques, to stop this from happening and remain awake in your dream.

And that’s when the fun starts. You can do anything, change the rules of physics, teleport somewhere random. Things may not happen perfectly, after all you’re basically querying random parts of your brain and things definitely don’t all make sense. If one masters the technique, one can effectively use sleeping time to conquer a fear, play out social situations, be a superhero saving people, do anything really.

To get into this state, one has to realize they are in a dream. The basics of my favorite way, Mnemonic induction of lucid dreams (MILD), is you need a trigger of some sort. There are tell-tale signs you are in a dream: read writing such as in a book, look away, and read it again, it will most likely not be the same words. Turn light switches on and off, and repeat fast – it will go out of sync (switch is off but the light is on). Press your hand against a mirror – for many people this causes them to go into the mirror and out into a different place. Here’s a huge list of others. Now it’s great to know these, but you may not actually look in a book or touch a mirror in your dream. That is why a great technique is known as “Reality testing”. Right now, prove to yourself you are not in a dream. I am reading a monitor now, so I would read a comment, step away from the computer, and look at it again after a second. Text hasn’t changed, we conclude it’s life. I’d use a lightswitch and mirror since these are also handy. When you make this a habit in real life, your dream you will start doing it too. Sometimes just knowing the triggers is enough to give you that one chance to gain control.

So great, you’re now lucid in your dream! The next task is to stay there. Your mind will want to wake your body up. To prevent this, you need to exert your willpower. Some people simply focus hard on staying in the dream until control is regained. A fun technique is to spin around and physically (well, dream-physically) pull yourself to the dream ground. Another technique is to forcefully demand control from your mind, shouting in your dream for control and clearness. If you wake up, hey no problem, some techniques actually rely on waking up and going back to sleep thinking of lucid dreaming. Plus, every step is a step forward!

Best of all is doing this requires no financial commitment other than buying a book, and even that’s not really needed if you read a lot about it online. And of course, it’s not guaranteed for all people to work, our brains are really weird computers and all are the same but a tad different at the same time. But just think – how much fun could you have if you could control everything? Personally I’d make an infinite zen garden with beautiful fountains and wonderful traditional music… so calm and content Why not give it a shot! I mean, do you really have something better to be doing while sleeping? :)

@dynamicduo- I was better at controlling my dreams when i was young,but rarely now. hey, the sex lasted longer…...

I haven’t remembered my dreams in years.

(And the only ones I remember are nightmares).

Kind of sucks…

It took me 10 minutes to recall anything. I still didn’t really remember much.

First I remember some of the emotions I had when I was dreaming. I felt pressure to do something, anxiety, yet I was relaxed and carefree. I slightly remember something about playing the piano. I use to be able to play, but that was years ago, only recently did I sit back down to learn a song. It was feeling like someone was requiring me to play a song, yet had no idea how to play anymore. It was like I was writing off or ignoring that pressure.

I hardly remember this one. I remembe being younger than I am now, by alot. I was about 8 years old. My sister, brother, cousin, and mom were in it. They were all the age they would have been when I was 8. We were in a big tent and were in charge of keeping it from falling. My brother, since he was significantly younger than us, broke parts of the tent. We would fallow him around fixing it and explaining to him how that part of the tent works. Ultimately we were waiting for someone to arrive, I remember looking at the horizon allot.

I woke up with “A Mad Wold” by Gary Jules in my head, probably because I fell asleep listening to him.

I was at a hockey game, and the Habs (Montreal Canadiens) were on the offensive. The habs were really hyped up, passing the puck around and completely confusing the other team. The goalie, Carey Price, was very bored just standing in the net with no action, so he skated up, stole the puck and shot it into his own net. All of Montreal went dead silent. Guy Carbonneau, the coach asked me, of all people, to bring his morale up and tell him that Montreal will forgive him. Here’s the truth: Montreal NEVER forgives horrible hockey players. its part of the culture. So, it was really awkward sitting next to one of my hero’s saying that everything will be alright when in fact, it would never be alright.

Here’s the thing: Patrick Roy just had his number retired 2 nights before, and he ended his career in shame, but overall it was good. Also, I didnt watch the game last night, but Brian O’Byrn scored on our own net.

It was graphic, violent and for most probably quite disturbing. I just shrugged it off.

You probably don’t need to know.

the last I remember was really wonky… I was riding with one of my best friends, who is a driver here at LabCorp. We were picking up some stops around my church (when I went) and it was a nice day so we decided to walk to it. He commented how nice it was on the outside (which is weird because it’s your average white church, no special architecture or anything) and I said “man, you should see the inside!” (which is also weird because there’s nothing special about that either. It’s nice, but nothing to rave about) and he was fighting me about going inside because he’s athiest… and then all of a sudden I noticed that all the doors were open and you could see straight into the Sanctuary and he flipped going on and on about how gorgeous it was.

So then he wanted to go inside, and a service was starting, and we sat all the way at the end of a pew, squeezed together even though there was nobody else in it, and our hands were touching (but we weren’t holding hands) and I put my head on his shoulder and he put his head on mine.

VERY WEIRD.

I had multiple dreams last night. Since I have started taking a statin drug I dream more vividly and seem to remember dreams longer.

One dream was of my ex-sister-in-law. We were preparing a turkey and we were happy, but her mother came in (my ex mother in law) and stepped on the turkey. Then we started laughing insanely and mom fell down. Weird.

Another was about driving on ice and then having to go downhill and the car began to slide rapidly down the hill toward a railroad crossing but instead of going to the crossing the car jerked into a parking lot and my boss came out of a store.

Last one I remember from last night: I was playing poker on-line but all of the chairs were filled with real people heads that were talking. (if you don’t play poker or cards on-line think of this dream as if you were Fluthering but all of the avatars were real people heads talking instead of typing).

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I was at a park I have ever visited once before in my dream world, maybe twice. It was winter and it was summer, sometimes summer, sometimes winter. I was there for some reason I can not recall, then the only boy I have ever cared about, and probably ever care about, was there. We began to play soccer, something neither of us usually do, or did, then we were playing on a team, and everyone on the other team were people from Harry Potter, mainly the four main characters (Harry, Malfoy, Ron, and the girl) and everyone on our team was boys from the stories I watched before I slept, mainly, DJ from Rossan[sp?], the three boys from Home Improvement, late years of life, as in near the end of the show, and the Sprouce Twins.) We played soccer, then Malfoy got hit in the face, and the game was over, then I found myself sitting on the swings, and as I went up the ground was covered in snow, and as I came down, the ground was green and warm. It was as if every time I went into the air it was winter and every time I came down it was summer. Then I looked to my right side, and saw another person who has felt my rage and my wrath. He was hanging on those suspend rings they used to have at playgrounds, I watched as my friend went up to him and hit him in the ribs with a shovel, or some form of pole-arm like object. THe man dropped and then the boy hit him in the throat, severing it and removing it from the body. He looked up at me with the biggest puppy-dog eyes, looking for my appreciation and acceptance, which I proudly gave. Then there was some point that my entire team was beneath the main gazzebo, in celebration of everything that had happened, and the boy asked me something, or wanted to tell me something, or something, I don’t know, I can’t remember, and when I can’t remember, ether I was supposed to remember it, and am going to pay the price for forgetting it, or it was unimportant, which usually never happens, not in a situation like this.

What does it mean? I miss being happy with him and I still resent the entire world for taking that, and him, from me.
Would I like to live there forever?
Yes.

Morpheus is a generous entity, if you appease him and appeal to his ego, as I do on a nightly bases.

I was trying to load a ballista with rotini noodles, and Lucy Lee (the famous asian-american pornstar) was standing on a box wearing a severe gray headmistress uniform and yelling “GET IT RIGHT! GET IT RIGHT!” at me over and over while a giant sizzling meatball rolled slowly over the horizon toward us. Then suddenly Lucy turned into Jimmy Swaggart, and he started yelling “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” over and over, and when I said “I’m trying to cock it!” he burst into laughter, then started crying and telling me he was sorry.
Then I woke up on the floor.

@itvoar16 Metaformix, is that where your dream world reflects the real world, but it’s different. For example, In your dream it is your house, but the rooms are in different parts of the house, rooms are rearranged? I have that allot of the time, don’t know why but it’s fun. One of my friends has dreams with fictional and famous people, I rarely have that. My computer is named Morpheus.

Yes, I was instructed by my mentor that a dream world, reflecting the real world, built in your own image, of ether the subconscious and\or conscious. In my world, everything is much bigger, and much more glamorous, for example, the high school which I attended, is your plan old average high school in real life, however, in my dreaming, it is a massive cathedral like structure, with an infinite amount of basements, and three floors above ground.
I know my dream world so intimately, I could draw a map, with every street and every location I have been.
Sometimes, when I really messed up, I get the waking and the dreaming confused, and attempt to navigate the real world, as if it were the sleeping world.

Last time I slept, I dreamed I was one of the four people in the game “Left 4 Dead.” But I was me, not one of the characters. I shot some zombies, then we saved some children, then shot some zombie children, then I woke up. Not much depth in this dream, this time.