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Since I could not find any other thread like this, I decided to create one. In this thread, you can share all your weird dreams with everyone. Some other member might be able to tell you more about the dream. For example, why your dream had a theme of dragons or something similar. Please feel free to share your dreams, no matter how short/long or weird they are!

I will share my dream below that is pretty long. I have never had a dream that long, it is is so full of imagery. If someone could help me understand it, that would be great. For some background information on it, I have had a lot of psychic and paranormal experiences like seeing orbs or apparitions, hearing my name, and a bunch of other stuff after using tarot cards.

Here's my dream! It's a long block of text, and I can't really add paragraph breaks, so I hope you enjoy reading it :P

http://pastebin.com/Dpj3mV9P

>>1516

I had a dream where I was at some place and a dude came up to me and then I explained how to connect to a darknet and what a darknet is. Then he offered me 50 euro, I said no thanks just let me pass. The note changed to a 5 euro bill and then I woke up

>>1643

did he give you accurate info?

>>1646

Pretty sure you misread, the poster was giving info, the guy offered money

>>1657

true

I was at my first high school, and everybody was protesting the enforcement of school. I thought to myself that if im protesting, I may as well be disobedient and cut school. My friends warned me not to, and I left anyways. As I was leaving, staff and police began chasing me. I passed a car, and someone tried to reach out to grab me. I evaded, and crossed the street. Once I crossed, the staff gave up their chase. I decided to go "north" (I actually went west) and I flew/sprinted past/over many buildings. I flew like I was using a glider. I encountered a house and everyone in it was watching tv- I asked the younger girl upstairs if there was an authoritative force limiting the free will of others in the dream world- she said no. She looked unhealthy. Thinking about it, she was watching tv- if there was an authoritative force, she was bound by it- under the thumb of some form of capitalism. In a house, eating shit, watching shit. I left when she said no, and continued. I got to an area that was less dense with all the buildings- I was seeking nature. You could see the rolling fields, and some areas of forest. It looked as if there was a wildfire burning. It resembled a piece of art. I flew towards/over a pastel fire, and woke up.

Note: I lost stability, rubbed my eyes, and let them open on their own to return to the dream setting as I was making my way north.

Had a dream where I was at a place where there were game arcades. I broke the glass of them and stole the coins out of them. Something tried to tell me not to do it but I did anyway. I broke open 2 arcade games and stole countless coins out of them. then I walked away. Someone was with me.

I don't remember anything else

I've started my dream journal again and I remember, again, why I always stop after a while. My dreams are turning into these long, complex narratives (I swear, they even have foreshadowing and stuff like that) and to just get down the basics of what happened I have to spend something like an hour writing in my journal

>>1777

That's not necessiarly a bad thing. It means that you can get very detailed information from them.

Also I personally type mine up, it makes it much faster.

>>1777

I have a similar problem. When I explain my dreams to people their jaw drops and they swear I should be writing novels.

I get anxious when I start writing them because I can feel I'm forgetting stuff just as I finish writing the first act.

>>1876

i usually jot down a few words in the margins that connect to each scene and put them in sequence so i can refer back to it while i'm writing it out in full. I also try to focus my memory on the more important stuff, so the things that I might forget as I'm writing are more mundane details

>>1887

I once dreamt I spearheaded a diaspora expedition to establish new colonies in space after a natural catastrophe was rendering Earth increasingly uninhabitable. Eventually mine was the only surviving one, and through implants and genetic modification, humanity attained almost immortality. Earth was ultimately forgotten, and remained only as an obscure reference in the vast written archives of knowledge of this new civilization. I slowly saw humanity change into something I no longer identified with on any level. Centuries of detailed dream later I decided to go back, in a robotic body, to the forgotten planet Earth, now barren and abandoned to die and be with my ancestors. At the end of the dream I sat in a rock overlooking the rocky landscape of my dead homeworld and unpowered myself forever.

It was inspired by the game The Talos Principle, which is very thought provoking stuff.

It may not seem much explained like this, but it was an epic tale that could easily spawn a dozen books. I told it via WhatsApp messages to a friend and I swear I could feel the details slipping away as I typed feverishly from my bed. I had experienced all aspects of that society as I saw it grow: science, philosophy, politics, social and technological advancements… It was one hell of a trip.

Has anybody reading had any successes with dream sharing?

I had a very strange dream last night. It had to do with magic, Wicca, and weird themes. Anyone have a clue what it meant? It was another very long and vivid dream. I shared it with a friend, so it is directed towards someone.

It started out with me watching this group of people that were probably part of the coven. I was outside and on a Sandy shore or something. There was this large platform with a building on it. I think I was on the platform. This group came swinging in from some trees on a flaming rope. They swung the rope around. It was some kind of performance. Well, now I was in the forest or something. I think I lived there. One day I saw something that was either really scary or freaky. I ran over to a tree with a rope on it. I grabbed the rope and started swinging. I swung from tree to tree. When I got to the next tree, I had to tie the ropes on it, and when I got to the next, I untied the previous one. Don't ask me how that's possible. Once I came to the edge of the forest, I noticed the rope was covered in gas or an oil. It suddenly caught on fire. The fire was cool to the touch. I swung out as was somehow holding the rope behind me which acted as a parachute. I dropped onto the coach platform on the house, and started swinging the rope like the guys before did. Now I remember being at my grandmas house or something. I was in the house and noticed a witch or two in there. We were having some sort of party. I think I ate some sort of food in a big bowl. A dip or fruit salad maybe? I then noticed some smoke from the back door behind the island counter in the kitchen. I ran over, and it was a bowl of burning garlic cloves. Smoke was all over, so I ran with the bowl outside. This girl with an intricate dress came up in the driveway with a car and got out and headed towards me. I told her about the garlic. I can't remember what she said. I looked inside the house from the garage, and it was full of smoke and smelled horrible. I went back inside with the bowl. The bowl was suddenly a bowl of some sort of plant, because long leaves started to grow out of it. I just kept.holding onto it. I told the witch at the counter what happened. I tried to act cool knowing the garlic was some sort of magic. I told her it was, and she smiled and nodded. Everyone else never knew about the magic though. I was now in a house like my current house. I was in the master bedroom, although it was a lot longer and bigger than real life. I was standing around with the "leader" of the coven. She told me that I was joining them, and I was the first male witch (warlock) to join them. She told me that this large house was mine to keep. There were counters with herbs and spice racks, jars of herbs, and a lot of other stuff around. She told me to fill out a piece of paper saying the name that I wanted to use. They said it could be a made up name. The leader along with a few members left. I couldn't decide between RunicMaster or other names lol. I can't remember the name I chose. Well, I slept in the bed. I had a dream in the dream that I was watching an animal shelter place. This girl was looking at a dog. Someone's dog ran over and started attacking it. They tried to stop it to no avail. Well, I pushed the dog out of the way, but my hand hit its tail and broke it. I could be it crunch under my hand… Ugh… Well, then I woke up from the dream within a dream. I was in the bedroom looking at things. I can't remember what I did. I think the leader was in the living room. I remember reading something on how to use this nano liquid injector that injected something. Now I was outside with the coven in a garden. We were harvesting something I noticed this coyote up in a tree to the side of us towards the house. I told the leader, not knowing if I was supposed to leave animals alone. Ha ha. She said okay. We went back to the house, and the leader said we might have a security problem. In an upstairs room, (no upstairs in my real life house), there were three coyotes in there. The windows were left open. We all tried to put the coyotes out the window onto a ledge where the tree was. We succeeded, but they kept trying to get back in. One got its fur stuck in the screen, so we had to open it. When we did, another rushed in. A girl pushed it out but got bit while doing it. I don't remember much at all after this.

If a person is in my dreams regularly for years and years, someone who isn't in my life anymore, is it just my subconscious missing them, my higher self trying to point something out to me, or could it even be them visiting me while we dream? I have no idea but it bothers me and I don't know how to find out.

>>2522

I don't have an answer for you, but I have the same thing happen. mostly childhood friends and girls I had a thing for in high school, people I haven't seen in a long time that don't even cross my waking mind

it probably just has to do with these people sort of "imprinting" on you during certain pivotal moments/periods in your existence. or that's what it seems like to me - their presence in my dreams seems more symbolic of things connected with the period I knew them in and all the feelings and ideas surrounding that than the actual person. like everything in dreams, i suppose

>>2522

For me it means there's unresolved feelings left, whatever they may be. Maybe it's someone I want to talk to again, maybe it's someone who hurt me, or I left something undone.

I had this dream where a group and I were in this complex building running from Freddy Kruger.

I managed to hold him off by pushing other people in his way to get slaughtered.

Midway I realized I was sleeping and couldn't wake up but then I came to this stairway where this strange powerful englishy voice told me to how to ascend this bullshit puzzle stairway.

When I got to the top I woke up.

this is one of the first I've ever hear such a voice, they are usually weak and in character to my dreams but not this one

Last week I had an incredibly intense, vivid dream that started with me dying. I was wandering around wondering what the fuck was going on as the scenery switched from a tense scene where I was about to get killed by some crack head in a hoodie, to a quick shot of me following a gurney with a bloody form under a sheet as a few doctors and surgeons slowly wheeled it down a hallway, to my girlfriend walking somberly through a decorated hallway with a stained glass ceiling window. She sat down on a bench and I heard her thinking about me and how I died, which forced me to suddenly come to terms with the fact that I died. I realized that I was now some sort of spirit, so I tried to fly, realized that I couldn't and that I was too attached to the identity I spent a little over 24 years building and fighting for so I couldn't move on and join the all or whatever was supposed to come next. I visited all my family and friends, everybody who grieved/mourned for me, testing the limits of how much I could interact with them. Sometimes I could subtly influence their thought patterns, sometimes I was powerful enough to interact with them like I was physically there for a few moments. The years and locations drifted by like crazy, and as I approached the end of the dream I started to fear that all my insecurities and flaws would come to life, assume monstrous forms, hunt me down, and devour me as I read from Eliphas Levi. I was fucking terrified and furious, which lead me back to my killer. I hovered just outside his car as he showed off the machete he killed me with and claimed that he kept it for self defense. I started to vow vengeance and all the cosmic fury I could rain on him, but I realized that my spiteful and grudge-holding nature was what held me back, so I took a breath, let it all go, and decided to do whatever came next. Soon as I did that, I woke up.

Today, I started writing a horror story based on it to try and figure this thing out. I felt emotions more intense than I've felt in my entire life. I woke up and frantically kissed my girlfriend like I just got a second chance at living. I've been trying to analyze it here and there, because my heart actually starts to race whenever I think about it again. It felt real.

Now, typing it out here in this format, the meaning feels obvious. I have to let go of that side of myself I guess?

Woke up today and the only thing about the dream i can remenber was reading a brochure with various things written in english (not my mother tongue), the only thing i remenber written was "To them, the vendors lure, to us…" don't remenber the rest, only recently i staterd to write down stuff from my dream, it was very strange.

I found myself in a semi-weightless darkened area with numbers on what could have been either the ground or the walls, since no way was up.

I was internally compelled to touch these numbers in a succession, like a game I didn't really know the rules to but instinctively knew how to play.

It felt as though I had "won" and as a result whatever "body" I had there died or diffused painlessly, like falling asleep again, and as quickly as I had disappeared I found myself riding the wildest motorcycle of my dreams banking around desert hairpins to the tune of DJ Kools "Let me Clear my Throat"

The banks were timed to the saxophone and it was the raddest shit

i was dreaming of a big hurricane which was building itself and growing from top to the narrow bottom. just before it was going to reach the ground where a city was all of the clouds froze and snow came falling down from whence the hurricane mass was just seconds ago. all of the surrounding clouds dispersed and froze to snow too. the rest of the dream wasnt so lucid, but i remember trying to kayak somewhere and a flood being everywhere.

Here is an interesting one:

I am walking in building, some sort of power generators/turbines are to the left, these are embedded in the floor at half of their height. There is a man in work suit behind them standing on a metal path, as I get close to the generator he warns me to not go further, but his efforts are fruitless, it is too late, I get zapped: I lose my vision and fall on the floor feeling nothing, in last two seconds I say goodbye to this world and this is the moment I wake up.

Another one: I am wandering around in woods, there are some open areas with BBQ places and garden furniture, there is a friend with me, we go into the forest, there are rocky paths and rivers like those in mountains, we go forth for about five minutes, and out of nowhere a bear appears ( a common symbol in my dreams ) we start running, pass a big pond, and arrive into a small city or village, there is one garage on the left and a house to the right, an old car stands by the garage. We try to get help from people, but they do not know what could be done, the beast arrives, we throw firecrackers ( next common symbol ) at it, then I hide in garage, door is forcefully opened by the animal, I manage to kill it with a knife or similar tool.

Could be running from wild beasts and fighting them be me struggle against the low instincts and impulses, am I trying to hide them from myself?

I allways wondered what could fireworks mean, these appear quite commonly.

>>3137

And another, fresh one: I am near a village standing on a sandy road, there is grass around and a small hill on the left, there are two persons I know, one talking with me and other is doing something about 20m away, the hill is white in some places, it is the washing powder, we grab it, press in hands to make balls and throw it at a gypsy boy on a bicycle. […] Now I am walking down the road with the other person, before us ( around 30m away) is a small mountain, the road leads to entrance in it, a big open stone gate. as we get closer I hear strange, sinister piano music coming from inside, we go in but do not proceed further. The place is cold and humid, the cave is a lot bigger that it appears outside. Before us is a giant hole in the ground ( like the this is sparta one ) but tens of times wider. inside of it is a circular stepped pyramid with 7 or 9 storeys, giant web of small bridges connects the uppermost storey to the surroundings. At one time the plans of this pyramid flash before my eyes, each storey is called diffrently: names are similar to smither and other changed old profession names. I feel that there is something evil inside and have the urge to escape, I do so.

Ever since I started nofap I started having dreams where I am dominating and subduing women. Before, I would have recurring dream scenarios (the scenario is an event within the dream but not the focus) where my lover and I could not find a place to have sex. Now it's as if I'm a character out of a hentai or something, and I find it intriguing more than arousing:

(Bare with me and I will skip the naughtiest details but I promise there's something behind these or I wouldn't bother sharing them)

>#1

I dreamt I was in an apartment I had never lived in before, sitting at a breakfast table in the kitchen. Someone knocked on the door, followed by the sound of a voice I recognized and I rose to answer it. I opened the door and in front of me was a beautiful woman wearing a suspicious looking trenchcoat with a worried look on her face. In the dream I knew this woman and I was compelled to play along. She asked if I would let her inside and I did.

She walked past me to the center of the kitchen. I closed the door and sat down waiting for her to say or do something. She leaned close against the other side of the table and began undoing her buttons of her trenchcoat. As she did she told me that she wanted me to make her into the woman she was supposed to be, that I was the only one who could do it, and that she would do anything I say. I slowly got up from my chair and approached her. I brought her close to me and finished removing her trench coat for her, and dropped it on the table. I laid out a number of commands to her, like terms of an agreement, and reaffirmed her own commitment that she would do everything I told her to do. She agreed and I took her to the next room. I'll skip the naughty bits because as I said I found these dreams to be more intriguing rather than arousing.

Thoughts and things that stood out to me:

>I knew this woman and she seemed to be a close friend but her appearance was unlike anyone I had seen in real life

>her desire to be "made into the woman she was supposed to be" was extremely truthful and more like a desperate plea than a lustful desire

>my attitude towards her was strong, firm, and resolute; and I have to admit beyond any force of will I had ever experienced

>#2

This dream involved twin catgirls and oddly enough catgirls are not my fetish. However it did end with me persuading another girl to join in who was resisting temptation but intent on watching.

Thoughts and things that stood out to me:

>Twin cats are recurring dream characters for me, but this is the first time they've been humanoid; specifically typical girls in matching cat outfits. That said yes I am implying that I recognized these catgirls as the cats from previous dreams

>the third girl was young and beautiful and seemed to steal the attention of the catgirls themselves

>#3

This one was strange and left me feeling conflicted. I was attending some type of community meeting and a woman in the back of the crowd caught my attention. She seemed to be mischievous or at least I knew she had done something wrong. I followed her out of the meeting and to her apartment. When I called out to her and asked what she had done, she boasted to me that she had stolen funds from the community organization and no one could prove it. I forced myself and her into her apartment and demanded to know where the money was. Scared she showed me and I forced her to undress. I blackmailed her into having sex with me.

Thoughts and things that stood out to me:

>blackmailing her and forcing her didn't bother me in any way

>the lady's mischief somehow compelled her to obey as if she knew what she did was wrong but didn't expect consequences

Overall my attitude towards women in my dreams has changed dramatically and my behavior towards them has shocked me. It's as if my influence towards these dream women has become purely dominance. The sexual parts of it may be thrilling but I'm more interested in knowing what they mean.

>>3468

Perhaps these dreams are representing the development of your control over your instinctive nature. The women represent your bodily sexual urges, but your attitude and firm control over the situation shows that the nofap may be paying off. The energy that you have been directing towards sexual gratification is being redirected and is now directed by you.

Just be wary that you don't let this stray to far into the other extreme. Accept the new found control for what it is, but don't let it develop into an authoritarian-style complex. The pendulum continues to swing. Feel confidant that you can trust your mind and body not to betray the task that you have set for them, but do not try to grip the reins too firmly. Don't 'blackmail it into undressing', so to speak.

Be wary of any physical world manifestations of this in your waking life too. If your behaviour shifts in the same manner as that of your dream, take inventory of what is going on. We do not dream alone.

>>2781

Hold on. You were in a dream with Freddy Kruger. The guy who comes into people's dreams and kills them. And you escaped him by tossing people to him?

…anon I. That is just unbelievably monstrous

I've been trying to kick the habit of smoking, though noticed I dream more when I do smoke compared to when I do not. I almost always dream when I take an afternoon nap around 5pm or so.

Today, the dream was that I was at my house, my dad was nowhere to be seen, and I was home with my mom. I remember being outside in my driveway and it was nighttime, with a very insidious vibe to everything. I go inside, and my mom overdosed on some drug, which I thought was heroin. Her face was red and extremely swollen, as if she was stung by thousands of bees. She was hardly conscious and kept telling me she was fine while nodding off. She slowly went up stairs to bed while I dialed 911 (first dialing 927 first, for some reason). Talked to the person on 911 while frantic, and at the end I found it difficult to talk, as if something was in my throat. This is when I awoke.

Unfortunately in real life, my mom does abuse mainly opiate pills and benzos. I also tend to constantly see the numbers 333 and 27 almost on a daily basis (could explain that I dialed 927 first). Maybe the smoking is why I found it hard to talk within the dream. Other than that, no idea.

>>3525

>I've been trying to kick the habit of smoking, though noticed I dream more when I do smoke compared to when I do not.

Despite the risks of smoking, tobacco is still a herb and nicotine is a very powerful stimulant that also safeguards testosterone in men. Nicotine itself has no risks if properly extracted. If you're serious about quitting it, seek L-glutamine aka glutamic acid which allows your GI tract to patch itself back up should alleviate most of your urges.

Personally I have an occasional cigar and every other day I enjoy sniffing tobacco (snuff). If you can, you can switch to organic ecig juice (missing the awful propylene glycol).

>>3524

>That is just unbelievably monstrous

Really?

I personally didn't think anything of it though I only realized I was asleep after that.

So, i really don't know where to post this.

>be me, 13 years old (19 now)

>be evangelic (not anymore)

>wake up one day

>can't move, not even my eyes

>hard to breathe

>i feel like there's something or someone sitting on me, like this heavy being or thing

>powerofchristcompellsyou.exe

>it stops

>stand up, look at bed

>my hands are marked in the mattress

>i can sense the thing/being is still in the house

>call mom

>she tells me to get out of the house

>i do

>things calm down

I've experimented this about 3 or 4 times, i used to be a christian, not anymore. It still happens to me, last time was about 3 days ago. Do any of you know what it might be? Am i just crazy or is it really something else?

>>3573

Forgot to add, the thing that presses me onto the bed feels mean, and/or evil. But the last time it was different. My grandmother died recently, she died in my arms. I have a 4 months old sister.

So, three days ago i have this dream, i can see myself in the bed (like astral proyection, i never had the experience until that day), everything is bright, like shining, i can see my sister looking at me surprised, not scared, but surprised. I turn around and see my grandmother, she's desperate, screaming something to me, i dont know what she's saying.

So, she grabs my arm, and pulls it.

Right when she does that, i wake up, having the same feeling of before, except this time its only in the arm she pulled, i cant move it and its in the air, i then passed out and woke up around 5pm.

Please help me, i need to know what this is.

I have a medium knowledge in this matter, but i have not been able to find something like my experiencie.

>>3574

Have you ever practiced anything occult wise?

You might have "astral sensibility", and If not trained, you might start having a lot of experiences like the one with your grandma.

What at least I would recommend, is doing a "spiritual cleansing", and you can easily find someone who does that for you if you are not thinking in following The Path.

>>3580

The first time it happened i did not knew anything of the occult, now i do. I'm not a master or anything like it but i do know my stuff.

That said, could you explain to me what's The Path?

I live in Venezuela, yes, the third world country.

Here, a good amount of the population practice "Santeria", wich is some sort of voodoo, it comes from the Yoruba tradition.

They practice some sort of cleansing, but that's witchcraft and i'm not into that.

Can't i do some sort of cleansing myself?

About the practice of something occult, i used to make sigils, and i used to meditate, i tried for a long time to make the astral proyection, never achieving it.

>>3582

The Path is what you seem to be taking your first steps in!

You either;

a) Ask a Santero for a cleansing (you don't need to follow their way, you are just asking for efficient help)

b) Start doing banishings/protection rituals if it suits you (before going to sleep at least)

c) Set sigils to be protected while sleeping

Use your imagination, be still, and know that you can always regain control of things.

I had a dream I murdered alot of people and a cousin of mine by strangulation in a church as I was dressed as a pastor *with that black and white neck thing and black robes**

I dream of death alot for some reason

I escaped the scene but left witnesses and drove off fast, I was afraid gonna get caught but no one seemed to have heard I did it.

The thing about of it was that I read that a officer was framed for what i did, I know I can't usually read in dreams so I have to ask.

did I kill a bunch of entities in the astral?

Not a dream, but help would be nice.

Last night was trying to WILD after waking from 4 hours of sleep.

After a few minutes of trying to induce a lucid state, I began hearing something like a sword unsheathing repeatedly like vid related. It eventually grew to be very loud and the "unsheathing" sound became constant (as in just a constant *SHIIIIIIING* rather than *SHING…SHING…SHING*). At this point, my entire body's energy was moving, something that I can do consciously. The sound became so disorientating that I had to give up trying to WILD and instead opt for this strange semi-lucid state where I knew I was dreaming and could tell myself what to do, but not actually directly control myself in 1st person if that makes sense.

Next time I try to do this and something similar happens, should I try to achieve a lucid or OBE state in spite of this sound? It was so jarring that I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. Not sure if the energy movement was related. I also woke up with a headache and nose slightly bloody.

>>3792

To me this sounds like experiences during AP exit. I also hear a lot of noise, but for me it's more like feeling high pressure in ears along with hearing high-pitched screech. I feel extremely powerful energy in my whole body too.

It's so extreme a few first times I aborted the exit because I was scared :^)

Maybe try next time some exit technique, like pulling yourself up on a rope.

A dream from today: I walk into a dungeon with few men, inside there are people in knight armors they have no swords or other means of defence, clothes red and yellow. I wield an imagined, invisible machine gun, the rest of the squad has normal weapons looking similar to MG 42, we proceed to extreminate knights in this underground complex, it is quite bright and moss grows on walls and floor. I shoot from my fingers I keep close to my side. All knights are now dead, we go to the last room we have not examined, it is a small library with old tomes, and a woman is sitting behind the desk, probably she maintains the library. She asks me why have I done this, killed all those knights with those guys, I realize what I have done, now stunned by truth.

This one got me thinking

>>3800

>Maybe try next time some exit technique, like pulling yourself up on a rope.

I did, but ended up fighting an uphill battle with sleep paralysis. Any idea as to why I was possibly experiencing an AP exit when I was trying to WILD?

>>3830

LD and AP aren't totally different phenomena. I am lead to believe that the only difference between them is that in LD you interact with a small astral playground of your own making, while in AP you go "out there".

As to why it happened - I don't know, but there is an overlap - both AP and LD require you to remain awake while your physical body goes to sleep. You can certainly use slightly modified WILD to achieve AP, but I didn't completely worked out the mechanics of it all just yet.

>>1516

I was working at my current job. It's a restaurant downtown. Nice looking place. Red wad celling with a mural painted along the wells wishin the building. there is a fountain on the mural. Anyway i am going about my usual routine of bussing tables and as approach a woman she is cutting through her fingers with a steak knife. she's talking but i can't hear what she is saying. I wake up.

Had a dream today in a village which corresponds to the village I grew up in, only dreamlike with much more forests and hills. The people in the village seemed asleep and unconscious so I went into a path downhill through the woods.

Arrived at a clearing with logs cut down and organized into piles along the way. A new village with few houses was below, at a valley. I hid in a house trying to snoop around and found a girl.

The girl was bald, with a tatooed face and jewels all over her body and face. She was worried and possibly hiding also. I talked to her and she told me she was marrying a man in that village and she didn't want to and wanted to escape. I looked at a jewel at her solar plexus, it was round and transparent like a diamond. She removed her bra that had the jewels attached and her left breast was cut off and she seemed in pain. I hugged her and went away to my home village again.

As I was leaving, I looked above to the forest and the trees had faces and bodies and stood in line. They were beautiful. I went uphill to the village. It was dark there, gloomy. I decided to leave again downhill and through the path I saw sick people raping newborn babies to my astonishment. I ran away almost crying. Arriving at the valley village, an army was assembling. They had robes, staves and masks. I talked to the leader, an easy going dude, and he told me he was delighted that he was marrying a girl there. I looked around the village and the girl wasn't there. I decided to enroll in that army and I was wearing the robe and staff and putting on the mask. In that moment I woke up.

Any thoughts?

I had a dream where my dead grandpa came back to life by some machine and spent the day with me and my dad. He's been dead for a long time now.

>>3832

It's completely possible to effectively project your consciousness while remaining fully aware and active with your physical body. Most people just have an absolute and disgraceful lack of focus, and attention span.

>>4332

>an absolute and disgraceful lack of focus, and attention span

I admit that having two sets of complete sensory experiences would be too much for me.

>>4334

I meant two complete sets, whatever.

>>4334

Can you walk and have a conversation at the same time, without injury? If so, you probably have more focus than you think. :P

Here's a trick when practicing what we're talking about. Close one eye.

>>4355

You don't understand, it's different. It's not like walking and talking, it's like walking in one direction and walking in the other simultaneously, or talking about something and about something different at the same time.

Have you ever had an AP exit?

>>4355

>>4356

Some quick experiment you can do:

Astral projection is more real than lucid dreaming (and by real I mean every sense, of sight, of sound etc. is more real) and lucid dreaming is more real than ordinary dream.

Question: can you dream while you walk and talk?

Experiment: go for a walk, or a jog or whatever and use your legendary power of focus to have a dream (and I mean a real dream, not just some imagination of seeing things and stuff - a daydream - a dream in which things are happening to you and you just react to them, a dream in which you are completely absorbed into the story and actually see, and I mean see as with your eyes, everything that happens) while simultaneously maintaining your activity on the physical. If this can't be done and it sounds a bit absurd tbh, then how do you imagine astral projection being possible in the same manner?

There was a meme about new agers some years ago on 8ch /fringe/ and it went something like this:

>ofc astral projection is just imagination, what else could it be? :^)

A short rundown of my last dream:

>I was kind to children and they wanted to socialize with me.

>As time went by, strange things happened, one kid got taken away with a fish hook.

>I realized we were living in a simulation but I tried to find the solution out.

>One other person in the simulation also knew she was in a simulation but she was nuts about it.

>Me and the other person never met or socialized more than once where I told her one line.

>The one line was one in many things that genuinely helped her coupe with her dementia.

First dream ends.

Second dream continues:

>It is now the aftermath of the simulation.

>It was all an ARG and everyone was actors and knew their part except me and the woman.

>Felt like the movie: the game.

>We were hosting a graduation party for the woman.

>I was part of a singing choir and a mirror was put in front of me.

>The mirror actually reflected a young angelic boy with wings in my place.

>The nutty woman graduated by throwing herself off in a leap of faith.

>She was given wings by realizing her heart's place.

This dream answered many of my questions. Normally mirrors doesn't allow the reflection on one's self in dreams and usually leads to a warped image.

I have to meditate on this.

Now, I shared this dream already in the general questions thread at the advice of a good friend of mine. There, I was directed to this thread by a kindly fellow.

So I shall share my story once more. Bear with me, its quite some text.

I normally never remember my dreams. They say every person has an average of five dreams per night, but I only ever seem to recall about one or two each month at most. My sleep seems to be almost dreamless, at least thats how it feels. So when I do get to conciously dream and be aware of it, that generally makes me somewhat elated, even if my dreams tend not to make sense.

Now usually, the dreams I do have/remember seem to be utterly random recollections of things I have seen, with no real constancy in them. Random people come and go, their faces morphing in the middle of their sentence, watching myself in third person. Things that are quite surreal, but more in the absurd 'thefuck' kind of way than an actually terrifying or Salvador Dali-esque way. Normally I have very little control over these dreams, sometimes I can't even interact with inanimate objects. No matter how much force I exert the surroundings remain unchangable. Almost always do I realise that I am in fact dreaming, yet I seem unable to assert control over it and change anything, no matter how hard I focus.

Yet this night, that changed. The dream started like any other, a strange collection of faces and people I know from my personal life, in a setting seemingly disconnected from it all (the elementary school which I went to, which is oddly enough a somewhat recurring location in my dreams, alongside several other places.) I recall very little from the beginning of the dream, and as I recall it was a *very* short one. I was led to a classroom at the end of a hall, where the desks are arranged in a square shape, leaving the center open. Several people are in the room, none of which I recognise. Most are standing, engaged in some dialogue or otherwise not interacting with me. A single man however, sits at the table, someone I presume to be in his mid- to late twenties, with a slight beard and quite well built. As I stand in the room he looks at me and starts speaking. He says to me that all this was a dream, and that it was time for me to wake up and forget it like all the other dreams. At that point, I could almost feel myself waking up, with my vision becoming blurry, and falling as if I was falling away into something. Yet for some inexplicable reason, possibly me being tired of forgetting all my dreams, I focus immensely on staying in the dream. For a moment I see a flash, and although I am not entirely sure, I almost seem to recall actually being awake and seeing my room for a splitsecond.

When I am back, I simply speak back to the man that tried to send me away, stating that this time I will not simply wake up and forget, and that I will remember. I feel as if I am in full control. With my mind, I raise one of the desks until it floats, before I send it crashing into the nearest wall, parting the group of people in its path. Throughout, I feel as if my vision is fading and my grasp on the dream is slipping away. To better illustrate, imagine how most games or movies these days depict the pressure of g-forces, with a creeping darkness in the corner of your eyes slowly blotting out everything. It was just like that. The table shatters against the wall, and at that point I decide to simply let go. At this point I reasoned I may have had a lucid dream. Knowing that it has some correlation with sleep paralysis, (which I had once before and quickly managed to get away from once I realised what it was), I decided not to push my luck and end it. When I did awoke, I was on my side with large parts of my body indeed being paralysed, yet I managed to break through it with easy, and returned to sleep.

The next part of my sleep was uneventful, with nothing happening. Now, I think I probably just had some sort of lucid dream (which I *never* had before, as I said I never seem to have *any* control in my dreams at all), but I mentioned it to a friend and he said I should ask /fringe/, which is what I am doing here.

With that, I am curious what you think, and hope some of you have similar experiences or will be able to shed some light on it.

A dream I had recently

>contacted by a group of magicians

>around my age, casually dressed

>I didn't recognise them at all (though I suppose I must see countless faces each day in the street; that could be replicated in dream)

>they want me to join their order, but first I have to prove myself

>they put me through a series of harrowing trials (I don't remember exactly what, though I remember the panic and the desperation with which I fled from something)

>semi-lucid at this point, I try to escape from my dream

>each time I think I've escaped, I awaken in my own room with a red implant in my hand (right hand. Either first finger or little finger. Hard to tell in a dream.)

>each time my room warps back into the trial, as though the walls melt away and my bed falls from beneath; and again I am running

>eventually become fully lucid

>begin flying, and banish whatever was chasing me with beams from my fingers

>also take a few potshots at the jeering magicians

>they decide this is good enough, and tell me they will be in contact again

>at last, I am allowed to awaken

This was about a week ago, and I have not had a dream containing them again.

If I am on the dream magicians' wild ride; it's a ride I'm happy to suffer.

>>4358

I too have had dreams where when realizing they were "acting" they give a sly smile and I wake up, no matter how badly I want to stay.

Spirits toying with us.

>meet up with old friend in dream

>realize i should get her number

>figure i'll get it later

>wake up before i can

week later

>at party

>surprisingly she is there

>realize i should get her number

>get her number

just thought it was kinda interesting looking back on it

I had this dream a few weeks ago but it let my mind full of fucks, it wasn't the whole dream itself but a bit of it wich i "woke up" in my bed with two hands coming from a black void touching my torso the whole room had a green light, I tried to resist but could not do a single thing and got forced into sleeping. The experience was way more vivid than the dream I had before.

>>5239

How's your heart? Breathing alright? Get any affection lately? Anybody laugh at you and made you upset or just wouldn't stop bothering you?

>>5239

>molested by a spoop

did you sperm all over?

Do you guys ever layered dreams

I did, I had a dream where I was fighting someone off with a gun, woke up to found I shot someone, I realized that too was a dream and woke up to fine they were fine and later can't remember when finally woke up for real.

>>6608

Yes, it happened to me once, one of the craziest dreams I've had.

I woke up 5-6 times and I started to panic in my dream because I didn't know why I kept waking up over and over. I would wake up as if I was in my bed but it was still a dream, I think there were different places I would wake up to but I don't remember them.

>>6609

>>6608

Do any of you use any substances that may alter what you may or may not feel?

>>6608

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/False_awakening

>>6615

I read about a DXM trip in which a guy fell asleep, woke up, went to a kitchen, smoke a cig, went back to bed, fell asleep and he did it like 10 times and he was in panic because he realized he was in some sort of loop, then he woke up for real this time, went to his kitchen and smoke a cig.

Anyway, any of you guys have "layered" lucid dreams or astral projections? I mean like you are having a lucid dream, then you go to sleep in this dream and then you go one level up and dream within a dream?

I only meditated in LD and repeated mantras which had some interesting effects. It's quite difficult for me to sit in any asana in LP because my limbs are quite… strange in such scenarios, I usually feel myself as just a point of awareness unless I consciously focus on some part of my body, like for example looking at hands as a reality test and seeing fingers disfigured or a different number of them, especially if my focus on them is low. So, when I sat in an asana it was difficult to correctly place my legs into a siddhasana as they just felt as a bunch of sticks disconnected to my being.

Also, I might as well share a story, it is from a few nights ago.

>be me

>lying in bed waiting for AP exit to kick in

>fucked up and ended up in some kind of sleep paralysis

I think that it might have been some sort of LP about SP and not a real deal SP. Or maybe it was an AP but I was convinced I'm stuck in my body or something so it was that way.

>having a feeling of being watched by something

>to my right there was a pillow on the bed lying against the wall

>was hearing a weird buzzing sound and saw that the pillow was not really a pillow but something masquerading as it, it was as if I "saw through" the illusion of pillow

>pillow was buzzing and vibrating and it had some sort of lights maybe as "eyes"

>it's hard to tell as I didn't wrote down the experience upon waking up and don't remember such details well

>got pissed at the pillow for interrupting me and in that moment I forgot I'm supposed to be in SP and just grabbed the pillow and threw it on the floor

>the pillow didn't like it and got angry, the buzzing and vibrating intensified and it was coming at me

>got a bit scared as I didn't know what I was dealing with so I started repeating the Kali mantra

>by the second repetition the pillow and my room faded and I was back in my body

>stupid fucking pillow, won't let me AP in peace

I'm not sure what were the intentions of the pillow and whether it was malevolent towards me or not. I just got pissed and it was the closest object I could blame for my failure. I'm not sure also whether the pillow was "angry" as I assumed back then, maybe it just couldn't communicate other than through buzzing and vibration.

>>6630

>Anyway, any of you guys have "layered" lucid dreams or astral projections?

I meant that you do this intentionally as a part of experience and not by accident as in >>6608

>>6608

>>6630

> "layered" lucid dreams

they are called false awakenings look it up

Oh intentionally. I'd still use the same term, but instead you're tricking your subconscious or astral body instead of the other way around, perhaps as a shortcut to go deeper/higher

regardless you've mentioned some interesting thigs

>>6633

I know what false awakenings are.

It's not the same in my opinion, as in false awakening you think you are awake but you are not.

In these "layered" LDs/APs you know that you are not in a waking reality the whole time and you do not have an experience of waking up, but to the contrary - falling asleep again.

Tbh the only thing which is similar in these experiences are the loops - the loop of waking up only to find out that you are still dreaming and wake up again and go to sleep to go to sleep in a dream.

>>6635

Well I explained how it makes sense. Instead of the consciousness being tricked the subconscious is being tricked.

This is how it can be a shortcut

>>6641

I'm not disagreeing with the shortcut part, I'm just saying that this is different from false awakening.

Even in the wiki article you posted:

>A false awakening is a vivid and convincing dream about awakening from sleep, while the dreamer in reality continues to sleep. After a false awakening, subjects often dream they are performing daily morning rituals such as cooking, cleaning and eating.

Which obviously doesn't match up with that whole "consciously going to sleep within a dream" thing as you are aware of what's going on all the time imho.

>False awakenings, namely those in which one dreams that one has awoken from sleep that featured dreams, take on aspects of a double dream or a dream within a dream.

So the only part of the "layers" experience that kinda matches false awakening is the part after the first awakening, which is de facto after "layers" experience as you are no longer in a dream within a dream. You can also wake up to a "ground zero" reality directly from the dream nested in another dream I guess.

Also, I disagree, in this particular case, with the very name "false awakening". It's called false because you are under the impression that you have really awoken while in fact you did not. When there is no such confusion, as it is with the case of lucidly dreaming within the "level 1" dream, there is no "false awakening" but just an awakening from one layer into another.

>>6641

>>6643

Oh I see now that I misunderstood you I think.

You meant I presume that the second dream is only a certain technique which is used to get to some other area of dream experience.

I kinda agree with that, but at the same time isn't a dream just a technique to get to some other area of consciousness?

I mean, I prefer to view awareness as a continuum, not something separated into "waking state", "dream", "lucid dream", "astral projection" labels.

I see the second dream as a dream in it's own rights, much like lucid dream takes us into some other part of this "awareness continuum" and is in itself also a shortcut to some form of experience. Dream is just a word describing a way to access some other part of this continuum and dream within a dream is also just that, so with that definition I think that it's justified to label it as a state in it's own right.

two days ago

>be in a big luxury hotel

>suddenly fall out of the window

>when i hit the ground i start to roll down the hill and land in a dark place

>find myself in a room with redeyed grey catlike entity, tv screen and two connected irregular shaped triangles spinning around some kind of ball

>entity introduce itself as protector (i think) of tetragrammaton (im 100% sure that it was tetragrammaton)

>sit by TV and watch the screen, dont even look on the entity or tetragrammaton

>hear the entity shouting that this is not how you do it

>feel the hard hit in the head with sound of crushing skull

>wake up shocked with intensive feeling in my head

do i understand it well? i'm trying to do magic, but im still addicted to mundane shit?

I had a dream where I was at a masquerade, where I was opposing these entities that were hiding in the crowd as people something about them had a parasitic vibe.

So make thing short I essentially was going around this large place repeating a few phrases, something like "I know what you are daemon, begone" or something like that, suddenly they would just kind of decay and melt away around me.

They didn't even attack me, just stood there as it happened.

The worst of it is when I found my self falling into this dark place of a dark green and purple aura with these giant long arms everywhere like a storm, they just rain down around me.

There were these decaying corpses standing back between the arms and this big eye with a red iris.

It gave me this bad feeling.

thoughts?

>>7314

well that escalated quickly

after challenging the things by saying you know what they are, you were given something you don't know. You should have repeated what you said earlier lol idk

A woman said to me, become like Griffith I think she meant from berserk, don't let anything stand in your way, attain immortality even if it cost you your life"

She was a very curvy blonde woman with a white toga and a pony tail.

reminds me of the blonde Eris discordians use as a mascot

>>7479

>even Eris thinks Griffith did nothing wrong

Impressive

I had a pretty peculiar dream once. It was far in the future and I was on board a spaceship. We were in the middle of a battle, with whom I don't know. Some sort of wire was released and 2 of them cut a ship down. It didn't explode and I remember I was on the bridge as the helmsman. Possibly a navigator or intel type of role. I suggested to the captain that the ship put a current through its hull to keep it together. The ship was saved, probably long enough for all hands to escape. As the battle continued I remember everything sort of fading and I saw Earth and a sense of falling. Then I was in a city park talking to a young woman with reddish brown eyes and light brown/pinkish hair. By our uniforms I could tell we were both in the military. We were very close. I felt like I had known her all my life. Before the dream ended, I remember her saying "I'll be here waiting, the next time you decide to fall from the sky…." Then everything faded away.

I used to visit this site a few years back, im glad to see its back I suppose.

I had a query to make regarding dreams so I typed fringechan into google as I felt you could answer my basic question.

My head has been very discordant and it's been difficult to isolate thoughts from one another and decide if they are detrimental to my psyche or not. I'm living in a hostel and I think it's likely a certain man has been drugging me. I've been taking a number of psychotic delusions where I have multiple heads and limbs and I can't tell where my body begins and ends. It's a big load of nonsense. My virginity was also taken by someone which has felt like a cattle prod shoved into my head.

I've stopped recalling dreams entirely. Either that or I have seemed to have stopped dreaming somehow. I was wondering if I could have some advice. I was hoping to resume experimentation with dreamscapes again since I actually now have a bedroom and bed where I can reliably fall asleep and document things. That, and i've met someone who has been a large source of inspiration when it comes to my basic uneducated pondering regarding perception and awareness. If im a dumb space cadet, he is the captain of the starship. He has stacks of knowledge stuffed away between the folds of his brain, grained through rigorous experimentation on himself. It's a pain getting him to reveal anything though. He doesn't speak loads.

In keeping with the spirit of the thread however - my last dream was a while back. During sunrise while I was partially awake, so it was easy to recall.

It was surprisingly complex for its duration. It involved the happenings and events surrounding some university student body. There was drama, but the reasons for the drama occurring have escaped me.

Anyways, I miss either dreaming or recalling dreams. I heard you could encourage nightmares by consuming certain foods or substances but I doubt I need to go that far.

I've ended up staying up all night writing and sleeping all day, is it possible this is the cause? I feel it might be. Im sitting alone staring at a screen and my brain isn't exactly having the time of it's life when my day to day (night to night?) life is so quiet and uneventful. I probably just need to start sleeping at night and getting out during the day so my mind has experiences to absorb.

I don't know. I am evidently not very educated on this topic.

>>7969

Yea son, get some nighttime sleep.

Real, normal, consistent sleep is the only way I get dreams.

Also take some ZMA vitamins before sleep with more than 30 minutes absent of eating. You'll get crazy, vividly memorable dreams.

>>7971

Thank you for your response.

Although for "research" purposes I prefer to see what dreamscapes my mind takes me to by itself without a whole lot of outside influences.

Still, you could argue that everything is an outside influence. I should reserve some time to try your suggestion just for the fun of it. Give myself an interesting experience.

Id like to learn what others think about this topic. I have always been of the belief that If I perceive something, nobody could prove to me that it isn't real or otherwise. But what does that mean if we can influence the nature of a dream through outside measures such as substances?

Ok guys. I have a dream that I'm hoping to get an answer for. Everytime just get some cryptic stuff about figuring it out on my own. Now it's been a while since I've recounted this one but I still remember the gist of it.

I know I'm in some sort of steampunk/rusty building. Iirc.i got a glimpse of the outside and it was pretty barren and destroyed out there.i was there with another person, we were looking for something I think. But the next thing I remember is we were fighting some kind of black/dark/shadow creature. We were losing its attention was on me and my partner/friend rushed it and stabbed it from behind. There was a silent moment before it arched it's back until it practically was touching the floor screeche'd out "blood" and the world went kinda black and white as if there was some kind of blinding flash. Then the next thing I know is that I'm racing up a metalspiral staircase with a small bundle in my arm. At first I thought it was a baby but it kept changing. First a boy then a girl, then it appeared elderly as I reached a metal mesh catwalk of sorts.

And that's all I remember right now. I'm pretty sure I woke up at that point though

i had a dream once that i was walking through a landscape covered in brightly patterned fabric. there were women dressed as orthodox nuns wearing the same colour fabric as their surroundings, and staying completely still and staring outwards. the fabric of their clothes was sewn together with the fabric of the ground. i wondered how anyone could stay so still without getting bored, i thought they must be masters of meditation. then i realised that they werent actually human but a kind of plant and that i was on an alien planet made out of fabric. pretty weird, dont know what it meant but it was nice and trippy. i wish i had the skills to animate it into a video.

then i realised that they were actually a kind of plant

the dreams i have early on in the night tend to be less intense and usually just with me on my own. later dreams are more vivid and always involve other people i know. i wonder if im in their dream when theyre in mine. i feel like later on in the night when all the people you know are also asleep, your sharing dreams but dont remember it, or are too stuck in your subjective interpretation you dont realise, idk but i think people share dreams way more often than they realise

>>9102

>your sharing dreams but dont remember it

Have you ever remembered a shared dream? One morning when I was a kid my mother spoke about a troubling dream she had had during the night, and I had had the same dream. In the dream our family kept bees and the bees were a vaguely threatening presence. I think these things are more common when you have a very close bond with the other person.

I was in my room in my parents house, where I spent my childhood in. My body was feeling heavy, I could barely move. I made an effort and got to the mirror, I saw my current reflection but for some reason I was terrified by it. I was feeling trapped, thinking I would have to stay there forever. Then some small elf-like creature, like santa's elfs, that was all white, colourless, but had distinctive features, but had no voice, guided me out through gestures, showing me to follow him, so I crawled after him and woke up

>>9199

that was white because it emerged from the wall. It took it's appearance as it had low energy there, as it's size and inability to speak also suggests. It wasn't a regular dream, It is one of the many dreams where I am self aware and unable to move, then I meet some entity that wills to get there after me and rescue me.

Was at a cemetry, it was quite old and closed (ie no new people were to be buried there) and you could see all the graves from a raised platform. It was night. The graves were different, some were tombstones, some were pretty big and had a mausoleum over the grave.

I watched with my dad at the graves. One grave caught my attention. It was fairly richly decorated, and I looked at it from a distance of around twenty meters. Mind you, it was still dark. Suddenly a camel and a lion came to the grave at high speed. They walked abnormal, as if the time was sped up by 2. The camel stood on the grave and it started to dig, exposing the corps of a man who was dead for ~20 years. His body was still intact though, the suit he whore was still good and he did not rot. My parents urged me to look. The lion came and devoured the body, eating it and ripping it to pieces. Then the two animals left, and so did I with my parents. The corpse kept laying exposed, shredded to pieces, with a faint but clear moaning.

>>9280

Maybe something you thought was lost will turn up but soon after be destroyed or damaged?

I have a dream I'll post later as I'm about to start a class. There's one part in particular I want to ask yall about

I had a strange one last night, I could remember a few things about but I list them.

Apart of my chest skin was gone revealing fatty substance between my pectoral muscles

I heard two woman saying someone named amodaous or Antonio died of a disease he couldn't fight

I remember walking toward a graveyard that I pictured was filled with plagues and diseased bodies, cautious that I might catch the disease I still walk toward it but for some reason I was unafraid of going in.

thats all I can remember

All I can remember from my dream is a phrase I can't get out of my head, Election Day is judgement day.

another strange dream friends.

Right off the bat I knew I was somewhere in japan,I didn't know where and I was coming up on a large home.

I sneaked in because I felt like I wasn't suppose to be there, I descended 4 flights of stair before searching around a very large room.

A few older women appeared on a higher floor that connected to a stairway to the floor, looking down to me one of them said something

that comforted me, can't remember what. I decided to join them to go somewhere, can't remember where.

noticing a young girl pic related in the group I found myself sexually attracted to her, when she left the group I followed her until we stopped somewhere.

She or possibly both of us were fighting some strange entities, they were dark gray skinned , hairless, faceless and skinny as if they were starving, very corpse like.

After were were done fighting the girl told me to leave her alone she didn't love me and asked why I loved her, I replied "Love you? I don't even know you.".

Everything cut to black with a white word appearing, the middle was blurred a bit but I perceived that it said "Minerva".

anyone want to analyze my dream?

>>5239

I'm not into posting here, but….I had a dream just like that yesterday night, I was in my room when suddenly my cellphone screen lit up and there was a guy inside a red room to which I extended both of my arms

The only detail I can remember at the moment is a corner of my room where my clothes hanged was empty, a presumably dead body was on the ground, it's face away from me and I was holding a hose, with no adapter/nozzle, spraying a constant stream of water at it. The water was washing a continuous amount of blood that was flowing from the clothed body, no visible wound, and the blood and water flowed into a drain out of my vision. I seemed to be frozen in that action, only being able to watch the corner and hold the hose.

>>9832

I have had similar dreams in which I am forced to try to cover up a murder or some other heinous crime. I never dream about actually doing the bad thing.

>a continuous amount of blood

>I seemed to be frozen in that action

I sometimes feel powerless or frozen too.

I guess they're about the struggle with the darker impulses and the struggle to keep the conscious mind in control.

I saw aliester crowley, he had black eyes.

He had the appearance of when he was bald & fat, he had a heard on his jaw line but not covering his face and he was wearing a robe, one you have to put over your head like a shirt not an open one.

he just stared at me and I at him.

I had a dream that started out usual, just walking around college. Then when I was about to leave, I saw this giant clown face. One of its eyes was like a camera, while the other appeared to be burnt paint or a used missile port. My dream started to get very vivid at this point. Each side of the face was different, one white, the other red. It had a mouth. On the other side of the head had another face that was light blue and had frost breath. Opposite of that side was dark green, which may of been a face disguised as hair too. The whole thing reminded me of one of those amusement park type displays.

Not sure if the dream was based off some video playlists I saw on /x/, but it was something new to my dreams.

>>1775

I have so many dreams that involves arcade rooms and vending machines.

It was 2013. I had been practicing with a group of hopeful magicians for the better half of one year and finally it was coming time to advance in our practice. I had been training for astral travel and lucid dreaming for about as long. There were many vivid lucid dreams and many moving and signify that experiences in this time. Today I will share one of the more spectacular occurrences in hopes that someone provides a bit of insight into the final event of the experience.

It was a semi-lucid dream. I was walking through the casino that I worked in, randomly walked outside to the valet area and two girls get out of a red Ferrari and begin to pleasure me. Dreams like this would happen from time to time when I was saving my sexual energy. My teacher warned of this being sucubus out to steal the sexual energy for themselves. It is up to the student to resist.

I woke up immeadiately. Changed my underpants and went into the bathroom, looked myself in the face in the mirror and said "fuck this." I got right back into bed, visualized the dream and as soon as I had some kind of body I made myself pull my finger. My consciousness with instantaneously transported into the astral form. It was my most vivid experience at that point in time. I tried to ump and fly but came back down. I took a large breath and stuck in the air. I hovered by a couple in the casino sitting at a table sharing chicken fingers. The woman said to me "you can't have my chicken fingers" and I asked why and she and her mate took on grotesque faces. I flew up and kicked them in the face until they had diminished in size and were no longer a threat. Then, I turned a corner and said aloud "around this corner will be the valet area" and it was.

The two girls were there, outside of the car. I went up to them and they made haste in running to their Ferrari To escape. I flew after them and while they drove, from on top of the car I smashed the wind shield and sun roof in attempt to destroy the succubus. They exit the car and run into an abandoned building, running up to the third level. This level was full of boxes, crates, barrels; run of the mill storage containers and a prisoner in shackles in the room at the very top of the stairs. The building was of an industrial size. I had the succubus cornered bear a window. One backed up and fell out of the window. The other looked at me and screamed in an evil voice "you KILLED HER" and took a threatening stance. I grabber her ankles and sent her out of the window head first.

Looking out of the window I see a group of demonic looking warriors entering the building. I usually fight in dreams with the sexual energy I have saved up and my "dream sword" (I found the sword in an earlier dream. it changes a I change and progress in the great work. Many people have similar affects in their astral life). That energy was in limited supply and the sword wasn't with me. I Hurried and hid behind a crate and found three weapons. A spear, a halberd and a battle axe. I used and broke or threw away all of the weapons killing the sharp toothed, pale and veiny humanoid monsters with the gelatinous flesh. I am at the top of the building trying to free the prisoner when the monster that looks to be the boss of the company that I had just slaughtered comes into the room. I instinctively conjure up my sword(this was the first time I had ever done this) and slice the top of his head off, about one inch of it. He is much taller than me, almost 8ft. He laughs. I attack again and he cracks my sword in his hand when he catches it. He raises his sword to smite me and at that moment I begin to scream. I am surrounded in blue light. It premeditates everything. It pours through my eyes and mouth. I feel a sharp pain in my left hand. I hear the words "only the true devotee knows when he is improsoned". After my extreme detonation I was in an area of waste and concrete rubble. I woke up with the Amythest pyramid I keep by my bed clenched in my left fist. It is 2x2in at the base.

I am wondering if anyone has any insight into the pyramid explosion thing. Thanks for reading this long story. Wishing love and truth to you all.

>>10083

>being this conflicted over your base urges that you literally go berserk

That story really made me giggle. Either:

a) transmute your sexual energy

b) practice sex magic

Two dreams I had last night

1. while I was going to get into a car I was confronted with what I perceived to be skinwalker, it had a deformed rotting body of a deer standing on hind legs. Every time I tried to get into the car I moved incredibly slow, I remember getting in it a few times but I kept getting out.

After a while I eventually rushed the skinwalker and attacked it and I gave a blood curtailing scream when I did, when I did this the skin walker seem to be surprised.I kept making these scream because I noticed It seem to make the entity uneasy. later a gorilla like beast too it's place, same thing as before in how things happened.

2.I perceived something I read that day, it was about how an age of darkness was coming where "satan" was going to mess with timelines and we'd enter an age of darkness that would last for years.

Well it starts off with me looking to the sky as me and my group walk down a path, in the sky I saw a mighty crimson dragon with three heads, each connected to a long neck with yellow scales covering the throat, each mouth spit fire as it flew. My crew noticed too but we kept doing and eventually we got to a hill but as we were about to cross over it I saw in the sky a large floating tower, it had land at its base and clouds under it, this time I turned away and looked back with them too see it was on the ground. I said I was probably just tired while rubbing my eyes as they look at me weird for yelling that I see a floating tower.

We crossed over the hill and me and my crew noticed we were next to a beast in the grass, I kept my distance but my friend were slow moving and the monster appeared, it was a enormous pale skinned pig beast with a snake connecting to its body at its ass, it's snout was log and narrow. we ran and come to a town to see the crimson dragon from before burning part of it before fleeing, the pig beast followed is and to cut to the chase it killed my friend so I broke some wood into two pieces and pierced it's throat, killing it. I perceived that somewhere an entity told a cartoonish caricature of satan, a ripped horned devil with red skin and sunken eyes of my victory and for some reason he was impressed and gave me "experience points", some town people came in after that and showed me something.

anyone have any thoughts on this?

It doesnt quite fit the topic but I dont want to make a new thread for this

I've been trying to lucid dream for some time now by consciously falling asleep and I'm starting to get the gist of it cause the last two nights I was on the edge of falling asleep but I ruined it the first night and the second night something odd happened..

First night:

I was about to fall asleep, the white spots in front of my eyes started to form into figures and sleep paralysis was present, but then I got too hyped about and woke up again

That's nothing too special

Second night:

I, again, was at the edge of falling asleep

Then I saw an entity with wings in the corner of my left eye,I could even hear a fluttering right beside my head

I shrugged it off and thought that something was just trying to prevent me from falling asleep

But immediatly after that my phone lighted up

(I put in on silent so no incoming messages would bother me)

But there wasnt a message, my charger died

My fucking charger died, right after this happened

This can't be a coincidence

So the light of the phone brought me back to the real world and I had a massive headache und my ears were ringing and after that I just couldnt get back into the "zone"

What was that?

I had a dream on the 16th that I was standing in front of a pentagram on a black mat on the floor doing a ritual, and a deep voice without a location said something like "you have accepted that you are unable to continue with your current power, and allowed me to assume control"

Am I become satan?

>>11530

It's obvious analogy. The ritual represents your enslavement to jewish society, the deep voice represents the subliminal brainwashing you soak up like the jews want you to.

tl;dr you mind is telling you that the jews have made you a puppet, wake the fuck up goy

>>10471

It was a meme, or as bullshit sissy wizards call them to sound smart, a thoughtform. Thoughtmemes are everywhere, most of them are basically viruses and don't have any real conscious thought or higher motivation, they're just feedback programs really. Probably just a meme that gets attracted to energy, the things tend to flock around schizos, meth addicts, and people with sleep paralysis. Just use affirmations or some shit to the effect of a magic circle to prevent anything from sucking your loosh.

>>11531

whats this then

>>9726

>>11531

Your comment made me want to reply, as I think this board would do well to drop some of it's abundant paranoia. Not every cube is an evil aspect of Saturn, every negative state is not the work of reptilian overlords. The lack of clear categories can be mentally very crippling and lead to many blind alleys and vicious circles. Think Aldous Huxley; "if one started with the wrong predicaments, everything would seem a self-validating conspiracy against oneself" or something along those lines.

>>11530

Psychoanalytically there is something called the dream thought; a true impulse of the genius that is dressed and presented through the psychic censor, etc. one's own subjective set of trauma and bias. The dream thought (translates roughly to "the message from the higher self" in new age jargon) is always out to orientate you towards living up to your most vivid and life-embracing capabilities. I cannot offer you in-depth analysis for obvious reasons, but I can congratulate you for being as open and receptive to the suggestions of your genius as you are; the meaning of symbols is always highly contextual, and not something I'll comment on here. I will post a longer reply once I get home and can focus a bit. In the meanwhile, it might be beneficial for you to undertand the dream thought to think of the individual symbols in the dream, and how you associate them; what's black, what's a pentagram etc.

Beautiful dream btw; will write more later

>>11530

As ought to be obvious to each and all posting on fringe, every symbol down to the most universal and seemingly consensual ones, are in the end contextual; the pragmatic significance they imply are subjective, as the medium in which they are perceived (kamaloka ~ astral realm) is deciphered through and by the conditioned mind.

What this means when it comes to interpreting dreams and astral experiences in general is this; to gain useful information for practical purposes, the data needs to be interpreted, not taken at face value - unless, of course, one is fluent in the language of subjective symbols and the message is loud and clear - a HGA-type entity telling you "stop masturbating every night and meditate instead!" is pretty self-explanatory. But I digress.

In your dream, there are several distinct motifs. There is you as the actor; there is the black mat with a pentagram; there is the disembodied authoritative voice.

The voice seems to thematically be a representation of the power drive - or rather a substitute drive of sociability, an expression of the internalized state of hierarchical power dynamics; the fundamental cultural traumatic imprint we all share is the frustration of sociability and equality, and the resulting overcompensation of a will to power; that we seek to dominate and combat one another instead of seeking to help and be helped. The expression "you have accepted that you are unable to continue with your current power, and allowed me to assume control" clearly indicates the key issue; that of power and control.

Now - to whom would you like to give control over to? To God - to Satan? Clearly your ego (the actor in the dream) is aware of it's own insignificance and ontological irrelevance - for which I congratulate you; that you seem wake enough to dream such things. Yet the question remains; to whom would the ego give the power to; whom would you serve? It seems that the voice appears as a response to your ritual; that the dream though, in a nutshell, suggests; give up your useless attempts to control and LET GO, let ME take over. Now it becomes urgent to ask; who is this voice? What is the meaning behind it?

You refer to Satan later in the post. Now, let me ask you - what other word could be used here? What is Satan a symbol for? Ontologically; to whom does the ego surrender and serve. Pragmatically; what stands in the way of this surrender?

Beautiful dream, anon. Do take all of this with a grain of salt. At best it will provoke thought, as it is not possible to provide in-depth analysis anonymously.

Anyone else here analyze dreams utilizing any psycho-dynamic theories? I personally find that psychoanalysis goes neatly hand in hand with the occult, when one realizes the nearly identical nature of prana, kama and libido.

>>11533

>>11628

This dream seems to really connect to you, so I'll open up a bit more. I'm very "new age", I see rituals and working with higher entities as a bad thing. So when I, in a very dark time of my life (now), have a dream about performing such a ritual and giving in to a higher power which clearly came across as evil, it's a bit of a shock.

Now I am heavily considering taking a long break from magick as my life is too stressful to continue on with it, and I've lost all interest just trying to stay afloat in my regular life. Perhaps this is what giving in was? Accepting temporary hedonism for current pleasure and turning away from the truth.

>>11654

My apologies. One forgets that not everyone here shares the same attitude of active pursuit in occult.

This said, seems I can't really help you with the dream - at best i could try to force my own idea of it on you, but that'd be silly.

I'm curious though - what exactly does "magick" mean to you if not ritual and working with "higher" entities?

a fat balding man with a black mustache broke into my home, we fought. Coming to a compromise we become friendly. We go to a restaurant to do a favor for him, getting him in somewhere, he gives me a few choices on food that act as a signal to the people we are meeting, I chose ramen noodles. I am nervous I will be arrested, I make a mess finishing my meal. The men meet me and they tell me along with some friends we all have to pay 50 bucks to enter their "funhouse" for 2 hours, I don't have money, I panic, my friend pays for me grudgingly.

Entering this degenerate house I observe a museum dedicated to serial killers and admitably interesting room on dissection of animals and people. Moving on I get to a room where I have to fuck sonic the hedgehogs mom I have taken it as a sign to stop watching so many videos of this sonic autist I've been watching to move forward, turning into shaggy and scooby appears we fuck her, I envision us moving through the place fast but I didn't want to waste the whole 2 hours there in her so without any pleasure I actually ejaculate precum and wake up.

Upon waking up I perceive something strange leaving me as I cum. Ever since then I haven't been having my usual desire to masturbate or eat to much.

I know it's pretty demented but if someone could tell me what this means it would help.

I had a dream that I was walking along a dirt road in the countryside. I ended up at the side of a piece of property surrounded by a metal wire fence with a few buildings scattered throughout it, and some small plots for growing vegetables. This was the "new" compound for the Gurdjieff work, and Gurdjieff could be seen walking among his students overseeing their work, while twirling his white mustache in characteristic fashion. There were a few people waiting at the entrance in order to be admitted into his (Gurdjieff's) school, and I decided to get in line with them. He rejected every single one with a slight, dismissive wave of the hand, not uttering a word. Then my turn came, and I received the same response.

I decided that I wasn't ready to give up just then so I decided to sit down in the dirt near the entrance, cross-legged. I figured I would wait either till he decided to accept students again, in which case I would be first in line, or until someone dropped out leaving space for more students, or until some unforeseen propitious circumstance made my admission possible. Gurdjieff payed no attention to me as though it was a matter of complete indifference to him that I was sitting there and waiting. As I waited a famous actor walked into the property. He was, or looked very much like, the actor from The Professional, who plays the hitman. When he turned and saw me, he smiled and showed a surprised expression. Apparently we knew each other. He asked me what I was doing here, and I explained that I was seeking to be admitted into Gurdjieff's school. He then told me that he was going in to see Gurdjieff at his office, and that he would be sure to mention my name, and that I was as good as already admitted. He wrote down my name on a piece of paper intending to hand it to Gurdjieff.

Lo and behold, when Gurdjieff came out I was officially allowed into the school, but he seemed wary about it, as though he were doing it grudgingly. I almost immediately joined in various school activities the nature of which I can't remember. Through out Gurdjieff would prod me with little trick questions in order to trip me up or test me. I remember only one, when he asked "at what time do we play, here?" The answer I gave, which was the correct one, was a resounding "never!" since we only "work" (for those who don't know one of the names for Gurdjieff's movement is "the Work").

At one point in the dream, Gurdjieff handed me a golden coin or medallion of some kind, not explaining what it was for or why he was giving it to me, but urging me to hold on to it. That's when I woke up.

i'm very curious about the meaning behind that golden medallion.

I had a dream where I was fucking my mom. What the fuck is this shit?

>>11946

You are coming of age.

The Mind-Piercer

I had been dreaming for awhile when I found myself inside a house. I was standing in a long hallway. There was enough light to see the off white painted walls. The brown carpet reminded me of my Grandparent's house in Tinley Park. A hunch pushed me to check for fish tanks. I found 8 of them at one end of the hallway. They were medium sized tanks. All contained exotic saltwater species. The water was clear and they appeared to be in working order. No fish were dead or upside down. Some were laying on their sides though. There usually is a fear and anxiety that accompanies these fish tanks when I discover them. This huge responsibility that I have not been taking care of. How many fish have died, will die and continue to suffer? A responsibility so large that the necessary effort to take care of it is beyond my desire or ability. These feelings were hardly there if at all this time. Sure, I had concern for the fish, but it compelled me to take action. I decided to make water changes. My first task was to find a hose. I headed toward the center of the hallway. There was an opening to one side that led into a kitchen. To my left along the entire wall was a countertop with a sink in the center. I first checked under the sink. I reached my hand into empy, black nothingness. It was like this part of the hologram wasn't constructed. I waited a moment and tried searching beneath the sink again. This time I tried imagining what I wanted. I managed to pull out a length of clear plastic tubing like that of the siphon I use in waking life. It was only a few feet in length. Not enough to reach from the tanks to a drain. I headed out of the kitchen into a connected second hallyway. It was as if the house was on repeat or the floor wrapped around back to itself. It was the same hallway that is on the other side of the kitchen. I shrug and chalk this up to being in a dream and head down the hall the way I haven't been. I enter a large room I assume is the master bedroom. It is not rectangular. Each half of the room is offset from the other. Instead of 4 walls there are 7. The corners of the room are dark with only the aura of strange, dim light eminating around them. A flat screen television casts a haunting glow in the far right corner. I can make out an edge of a dresser poking out from the shadow to my immediate right. There is not much else in the room and I don't take note of anything of interest to my left. There is a presence here with me. It is my brother, Connor, but I don't see or interact with him. He is "felt" and believed to be there. The last fuzzy memory I have of this room is searching the darkness shrouded over the dresser in the corner. It was a transition, either a spike of waking consciousness or hologram reconstruction.

It is day time and it is bright outside. I am in a field and I see many people about. It reminds me of the music festivals I have attended at camp grounds. I don't not any particular music playing or see any performances within view. I'm chosen by some woman to take part in a group activity. I'm told this should be fun and is to see how we interact with each other. After assembling us into a group, I am selected for the first activity. There was a short conversation before she left me to stand in a designated spot 10 yards away from the group. I stand there watching the group for about ten minutes. At no point am I sure of what is happening in their group. Members come and go, sometimes pairing up to talk with one another. Things get stirred up when the coordinator lady returns to the group and gets hit in the head by a football. The bright yellow football has a three winged tail like the nerf vortex footballs. Although I she had instructed me to remain in the spot I had been standing, I came over to her to see if she was alright. In the back of my mind I thought this may be part of the actual text. I seem to recall that during our conversation I given a medical service role within the group. This seemed like an opportunity for the "medical service" person to step in. The group was talking with her, asking if she was okay, scolding whoever threw the ball. I made sure to interject with an "are you okay?" so that she knew I had come over and concerned. The woman seems to be okay and she hurries off without us. The group begins wandering around when two of the men decide to have a fight for fun. One of the women in the group worries for one of the men because he is older and has a history of neck or brain issues. n or neck he was at risk of injury. The whiplash from a sudden powerful force like that in a car crash. Things get fuzzy again, I may have pulled the old guy out and stepped in.

>1/3

>>12426

I experience a transition. I am an actor who played a cowboy named Willy. I keep looking into a mirror and saying "you need a cowpoke like Willy to handle that" in a bad old western drawl. I don't know what house I am in, but I've been in the bathroom the entire time. I hop into the shower which is a tripped out, surreal experience. The laws of gravity are wonky. Water droplets are falling, but at a slower rate and bouncing around in odd directions. The experience is almost flashback like to experiences on LSD.

I transition back into the house with the hall, kitchen, fish tanks and master bedroom. Only now I am sort of dragonborn like lizard man. That presence I felt earlier described as my brother is now my son and has manifested. I am a bipedal, thick bodied creature resembling that of a dinosaur. He is a long and slender cross between a snake and a goanna. I have crash landed from a long and arduous jouney into this current reality. In the back of my mind is the knowledge of my "Heritage" and that I am to pass it on to my son when he is ready. The "Heritage" is what appears as a small ball of light that is my essence. The core of my being is contained within this ball. I do not dwell on it for long or in detail for it is knowledge I've held forever. My consciousness is low at this point. The dream is vivid and the scenario has gotten way out there. When I had first arrived in this scenario, my son thought I had died from. I was lying face down and not moving right away. He did not check on me or seem at concerned in at least attempting to help me. He assumed I was dead. He wasted no time beginning to talk himself about receiving the "Heritage". I managed to fight my way back to life and stood up. I looked at my son and told he was not ready to receive the "Heritage". I didn't catch the exact phrasing, but he a cliched movie villain response like "then I'll have to take it!" He transformed into a long, thin, bright green snake with a sharp, pointed snout and darted at me. My reflexes are quick as I catch the snake in my left clawed hand. I'm confident in my strength as I restrain him in my clutch. The snake's head transforms into floating balls that orbit needle. It stabs my arm and it is like a thousand screams let out within my skull at the once. I hear the voice of an older man begin a narration. He tells me I have been bit by the "Mind-Piercer".

>2/3

>>12427

I transition into a desert. The narrator continues, "once bitten by the Mind-Piercer, a few things may happen. You may receive a visit from the Five Emeralds."

I'm viewing a scene of a woman sitting somewhere else in this desert. I'm to her left. A green, etheric fire begins burning in front of her. The tendrils of twisting and twirling aether form solid into the bodies of snakes. Five snakes. Each an unique species, but all prominent shades of green. The narrator goes on, "only one of the emeralds may speak with you."

The scene changes to another person in another location in the same desert. I'm behind this person. In front of him are the Five Emeralds, each floating in their own column of green etheric fire. One of them approaches the person I assume to commune. The narrator again, "or something else."

He drifts off as I am immediately transitioned back to my own space in the desert. Sitting cross-legged, an penetrating pain is shaking my who left arm. I look to see a detailed tatoo of the Mind-Piercer running the whole length of my arm. All the way from the shoulder down to the wrist. The tail protruded from should as it flicked about and its head stuck out a few inches from wrist. It looked at me one before burrowing into my arm for good where it became the completed tatoo.

I transition to some unidentifiable place. The man who has been narrating is there, but I don't get a good look at him. He presents me with a giant glowing screen. It has lots of boxes of all different sizes and many different colors. Within each box is a word, each unique in spealling, font and color. He asks me to read the word in the grey box. I look and have trouble reading the words. I'm reminded that I am in a dream by the difficulty I am having recognizing letters. I locate the grey box and I make what looks like "rea". I get the sense that I answer was incorrect, but the narrator does not say. He now presents me with a book opened to a page in the middle. He tells me about the power of a wizard once known as "Mizushuma" or something sounding. On this page, below some text was three lines stretched across. The top and bottom lines were solid and the middle dotted. It was like the lines on the paper given to children to practice writing. I then see a pencil up close drawing a line on this page. It isn't writing anything legible. A curvy line winding back and forth between the three lines. The narrator informs that Mizushuma was infamous for his power. Anyone he got to complete a line within the three would be completely in his control. I'm struck by the implication that the Mind-Piercer is another form of this spell. After a moment of concern, I question the truth of this.

Is the implication false?

Is this another test?

Have I not drawn the line?

What does this mean?

I awoke from the dream in this questioning state.

>3/3

I recently broke up with my partner. In my dream, they were affirming many of my fears- "I don't want to be with you anymore, I won't see you anymore. Things will never be the same." The usual dream-void between major events takes place here… And then, I was parked in my current partner's neighborhood- a neat suburb. Suddenly, my previous partner from a year or two ago comes outside and tries to smash the windows of my car with a sledgehammer. They can't break the windows, but they leave thick cracks. I tried calling the police, even visiting the police station and then eventually with no help from them I tried to attack my ex (the one who broke my windows). Is it safe to assume that pain from a previous breakup is resurfacing and reopening a wound? *sigh* I'm tired of having dreams about my insecurities and real relationships. I want to escape reality when I dream, not experience a more vivid and insufferable version of it.

Had the worst dream where this giant white worm parasite with blue little tentacles at the end of it that kinda looked like a sea creature was pulled out of my dick and felt like it was removed from my organs and general body as it was removed by someone.

It had cuts in its body and maggots were festering in it.

Makes my skin crawl thinking about it.