I dreamed that someone had a $60,000 tablet device.
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Mr. Green
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I pulled one of my canine tooth and it came out easily. I quickly put it back in.
Mr. Green
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Some dreams too mundane to post.
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Don't want to get too religious so....
"The eye of god".
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I am shoveling the snow to dig the car out. I shovel the side and down the hill. It went fast and effortless. The car is gone but I know it's old piece of junk. It's my mother's car. The white car in front is a little rusty too.
I am on the middle of the road, on a semi-dark street. Brick buildings around me; I must be in an urban environment. In front of me is an old, very rusty car. It look like a large classic Dodge Charger. My mother message me to come help her but there is nothing I can do. She hold up this re-enforced bar with round edge and connecting it to the front frame with circular cut out. I am sure there is a bolt somewhere that can lock it in. Sparks come off as she touches the rusty metal. I walk around and ask is there a battery connected? She said something like look around. I walk to the back and lift it. The frame seem to turn new with a certain primer, ready for the final coat of paint. I walk to the other side of the car. There is still large amount of rust but I see a large gorilla inside. It turn and take a look at me.
My cell phone woke me up. I need to go to the restroom. While on the toilet seat, a yellow light exploded like a firecracker.
I am on the middle of the road, on a semi-dark street. Brick buildings around me; I must be in an urban environment. In front of me is an old, very rusty car. It look like a large classic Dodge Charger. My mother message me to come help her but there is nothing I can do. She hold up this re-enforced bar with round edge and connecting it to the front frame with circular cut out. I am sure there is a bolt somewhere that can lock it in. Sparks come off as she touches the rusty metal. I walk around and ask is there a battery connected? She said something like look around. I walk to the back and lift it. The frame seem to turn new with a certain primer, ready for the final coat of paint. I walk to the other side of the car. There is still large amount of rust but I see a large gorilla inside. It turn and take a look at me.
My cell phone woke me up. I need to go to the restroom. While on the toilet seat, a yellow light exploded like a firecracker.
Mr. Green
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I work in an open cubicle. The office got a lot of glass windows. I look outside and see grass. There are a few wooden crosses with red fabric. Some have warning words not to cross. There is a worker beyond. I open the tall window and step outside. There is an object near him that got bigger as I walk closer. It turn out to be a fake bird; a turkey. He is trimming the grass. I told him he shouldn't be working here, don't you see these crosses? I got back in. Someone or agent shoot him and drag him away by the wire. There is a fake gas station next to my work place. A nice blond woman is working near me. I walk out and over to the next work area. Work paper reads of project wall(I probably got this from current events). Higher manager brief a few person about the project. He ask me why am I wearing shorts? I ask why is he wearing short too? I walk around and feel like I am trap, walking around a circle in a glass office next to each other. I went out a large, tall glass window. I walk to another office. Inside was cool, white, round cushion type of furniture. I am inside a half pyramid. This is my environment now. I am in control.
Mr. Green
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Oh my...
Is There A Link Between Dreaming And Brain Disorders?
https://www.msn.com/en-us/health/healthtrending/is-there-a-link-between-dreaming-and-brain-disorders/ar-BBBHuFK?li=BBnb7Kz
Anyway, I had a few dreams but I didn't want to bump this thread as much.
Is There A Link Between Dreaming And Brain Disorders?
https://www.msn.com/en-us/health/healthtrending/is-there-a-link-between-dreaming-and-brain-disorders/ar-BBBHuFK?li=BBnb7Kz
Anyway, I had a few dreams but I didn't want to bump this thread as much.
Mr. Green
Super Freak
I have been meditating as usual. I usually don't breathe as I consider it automatic. Breathing would be costly and interfere with concentration. But I made a change in strategy. At some point automatic breathing, I am sure, breaks down. So I have been combining breathing with meditating. Good to know that the results can be the same. Blood pulse from the center of the brain; not quite as strong as the pulse from the heart itself that give off a sonar-like beat. I feel the rib cage with each pulse until I calm my breathing down. A nightmare humble my progress.
I am in my old house. My mother is with me, so is my brother. I struggle to understand why she is removing me from the will to the house. All her attention goes to him. We sleep in the basement with all our clothes all over the place. My clothes is so disorganize but their seem to be all ready at a moment's notice. I look out the basement door and notice our neighbor on our lawn. She let them stay as they please. They're 2 blond women with a couple of tigers. One of which is a white or albino tiger. They all have a certain glow outside or at least so colorful that made us and our surrounding pale. I am angry and trap below and is exposed to them as my greed is bare. What is normal in reality turn to greed and anger within. Indeed it is hard to let go.
I am in my old house. My mother is with me, so is my brother. I struggle to understand why she is removing me from the will to the house. All her attention goes to him. We sleep in the basement with all our clothes all over the place. My clothes is so disorganize but their seem to be all ready at a moment's notice. I look out the basement door and notice our neighbor on our lawn. She let them stay as they please. They're 2 blond women with a couple of tigers. One of which is a white or albino tiger. They all have a certain glow outside or at least so colorful that made us and our surrounding pale. I am angry and trap below and is exposed to them as my greed is bare. What is normal in reality turn to greed and anger within. Indeed it is hard to let go.
Mr. Green
Super Freak
What a strange ghost dream. I am walking with someone or a street person is walking near me. I look at a large poster on the public wall. I know it is an entrance to somewhere. Distant relative is sad and distress. They say why didn't I visit them often. Why didn't I help them. The poster is large and is mostly red. I pull on it and it drip down like a curtain. It keep melting and falling like a roll of toilet paper. Finally, I am in a vertical glass opening. One of them is outside. I ask how do I know if I can get out or you'll lock me in? I place a vertical, clear plastic bar to lock it in place. I comfort those inside. Eventually I got out.
Question:
Was I having a dream maybe?
I don't dream much because I don't sleep very sound. My doctor suggested Magnesium and it seems to be helping me sleep. Well, last night I woke up and my heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy. I wasn't dizzy or sick or anything like that. I got up and walked around a bit then laid back down. I calmed down and then went back to sleep. I don't remember a dream if I had one, but the night before I did dream. About Jimmy Page of all people.
Could I have had a dream or even a nightmare that woke me up but I don't remember it?
Was I having a dream maybe?
I don't dream much because I don't sleep very sound. My doctor suggested Magnesium and it seems to be helping me sleep. Well, last night I woke up and my heart was pounding and I was breathing heavy. I wasn't dizzy or sick or anything like that. I got up and walked around a bit then laid back down. I calmed down and then went back to sleep. I don't remember a dream if I had one, but the night before I did dream. About Jimmy Page of all people.
Could I have had a dream or even a nightmare that woke me up but I don't remember it?
Mr. Green
Super Freak
You probably should lay off the magnesium or at least reduce the dose. Try natural sleeping tea instead? Hard to say about the heart pounding and breathing.
At least you dream of Jimmy Page.
If it was a nightmare, you'll remember it. Otherwise, it's buried deep in your subconsciousness.
As for me, I still dream but much less. I try to balance meditation and exercise like kayaking/fishing. I know I won't be able to meditate like those marathon meditator but I hear and see things that make me question reality.
At least you dream of Jimmy Page.
If it was a nightmare, you'll remember it. Otherwise, it's buried deep in your subconsciousness.
As for me, I still dream but much less. I try to balance meditation and exercise like kayaking/fishing. I know I won't be able to meditate like those marathon meditator but I hear and see things that make me question reality.
Mr. Green
Super Freak
Was going to let this thread sink since not a lot of people participate. Damn you Ween, lol.
This is the second food dream I had recently. The first is light. It seem nothing is as simple. My decision to go fishing and eating it, is a break away of my vegetarian/vegan diet. I haven't eaten beef and pork for decades. My mother's friend gave me a gift of baked chicken pocket. I am still deciding if I should eat it and open the door a little wider.
I am in some kind of a restaurant. I swing the large handle of a cover like a pizza oven. I slice the soft smoked meat like a thick jello cake. I can imagine it taste like soft meat off the bones of a nicely, slow, roasted pork or prime ribs beef.
I paid my fee and enter a large bus. Woman sitting at the front seat walk back. I take the seat next to where she used to seat. The bus driver look like this nerdy scientist (Toby Jones) from the movie Captain America: The First Avenger. He drives recklessly. The bus enter a factory. It slow down but the front hit some kind of loading device. I thought the horizontal metal bar was going to crash through the large glass window. The mechanical device load us in the factory like a tunnel. We all step out in lab coats. The bus turn into a truck load of white chickens. It get loaded into this machine that cut them and prepare them. Company workers, dressed in lab coat, work on unjamming it. Pieces of raw, cut up chicken parts everywhere. What a bloody mess. One male worker crawl in this dumpster like parts. I see his behind like a large naked chicken. He got feather plucked skin and a chicken butt hole.
We get escorted through the company like students. We were shown the science and technology of preparing chickens. I see large, high, cart of lab devices. It got a large glass cylinder of blue liquid. Another cylinder of blue liquid that is being work on or being collected. It got drops of red mix into it. It turned out we are some kind of future geniuses. We gather around a large eating table. One of us display extraordinary talent. Another, quiet one, display another talent.
We are in a large tent now. Another nerdy, awkward person is displaying extraordinary talent. He look like one of those B or C class of forgettable actors. He projected something up. Just a couple of feet up, a group of colorful, purple or blue, bat is attracted to it and fly around in circles. They merge into one big bat.
We are back in the production part of the factory. Large, crude, machines cooking up those chickens. It open up and we see chicken nuggets and larger pieces for making sandwiches. A bucket robot come in. A sample of chicken were loaded in for CEO and quality tasters. We all try some. I tried some.
This is the second food dream I had recently. The first is light. It seem nothing is as simple. My decision to go fishing and eating it, is a break away of my vegetarian/vegan diet. I haven't eaten beef and pork for decades. My mother's friend gave me a gift of baked chicken pocket. I am still deciding if I should eat it and open the door a little wider.
I am in some kind of a restaurant. I swing the large handle of a cover like a pizza oven. I slice the soft smoked meat like a thick jello cake. I can imagine it taste like soft meat off the bones of a nicely, slow, roasted pork or prime ribs beef.
I paid my fee and enter a large bus. Woman sitting at the front seat walk back. I take the seat next to where she used to seat. The bus driver look like this nerdy scientist (Toby Jones) from the movie Captain America: The First Avenger. He drives recklessly. The bus enter a factory. It slow down but the front hit some kind of loading device. I thought the horizontal metal bar was going to crash through the large glass window. The mechanical device load us in the factory like a tunnel. We all step out in lab coats. The bus turn into a truck load of white chickens. It get loaded into this machine that cut them and prepare them. Company workers, dressed in lab coat, work on unjamming it. Pieces of raw, cut up chicken parts everywhere. What a bloody mess. One male worker crawl in this dumpster like parts. I see his behind like a large naked chicken. He got feather plucked skin and a chicken butt hole.
We get escorted through the company like students. We were shown the science and technology of preparing chickens. I see large, high, cart of lab devices. It got a large glass cylinder of blue liquid. Another cylinder of blue liquid that is being work on or being collected. It got drops of red mix into it. It turned out we are some kind of future geniuses. We gather around a large eating table. One of us display extraordinary talent. Another, quiet one, display another talent.
We are in a large tent now. Another nerdy, awkward person is displaying extraordinary talent. He look like one of those B or C class of forgettable actors. He projected something up. Just a couple of feet up, a group of colorful, purple or blue, bat is attracted to it and fly around in circles. They merge into one big bat.
We are back in the production part of the factory. Large, crude, machines cooking up those chickens. It open up and we see chicken nuggets and larger pieces for making sandwiches. A bucket robot come in. A sample of chicken were loaded in for CEO and quality tasters. We all try some. I tried some.
Mr. Green
Super Freak
I am in a big room like a furniture display area. There are wood, glass, and even deer head display. Beds, table, chairs, etc. are display like a living room, dinning room, and bedroom. I enter the side room that is clean but stuffy. It looks like a laboratory room. I continue to more room connected to it. Chairs and tables discarded everywhere and in a messy way. There are others navigating like me. They slowly disappear as I get into smaller rooms. Some rooms have no exit and no door to the next, so I have to back out a few times. These room looks new but have this old stuffy feeling like no one use them, furniture everywhere, and no air flow. I came to the last room with an exit. Chairs are toss everywhere and I have to climb my way to the exit door. I get the feeling this is a maze and my mind is struggling to keep up and make new area. Outside the exit is a narrow area with more wood furniture everywhere.
I am walking between the train tracks, on the ground. I am on the end of a train. This is a typical mass transit train that is still in use today. I can see the tracks below me. The train is moving backward. There is another track that other train move by. But ahead of me is a train coming. These train have a schedule so I can't simply move backward as I please. I control the train to move forward. I will have to take it off the tracks before I reach the train ahead of me. Some how I am off the tracks but I am standing by a mostly wooded trailer - small trailer that I can drag and connect to something.
A close up view of a naked girl sitting on the toilet seat. She have dark brown hair and big eyes. She's a little Spanish looking. Her breast is medium to almost small. Her legs is together so I can't see her bottom but it is shaved.
I am walking between the train tracks, on the ground. I am on the end of a train. This is a typical mass transit train that is still in use today. I can see the tracks below me. The train is moving backward. There is another track that other train move by. But ahead of me is a train coming. These train have a schedule so I can't simply move backward as I please. I control the train to move forward. I will have to take it off the tracks before I reach the train ahead of me. Some how I am off the tracks but I am standing by a mostly wooded trailer - small trailer that I can drag and connect to something.
A close up view of a naked girl sitting on the toilet seat. She have dark brown hair and big eyes. She's a little Spanish looking. Her breast is medium to almost small. Her legs is together so I can't see her bottom but it is shaved.
Mr. Green
Super Freak
I am a small time, local reporter. Something big going on. I ask a soldier for information. He agree to let me follow. I am with him, in the back of a large military vehicle. It looks like we're in a large, open container of a mining truck. We all tuck down. Once in awhile I sneak out and look. We cross a highway that is blocked by heavy military and construction vehicle. Looking back I can see how much effort is being put in place. This vehicle is on dry dirt road now. We enter a heavily constructed industrial area, from the look of it. Open mesh floor that went down as an elevator. We went down a few floors and each floor has a cut out of large square metal beams. It landed. The soldier I am with is gone. I am with a large group of non-military personnel. A familiar face is ahead. If he see me, I will be found out. I look away quickly. The line force me to where he is. He is gone. Someone in white ask me what is my sector? I said information. He said his is development. The line seem to divide into two. He said those into the right are assistants. My line enter a semi-transparent door. There is a machine that print out ticket for lunch. I look at it and I remove a ticket. This ticket looks so simple and cheaply printed. As I walk away, a woman chase me to ask for her ticket. It has her name: Jane, on it. I give it back and walk back. So I am supposed to scan my ID into this machine but I am lost as to what to do. Someone yell at me near by. He is glad he found me, said I am such and such, right? He give me a silver, metallic sticker to wrap around this metal card. This sure is some fancy ID card.
Mr. Green
Super Freak
I am in the basement. Wooded stud form an unfinished wall. I walk to the other side. My mother is there. She disappeared to the other end. I walk to the other end. She is working on a large sewing machine. On the table is a pot with a strange plant. It look like it fainted onto the table. Looking closely at it, I see small leaves so I guess the top just naturally fall over to the ground or top of the table. Sun shine on the table so I position the plant for some sun.
A member of this forum is in my dream. I open the aluminium wrap to expose the flower. It was supposed to be some kind of rose but it turn out to be a chinese broccoli vegetable with tiny flowers at the end. It got long green stem.
"Who?", "Who?"
Besides the popping/cracking sound in my head, I've been getting heart pulses in the middle of my head, for some time now. I can't sleep or do the usual meditate tonight. But that is not a bad thing. My stomach have a heart pulse at the same time as my brain does. Whatever I ate is long out of my system by now. I meditate on the ground with stronger breathing to cool my stomach. I just hope I don't have cancer or tumor or something.
A member of this forum is in my dream. I open the aluminium wrap to expose the flower. It was supposed to be some kind of rose but it turn out to be a chinese broccoli vegetable with tiny flowers at the end. It got long green stem.
"Who?", "Who?"
Besides the popping/cracking sound in my head, I've been getting heart pulses in the middle of my head, for some time now. I can't sleep or do the usual meditate tonight. But that is not a bad thing. My stomach have a heart pulse at the same time as my brain does. Whatever I ate is long out of my system by now. I meditate on the ground with stronger breathing to cool my stomach. I just hope I don't have cancer or tumor or something.
Mr. Green
Super Freak
Something physical is slowly happening, or the lack of it. I should feel and look much weaker but I don't.
Trying to not be superstitious about this. I am awake but I had a flash daydream. I see an average bird like a seagull or more like a raven. It is light brown on white with a sharp beak. It walk a few steps toward me and then roll over the sand. It turn into a fish struggling on the sand. The next day I catch more fish than I ever did. Nothing sizable to keep but I shouldn't be able to catch two small fluke/flounder with this kind of lure; and 15+ shad afterward.
I walk in a large dark SUV vehicle. Taylor Swift is inside with me now. She takes me inside a goodies store, like a candy store. I am on a white sofa that have a lot of candy or polka dot, round, candy on it. The whole area is fill with little stuffed toys animal and toys. Two guys is playing with each other, on the other side of the sofa. They're acting like kids. I should be going now but I don't see her anywhere. Eventually I walk out. I take an elevator. I can see the buttons clearly. The inside is all metallic steel. I went to the first floor. Somehow I am in Kansas now. I am outside an office space. I look through the large glass wall and see a dressed down guy, working on the small printer and desktop computer. He is wearing dark jeans with a beard on his face. I walk out the square hallway that are lined with granite plates.
I am back in her class. She is my old architecture professor. I remember her to be a white person with dark black hair and a fat body. But this doesn't look like her. This one have short blond hair with a sunken cheeks. She is female but could pass for a skinny male. I am showing her my portfolio. I am trying to prove to her that I still want to be an architect. She doesn't look impress. She show me the work that an architect have to do and if one person is out, I would have to pick up the slack. I would not be able to make it. I feel like a failure. I had similar dream like this before. I have to be more aware and let go of the past.
Trying to not be superstitious about this. I am awake but I had a flash daydream. I see an average bird like a seagull or more like a raven. It is light brown on white with a sharp beak. It walk a few steps toward me and then roll over the sand. It turn into a fish struggling on the sand. The next day I catch more fish than I ever did. Nothing sizable to keep but I shouldn't be able to catch two small fluke/flounder with this kind of lure; and 15+ shad afterward.
I walk in a large dark SUV vehicle. Taylor Swift is inside with me now. She takes me inside a goodies store, like a candy store. I am on a white sofa that have a lot of candy or polka dot, round, candy on it. The whole area is fill with little stuffed toys animal and toys. Two guys is playing with each other, on the other side of the sofa. They're acting like kids. I should be going now but I don't see her anywhere. Eventually I walk out. I take an elevator. I can see the buttons clearly. The inside is all metallic steel. I went to the first floor. Somehow I am in Kansas now. I am outside an office space. I look through the large glass wall and see a dressed down guy, working on the small printer and desktop computer. He is wearing dark jeans with a beard on his face. I walk out the square hallway that are lined with granite plates.
I am back in her class. She is my old architecture professor. I remember her to be a white person with dark black hair and a fat body. But this doesn't look like her. This one have short blond hair with a sunken cheeks. She is female but could pass for a skinny male. I am showing her my portfolio. I am trying to prove to her that I still want to be an architect. She doesn't look impress. She show me the work that an architect have to do and if one person is out, I would have to pick up the slack. I would not be able to make it. I feel like a failure. I had similar dream like this before. I have to be more aware and let go of the past.
Been having some very odd dreams the last two nights. They're too weird and vague to explain but the gist of it is getting in trouble and facing prison time. I cannot remember most of them, but I do remember stabbing someone in the neck with scissors and fearing jail time
It's always a good feeling waking up and realizing it's not real, but I still had that impending doom feeling hovering over me. Dreams are weird, obviously.
It's always a good feeling waking up and realizing it's not real, but I still had that impending doom feeling hovering over me. Dreams are weird, obviously.
Lamest dream I ever had: filing my taxes...damn, I need to get out more.
Mr. Green
Super Freak
For the third time now, I hear some low vibrating, oscillating sound in my head. It's not the furnace in the basement or the two refrigerator. It sound a little like a washing machine or dryer. But is definitely different from my heart beating sound. I still get the random cracking/popping sound, once in awhile.
I am sitting by the right side of a small table. Someone or more likely an empty seat is also on the left side of the table. A big box of cornflakes cereal was place in my tray. I was deciding if it should be raisin or some other fruit. A plastic bow was also place in my tray. The left side gets the same option.
A glass needle or thermostat was stick up my butt hole. I don't even feel it much.
My old architecture professor is back. At least she is she and not someone else with a menacing golden eye, like starring at a robot's eye camera. I am sitting by a small table with 3 sided shield(the library reading type of table). There are other students around. But somehow it turn into a restroom situation. Feel like I am in a cubicle toilet space with its non-partition wall. She came back and say to a student that she took a couple of dollar off the desk. We all leave. I am in a new class with full of students. I am thinking why am I here? There is no career after this. I look at the board and the course is a level 6 course. The new assignment is Ingrid XXXXXX's wife or Inda XXXXXX's wife. She is supposedly a historic figure in architecture. There is a small paperback book behind me. I take it and search the content and index for her name.
I am sitting by the right side of a small table. Someone or more likely an empty seat is also on the left side of the table. A big box of cornflakes cereal was place in my tray. I was deciding if it should be raisin or some other fruit. A plastic bow was also place in my tray. The left side gets the same option.
A glass needle or thermostat was stick up my butt hole. I don't even feel it much.
My old architecture professor is back. At least she is she and not someone else with a menacing golden eye, like starring at a robot's eye camera. I am sitting by a small table with 3 sided shield(the library reading type of table). There are other students around. But somehow it turn into a restroom situation. Feel like I am in a cubicle toilet space with its non-partition wall. She came back and say to a student that she took a couple of dollar off the desk. We all leave. I am in a new class with full of students. I am thinking why am I here? There is no career after this. I look at the board and the course is a level 6 course. The new assignment is Ingrid XXXXXX's wife or Inda XXXXXX's wife. She is supposedly a historic figure in architecture. There is a small paperback book behind me. I take it and search the content and index for her name.
