I've got more to say about this later...

grin

My dog has been great inspiration to me.  Here's another dog song - a perfectly lousy recording, but my first time ever singing in public a few years back.  (Before I only sang enough to do demos.)

http://theveryfew.net/dogdebut.wmv

Dogs rule.

(With all due respect to our beloved cat people here, of course. . . )

I knew he'd like that!

Oh yes...thanks to Clairity, we now have whip-smilie!

Quote from: iadr on January 06, 2009, 01:19:19 AMHow did I miss that!  Yes, that does sound like one of my dreams.  Wait a minute.  Maybe I was the guy showing you how to dig that hole by using your mind. Yeah, it was like the other way around of one of yours. Usually you show the DC. In all likelihood, it probably was based on your 'teachings.'

Quote from: iadr on January 06, 2009, 01:26:57 AMSaved by the fat lady.   She sounds like a nice lady, certainly a lot nicer than those other people. Oh no, she was one of them... I think she wanted me to repay her kindness, if you know what I mean.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 06, 2009, 07:33:30 AMPj has a song about it.  I've got it, but I don't know the best way to let you listen to it. I have it...

QuoteOh yea I still need to get whip-smilie for you too.  Maybe Clairity can add that to our smilies, I think it would come in handy sometimes. ...and that too...

QuoteThose white supremacists seemed kind of obsessed with you, and helpless without you. My DCs are like that sometimes. Perhaps they're afraid I'll get lucid?

QuoteYukky. There was something seriously wrong with that dream.

QuoteI would think "joined at the toe" would be one of the better places to be joined.  For separation, I mean. Of course! But apparently for aliens, easy is hard, or something. Hey, I suddenly had a Burned up type idea. Perhaps this represents over-analyzing something, thinking a problem is hideously complicated when it's very simple.

Quote from: pj on January 06, 2009, 07:46:55 PMgrin I really love it man! I had the song stuck in my head all day, after hearing it only once. I had to listen a couple more times before. The funniest thing about it is how true it is, from a dogs point of view. My dog, you see, found no humor in it and nodded his head in solemn agreement.

The singer's perfect for this song. He sounds like someone, but I can't think of it... Your playing sounds very natural, even though the chord progression sounds rather complicated. It reminds me a little of the end of "You Know My Name (Look Up the Number)," which is awesome in my opinion.

Quote from: pj on January 06, 2009, 07:46:55 PMMy dog has been great inspiration to me.  Here's another dog song - a perfectly lousy recording, but my first time ever singing in public a few years back.  (Before I only sang enough to do demos.)

http://theveryfew.net/dogdebut.wmv That's really cool. Dogs are a great inspiration; I strongly believe this. I'm even getting dreams lately with spiritually advanced dogs and stuff.

That song sounds very good. I mean it sounds like it sounds good; in all honesty it is hard to hear it. Do you have the lyrics anywhere? Now I'm trying to think of who you sound like... You play very well. I could never sing and play at the same time, I was more just lead guitar. Man, bands are fun, aren't they? It been years since I've done that. You make me want to write a song about my dog.

QuoteDogs rule.

(With all due respect to our beloved cat people here, of course. . . ) Hell yeah! I love cats too, though. But as the song says, the cats won't save you from the squirrels.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 06, 2009, 10:23:57 PMOh yes...thanks to Clairity, we now have whip-smilie! Ah, yes indeed. That will be most useful... I can't wait for the opportunity to use this.. To hell with it:

I have a feeling someone's going to get carried away with this...

I'm sure I was lucid sometime during the night. I had a strange feeling of just floating a few feet above the bed all night, and I'm really not sure if I was awake or dreaming it. But it was a very nice pleasant floating sensation, so I didn't really care.

Of the last dream of the night I can only remember having made some discovery about certain dream related powers. There were some DCs using these powers and I was following them trying to figure out how they do it. I clearly remember the word profundity, and stating that "It must be easier for them because of their shape-shifting nature."

Quote from: mu on January 07, 2009, 12:00:20 AMOf the last dream of the night I can only remember having made some discovery about certain dream related powers. There were some DCs using these powers and I was following them trying to figure out how they do it. I clearly remember the word profundity, and stating that "It must be easier for them because of their shape-shifting nature."

That sounds like a very important discovery!  Try to remember it!  Here, I'll help you:

Wow a couple of really strange dreams up there. Funny running around naked in that place. I've had a couple of scary real life encounters with those skin head types before.  And I'm a white guy too. Those guys are so whacked.

The second one was pretty  bizarre.

Cool video, PJ.

Quote from: mu on January 06, 2009, 11:52:39 PMThat song sounds very good. I mean it sounds like it sounds good; in all honesty it is hard to hear it. Do you have the lyrics anywhere? Now I'm trying to think of who you sound like... You play very well. I could never sing and play at the same time, I was more just lead guitar. Man, bands are fun, aren't they? It been years since I've done that. You make me want to write a song about my dog.

I'm PMing you another link...

Quote from: Caradon on January 07, 2009, 07:51:25 PMCool video, PJ.

Thank you!

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 07, 2009, 08:25:05 AMThat sounds like a very important discovery!  Try to remember it!  Here, I'll help you: It begins...

Quote from: Caradon on January 07, 2009, 07:51:25 PMWow a couple of really strange dreams up there. Funny running around naked in that place. I've had a couple of scary real life encounters with those skin head types before.  And I'm a white guy too. Those guys are so whacked.

The second one was pretty  bizarre.

Cool video, PJ. Thank you. Strange is good, but lucid's better. I figured you'd relate to running around naked. Yeah, me too. One time some guy flipped out cause I was talking about Jimi Hendrix or something. Dude...

Quote from: pj on January 07, 2009, 08:11:21 PMI'm PMing you another link... Oh, that version sounds very good. Great, fun song pj! I can tell how much you love your dog. That kind of thing really cheers me up. Thanks man! You have a nice clean voice. And great harmonizing in the second half of the song! Great range! I meant to mention that in the first version, for your first time singing in public, I think you did extremely well. I have never sung on a stage before. I'm not stage shy, as far as playing an instrument, but I have only sung whilst quite drunk in the presence of strangers.  I know that is not easy. Say, you mentioned in your DJ about dreaming playing Kashmir, didn't you? You don't have that recorded, do you?

Fragments!!!

It was about dogs.

I wonder where this came from? Who was doing home repair in their DJ yesterday? (But it was actually a lot cooler than it sounds, because the house was cool in a way that's hard to bring forth here.) (Also, there was something awfully familiar about the house, in particular the central room.)

I'm in this long room that extends from a patio door to a central room. The central room has the peculiarity that its doorway is about 4 or 5 feet off the ground. And all along the wall, from the room to the door, about 1 or 2 feet of wall is missing, through which I can see a great abyss. After toiling at length, I have patched up most of this missing wall with spackle and gray paint. Now my task consists of reinstalling the broken molding, which lies about on the floor.

Now this molding consists of a great many oddly shaped wooden pieces, of a real fancy decorative nature, which don't seem applicable to the situation at all. I puzzle greatly over this. No help at all are the 10 or 15 DCs that are leaning all over the walls and doing nothing helpful whatsoever. I don't know who the hell they are or why the hell they're here, and when I talk to them they get all weird looking and fade in and out and stuff. They're really demented and weird.

I go to try to fit a piece under the suspended room. I notice a sunflower seed on the floor, which I find repulsive. I notice that through the wall I can see up into the suspended room, which I then realize is a hyper-dimensional room. There appears to be another room inside of this one, with each vertex connected to the corresponding outer room vertex, rather like a hypercube. There is an amazing light emanating from this inner room. I feel an urgent need to finish the job so I can go into this room and see what it's all about. Stupid confusing pieces of wood.

I see a magnificently beautiful woman walking down the street, and I'm wondering where she came from. Although it's not exactly the question I meant, some DC seems to hear my question and take it literally and says "Ukraine." Then I notice she has a boyfriend, and he looks like a real jerk. The DC informatively tells me that he's from Denmark. He has a really stupid hairdo, like from the 70's sitcoms or something; it's ridiculous. I think this guy is a real d*****bag, and shouldn't be this goddess's boyfriend.

Then the woman's family comes into view, and they are extremely strange and creepy looking. They look like wolf people or something. The dad looks like Igor, I think. Their teeth appear to be all made out of wood, and have 18th century clothing. They appear as though they would enjoy killing me, or anything else.

Last dream turns into something that invloves the song "Let it Bleed", which I still hear when I wake up.

QuoteSay, you mentioned in your DJ about dreaming playing Kashmir, didn't you? You don't have that recorded, do you? No, but I do have this:

http://mortalmist.com/storage/pj/ourrocknroll.mp3

It is another live recording, though slightly better quality than from a video camera.  Same band. . . I'm playing bass on this, and the guy playing bass in that vid back there is on guitar.  He's really a FANTASTIC guitarist.  His name is Waldon Reed Jr.

This is our usual lineup. . .  and a recording of us doing a rare cover tune.

Well if you're going to do a cover, that's a good one to do!

(Was that you saying, "We don't get out much" at the beginning?  I thought I recognized your voice.)

I somehow couldn't see that other thing you posted, I'll go back and try again.  (It's me, I'm sure, it's probably down-loaded onto my computer in some hidden place.)

Quote from: mu on January 08, 2009, 12:42:26 AMI wonder where this came from? Who was doing home repair in their DJ yesterday? (But it was actually a lot cooler than it sounds, because the house was cool in a way that's hard to bring forth here.) (Also, there was something awfully familiar about the house, in particular the central room.) What is it about strange houses!?  I was just telling pj that I'm living in a different strange house every single night.

QuoteI'm in this long room that extends from a patio door to a central room. The central room has the peculiarity that its doorway is about 4 or 5 feet off the ground. And all along the wall, from the room to the door, about 1 or 2 feet of wall is missing, through which I can see a great abyss. After toiling at length, I have patched up most of this missing wall with spackle and gray paint. Now my task consists of reinstalling the broken molding, which lies about on the floor. At least you feel able to fix up the place; I'm often despairing about the condition, and have no idea what to do.

QuoteI don't know who the hell they are or why the hell they're here, and when I talk to them they get all weird looking and fade in and out and stuff. They're really demented and weird. How annoying.

QuoteI go to try to fit a piece under the suspended room. I notice a sunflower seed on the floor, which I find repulsive. Yea, nothing worse than finding one of those on the floor.

QuoteI notice that through the wall I can see up into the suspended room, which I then realize is a hyper-dimensional room. There appears to be another room inside of this one, with each vertex connected to the corresponding outer room vertex, rather like a hypercube. There is an amazing light emanating from this inner room. I feel an urgent need to finish the job so I can go into this room and see what it's all about. Stupid confusing pieces of wood. I knew there had to be some other dimension or something going on!  Too bad you didn't get there.  I guess you were ultimately thwarted by the home repair problem too.  I hate that.

QuoteThen the woman's family comes into view, and they are extremely strange and creepy looking. They look like wolf people or something. The dad looks like Igor, I think. Their teeth appear to be all made out of wood, and have 18th century clothing. They appear as though they would enjoy killing me, or anything else. Funny how you can like a person, but then their family is another story altogether.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 08, 2009, 08:47:26 AM(Was that you saying, "We don't get out much" at the beginning?  I thought I recognized your voice.)

Voices in order of appearance:  me (sans mic), Jerry our drummer (booming through a mic), Jane and then Waldon right before we start playing.  Yes, that was my painfully true comment.

Excellent, a hypercube.

I love hypercubes, made up from 8 cubes.  "Slice" them the right way and you get a cube, a tetrahedron, or an octohedron. I also like 5D hypercubes.  Even more weird.  Well, they're constructed from 10 hypercubes.  Not sure how the "room in a room" dream thing would manifest, though

Quote from: pj on January 08, 2009, 05:41:35 AMQuoteSay, you mentioned in your DJ about dreaming playing Kashmir, didn't you? You don't have that recorded, do you? No, but I do have this:

http://mortalmist.com/storage/pj/ourrocknroll.mp3

...

Wow! That was good. Really freaking good. For a minute, before I turned up the volume, I thought it wasn't a cover... That woman has a hell of a voice. And you're not kidding about the guitarist.

QuoteIt is another live recording, though slightly better quality than from a video camera.  Same band. . . I'm playing bass on this, and the guy playing bass in that vid back there is on guitar.  He's really a FANTASTIC guitarist.  His name is Waldon Reed Jr.

This is our usual lineup. . .  and a recording of us doing a rare cover tune. Hey, I was sneaky; when I played the song it showed the name of the band, and I looked up the band, and I found your website! Do you play the blues? That's my favorite.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 08, 2009, 08:47:26 AMWhat is it about strange houses!?  I was just telling pj that I'm living in a different strange house every single night. I do not know. They are quite common for me. I don't know about anyone else, though I notice you have them too.

QuoteAt least you feel able to fix up the place; I'm often despairing about the condition, and have no idea what to do. That was unusual. Usually I couldn't care less about fixing it.

QuoteHow annoying. I wish I had . That would have showed them.

QuoteYea, nothing worse than finding one of those on the floor. ocd

QuoteI knew there had to be some other dimension or something going on!  Too bad you didn't get there.  I guess you were ultimately thwarted by the home repair problem too.  I hate that. I hardly ever fall for that "I have to fix this" business. I don't know, I guess next time it won't happen, in all likelihood.

QuoteFunny how you can like a person, but then their family is another story altogether. It was like the Munsters or something.

Quote from: Burned up on January 08, 2009, 05:28:14 PMExcellent, a hypercube.

I love hypercubes, made up from 8 cubes.  "Slice" them the right way and you get a cube, a tetrahedron, or an octohedron. I also like 5D hypercubes.  Even more weird.  Well, they're constructed from 10 hypercubes.  Not sure how the "room in a room" dream thing would manifest, though You do love your hypercubes, don't you? (Your enthusiasm is evident.) Actually, for someone who has all these strange dimensions in his dreams, I don't know that much beyond Euclidean geometry. I've seen a few fascinating books I've been meaning to read...

How would it manifest? I'm not sure what you mean, but at first it looked like this:

Quite simply, a smaller room within a larger. However it proceeded to rotate:

(Images shamelessly stolen from wikipedia.)

Two things I remember; I believe they were part of the same dream. First the poem (spoken by a spaced out sounding woman):

Yesterday upon the stair I met a girl who wasn't there. She wasn't there again today. Oh god, I wish she'd go away!

Next, a long confusing auditory dream. It sounded like "Number 9, Number 9", whatever it's called, but different. (Revolution #9?) Notable about this was parts of pj's squirrel song were in there,  amongst a great many other things. I felt like I was tripping or something. It was nice.

Quote from: mu on January 08, 2009, 10:33:09 PMI do not know. They are quite common for me. I don't know about anyone else, though I notice you have them too. Incessantly.  Luckily.  It's what led me to this...whole thing.  (Looking up the meaning of that dream, I mean.)

QuoteThat was unusual. Usually I couldn't care less about fixing it. Oh, you're lucky.  Actually, I think I'm remembering a feeling I used to have but is gone now; that horrible despair about the state of the house seems to have disappeared along with the nightmares since I discovered lucid dreaming.

QuoteI wish I had . That would have showed them. Now you do.  Take it with you.

Quoteocd I'm sorry.  I didn't know.

QuoteI hardly ever fall for that "I have to fix this" business. I don't know, I guess next time it won't happen, in all likelihood. I trust that you won't make the same mistake twice.

QuoteIt was like the Munsters or something. And you were dating Marilyn.

(Personality quiz:  Munsters vs. Addam's Family?)

QuoteActually, for someone who has all these strange dimensions in his dreams, I don't know that much beyond Euclidean geometry. I've seen a few fascinating books I've been meaning to read... ...but the dreaming has interfered with your reading, is that what you're going to say?    I don't know about a person like that, I would never let that happen.

Hypercubes, there are some good videos of those on youtube.  If you like that sort of thing, that is.    Which some of us evidently do.

I remember that gif, whenever I find it I always have to take a minute to stare at it..  I think if something like that showed up in my dreams, I'd just end up staring at it until I woke up.

Maybe the reason that auditory dream was so different was because it was NREM.  NREM dreams are far more auditory than visual, and I suspect a lot of them are musical.  I wonder how much of our nights we spend listening to music, only to forget it all in the morning?

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 08, 2009, 10:50:07 PMIncessantly.  Luckily.  It's what led me to this...whole thing.  (Looking up the meaning of that dream, I mean.) Ah, interesting. Was it the strangeness of the houses, or the despair over their condition? It must have been very persistent!

QuoteOh, you're lucky.  Actually, I think I'm remembering a feeling I used to have but is gone now; that horrible despair about the state of the house seems to have disappeared along with the nightmares since I discovered lucid dreaming. Cool, then you discovered lucidity and applied it. So you've done something very useful with it. I wanted to investigate my repeat dreams, but strangely I don't seem to be having many lately, since I can get lucid. But I want to in my case.

QuoteNow you do.  Take it with you. Taken.

Quote   I'm sorry.  I didn't know. That's still probably the nicest all-around smiley though. It is much appreciated.

QuoteI trust that you won't make the same mistake twice. Of course nt. Nt me.

Quote  And you were dating Marilyn.

(Personality quiz:  Munsters vs. Addam's Family?) Don't do this to me. It's not fair to make me choose. It's a very difficult question, that would require many years of deep thought. Personally I would prefer Morticia to Marilyn, but if the families are to be taken as a whole, each provides important qualities lacking in the other. It must also be taken into account that ones preferences are never fixed. Herman is someone I would like to go out drinking with, or something. The Addams have a more interesting house. The Munsters are more groovy, but Morticia's playing is enchanting. It's hard to think of something more impressive than Grandpa blowing smoke out of his ears. But Morticia's, well...

Quote...but the dreaming has interfered with your reading, is that what you're going to say?    I don't know about a person like that, I would never let that happen. NO! I'm reading too much other stuff. Although some of the stuff is dream related...

QuoteHypercubes, there are some good videos of those on youtube.  If you like that sort of thing, that is.    Which some of us evidently do. I imagine. Be quiet, or we shall lose Burned up for a few days again.

Quote from: Serith on January 08, 2009, 11:25:12 PMI remember that gif, whenever I find it I always have to take a minute to stare at it..  I think if something like that showed up in my dreams, I'd just end up staring at it until I woke up. I saw that particular one for the first time just now. I thought it was very well done. Often I do just stare at them, but they are usually less well defined.

QuoteMaybe the reason that auditory dream was so different was because it was NREM.  NREM dreams are far more auditory than visual, and I suspect a lot of them are musical.  I wonder how much of our nights we spend listening to music, only to forget it all in the morning? I often wake up with the sounds/songs still playing, as was the case here. Sometimes I've had almost entirely auditory dreams. Probably most dreams have a great deal of sound, but vision drowns it out. Most people probably don't pay too much attention to sound, when they can see the object right in front of them. In other words they study the object's appearance, whereas sound is more of a background thing; part of the environment.

Quote from: mu on January 08, 2009, 10:33:09 PMHey, I was sneaky; when I played the song it showed the name of the band, and I looked up the band, and I found your website! Do you play the blues? That's my favorite.

Heh.  Now you know what we all looked like 25 years ago, back when we were legends in our own minds.

We play some blues for our own amusement from time to time, but that's not the general direction we take.  We're an odd mix of pop/fusion/jazz and folk.

Thank you for the kind words.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 08, 2009, 10:50:07 PMIncessantly.  Luckily.  It's what led me to this...whole thing.  (Looking up the meaning of that dream, I mean.) QuoteAh, interesting. Was it the strangeness of the houses, or the despair over their condition? It must have been very persistent! Mostly the worry and despair, and also my Mom had the exact same dream a lot, so once when she was here I looked it up just to see what we could find.  We both had the same dream of living in a run-down house (with each other, usually, and other family sometimes), just living in part of the house, then sometimes we realize there is a lot more to the house once we start looking, etc.

QuoteCool, then you discovered lucidity and applied it. So you've done something very useful with it. I wanted to investigate my repeat dreams, but strangely I don't seem to be having many lately, since I can get lucid. But I want to in my case. I didn't apply it on purpose, it's more like I could have used nightmares and the bad-house dream to get lucid, so my mind took them away.  Now the houses are usually just a strange place, like my dreaming mind doesn't know where I live.

Quote(Personality quiz:  Munsters vs. Addam's Family?)Quote Don't do this to me. It's not fair to make me choose. It's a very difficult question, that would require many years of deep thought. Personally I would prefer Morticia to Marilyn, but if the families are to be taken as a whole, each provides important qualities lacking in the other. It must also be taken into account that ones preferences are never fixed. Herman is someone I would like to go out drinking with, or something. The Addams have a more interesting house. The Munsters are more groovy, but Morticia's playing is enchanting. It's hard to think of something more impressive than Grandpa blowing smoke out of his ears. But Morticia's, well... I'm sorry, I don't really have an analysis based on your preferences, I just made that up, but I'd say that the ability to articulate the reasons for your preference of various aspects of each, rather than taking them as a whole and choosing, shows a high degree of insight, as well as a tendency towards equivocation.

Quote...but the dreaming has interfered with your reading, is that what you're going to say?    I don't know about a person like that, I would never let that happen. QuoteNO! I'm reading too much other stuff. Although some of the stuff is dream related... Oh, that's good, I seem to spend too much time on dreaming stuff to keep up with the books, which I continue to buy and stack up.

QuoteHypercubes, there are some good videos of those on youtube.  If you like that sort of thing, that is.    Which some of us evidently do. QuoteI imagine. Be quiet, or we shall lose Burned up for a few days again. I was going to post a link, but I couldn't find the particular one I wanted.

QuoteMaybe the reason that auditory dream was so different was because it was NREM.  NREM dreams are far more auditory than visual, and I suspect a lot of them are musical.  I wonder how much of our nights we spend listening to music, only to forget it all in the morning? QuoteI often wake up with the sounds/songs still playing, as was the case here. Sometimes I've had almost entirely auditory dreams. Probably most dreams have a great deal of sound, but vision drowns it out. Most people probably don't pay too much attention to sound, when they can see the object right in front of them. In other words they study the object's appearance, whereas sound is more of a background thing; part of the environment.

I've had entirely auditory lucid dreams; you can have a good conversation with the voices in one of those.

Anyway I was thinking that I have the impression that dreams are quieter than IRL; like you can hear noises that seem appropriate, like voices and stuff, but if you stopped and listened for back-ground noise, there wouldn't be all the little things that your filter out while you are awake.  That's hard to be sure of without specifically listening sometime in a dream for the back-ground noises, since usually your are not even conscious of them while awake, but it's just an impression I have when recalling dreams.  I think I'll try to do that sometime.  Like in my realistic Island Bar dream; when I recall it, walking up to the bar, before somebody said something to me, I don't recall the sound of the water or wind or any normal sound you would hear in that situation.  But I'm not sure, you don't know how much you just filter out automatically.  It's not like people would describe the auditory part of any experience, unless there was something special about that part of it.

Quote from: pj on January 09, 2009, 07:48:06 AMThank you for the kind words. You're most welcome pj. It was cool hearing/seeing that stuff.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 09, 2009, 10:05:44 AMMostly the worry and despair, and also my Mom had the exact same dream a lot, so once when she was here I looked it up just to see what we could find.  We both had the same dream of living in a run-down house (with each other, usually, and other family sometimes), just living in part of the house, then sometimes we realize there is a lot more to the house once we start looking, etc. That's pretty weird. This whole house thing is (see below.)

QuoteI didn't apply it on purpose, it's more like I could have used nightmares and the bad-house dream to get lucid, so my mind took them away.  Now the houses are usually just a strange place, like my dreaming mind doesn't know where I live. It does seem like there's a part of the mind that doesn't want you to get lucid, doesn't it?! At least for some of us. I'm becoming more and more convinced of that.

Quote  I'm sorry, I don't really have an analysis based on your preferences, I just made that up, but I'd say that the ability to articulate the reasons for your preference of various aspects of each, rather than taking them as a whole and choosing, shows a high degree of insight, as well as a tendency towards equivocation. Wow! Well, thanks!

QuoteOh, that's good, I seem to spend too much time on dreaming stuff to keep up with the books, which I continue to buy and stack up. It's not that I don't spend an awful lot of time on dream stuff.  One problem is, that when I read certain types of books, I have to do it really slow; not because it's difficult, but I feel like I'm missing something all the time, if I read it too fast. I read the same paragraph 2-3 times before I feel I'm done with it, or something.

Quote I was going to post a link, but I couldn't find the particular one I wanted. Don't worry, you'll find the hypercube that's right for you some day.

QuoteI've had entirely auditory lucid dreams; you can have a good conversation with the voices in one of those.

Anyway I was thinking that I have the impression that dreams are quieter than IRL; like you can hear noises that seem appropriate, like voices and stuff, but if you stopped and listened for back-ground noise, there wouldn't be all the little things that your filter out while you are awake.  That's hard to be sure of without specifically listening sometime in a dream for the back-ground noises, since usually your are not even conscious of them while awake, but it's just an impression I have when recalling dreams.  I think I'll try to do that sometime.  Like in my realistic Island Bar dream; when I recall it, walking up to the bar, before somebody said something to me, I don't recall the sound of the water or wind or any normal sound you would hear in that situation.  But I'm not sure, you don't know how much you just filter out automatically.  It's not like people would describe the auditory part of any experience, unless there was something special about that part of it. Did you ever notice that on movies, when they show a dream scene, it's usually silent? That seems very effective at making it seem dream-like. You make a good point there. Honestly I'm not sure what's going on with the lack of sound. I think it's probably because sight is more important than hearing for most people. I wonder what it's like for people that are blind since birth? Or animals like dogs... I wonder if dogs dream of lots of smells and stuff?

Apparently it doesn't take much to make me dream of strange houses. My dreams last night were overflowing with them, one room after another, house after house. Unfortunately I don't remember that much.

I do, however, clearly remember that in one particular house, which was extremely chaotic and strange, Moonbeam was there. We were walking around the house saying how strange everything was. There was an immensely powerful storm outside. We were trying to get lower in the house, as we seemed to be up very high. It was fun; it was like we were stoned or something, looking at all the cool weird stuff. (I really wish I could remember more of this.)

Something about a draft horse, that had been shrunken down to the size of a large goat. (Ehem. Not a pony, Burned up.  ) The horse was falling off of a cliff, and was hanging on with her head somehow. I was trying to pull it back up, but it didn't seem very urgent, as she was kind of floating anyway.

A small strange house, with a TV that has bad reception. I'm pulling the cable line through the wall, and there's hundreds of feet of it. Someone that lives there says to be careful, as there's a storm outside, and water is dripping in along the cable, and there's a lot of lightning.

(There was so much more about strange houses. It seemed like a very long night; it went on and on.)

Quote from: mu on January 08, 2009, 10:33:09 PMHow would it manifest? I'm not sure what you mean, but at first it looked like this:

Quite simply, a smaller room within a larger. However it proceeded to rotate:

(Images shamelessly stolen from wikipedia.)

Those are 2D/3D projections from the 4D hypercube.  The 8 cubes essentially exist (in 3D space) in the same place, so in fact there are 8 "rooms within rooms" with each room connected to 6 other rooms, one through each wall and one "opposite" which you need to get to through one of the other 6.  (Like going from one face of a normal cube to the opposite face).

The first projection shows 8 cubes - not just 2.  There is the outer, the inner, and six between the outer and the inner.  But that's just the nearest we can get in 2D/3D space to showing 4D.

Not sure if you've read any Terry Pratchett stuff, but one room in the "unseen university" is like you describe, it's inside another room but in the same space.  Indeed it came about because of the dimensional interference of magic!

Quote from: mu on January 09, 2009, 10:59:14 PMApparently it doesn't take much to make me dream of strange houses. My dreams last night were overflowing with them, one room after another, house after house. Unfortunately I don't remember that much. I know the feeling. 50 percent or more of my image streams begin with me being about 30 floors up somewhere in an office building.  Maybe you can use strange houses as a dream sign for getting lucid by reminding yourself all day long that whenever you find yourself in a strange house you will realize you are dreaming.

Quote from: mu on January 09, 2009, 10:59:14 PMI do, however, clearly remember that in one particular house, which was extremely chaotic and strange, Moonbeam was there. We were walking around the house saying how strange everything was. There was an immensely powerful storm outside. We were trying to get lower in the house, as we seemed to be up very high. It was fun; it was like we were stoned or something, looking at all the cool weird stuff. (I really wish I could remember more of this.) I'm surprised you missed getting lucid in that one since Moonbeam was there.

Quote from: mu on January 09, 2009, 10:59:14 PMIt does seem like there's a part of the mind that doesn't want you to get lucid, doesn't it?! At least for some of us. I'm becoming more and more convinced of that. Oh, I'm totally convinced of that, for myself anyway.  I don't know what it is, and it's not an extremely smart part of the mind (maybe no part of my mind is  ), because it can be tricked once or twice, but it always eventually catches up and puts an end to whatever is working.  I don't know why; of course people automatically think maybe it's because getting lucid is "bad" or harmful, but I don't really think that's what it is.  I don't know what it really is, however.

Quote Wow! Well, thanks! That would be funny to think of a whole series of questions like that (there's already the favorite-Beatle one too), and make it into a real personality quiz.

QuoteIt's not that I don't spend an awful lot of time on dream stuff.  One problem is, that when I read certain types of books, I have to do it really slow; not because it's difficult, but I feel like I'm missing something all the time, if I read it too fast. I read the same paragraph 2-3 times before I feel I'm done with it, or something. Well, that's better than only reading right before bed when you're tired, and then forgetting it anyway.

QuoteDon't worry, you'll find the hypercube that's right for you some day. No, you don't understand.  I had the right one, it was my first one. So long ago, in calc I, but now it's gone, maybe forever.

QuoteDid you ever notice that on movies, when they show a dream scene, it's usually silent? That seems very effective at making it seem dream-like. You make a good point there. Honestly I'm not sure what's going on with the lack of sound. I think it's probably because sight is more important than hearing for most people. I wonder what it's like for people that are blind since birth? Or animals like dogs... I wonder if dogs dream of lots of smells and stuff? Hmm, yes you're right about the dream-scene thing.  There is a silence to dreams, I know, that one I had last night I didn't specifically focus on the noise, but even now I can picture it and it was very quiet (for what I was doing, it should have been windy and noisy).  But I'd like to focus on that specifically, and see if the sounds come into being more so.  It might be a way to get more realism, if we let our minds know we have noticed the absence of sound, and we want!

I know dogs dream about smell, their noses twitch around a lot.  I bet that's a main component of their dream-world, like IRL.  I bet blind people have sound-dreams.  Probably can look that up.

QuoteApparently it doesn't take much to make me dream of strange houses. My dreams last night were overflowing with them, one room after another, house after house. Unfortunately I don't remember that much. If only we could always recognize those recurring things.   One of these days maybe, after I say like a million times.

QuoteI do, however, clearly remember that in one particular house, which was extremely chaotic and strange, Moonbeam was there. We were walking around the house saying how strange everything was. There was an immensely powerful storm outside. We were trying to get lower in the house, as we seemed to be up very high. It was fun; it was like we were stoned or something, looking at all the cool weird stuff. (I really wish I could remember more of this.) Being stoned in a strange house with weird things in a storm--yea, that sounds like a good time!

Quote(There was so much more about strange houses. It seemed like a very long night; it went on and on.)

Storms were a big part of the night too it seems.

Quote from: Burned up on January 10, 2009, 05:55:54 AMThose are 2D/3D projections from the 4D hypercube.  The 8 cubes essentially exist (in 3D space) in the same place, so in fact there are 8 "rooms within rooms" with each room connected to 6 other rooms, one through each wall and one "opposite" which you need to get to through one of the other 6.  (Like going from one face of a normal cube to the opposite face).

The first projection shows 8 cubes - not just 2.  There is the outer, the inner, and six between the outer and the inner.  But that's just the nearest we can get in 2D/3D space to showing 4D. I can't resist anymore; I'm going to read up on this. I know this much: An n-cube has 2 n sides of dimension n-1. Therefore, a Tesseract has 2*4=8 sides, which are (3d) cubes (cells). An n-cube has 2^n 'corners', or vertices, so our friend has 16. (Wikipedia gives the generalization of this: The number of m-dimensional hypercubes on the boundary of an n-cube is Em,n = 2n-m nCm where points, lines, squares, cubes, are 0, 1, 2, 3 dimensional hypercubes, respectively.) I am aware that the images are 2d projections, of 3d projections, of the 4d cube. The best we could do IRL would be to have a projection onto a 3d hologram, or something, I suppose.

I follow what you're saying. One thing that I'm not clear on yet are rotations. There seem to be different types, and it is possible to have composite rotations at independent rates.

Fascinating subject, Burned up.

QuoteNot sure if you've read any Terry Pratchett stuff, but one room in the "unseen university" is like you describe, it's inside another room but in the same space.  Indeed it came about because of the dimensional interference of magic! I have not, but I have heard it being highly recommended. Yet another thing to read, someday. (Who was that guy that said paradise must be like an infinite library or something?)

Quote from: iadr on January 10, 2009, 07:25:25 AMI know the feeling. 50 percent or more of my image streams begin with me being about 30 floors up somewhere in an office building.  Maybe you can use strange houses as a dream sign for getting lucid by reminding yourself all day long that whenever you find yourself in a strange house you will realize you are dreaming. I've noticed that! Many times you begin along the lines "I'm looking down at the street, from so many floors, etc." I assumed that it was because of a particular visualization you do. I tried a certain meditation based on this house idea, and I got lucid last night. If it works consistently, I'll post it here. Dream signs seem to be unreliable for me.

Quote from: mu on January 09, 2009, 10:59:14 PMI'm surprised you missed getting lucid in that one since Moonbeam was there. Like I just said... It's a good idea, using the houses. Excellent, in fact, I think. I'm going to try different ways of using it.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 10, 2009, 02:52:29 PMOh, I'm totally convinced of that, for myself anyway.  I don't know what it is, and it's not an extremely smart part of the mind (maybe no part of my mind is  ), because it can be tricked once or twice, but it always eventually catches up and puts an end to whatever is working.  I don't know why; of course people automatically think maybe it's because getting lucid is "bad" or harmful, but I don't really think that's what it is.  I don't know what it really is, however. I know... It is a dumb, stubborn part of my mind. Don't say that about yourself!  We need to do dumb things to know a smart thing when we see it! I don't believe it's bad at all. That's ridiculous. The dumb part, I think, is really just scared. Of course it's hard to admit that you're scared, and you'll make up a million reasons why you're not. It kind of fears the responsibility that comes with realizing how much you actually can (and can't) control. Something like that.

QuoteThat would be funny to think of a whole series of questions like that (there's already the favorite-Beatle one too), and make it into a real personality quiz. John = best music. George = not being a hypocrite, like John.

QuoteNo, you don't understand.  I had the right one, it was my first one. So long ago, in calc I, but now it's gone, maybe forever. A Romance in Many Dimensions...

QuoteHmm, yes you're right about the dream-scene thing.  There is a silence to dreams, I know, that one I had last night I didn't specifically focus on the noise, but even now I can picture it and it was very quiet (for what I was doing, it should have been windy and noisy).  But I'd like to focus on that specifically, and see if the sounds come into being more so.  It might be a way to get more realism, if we let our minds know we have noticed the absence of sound, and we want! I just realized, all this talk about storms; you can hear the storms. Surely that has some bearing this matter! It's usually very nice to hear an approaching storm... I think that thinking about this caused the strange keyboard thing below.

QuoteI know dogs dream about smell, their noses twitch around a lot.  I bet that's a main component of their dream-world, like IRL.  I bet blind people have sound-dreams.  Probably can look that up. The nose twitching, how could I forget that?

Flight of the Spider I wake up in the middle of the night. The first thing I think of is "That's weird, I can't remember having any dreams at all..." It looks like the sun is rising already. Wow, the whole night went by almost instantly. Since I don't have to get up yet, I decide to try to WILD. To my astonishment, as soon as I think of this I'm floating a few feet above my body. Aha! It was a FA and now I'm lucid!

I rotate to an upright position and move directly towards the windows. It's surprisingly easy this time. I have a specific purpose in mind (which I can't remember now), and I don't feel like playing window puzzles, so I just slide open the glass and push the screen out. I fly right outside, into the awesome lucid night.

Suddenly I sense a great danger, as if I am surrounded and being watched by dozens of evil spirits. I think fast; I turn myself into something very small -- a spider. I'm now on the ground, and the blades of grass look like trees. I fly very quickly across the lawn (I guess I'm a flying spider  ) in a zig-zag pattern, knowing that if I make it across I'll be safe. I shouldn't have long to go.

Or maybe I do. The lawn seems to go on for miles. There's rats or something over there, they might come and eat me. Or those birds way up in that tree. What if someone mows the lawn?! (That makes me very nervous.) I find myself becoming more and more concerned with spider things. I swear I sense that someone is near my web, threatening to rip it. Where was it again? I'm getting hungry. How am I going to eat and survive in the winter? Oh yeah, winter! At least I don't have to worry about the lawnmower. But I'll freeze to death!

(Some time later...)

Wait a minute, I'm lucid here. I've got to pull myself together. The road! I can see the road. Maybe there weren't evil spirits after all. Why do I sense them so strongly then? Who cares? I'm there. I take off flying, up, higher, faster... I'm going really, really fast now. What was it I wanted to do? I can't remember. I know, I'll see how fast I can go. The breathtaking landscape, the sunrise, the cool, magical air, moves faster and faster away. Everything is becoming a blur. All I can sense now is acceleration, at an ever increasing rate.

I no longer know where I am. It's almost black, but not even that. There's no black either, I don't know what it is. There's nothing; just flying. It's amazing. Suddenly I slam into something, really hard.

I wake up passed out on the kitchen table of my grandma's house. I sense that there's evil spirits here. The house seems off, and when I get up I can't really keep my feet on the ground, I'm floating a little. Hmm.. it seems Grandma now keeps beer and weed on the counter. I help myself and go sit back down at the table, trying to figure out where the spirits are. My grandma's brother wakes up at the other side of the table. He just sits there, very confused looking.

There's a keyboard on the table. I hit a few of the keys, and incredible tones come out of it. I'm fascinated. When I play notes it has some kind of effect on the atmosphere. The notes are very magical seeming.

I'm still at my grandma's house. My cousin G (from the other side of the family, wouldn't likely be here) comes over and tries to get me to do some drugs. I notice he's acting like a lunatic, so I ask him what kind of drugs they are. He says what (I forgot), but I tell him "I don't like stimulants."

These two very ugly woman are here, one with blond hair, one with black. They are looking at me very strangely. Just kind of staring at me, as if they know something I don't. There's a button on the table. I press the button. Suddenly, my cousin and I are in some kind of double wedding, marrying these women!

Wait, no. The scene abruptly fades, and I find myself releasing the button. Someone comes in and tells me that my grandmother's dead; the evil spirits got her.

(repeat dream) This guy is doing something to these women. (I can't say what exactly he's doing. It's kind of like brainwashing them, but he's also giving them all a similar appearance, making them all look the same age, maybe 20, and putting these funny outfits on them.)

(I think this is based on that Twilight Zone episode, with the 'ugly' girl from the future that doesn't want the procedure to look like everyone else, and become an airhead. I really liked the 'ugly' girl. Found it.)

I trying to figure out exactly what he's doing, so I can stop him. I don't kill him, so I can learn how to reverse the process.

QuoteI don't believe it's bad at all. That's ridiculous. The dumb part, I think, is really just scared. Of course it's hard to admit that you're scared, and you'll make up a million reasons why you're not. It kind of fears the responsibility that comes with realizing how much you actually can (and can't) control. Something like that. I think you're just trying to make me feel better.

But that's OK.    We're going to overcome that dumb part, one of these days!

It is scary, when you're there, sometimes...

QuoteJohn = best music. George = not being a hypocrite, like John. Exactly!  Why did I always think there was only one choice!?

Quote A Romance in Many Dimensions... I'll find it again, someday!

QuoteI just realized, all this talk about storms; you can hear the storms. Surely that has some bearing this matter! It's usually very nice to hear an approaching storm... Yes, I know, you can hear the important things in dreams, if they are relevant to the situation.  It's those little incidental noises (or even big ones, that should be there) that are missing.  Dreams are not linear, yet the non-lucid ones seem to have this one-dimensional, single-mindedness about them.

Quote The nose twitching, how could I forget that? Yea, I figured you would know about that--it's like, nose twitching, feet running, mouth moving....I think I know exactly what they are dreaming about.  I used to wonder if they have trouble distinguishing dreams from reality, til I realized they probably don't have good recall.

Quote I wake up in the middle of the night. The first thing I think of is "That's weird, I can't remember having any dreams at all..." It looks like the sun is rising already. Wow, the whole night went by almost instantly. Since I don't have to get up yet, I decide to try to WILD. To my astonishment, as soon as I think of this I'm floating a few feet above my body. Aha! It was a FA and now I'm lucid! Good job recognizing that.

Quoteinto the awesome lucid night. I love that, should be a title of a song or something.

QuoteSuddenly I sense a great danger, as if I am surrounded and being watched by dozens of evil spirits. I think fast; I turn myself into something very small -- a spider. I'm now on the ground, and the blades of grass look like trees. I fly very quickly across the lawn (I guess I'm a flying spider  ) in a zig-zag pattern, knowing that if I make it across I'll be safe. I shouldn't have long to go.

Or maybe I do. The lawn seems to go on for miles. There's rats or something over there, they might come and eat me. Or those birds way up in that tree. What if someone mows the lawn?! (That makes me very nervous.) I find myself becoming more and more concerned with spider things. I swear I sense that someone is near my web, threatening to rip it. Where was it again? I'm getting hungry. How am I going to eat and survive in the winter? Oh yeah, winter! At least I don't have to worry about the lawnmower. But I'll freeze to death!

QuoteWait a minute, I'm lucid here. I've got to pull myself together. The road! I can see the road. Maybe there weren't evil spirits after all. Why do I sense them so strongly then? Who cares? I'm there. I take off flying, up, higher, faster... I'm going really, really fast now. What was it I wanted to do? I can't remember. I know, I'll see how fast I can go. The breathtaking landscape, the sunrise, the cool, magical air, moves faster and faster away. Everything is becoming a blur. All I can sense now is acceleration, at an ever increasing rate. It sounds like you thought and felt all that while still in SP.

QuoteSuddenly I slam into something, really hard. Done with SP.

QuoteHmm.. it seems Grandma now keeps beer and weed on the counter. I help myself and go sit back down at the table, That's nice of her!

QuoteWait, no. The scene abruptly fades, and I find myself releasing the button. Someone comes in and tells me that my grandmother's dead; the evil spirits got her.

Quote(I think this is based on that Twilight Zone episode, with the 'ugly' girl from the future that doesn't want the procedure to look like everyone else, and become an airhead.

I remember that one, is that the one where everyone on the alien planet looks ugly like her, and the "ugly' girl from their planet (who is really pretty) is swapped with her?

Quote from: mu on January 10, 2009, 11:35:09 PM I follow what you're saying. One thing that I'm not clear on yet are rotations. There seem to be different types, and it is possible to have composite rotations at independent rates.

Fascinating subject, Burned up.

Squares can be rotated only in one axis.  Cubes in 3 axes.  Tesseracts in ... dunno ... lots (6?). The interesting one is when looking at 45 degrees from all axes.  A cube looks like a hexagon when collapsed into 2D.  Similarly, a tesseract looks (IIRC) like an octohedron when collapsed into 3D.  Yes, fascinating.

Quote from: mu on January 10, 2009, 11:35:09 PMI rotate to an upright position and move directly towards the windows. It's surprisingly easy this time. I have a specific purpose in mind (which I can't remember now), and I don't feel like playing window puzzles, so I just slide open the glass and push the screen out. I fly right outside, into the awesome lucid night.

Suddenly I sense a great danger, as if I am surrounded and being watched by dozens of evil spirits. I think fast; I turn myself into something very small -- a spider. I'm now on the ground, and the blades of grass look like trees. I fly very quickly across the lawn (I guess I'm a flying spider  ) in a zig-zag pattern, knowing that if I make it across I'll be safe. I shouldn't have long to go.

Or maybe I do. The lawn seems to go on for miles. There's rats or something over there, they might come and eat me. Or those birds way up in that tree. What if someone mows the lawn?! (That makes me very nervous.) I find myself becoming more and more concerned with spider things. I swear I sense that someone is near my web, threatening to rip it. Where was it again? I'm getting hungry. How am I going to eat and survive in the winter? Oh yeah, winter! At least I don't have to worry about the lawnmower. But I'll freeze to death!

(Some time later...)

Wait a minute, I'm lucid here. I've got to pull myself together. The road! I can see the road. Maybe there weren't evil spirits after all. Why do I sense them so strongly then? Who cares? I'm there. I take off flying, up, higher, faster... I'm going really, really fast now. What was it I wanted to do? I can't remember. I know, I'll see how fast I can go. The breathtaking landscape, the sunrise, the cool, magical air, moves faster and faster away. Everything is becoming a blur. All I can sense now is acceleration, at an ever increasing rate.

I no longer know where I am. It's almost black, but not even that. There's no black either, I don't know what it is. There's nothing; just flying. It's amazing. Suddenly I slam into something, really hard.[/color] Awesome lucid mu!  And great job of shape shifting in a spider. And then shifting back to yourself and getting control of the lucid.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 11, 2009, 12:45:43 AM   I think you're just trying to make me feel better. No I'm not. I have the same stupid part of the mind, so either we're both stupid or neither of us are. I'd really like to know what's going on here; why this natural resistance to lucidity?

QuoteBut that's OK.    We're going to overcome that dumb part, one of these days! Yes we can! We can do it!

QuoteExactly!  Why did I always think there was only one choice!? If you can't think of an answer, exploit an assumption that was omitted in the question. It's my new motto.

QuoteI'll find it again, someday! You know, it could be right next to you this whole time, but you can't see it because it's in a different dimension! I'll bet that's what it is. It still loves you!

QuoteYes, I know, you can hear the important things in dreams, if they are relevant to the situation.  It's those little incidental noises (or even big ones, that should be there) that are missing.  Dreams are not linear, yet the non-lucid ones seem to have this one-dimensional, single-mindedness about them. I think the question of how we go from one element to another is at least as interesting as the elements themselves. I think a lot of it is associativity; we connect certain things in our minds that have no apparent connection. For example, my last dream about being a spider: I mentioned I was flying in a zig-zag pattern, and I was thinking about this zig-zaggedness in the dream; why am I flying like this? Then, when I found the weed at grandma's house. My grandma certainly never smoked it. But IRL, years ago we were cleaning out her basement for her, and I found some old "Zig-Zag" rolling papers. Must have been my moms, but it goes without saying it's not something I expected to find. So there is a possible non-linear direction, maybe.

QuoteYea, I figured you would know about that--it's like, nose twitching, feet running, mouth moving....I think I know exactly what they are dreaming about.  I used to wonder if they have trouble distinguishing dreams from reality, til I realized they probably don't have good recall. Or it doesn't make much difference to them. I know some dogs that seem to remember everything.

QuoteI love that, should be a title of a song or something. Thanks!

QuoteIt sounds like you thought and felt all that while still in SP. Maybe! I'm starting to love SP.

QuoteI remember that one, is that the one where everyone on the alien planet looks ugly like her, and the "ugly' girl from their planet (who is really pretty) is swapped with her? I don't think, but I like that one too. (Well, I like all of them.)

Quote from: Burned up on January 11, 2009, 06:33:25 AMSquares can be rotated only in one axis.  Cubes in 3 axes.  Tesseracts in ... dunno ... lots (6?). The interesting one is when looking at 45 degrees from all axes.  A cube looks like a hexagon when collapsed into 2D.  Similarly, a tesseract looks (IIRC) like an octohedron when collapsed into 3D.  Yes, fascinating. I disagree. There are as many axes of rotation as the dimensions of the embedding space, regardless of the shape. From what I understand, with 3d, although there are 3 axes, they are not independent, and you can describe the rotation as being about one axis (and velocity.) With 4d, however, you can have independent rotations about two different axes. Or something. I've seen some pictures of the 'collapsed' polytopes. Yes, that's really cool.

Quote from: iadr on January 11, 2009, 08:05:16 AMAwesome lucid mu!  And great job of shape shifting in a spider. And then shifting back to yourself and getting control of the lucid. Thank you kindly, iadr. Yeah, I almost got to into being a spider there.

I've done it again. I woke up after each of these, without the slightest doubt that I would remember later. I'm so freaking lazy. So I can't complain about poor recall, because it's my own stupid fault. I'm too lazy to even finish this stupid sen

Something about this magnificent school with dream related subjects. I was not lucid most of the time, but we had 'assignments' that involved getting lucid briefly. There was something about it, something someone said or did, that gave me reason to believe I would return here again.

This may have been a continuation of the previous dream, as a group of us were going around using lucid powers to raise the dead. There seemed to be a suspicious number of dead things all over the place, but it was not morbid or anything. People and animals just appeared to be sleeping, and when we willed it, they sprang to life.

Back in the Village This one I remember quite clearly, because it is a repeat dream; a fairly frequent one. It's more of a repeat location actually, but certain similar events always seem to occur too. I was not lucid, but I had this inexplicable and overwhelming sense of déjà vu. I almost got lucid when I began to suspect the dream-like nature of things.

It begins with at an extremely large college campus. It's not an ordinary college--it appears very, very old. I suspect that Isaac Newton teaches here. However, although there are many old things, old devices, such as sundials, prisms, gyroscopes, alchemy labs, etc., my fellow students are modern, as is the fact that we all drive cars, have phones, etc. .

The campus is immense, with sprawling hills, forests, castle-like buildings. One of the most curious parts is the medieval type village that seems to surround the campus, or perhaps only the back half of it. This village looks like something out of a nursery rhyme, with strange, uneven buildings, thatch roofed huts, tall stone cottages. It is anything but quiet, however, and the students that live here throw exceptionally wild parties, always. There seem to be types of music and drugs unique to it. It's unusually windy, and the wind is odd in that it seems to abruptly change direction and move up, down, and through buildings. It seems to be a tradition to hang clothing and sheets and stuff way up in the air, and these are flapping around incessantly. Occasionally students can be seen flying to and from the buildings.

The dream always begins with a semester having just ended, and I am walking out of a building into a parking lot. As soon as I leave the steps I come upon a four foot high stone wall, upon which many students are jumping and running. It's some kind of wild celebration. I get caught up in this, and begin to feel intoxicated as I run around, seemingly off of the ground, from the wall, to the steps, through the halls, etc. . It's a lot of fun, and everyone's flying and gliding and jumping. After a while I head to the parking lot.

I always have a hard time finding my car, or truck (it always is different; in this case a pickup) but I find it. As I am pulling out I realize I forgot how to drive out of the parking lot. There's all these confusing dirt roads through the woods, that surround the whole campus, and it's at least 10 miles just to get to the road. Somehow I make a wrong turn, and I end up on an unknown highway, when I finally manage to leave.

I eventually figure out where I'm going, I remember the directions. The weird thing is, I remember them very specifically; they are always exactly them same. They do not correspond to any real places, as far as I can tell. There are totally fictitious landmarks, roads, etc. , that are always precisely the same. I go this way for a long time--it's at least a 4 hour drive--only to end up back in the village.

The village is something that's really hard to describe, but I can remember exactly what it looks like. I'll just list some adjectives: Japanese, medieval, ghost-like, windy, psychedelic, red, stony, dusty, noisy, musical. I feel very light while I'm there, it's easy to float up and blow around. There's lots of cute girls. The bedrooms have a peculiar quality, the light, the airiness, the other-worldliness... Again, impossible to describe. Aside from the noise, it's extremely pleasant. And the noise stops now and then because of some distant musical sounds. Strange, beautiful sounds...

(Although I went to college, it was nothing like this. It was not very old, not far, and I didn't live in a dorm. The most significant repeating elements are the stone wall with the flying, the driving and directions, and the village. The village is very cool, and it was there where I almost got lucid. I was thinking it was cool to be there again. What do I mean, again? Something's funny about all this, this is like part of another world or something, etc. .)

Quote from: mu on January 12, 2009, 12:21:06 AMNo I'm not. I have the same stupid part of the mind, so either we're both stupid or neither of us are. I'd really like to know what's going on here; why this natural resistance to lucidity? QuoteIf you can't think of an answer, exploit an assumption that was omitted in the question. It's my new motto. Yes it's good to remember that.  None of the above.

QuoteYou know, it could be right next to you this whole time, but you can't see it because it's in a different dimension! I'll bet that's what it is. It still loves you! Oh no, it never knew I existed, but that's OK, if I can just see it again.  (Bu will fall in love with it too, once he sees it.)

QuoteI mentioned I was flying in a zig-zag pattern, and I was thinking about this zig-zaggedness in the dream; why am I flying like this? Then, when I found the weed at grandma's house. My grandma certainly never smoked it. But IRL, years ago we were cleaning out her basement for her, and I found some old "Zig-Zag" rolling papers. Must have been my moms, but it goes without saying it's not something I expected to find. So there is a possible non-linear direction, maybe. There are so many little weird connections like that in dreams, some from real life thoughts, some from other things in the dream, that it seems like you could figure the whole thing out if you could just remember everything.

QuoteOr it doesn't make much difference to them. I know some dogs that seem to remember everything. Yea, or maybe their dreams are just so much like their real lives there's nothing weird about them.  Except sometimes they do have nightmares.

QuoteThis one I remember quite clearly, because it is a repeat dream; a fairly frequent one. It's more of a repeat location actually, but certain similar events always seem to occur too. I was not lucid, but I had this inexplicable and overwhelming sense of déjà vu. I almost got lucid when I began to suspect the dream-like nature of things. Your repeat dream locations are so cool.  I know those are going to come in handy for getting lucid somehow.  Sometimes I forget that you haven't been doing this for very long, and you may actually be at the first stages of getting that "critical mass", as you said.  Something like this could help a lot.  I would think.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 12, 2009, 07:20:17 AMOh no, it never knew I existed, but that's OK, if I can just see it again.  (Bu will fall in love with it too, once he sees it.)

QuoteThere are so many little weird connections like that in dreams, some from real life thoughts, some from other things in the dream, that it seems like you could figure the whole thing out if you could just remember everything. I think it's interesting. It probably has a lot to do with how the mind works.

QuoteYea, or maybe their dreams are just so much like their real lives there's nothing weird about them.  Except sometimes they do have nightmares. I wish my dog kept a DJ...

QuoteYour repeat dream locations are so cool.  I know those are going to come in handy for getting lucid somehow.  Sometimes I forget that you haven't been doing this for very long, and you may actually be at the first stages of getting that "critical mass", as you said.  Something like this could help a lot.  I would think. Thanks! Yeah, that's what got me into this, like your strange house dreams. I want to explore them while lucid. They seem connected, location-wise, too. That MM member, Icelus, I think, who hasn't been here in a while, said something about drawing a map of the dreams. That would be cool, I think.

No recall.

Quote from: mu on January 12, 2009, 12:21:06 AMNo I'm not. I have the same stupid part of the mind, so either we're both stupid or neither of us are. I'd really like to know what's going on here; why this natural resistance to lucidity? Looks like I forgot to say what I was gonna say, which was....yea, me too, I don't understand it, but it's real.

But then why the cryptic clues sometimes?  It's like there are several oppositional elements in there.

Quote from: mu on January 12, 2009, 10:28:24 PM That MM member, Icelus, I think, who hasn't been here in a while, said something about drawing a map of the dreams. That would be cool, I think. You should totally do that.  It would reinforce it as well, causing a feed-back loop.  Hopefully.

Quote from: mu on January 12, 2009, 12:21:06 AMI disagree. There are as many axes of rotation as the dimensions of the embedding space, regardless of the shape. From what I understand, with 3d, although there are 3 axes, they are not independent, and you can describe the rotation as being about one axis (and velocity.) With 4d, however, you can have independent rotations about two different axes. Or something. I've seen some pictures of the 'collapsed' polytopes. Yes, that's really cool.

Cartesian axes are independent.  i.e. rotating around one leaves the other axes unaffected.  Yes, in 4D rotations of 2 axes means 6 different combinations.  At least that's where I got the 6 from.  Axes can be drawn anywhere through the cube or tesseract - they don't have to be parallel to any one side.  So long as they're at right angles to each other.  So when rotating, it's easier to make one axis the axis of rotation and the other two then revolve around that one.

QuoteThe campus is immense, with sprawling hills, forests, castle-like buildings. One of the most curious parts is the medieval type village that seems to surround the campus, or perhaps only the back half of it. This village looks like something out of a nursery rhyme, with strange, uneven buildings, thatch roofed huts, tall stone cottages. It is anything but quiet, however, and the students that live here throw exceptionally wild parties, always. There seem to be types of music and drugs unique to it. It's unusually windy, and the wind is odd in that it seems to abruptly change direction and move up, down, and through buildings. It seems to be a tradition to hang clothing and sheets and stuff way up in the air, and these are flapping around incessantly. Occasionally students can be seen flying to and from the buildings.

I want to be there!

QuoteThe dream always begins with a semester having just ended, and I am walking out of a building into a parking lot. As soon as I leave the steps I come upon a four foot high stone wall, upon which many students are jumping and running. It's some kind of wild celebration. I get caught up in this, and begin to feel intoxicated as I run around, seemingly off of the ground, from the wall, to the steps, through the halls, etc. . It's a lot of fun, and everyone's flying and gliding and jumping. After a while I head to the parking lot.

I always have a hard time finding my car, or truck (it always is different; in this case a pickup) but I find it. As I am pulling out I realize I forgot how to drive out of the parking lot. There's all these confusing dirt roads through the woods, that surround the whole campus, and it's at least 10 miles just to get to the road. Somehow I make a wrong turn, and I end up on an unknown highway, when I finally manage to leave.

I eventually figure out where I'm going, I remember the directions. The weird thing is, I remember them very specifically; they are always exactly them same. They do not correspond to any real places, as far as I can tell. There are totally fictitious landmarks, roads, etc. , that are always precisely the same. I go this way for a long time--it's at least a 4 hour drive--only to end up back in the village.

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.  (The Eagles).

QuoteThe village is something that's really hard to describe, but I can remember exactly what it looks like. I'll just list some adjectives: Japanese, medieval, ghost-like, windy, psychedelic, red, stony, dusty, noisy, musical. I feel very light while I'm there, it's easy to float up and blow around. There's lots of cute girls. The bedrooms have a peculiar quality, the light, the airiness, the other-worldliness... Again, impossible to describe. Aside from the noise, it's extremely pleasant. And the noise stops now and then because of some distant musical sounds. Strange, beautiful sounds...

(Although I went to college, it was nothing like this. It was not very old, not far, and I didn't live in a dorm. The most significant repeating elements are the stone wall with the flying, the driving and directions, and the village. The village is very cool, and it was there where I almost got lucid. I was thinking it was cool to be there again. What do I mean, again? Something's funny about all this, this is like part of another world or something, etc. .)

Sounds like this village has some of the qualities you're looking for in life.  It felt right, in an odd sort of way.  Somehow you think you'll find what you're looking for there?

Wow nice dream!  I have that same problem with a recurring dream about an opening in the ceiling of a closet, or high up on the corner of a wall. The opening is for a tunnel that leads to fascinating places. I always remember this tunnel when I dream about it. Sometimes I even seek it out, knowing it's there. I've come pretty close to getting Lucid because of it a couple of times, but never have quite managed it.

That spider dream was pretty amazing too. That must have been so strange being a spider. It sounded like you almost lost Lucidity there for a moment.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 12, 2009, 10:40:24 PMLooks like I forgot to say what I was gonna say, which was....yea, me too, I don't understand it, but it's real.

But then why the cryptic clues sometimes?  It's like there are several oppositional elements in there. I don't know, I was thinking maybe it's something like when your mind can try to block things, like a traumatic event. A self protection mechanism, or something. Even if you want to know what it was. I don't think it's exactly the same thing, but it seems similar in the way it operates.

Quote from: mu on January 12, 2009, 10:28:24 PMYou should totally do that.  It would reinforce it as well, causing a feed-back loop.  Hopefully. I may begin to attempt it. I don't think I'll be posting it here for awhile though, as it probably wouldn't make much sense. Just rough drafts and sketches...

Quote from: Burned up on January 13, 2009, 07:03:10 AMCartesian axes are independent.  i.e. rotating around one leaves the other axes unaffected.  Yes, in 4D rotations of 2 axes means 6 different combinations.  At least that's where I got the 6 from.  Axes can be drawn anywhere through the cube or tesseract - they don't have to be parallel to any one side.  So long as they're at right angles to each other.  So when rotating, it's easier to make one axis the axis of rotation and the other two then revolve around that one. My comment was somewhat muddled, on reading it again. I meant to say that the possible rotations are determined by the space, not the shape itself. Yes, axes can be drawn anywhere, as long as they are linearly independent. Your last sentence is what I meant to say about rotation in 3d; any rotation can be described as being about one vector (not axes.) Whereas in 4d, rotation can occur independently about two planes, which to me is very hard to visualize.

Well, I've just started reading about it; I'll figure it out.

QuoteI want to be there!

QuoteYou can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.  (The Eagles). Awesome song! It's kind of dream-like, isn't it? I saw them do this live, on the Hell Freezes Over tour...

Joe Walsh, man... I love that guy. One of my favorite songs, here.

QuoteSounds like this village has some of the qualities you're looking for in life.  It felt right, in an odd sort of way.  Somehow you think you'll find what you're looking for there? It did seem like everything was right there, the sole exception being the noise. It was hard to stop and think, and not get distracted. Otherwise...

Quote from: Caradon on January 13, 2009, 08:31:12 PMWow nice dream!  I have that same problem with a recurring dream about an opening in the ceiling of a closet, or high up on the corner of a wall. The opening is for a tunnel that leads to fascinating places. I always remember this tunnel when I dream about it. Sometimes I even seek it out, knowing it's there. I've come pretty close to getting Lucid because of it a couple of times, but never have quite managed it. Thanks! That sounds awesome man, like a dream tunnel. I too have a strange fascination with the ceiling when I'm falling asleep, particularly the corner. It sounds weird, but there's just something about it, like it signifies a feeling of space, or place or something. If I had a tunnel there, I'd be looking for it all the time.

QuoteThat spider dream was pretty amazing too. That must have been so strange being a spider. It sounded like you almost lost Lucidity there for a moment. Thanks again. I've been wanting to shape-shift lately, and I think I got too into a spider's mind there.

Hopefully this will lead to a Japanese Bridge... (This dream appears to be heavily influenced by Moonbeam's DJ. I had just watched a movie she posted of these guys walking across a shaky Japanese rope bridge. And there was a buffet too, everyday. I hardly ever have those. It was a very cool dream, even though I didn't get lucid or remember it too well.)

I am a juvenile delinquent, and as punishment I've been sent to a remote secret mission training facility in some snowy mountains. Perhaps Mt. Everest and such. It seems to be set up as some kind of ski resort, but I don't see anyone skiing. It has ski-lifts though, and much of the dream involves riding these back and forth to distant mountain peaks. They appear to be exceptionally poorly constructed, and in extremely bad repair. The cables are rusted and frayed, and the wheels that glide along them have loose screws, usually just one or two that are halfway out. It's very windy and snowy.

We ride these back and forth everyday, after breakfast. For breakfast, we have to stand in line at the cafeteria. Since we are such horrible delinquents, we must endure a menu which consists of nothing but chocolate. Chocolate cake, donuts, brownies, ice cream, bars... it's just terrible. For my breakfast, I get no less than 7 different kinds. I was in the dream trying to remember the list of the kinds I wanted, so I could tell the lady without reading the menu. I had the list well memorized, but later on the dream ended when I was reciting the list and started to forget it.

One time when we're in line this black kid tries to cut in front of me. I get really mad and we stare at each other and make faces and stuff. Finally, he says he's sorry. I say "It's cool, but next time, it won't be cool..." and act really cool when I say it. The other kids think I'm tough now.

Another time, I'm second in line, and there's five people (including me in the line). Just as the kid in front is almost done, the line is suddenly declared to be backwards, and I am now fourth in line.

The chocolate is delicious! I usually don't have much taste in dreams, but this stuff tasted so good that the dream went on for several days, so I could keep getting more. There were flavors with like vanilla or cherry and stuff in it, and I could taste all the subtle varieties. It was really good.

Another time this kid in line has short sleeves on, and I'm like, what an a**hole, it's like 50 below here. Then I realize I have short sleeves too.

Whatever mission we're supposed to be going on isn't clear, but it's imperative that we get on the lift everyday. I'm actually looking forward to it, it's exhilarating. And extremely realistic. The snow, wind, the acceleration, free falling; it is amazingly life like. I can hear the wind, it howls, hisses. I can feel it swaying the car. I can hear the rusty wheels on the cable, and this mechanical gear sound. No one seems nervous though; it's fun, like an amusement park ride. One time, I sneak a joint up there and we get stoned while we're riding.

The dream pretty much revolved around these two themes, and seemed to go on at least a week. We slept in cots, at night I read by candle light. There was a big fireplace that kept the place warm. There was this hot older woman as one of the people in charge, by she probably would've beat the crap out of us if we messed with her. I still don't know what our mission was supposed to be, or why I was sent here. If I knew, I'd do it again.

There's this box, or tin, from which I am trying to remove items with a sharp pointed stick, as this seems to be the only way to do it. I am explaining to someone about how when I tried to remove one of the items, it flew out and hit me in the face, narrowly missing my eyes. I am quite upset about this, explaining it in a dramatic fashion, but the person seems uninterested. I proceed to try to remove some more stuff.

Quote from: mu on January 13, 2009, 10:55:26 PMI am a juvenile delinquent,

A chav, then.

Quoteand as punishment I've been sent to a remote secret mission training facility in some snowy mountains. Perhaps Mt. Everest and such. It seems to be set up as some kind of ski resort, but I don't see anyone skiing. It has ski-lifts though, and much of the dream involves riding these back and forth to distant mountain peaks. They appear to be exceptionally poorly constructed, and in extremely bad repair. The cables are rusted and frayed, and the wheels that glide along them have loose screws, usually just one or two that are halfway out. It's very windy and snowy.

We ride these back and forth everyday, after breakfast. For breakfast, we have to stand in line at the cafeteria. Since we are such horrible delinquents, we must endure a menu which consists of nothing but chocolate. Chocolate cake, donuts, brownies, ice cream, bars... it's just terrible. For my breakfast, I get no less than 7 different kinds. I was in the dream trying to remember the list of the kinds I wanted, so I could tell the lady without reading the menu. I had the list well memorized, but later on the dream ended when I was reciting the list and started to forget it.

Sounds awful.

QuoteOne time when we're in line this black kid tries to cut in front of me. I get really mad and we stare at each other and make faces and stuff. Finally, he says he's sorry. I say "It's cool, but next time, it won't be cool..." and act really cool when I say it. The other kids think I'm tough now.

Another time, I'm second in line, and there's five people (including me in the line). Just as the kid in front is almost done, the line is suddenly declared to be backwards, and I am now fourth in line.

The chocolate is delicious! I usually don't have much taste in dreams, but this stuff tasted so good that the dream went on for several days, so I could keep getting more. There were flavors with like vanilla or cherry and stuff in it, and I could taste all the subtle varieties. It was really good.

Another time this kid in line has short sleeves on, and I'm like, what an a**hole, it's like 50 below here. Then I realize I have short sleeves too.

Whatever mission we're supposed to be going on isn't clear, but it's imperative that we get on the lift everyday. I'm actually looking forward to it, it's exhilarating. And extremely realistic. The snow, wind, the acceleration, free falling; it is amazingly life like. I can hear the wind, it howls, hisses. I can feel it swaying the car. I can hear the rusty wheels on the cable, and this mechanical gear sound. No one seems nervous though; it's fun, like an amusement park ride. One time, I sneak a joint up there and we get stoned while we're riding.

The dream pretty much revolved around these two themes, and seemed to go on at least a week. We slept in cots, at night I read by candle light. There was a big fireplace that kept the place warm. There was this hot older woman as one of the people in charge, by she probably would've beat the crap out of us if we messed with her. I still don't know what our mission was supposed to be, or why I was sent here. If I knew, I'd do it again.

There's this box, or tin, from which I am trying to remove items with a sharp pointed stick, as this seems to be the only way to do it. I am explaining to someone about how when I tried to remove one of the items, it flew out and hit me in the face, narrowly missing my eyes. I am quite upset about this, explaining it in a dramatic fashion, but the person seems uninterested. I proceed to try to remove some more stuff.

Pride comes before a fall?

Quote from: mu on January 13, 2009, 10:55:26 PM(This dream appears to be heavily influenced by Moonbeam's DJ. I had just watched a movie she posted of these guys walking across a shaky Japanese rope bridge. And there was a buffet too, everyday. I hardly ever have those. It was a very cool dream, even though I didn't get lucid or remember it too well.) I want to get to that bridge too!   OK, I'll watch it every night before bed.

QuoteWe ride these back and forth everyday, after breakfast. For breakfast, we have to stand in line at the cafeteria. Since we are such horrible delinquents, we must endure a menu which consists of nothing but chocolate. Chocolate cake, donuts, brownies, ice cream, bars... it's just terrible. For my breakfast, I get no less than 7 different kinds. A fate worse than death!    (Yes, that does sound like one of my dreams.)

QuoteI was in the dream trying to remember the list of the kinds I wanted, so I could tell the lady without reading the menu. I had the list well memorized, but later on the dream ended when I was reciting the list and started to forget it. Isn't that so hard, to memorize things in dreams?  I've tried to do that several times, and it's just impossible for me.

QuoteAnother time, I'm second in line, and there's five people (including me in the line). Just as the kid in front is almost done, the line is suddenly declared to be backwards, and I am now fourth in line.

QuoteThe chocolate is delicious! I usually don't have much taste in dreams, but this stuff tasted so good that the dream went on for several days, so I could keep getting more.

Good plan, extending the punishment.

QuoteWhatever mission we're supposed to be going on isn't clear, but it's imperative that we get on the lift everyday. I'm actually looking forward to it, it's exhilarating. And extremely realistic. The snow, wind, the acceleration, free falling; it is amazingly life like. I can hear the wind, it howls, hisses. I can feel it swaying the car. I can hear the rusty wheels on the cable, and this mechanical gear sound. No one seems nervous though; it's fun, like an amusement park ride. One time, I sneak a joint up there and we get stoned while we're riding. What a horrible place to get locked up in.   Cruel and unusual.

QuoteI still don't know what our mission was supposed to be, or why I was sent here. If I knew, I'd do it again. This would be a good one to serialize.  I wish we could do that whenever we wanted to.

Quote from: mu on January 13, 2009, 10:55:26 PMThe chocolate is delicious! I usually don't have much taste in dreams, but this stuff tasted so good that the dream went on for several days, so I could keep getting more. There were flavors with like vanilla or cherry and stuff in it, and I could taste all the subtle varieties. It was really good. You're making me hungry mu.  Think I'll go grab a giant chocolate bar.

Quote from: Burned up on January 14, 2009, 05:35:46 PMA chav, then.

You know, I keep hearing you and Moonbeam using that word. I don't know what it means... (google...) Ah. I freaking hated the kids that dressed like that. I was more like a hippy. ("Burnout" was the term in school, as opposed to "prep.") Too stoned to break any other laws.

QuoteSounds awful. Yeah, I sure learned my lesson.

QuotePride comes before a fall? I think this was a flashback to being 2 years old or something.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 14, 2009, 07:14:27 PMI want to get to that bridge too!   OK, I'll watch it every night before bed. Seriously, I really want to go to the Japanese Bridge too.

QuoteA fate worse than death!    (Yes, that does sound like one of my dreams.) After doing it several times, I still couldn't believe it.

QuoteIsn't that so hard, to memorize things in dreams?  I've tried to do that several times, and it's just impossible for me. Actually I seemed to be memorizing it very well. It's when I started to forget my list that the dream ended. There was an almost lucid-like moment where I was like "Wow, I can't believe I'm remembering the whole list!"; as if I knew I shouldn't be able to.

Quote Exactly.

QuoteGood plan, extending the punishment. Eat more chocolate!

QuoteWhat a horrible place to get locked up in.   Cruel and unusual. It was Japanese Bridge-like, in a way, I think.

QuoteThis would be a good one to serialize.  I wish we could do that whenever we wanted to. Maybe it'll repeat. Those seem to be starting up again, right after the other day when I said they weren't.

Quote from: iadr on January 14, 2009, 08:23:21 PMYou're making me hungry mu.  Think I'll go grab a giant chocolate bar. I have one everyday. It's good for you.

I'm floating down the hallway in the middle of the night, trying to get back into my bedroom. There is a statue of a rooster on a pedestal in front of the door, blocking my entrance. I feel disoriented and I'm hallucinating a little. There's something very strange about the statue; on closer examination, it appears to be moving very slightly. Suddenly it turns and stares at me. It's somehow quite eerie and frightening, and I cry out.

(Rather than saying that this or that is a repeat, I'm going to highlight such things in Maroon.)

I'm in a strange house. Various parts of the house are like shrines for the dead, most of whom are family members and pets. The shrines are not necessarily rooms; sometimes they're under floorboards, or inside TVs. My father and his family (my uncles, aunts, and cousins) are here and walk in and out of the rooms.

The house has a very powerful energy about it; it feels very much like home, like I belong here. Although much in it has to do with the past, and the dead, they all seem to be here somehow, even though I can't see them. There is no sadness or longing, I feel content and happy to just feel them near. The exception is my father, who appears to be very much alive.

We're watching a movie of my father growing up in the 60s. He's a teenager and running around with his friends. It seems to be a life story of him growing up. Most of his friends from the movie (none of whom I know) are supposed to be dead now. They appear to be having good times in most of the scenes. The movie seems very long and has many memorable moments, including LSD trips and general hell-raising.

In one particularly disturbing scene, two of his friends are walking down the road, and my (present) dad points out that they don't have any faces. As I'm about to ask what he means, they remove their faces, which are several pieces, to reveal their skulls, which appear to have circuitry and shiny metal threads running along them. The skulls are painfully brilliant white, and the guys keep on walking, laughing, as if nothing were unusual.

There are some scenes in which my dad appears to be in a lucid dream; he's flying up and has many fingers, the landscape is very dream-like, etc. . His friends are doing it too.

In another room, upstairs, I find some loose boards in the floor. There is a light, or a presence under them, drawing me to it. I have to move some furniture and a carpet, then I pull up the boards. Underneath is a small pine coffin, very plain and unfinished. When I remove the lid I discover the body of my first dog, an intensely loyal, intelligent, and impressive looking black long-haired German Shepherd. He has been dead almost twenty years, but is remarkably well preserved, except for some unusual tan stripes, where he appears somewhat flattened. (He was not run over...) My uncle comes in and says "Oh, you found (his name); he's very happy now."

When I try to enter this one room of the house, a few of my relatives and my dad make me stop, and require me to put on this special white robe. There is a bright white light coming from this room, and it seems to be much more spacious then its walls should allow. Just from being on the edge of it, I can feel that space is somehow different inside.

They are insisting I wear the robe. I resist, but then I suddenly am naked, and for modesty's sake I put it on. They suddenly disappear, and the robe comes alive and ties itself around me. It's like a straight-jacket, and I can't move. I trip and hit my head, and lose consciousness.

When I wake up I'm in a different room. Everyone is having some kind of memorial for a guy my dad knew. Now my mom's here, and she's having an argument with them. She says something to make me mad too, and I decide not to talk to her. For a while I'm trying not to talk to her, but I keep messing up and talking to her anyway. I get tired of the arguing, and walk out of a door into a blinding light.

I am in a blindingly bright light, in seemingly empty space. I'm lucid. There is nothing but light, a sense of flying, and my thoughts. My thoughts are very quiet and distant, and I don't identify with them. For what seems like a long time, I am in an indescribably blissful state. I eventually hear some thoughts that make me want to do something else in this dream. I suddenly realize that only a few seconds have really gone by, a room begins to form in the light, I am in this room, and I wake up.

Back in the strange house. I avoided everyone and just went around enjoying the feel of the place. Nothing that's easy to describe; just that weird 'place' feeling...

That's a weird eerie dream.  It does seem like you are having that one a lot.  Is it the same strange house?

A little lucidity, that's cool.

England is just like Clockwork Orange now, evidently, swarming with all those chavs.   They even got in my dreams, coming over from Mark's.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 15, 2009, 07:17:53 PMThat's a weird eerie dream.  It does seem like you are having that one a lot.  Is it the same strange house?

A little lucidity, that's cool.

England is just like Clockwork Orange now, evidently, swarming with all those chavs.   They even got in my dreams, coming over from Mark's.

It's a different one than last time. There's lots of them. I could probably think of at least 10 strange houses offhand, and most of them repeat. One feature of most of them is the weird déjà vu I get, as if I'm quite familiar with them.

It was a cool lucid, but more of a state of consciousness deal than anything happening.

Poor England.  I'd better not get them in my dreams.

Not much recall. I just remembered the end of this very long, involved dream. A vast field with woods at the end of it. There are some primitive shelters in the field. Someone says it's good that they're there; we could use them just in case?  Something's going on in the field... we're being invaded by aliens? hyper-dimensional beings? The field is some kind of refuge and power source? It seemed interesting...

I need to get water for this woman that only drinks spring water. I have an empty milk gallon. There are various sources of water: a sink, a pipe, a drainpipe, toilet... Every time I fill the jug, thinking for sure it will be spring water this time. Alas, it is not. So complicated...

Quote from: mu on January 15, 2009, 10:55:39 PM Poor England.  I'd better not get them in my dreams. If Mark comes back to dreaming, that's where most of the chav action was.

QuoteNot much recall. I just remembered the end of this very long, involved dream. A vast field with woods at the end of it. There are some primitive shelters in the field. Someone says it's good that they're there; we could use them just in case?  Something's going on in the field... we're being invaded by aliens? hyper-dimensional beings? The field is some kind of refuge and power source? It seemed interesting... Sigh...such a bummer to not remember those, but I guess we should be used to it by now.

QuoteI need to get water for this woman that only drinks spring water. I have an empty milk gallon. There are various sources of water: a sink, a pipe, a drainpipe, toilet... Every time I fill the jug, thinking for sure it will be spring water this time. Alas, it is not. So complicated... So picky, you mean!  Has to have spring water.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 16, 2009, 08:20:11 PMSigh...such a bummer to not remember those, but I guess we should be used to it by now. I shouldn't complain. I usually don't remember anything about the epic dreams.

QuoteSo picky, you mean!  Has to have spring water.

Why do my dreams keep making me sing? I don't want to sing, and it's not funny anymore. Whatever; at least I don't have to write "No recall" because I remember the singing part.

I walking with this woman and some dopey guy that keeps making sounds, like he's got some kind of condition. He goes into some spasm that sounds like the "Bomp bomp bomp..." at the beginning of I Feel Free. Noticing this, I begin to hum the other part.    The woman thinks this is very funny. I sing the rest of the song. So much fun... The song was in some other dream I had here...

You got me started watching a bunch of Cream videos....

Wait, I need to watch something up high on youtube!  Thanks for reminding me.

(At least the song helps you remember the dream.  )

Quote from: mu on January 15, 2009, 10:55:39 PMI need to get water for this woman that only drinks spring water. I have an empty milk gallon. There are various sources of water: a sink, a pipe, a drainpipe, toilet... Every time I fill the jug, thinking for sure it will be spring water this time. Alas, it is not. So complicated... Just make sure you don't get it out of one of those sinks that I've used.

Quote from: mu on January 16, 2009, 11:02:12 PMWhy do my dreams keep making me sing? I don't want to sing, and it's not funny anymore. Whatever; at least I don't have to write "No recall" because I remember the singing part.

I walking with this woman and some dopey guy that keeps making sounds, like he's got some kind of condition. He goes into some spasm that sounds like the "Bomp bomp bomp..." at the beginning of I Feel Free. Noticing this, I begin to hum the other part.    The woman thinks this is very funny. I sing the rest of the song. So much fun... The song was in some other dream I had here...

The title of the song seems to give a clue, perhaps.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 16, 2009, 11:45:13 PMYou got me started watching a bunch of Cream videos....

Wait, I need to watch something up high on youtube!  Thanks for reminding me.

(At least the song helps you remember the dream.  ) We need a sniffling, I'm OK, feel better smiley to go with that one.

Sorry about that. I know, sometimes when I dream a song and look for the link, I start watching all these videos too. Then I remember I'm supposed to be typing my dream. I can't continue to let my dreams get distracted by this kind of nonsense.

Quote from: iadr on January 17, 2009, 07:05:14 AMJust make sure you don't get it out of one of those sinks that I've used. I thought of that when I was posting it. But that woman... surely one of them must have been spring water, right? 97 different sources of water; what are the odds of that? What?! Spring water doesn't come from places other than springs?! I don't believe you. Oh wait, you didn't say that, sorry. What was I talking about?

Quote from: Burned up on January 17, 2009, 04:56:18 PMThe title of the song seems to give a clue, perhaps. On closer inspection, the lyrics remind me of lucidity (but then, all lyrics do anymore):

I can walk down the street, theres no one there Though the pavements are one huge crowd. I can drive down the road; my eyes dont see, Though my mind wants to cry out loud.

I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

Don't tell me it's a stretch, because it's not.

No recall.

Quote from: mu on January 17, 2009, 09:47:01 PM Quote from: Burned up on January 17, 2009, 04:56:18 PMThe title of the song seems to give a clue, perhaps. On closer inspection, the lyrics remind me of lucidity (but then, all lyrics do anymore):

I can walk down the street, theres no one there Though the pavements are one huge crowd. I can drive down the road; my eyes dont see, Though my mind wants to cry out loud.

I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

Don't tell me it's a stretch, because it's not.

Sounds just like a dream, yes, and sometimes I wonder how many song lyrics are inspired by actual dreams.

QuoteNo recall.

Quote from: mu on January 17, 2009, 09:47:01 PMOn closer inspection, the lyrics remind me of lucidity (but then, all lyrics do anymore):

I can walk down the street, theres no one there Though the pavements are one huge crowd. I can drive down the road; my eyes dont see, Though my mind wants to cry out loud.

I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

Don't tell me it's a stretch, because it's not. Oh no, I totally thought that too.  I thought that's why it came up in your dream.

Quote from: mu on January 16, 2009, 11:02:12 PMWhy do my dreams keep making me sing? I don't want to sing Sounds like you were born to be a star mu.

Quote from: Burned up on January 18, 2009, 12:03:45 PMSounds just like a dream, yes, and sometimes I wonder how many song lyrics are inspired by actual dreams. If not inspired directly by them, perhaps both are inspired in a similar way?

Quote Thanks man.

Quote from: Moonbeam on January 18, 2009, 01:55:15 PMOh no, I totally thought that too.  I thought that's why it came up in your dream. I'm not insane then. Most of the songs that came up were somehow relevant, and most did mention dreams.

Quote from: iadr on January 18, 2009, 05:29:09 PMSounds like you were born to be a star mu. It must be that same thing that makes people want to sing in the shower, or something.

Crazy, delirious dreams about being sick that turned out to be true. I was being forced to eat all kinds of disgusting foods, like Spoiler for   pizza soaked in coffee  , that made me want to puke. I woke up in agreement with this notion.

Tons of false awakenings, each time recording details in my DJ which had diminished due to the previous episode. I believe that the number of remembered details varied inversely as the number of FAs.

I am absolutely certain that I was lucid very early in the night. I believe it was quite lengthy. It seemed to involve using my lucidity to manipulate objects, more than anything else. A growing number of DCs became impressed with my talents.

I need to somehow tap into these early lucids; it's very hard for me to remember dreams from early in the night. I'm convinced that I'm probably having at least 3 or 4 lucids per week at that time.

I need to go to sleep early tonight; I'm too tired to read or post much...