Post by WastedSpace on Jun 15, 2017 15:30:09 GMT -5
I have trouble naming things.
Ever since I was a small child, I've had very vivid, colorful, intense, lengthy, painful, and/or pleasurable dreams. As well as lucid dreams and what might have been out-of-body experiences. I feel no sense of control during these experiences, but I am fully aware of their nature. Usually I freak out and return to "reality".
I fall quickly into REM sleep, but I am a very light sleeper. Most of my out-of-body experiences are when something startles me awake. My consciousness snaps back into my body from another reality, and either 1: My body slowly wakes while my mind is disoriented, 2: I experience sleep paralysis while my mind and eyes are awake, or 3: My mind just skips over my sleeping body and floats through the house. The first option is always preferred.
When I dream, I'll live for days or even months at a time in a different reality, sometimes several week-long lives in only 6 hours of sleep. The people in my dreams look and feel very similar to my real family, yet they're different enough to be different people. I form bonds with them but wake up guilty for betraying my real family. Then again, I'm not really me in a lot of those dreams.
All of my dreams are in color. I can look in mirrors, count my fingers, and tell time on a clock just fine. Depending on what kind of clock it is. If you pinch me in a dream, I can feel it. If you beat me, burn me, cut me, or stab me, I can feel it. But just like in waking life, I can easily ignore or enjoy most physical pain. How can I tell my dreams from "reality"....?
Between more epic, important, intense, or vivid dreams, I often pass through a "road between dreams". Possibly influenced by the forest between dreams in The Magician's Nephew. Some things change, but some things always stay the same. The road itself is a dusty dirt road, fairly straight and wide. There are no cars and rarely any plants or animals. The weather is always either one of two extremes: an eerie lifeless drought, hot and bright like a desert, the sun giving everything a washed out or fiery orange glow, or the tense air of a thunderstorm, more wind and lightning than rain, the sky above a sickly gray. Occasionally it might just be a dark cold night.
At the end of the road is a lake. By the lake, there is a shack. Sometimes the inside of the shack is on fire like a red-hot oven with few flames. Once, there were some turnips growing outside the shed, and there is usually a pier or dock on the lake. This makes sense, because I lived by a lake between the age of 3 and 8. But this road between dreams is not like any home I have ever known. Only bits and pieces of thoughts, fears, and memories.
Other buildings often line the road, between 4 and 9 shape-shifting houses and small shops. The insides, just like most other houses in my dreams, are fusions of the many places I've slept throughout my life. It doesn't take long for somewhere to make an imprint on my mind. Sometimes the houses lead me to different whole worlds, sometimes other paths along the road lead me to dreams, and sometimes an important or intense dream will happen in this in-between world itself.
This thread will be mostly random thoughts and feelings, including dreams or memories that might be disturbing to some readers. I thought I might get carried away and ramble more, but typing this was draining in a way, so I think I might eat some ice cream and post a few lighter rambles. Lighter, not softer. Peace out.
Ever since I was a small child, I've had very vivid, colorful, intense, lengthy, painful, and/or pleasurable dreams. As well as lucid dreams and what might have been out-of-body experiences. I feel no sense of control during these experiences, but I am fully aware of their nature. Usually I freak out and return to "reality".
I fall quickly into REM sleep, but I am a very light sleeper. Most of my out-of-body experiences are when something startles me awake. My consciousness snaps back into my body from another reality, and either 1: My body slowly wakes while my mind is disoriented, 2: I experience sleep paralysis while my mind and eyes are awake, or 3: My mind just skips over my sleeping body and floats through the house. The first option is always preferred.
When I dream, I'll live for days or even months at a time in a different reality, sometimes several week-long lives in only 6 hours of sleep. The people in my dreams look and feel very similar to my real family, yet they're different enough to be different people. I form bonds with them but wake up guilty for betraying my real family. Then again, I'm not really me in a lot of those dreams.
All of my dreams are in color. I can look in mirrors, count my fingers, and tell time on a clock just fine. Depending on what kind of clock it is. If you pinch me in a dream, I can feel it. If you beat me, burn me, cut me, or stab me, I can feel it. But just like in waking life, I can easily ignore or enjoy most physical pain. How can I tell my dreams from "reality"....?
Between more epic, important, intense, or vivid dreams, I often pass through a "road between dreams". Possibly influenced by the forest between dreams in The Magician's Nephew. Some things change, but some things always stay the same. The road itself is a dusty dirt road, fairly straight and wide. There are no cars and rarely any plants or animals. The weather is always either one of two extremes: an eerie lifeless drought, hot and bright like a desert, the sun giving everything a washed out or fiery orange glow, or the tense air of a thunderstorm, more wind and lightning than rain, the sky above a sickly gray. Occasionally it might just be a dark cold night.
At the end of the road is a lake. By the lake, there is a shack. Sometimes the inside of the shack is on fire like a red-hot oven with few flames. Once, there were some turnips growing outside the shed, and there is usually a pier or dock on the lake. This makes sense, because I lived by a lake between the age of 3 and 8. But this road between dreams is not like any home I have ever known. Only bits and pieces of thoughts, fears, and memories.
Other buildings often line the road, between 4 and 9 shape-shifting houses and small shops. The insides, just like most other houses in my dreams, are fusions of the many places I've slept throughout my life. It doesn't take long for somewhere to make an imprint on my mind. Sometimes the houses lead me to different whole worlds, sometimes other paths along the road lead me to dreams, and sometimes an important or intense dream will happen in this in-between world itself.
This thread will be mostly random thoughts and feelings, including dreams or memories that might be disturbing to some readers. I thought I might get carried away and ramble more, but typing this was draining in a way, so I think I might eat some ice cream and post a few lighter rambles. Lighter, not softer. Peace out.