Dreams You Remember After Waking Up
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vodkazvictim
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I was outside the Junction nightclub in Cambridge when this guy tried to pick a fight with me. I tried to get away but running would have left my (female) mate alone with him.
I tried to put him down by pushing him onto his back, but (drunk or under drugs' influence) he kept getting back up, even when I kicked him when he was down and stamped on his face.
Eventually I snapped, pulled a blade (It's illegal, but I carry one; anybody who assaults me with a knife is also disobeying the law and why should I lack an edge?) and stabbed him in the side of the head.
No matter how long or hard I stabbed he just wouldn't die. It was like I couldn't get the knife through his skull, not even the soft bone of the temple. He was moaning and groaning like a zombie from a cheap film.
In the end I ended up just running away (not sure where my mate had dissapeared to). Fucker wouldn't die no matter how many times I stabbed him in the head. Not sure why I didn't put the blade thru his eye or slit his throat.
I tried to put him down by pushing him onto his back, but (drunk or under drugs' influence) he kept getting back up, even when I kicked him when he was down and stamped on his face.
Eventually I snapped, pulled a blade (It's illegal, but I carry one; anybody who assaults me with a knife is also disobeying the law and why should I lack an edge?) and stabbed him in the side of the head.
No matter how long or hard I stabbed he just wouldn't die. It was like I couldn't get the knife through his skull, not even the soft bone of the temple. He was moaning and groaning like a zombie from a cheap film.
In the end I ended up just running away (not sure where my mate had dissapeared to). Fucker wouldn't die no matter how many times I stabbed him in the head. Not sure why I didn't put the blade thru his eye or slit his throat.
I can remember a lot of my dreams that I have. I've never really had a problem with remembering them. I can even remember as far back as me saying my first word when I was young. I can't remember every single second that's passed in my life. But I can remember a hell of a lot of my life (and dreams) I can still to this very moment picture in my mind me on my second birthday and like again when I was four years old as well. Memory of the past and of dreams is no problem. These days though I have trouble remembering that I have food cooking in the oven.... due to video game addiction so the food is cremated from time to time. And I've not had any recent dreams maybe tonight or tomorrow I will.
I remember one time I was dreaming that I cut the tip of my finger off. And yet there was no blood going everywhere like there should have been. Thats dreams for you I guess. Then after I sliced the top off I could look down under the skin of the whole finger. All the goo and stuff was visable. I think this can be attributed to all the horror movies I watch with all that gore to be found in them.
I remember one time I was dreaming that I cut the tip of my finger off. And yet there was no blood going everywhere like there should have been. Thats dreams for you I guess. Then after I sliced the top off I could look down under the skin of the whole finger. All the goo and stuff was visable. I think this can be attributed to all the horror movies I watch with all that gore to be found in them.
Hondarobot
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There's some pretty wild dreams in this thread. I don't have nightmares, although I have had a few dreams that are a little freaky. Fortunately I learned a trick years ago that's used in attempting "Lucid Dreaming".
If possible, during the dream, look at your hands. Supposedly some people have been able to use this method to actually take control of the dream sequence.
I've only been able to use the trick to instantly wake myself up. It's come in handy in getting out of being stuck on a creaky rope bridge over a bottomless canyon, though, among other things. I'm not sure why looking at your hands apparently triggers some brain mechanism, but it honestly has worked for me.
If possible, during the dream, look at your hands. Supposedly some people have been able to use this method to actually take control of the dream sequence.
I've only been able to use the trick to instantly wake myself up. It's come in handy in getting out of being stuck on a creaky rope bridge over a bottomless canyon, though, among other things. I'm not sure why looking at your hands apparently triggers some brain mechanism, but it honestly has worked for me.
DR. B
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I doubt anything works for you, Sam. You've obviously watch too much Nightmare on Elm Strret: the Dream Master LOL!! Look bro, you aint got to lie to kick, LOL@U!!!
dirtylittleholly
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I used to always have dreams that someone was trying to kill me and when I tried to run, I ran really slow and whenever I tried to yell "help!" nothing would come out... haven't had one of those in a while tho.
dirtylittleholly
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Also, pretty much whenever I fall asleep flat on my back I have nightmares. I think that I might have a hard time breathing when I sleep like that because I usually have this really realistic dream where I'm sleeping wherever I actually am sleeping and I try in my dream to move and I can't because it feels like something's pushing down on my chest and my mind in real life knows that I'm dreaming and I try to scream and move around to wake myself up... I usually wake up making some kind of loud noise or flailing my arms around.
That's called sleep paralysis.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis
I remember that happening to me once as a kid.
I usually remember my dreams when Im working the next day well sometimes but last night I had a dream that I was having sex with this fine ass 18 year old, it felt so real like I could smell her, feel her, everything! The detail was so intense I swear it was like real as it gets, I could even feel the warmth and her juicy wet all on me, I was like Oh Hell Yeah! and kept going till we both came, after we finished we got up to clean ourselves & shower but when I went to the restroom I looked in the mirror and my reflection was Dave Grohl and I began to sing One of these days. WTF??? When I woke up I was like that was either one of the best dreams ive ever had or maybe im going insane!
dirtylittleholly
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I'm glad I read that... now I know I'm not crazy lol
i hardly ever remember my dreams...i also sleep abnormally hard :dunno:
dirtylittleholly
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I had a dream this morning that I was at the gym working out my abs. I woke-up in the middle of the dream and because of how I was laying, my abs were killing me. Funny how the mind works...
Speaking of The Walking Dead on another thread, a couple days ago I dreamt I was watching (or living as Rick) an unrated version of The Walking Dead, with scenes from what was going on in the hospital when Rick woke up, that there were zombies trapped in there in other rooms and they somehow detected his waking up and were getting a bit worked up about it, snarling and growling, trying to get out from the rooms they were trapped in, plus Rick running into zombified animals (Resident Evil style dogs) and having to escape from them. Then later on Andrea and Shane getting caught in a zombie swarm (like the one that made Rick go inside a tank in the very first episode, season one) and having to shoot and fight their way out. Yup, I think The Walking Dead in my dreams is a bit more action packed and gorier than the one on TV.
Now, I got a question, was that a nightmare? :dunno:
Now, I got a question, was that a nightmare? :dunno:
Facetious
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The only time I remember my dreams these days is when after waking up after a rare daytime nap, other than that it's total no recall.
Bummer, I used to be able to control the direction of my nighttime dreams too... I'd sometimes be able to get up and chug a beer or a glass of water and hurry back to bed so I might be lucky enough to quickly fall back asleep and return to my dream where it left off.
Bummer, I used to be able to control the direction of my nighttime dreams too... I'd sometimes be able to get up and chug a beer or a glass of water and hurry back to bed so I might be lucky enough to quickly fall back asleep and return to my dream where it left off.
Facetious
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I've had about four of those types of dreams in my life where I'll be laying flat on my back just minutes after getting into bed and all of the sudden my ears start ringing, my breathing seems to be restricted and I cannot move any part of my body except for head as I try desperately to get a look at whatever entity has come to kill me, it's horrifying! Unfortunately I was all by myself each of the four times this has happened to me, I would have loved to hear how my body was reacting during this chaos.
Here's an old nightmare that I remember.
I was in the bathroom, facing a mirror. It reflected the back of my skull. A U-shaped bone that was about as thick as a finger and as long as my forearm had grown out of the back of my head, starting from around where the occipital and parietal bones meet. It was covered with skin, veins and hair. I reached back with my hand and felt it there too. The bone was pointing downward in such a way that when I tilted my head upwards, I could feel the tip of the bone hitting my back. It was also somewhat loose. I could feel it moving around a bit as I turned and tilted my head. As if that weren't enough, my skin looked extremely unhealthy and was shedding off in large yellow flecks, along with most of my hair, except the exceptionally think beard-like hair that was growing from that skin-covered extra bone. Those were stuck really tight to that mutated abomination.
After examining it for a while, I started looking for some heavy-duty garden loppers to cut the bone off. I don't think I got to that point before before waking up.
I was in the bathroom, facing a mirror. It reflected the back of my skull. A U-shaped bone that was about as thick as a finger and as long as my forearm had grown out of the back of my head, starting from around where the occipital and parietal bones meet. It was covered with skin, veins and hair. I reached back with my hand and felt it there too. The bone was pointing downward in such a way that when I tilted my head upwards, I could feel the tip of the bone hitting my back. It was also somewhat loose. I could feel it moving around a bit as I turned and tilted my head. As if that weren't enough, my skin looked extremely unhealthy and was shedding off in large yellow flecks, along with most of my hair, except the exceptionally think beard-like hair that was growing from that skin-covered extra bone. Those were stuck really tight to that mutated abomination.
After examining it for a while, I started looking for some heavy-duty garden loppers to cut the bone off. I don't think I got to that point before before waking up.
