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Post by Sindder Streg on Feb 3, 2016 11:38:46 GMT
Thread for dream interpretation, lucid dreaming, weird sleep states, sleep patterns and habits, and anything else related to sleeping or dreams.
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Post by Sindder Streg on Feb 9, 2016 15:45:53 GMT
I have been painstakingly recording my dreams for almost a month straight and I picked up on something last night that doesn't fall within the realm of interpretation but more so falls in the category of fun.
Sometimes in sleep I remember the dream getting strange and looking back when awake I can sense that if I was more skilled I could use those points to gain lucidity. Those points just don't match up with either the laws of physics or of memory, and something just doesn't match up. Like in the movie Inception with Leo's character is teaching Mr. Fisher to look for signs that he is in a dream and the world becomes unstable.
Last night it was like I was searching for a memory that didn't actually exist but in my dream I thought that it should have existed. I was looking for my favorite baseball bat in my bag but none that I pulled out did I remember as being my favorite. I remember in my dream this being strange. I've had other examples like this were I almost am able to say to my dream self that I am dreaming.
I might be able to leverage those points to enter into lucidity with a sigil or talisman. There are many methods and techniques to gain lucidity, yet elusively, lucid dreaming has been noted as being notoriously hard.
I'll keep you posted on my experiments.
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Post by Sindder Streg on Feb 22, 2016 15:25:02 GMT
I injured myself in my sleep Saturday night. I woke up with a sore, swollen right ankle. I told Kathleen and she asks, "who were you running away from"? I was actually running toward something. A large hill. I wanted to be the first one to unlock its secrets. Many had tried and none had succeeded. I joined their ranks. I was unsuccessful. I thought for sure I could do it. Turns out I did it wrong the first time. Then upon performing the right combination, found I was among the many. It was harder than it looked. It's secrets, locked forever.
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In an interesting enough note I originally typed "I large hill" as the 5th sentence and upon proofreading found my typo. Perhaps that's the hill I was climbing?
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Post by Sindder Streg on Mar 10, 2016 16:33:00 GMT
Many, many 'processing' dreams recently. Bits and pieces remembered throughout the day of "oh yeah, I dreamed that last night". Interesting what we have on our mind. Nothing special, just random remembrances.
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Post by Admin on Apr 1, 2016 22:57:59 GMT
Thoughts during the morning before I recalled/recorded my dream that happened 3/31/16 (several hours earlier):
I just realized that I am struggling less with uncertainty - though I am definitely experiencing that - and more with insecurity; i.e. not feeling secure in life.
I am not sure how much I remember about my life/myself before 6th grade; and I really began remembering more after I moved to Spartanburg (7th grade; or, more specifically, the summer before) - it was at this time that I started to develop loads of anxious/obsessive-compulsive habits (twitches, obsessive routines, balance of sensate experiences).
[Now to the dream - it was a doozie]
3 phases:
phase 1 - anima - cafeteria lady questioning my choice to buy 2 entrees (protection of physical health - I had a brick in my stomach because of how much I ate before I went to bed)
phase 2 - shadow (?) - I was on or associated with a baseball team of fun-loving good friends (I didn't know them) (telling me to own what I like/follow interests without shame but without obsession
phase 3 - (most impactful) - Kim and I just bought property that I somehow knew was on the side of the "Birthday Garden" (a large enclosed-by-trees garden on my maternal g-parents' estate). As we were inspecting the property (at night), we noticed a giant pit that I jokingly said looked like a grave - Kim said something like "That's freaky, don't say that." I knew somehow there was also a coffin but it didn't shock me - I also knew that Dab (my maternal great-grandfather with whom I felt pretty close to and who I really liked a lot) was in it and that Hinkey (my mother's father - the one who won't speak to us since we adopted) put him there.
The next morning (it was dawn), the oddness of the coffin occurred to me and the weirdness of Hinkey putting him there was more apparent. I began to feel like Hinkey put him there to preserve his legacy and I started to feel like there was a spirit of Dab (but not him - a ghost that was not him). I knew it wasn't true, but I also saw a black, translucent figure floating in the trees - making the images of the branches warped. Then it descended to envelope my face. I began viscerally and lewdly swearing at it in anger for troubling me. I awoke speaking gibberish.
Phase 3 of this dream leads me to believe that -because I do not remember much about myself when I lived in Camden - I may have inherited (through conditioning/implicit learning) certain things that may hinder me without my knowledge or may be untapped as a resource of health and self-knowledge. The purchasing of a new place to live being Kim and I's life change; un-buried (but also absent) presence of patriarchs may show both the potential of their insidious nature and the possibility of their availability as a source of learning and healing. The "ghost" is definitely the anxiety/self-destruction/imprisonment/uncertainty/insecurity/etc. that I feel as a result of self-ignorance and possibly the characteristic of the lack of the spiritual (non-dual/non-self) in my efforts toward well-being/understanding/fulfillment/awakening.
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Post by Sindder Streg on Apr 6, 2016 15:12:33 GMT
Sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you. Any developments on the dream and how you've interacted with it? Personality changes, more mindfulness, etc etc?
I had a dream a couple nights ago I was being attacked by an angel. I woke up with the name Samuel in my head. Go ahead and google the angel Samael. I'd never heard of him before, mind you. Never. I'll also say this does relate to the day I had that day before the dream during the night. So I find it interconnected to my practice but to dream of an angel I've never heard of before who actually exists really says something about the imagination/dreamspace and its connection with the physical world, imo.
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Post by Sindder Streg on Jun 1, 2016 19:54:23 GMT
Lately, I've been about to tell the emotional meanings of dreams as the emotional content has become more apparent. Whether this ability will remain with me or is a passing phase, a way of viewing, is unknown to me. Generally speaking, the way I experience the dream does determine how or what I record about it. They seem tied together. This new way is probably a passing phase, yet I do not wish to undermine its importance.The past few nights, I've simply recorded my dreams as 'dreams of shame and redemption' or 'dream that I'm not doing what I know I should be doing' or 'dream of loss of control', rather then sketch out the details of the dreams, 'I was walking in a school hallway', etc. It makes recording them easier but I feel there is a loss involved. The imagery can be important and certainly is interesting. Yet, see back to the 'tied together' earlier comment. I noticed this ability a few nights ago, when a recurring dream seemed to be resolved or resolving itself, and I had a clarity about the situation. I even noted "maybe I'm learning to respect myself" in my dream journal. Emotional content, clearly.
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