[The Beast1]

(09-27-2016 09:43 AM)iRONIN Wrote:  

I dreamed last night I was at the Intercontinental hotel bar when a beautiful brunette sat next to me. We started chatting, had a drinks, and went upstairs to have an amazing night of passionate love making. She screamed my name in ecstasy before passing the best climax she'd ever had. I woke up this morning in a Motel 6 next to a fat girl with bad teeth. What does this mean?

It means you're a low post troll who should try better next time.

[iRONIN]

In my early 20's I dreamed about winning the lottery. It was very detailed, including standing in the press conference, holding the ceremonial check, cameras flashing, and shaking hands. I woke up excited and started getting dressed to go to the bank to make a large withdrawal. My mind and heart was racing. It took about 5 minutes to realize it wasn't real. I felt physically ill, and laid back down, refusing to answer the phone and was late for work. When finally showing up, my coworkers were deeply concerned from me being tardy and quiet. They thought the worst, like someone in my family passed, or was diagnosed with cancer. I felt foolish when finally spilling the beans. Everyone had a laugh at my expense, but felt bad and took me out for dinner and picked up the tab. That was the first and only dream I awoke thinking was real, and buying a lottery ticket is always is always a reminder.

[Foolsgo1d]

Had 3 tidal wave dreams past in the past 30 or so days. Nothing around survives. Pretty real too.

[MKDAWUSS]

I usually don't pay much attention to these sorts of things (a few have stood out over the years, including 1 a little over 10 years ago that almost led to something), but...


So we're at church on Sunday (and for some reason I'm in the gathering space that's just outside the place of worship), and about halfway through my cousin shows up and wants to leave because it was that bad. So we go outside for a bit (we can't exactly *leave* leave, as our grandfather is in the choir), but we don't stay out too long as the weather is about to turn ugly. I go to the bathroom and then we're both off to what's essentially the church's reception area, where the roof is missing (for some unexplained reason, and it wasn't due to the weather) yet now the sun is coming back out. A few people are setting up for "coffee and donuts" which is about to happen in a few minutes at this point. My cousin starts drawing a logo for the next governor (I don't know who, as it wasn't who the next governor is actually going to be), and then after all that, someone who I know only on a name-and-face basis shows up (and this was someone I haven't seen in over 10 years), and as that conversation (about I don't know what anymore) starts, I realize I overslept (I'm not late to anything, BTW) and it's 10 AM. I'm now left wondering what the heck that was about, why my cousin found church boring enough to want to leave (she's 18 and has sat through them before), why the hell the roof was missing, and why Miss Name-And-Face makes an appearance at the end (I barely know her, I don't think she knows or remembers me)...

[Andy_B]

You ever experience sleep paralysis?

This dream was basically like halfway between sleep paralysis and a regular dream.

It started off with me just lying in my bed, but there's this vague sense of unease and I can hear noises in the room.

Eventually I ascertain that the noises are my roommate banging his GF. Next, I 'wake up' (not really, just in the dream). My roommate is at my bedside, telling me that I'm not in my apartment anymore, and I look around, and sure enough it's a different apartment. The layout is different.

Then my roommate opens a door, and there's 3 naked guys in a bathtub together. On closer inspection, these guys are all hideously deformed. Most just moderate facial deformities, but some really badly, like one guy had 5 heads.

Eventually this turns into a scene in a sauna where I'm walking around all these naked deformed guys and I'm really creeped out.

Next the dream goes to a scene where I'm in this mansion. I don't remember much about what happened here, but I think the deformed people were still present in the dream.

Next I'm at my roommate's GF's apartment. Everybody is doing coke, and my roommate's GF offers me some.

Next, I'm back in my old hometown walking around with my best friend. I look at his face and he has white under his nose, like people sometimes have when they're doing a lot of coke. Eventually a coke dealer approaches me and offers me some coke, and starts chasing me when I say no.

The weird thing about this dream is, almost everything in it has meaning:

Shit with my roommate/changing rooms: anxiety about having to move out in November.

Deformed men: I obsess over my looks a lot, have a moderate deformity of the hands.

Old best friend: I'm seeing this guy next week, for the first time in like 5 years.

Cocaine: I have longstanding substance abuse issues, and had a problem with coke for a while.

Fuck bros, I think my brain is trying to tell me to majorly get my shit together.

[PainPositive]

(09-25-2016 04:16 PM)Roosh Wrote:  

(09-25-2016 02:06 PM)PainPositive Wrote:  

I'm in Afghanistan on a patrol. We are in a firefight. I'm looking to my left and to my right, I see everyone in my platoon is on line and behind cover. I look to my best friend and he has a blank expression on his face. He stands up slowly from behind his cover. I scream for him to get down. His head explodes. I look to my teammates they all have the same blank expression my friend had. They stand one by one and are shot in the head. I'm screaming and yelling but they don't hear me. My voice is muffled. I watch them all die one at a time. I'm begging and I'm crying. "I love you" someone says. I thought it was me but I'm not sure. They are all dead but their eyes are open and they are looking at me. Sgt. Sanchez stares at me. I'm alone now but I see a mountain. I start to climb. With each step I get smaller and younger My rifle is heavy my boots don't fit. My helmet is too big. My uniform is huge. I'm about eight years old. I reach the top of the mountain or hill and my father is there. He has a yellow hardhat and a tool belt on. He's working. I start yelling at him that it's all his fault my friends died. He looks up at me and points to something. Sometimes he laughs.

I used to have this dream a lot now it's only once or twice a year.

You feel a sense of helplessness for not being able to help those closest to you. You may have doubts about an event in the past where you wonder if you could have done more to help someone who was hurt or killed. The mountain scene is your mind's effort at relieving personal guilt and trying to place it someone else, in this case your father, whose guidance or instruction may have led to a certain path.

You sound like you're well read on this subject; it seems accurate. How do you know this or where do you get your analysis from?

[sterling_archer]

Great thread!

I have experience in this sort of stuff, so here is my take on this. I advise people here to stop bothering themselves with dream interpretation and instead concentrate exclusively on making all dreams lucid.
Lucid dreaming is important method of exploration of subconsciousness and has been done from the antiquity in various cultures throughout the world. Dream interpretation is just a shade compared to this knowledge.
Also, there is old advice stemming from oneironaut (lucid dreamers) community and that is "don't talk about your dreams". Like fight club, you don't talk about them to others. Dreams are part of you (also of collective) but every experience is only for you alone, with you as the focal point of understanding them. No others should interpret your dreams.

That being said, if there are guys here interested in lucid dreaming; how to achieve lucidity and what dreams actually are, I could create new thread.

[Ringo]

(10-05-2016 11:13 AM)sterling_archer Wrote:  

That being said, if there are guys here interested in lucid dreaming; how to achieve lucidity and what dreams actually are, I could create new thread.

thread-22499.html

[sterling_archer]

Uhh... two years old thread, I don't know should I bump it.

[Ringo]

(10-05-2016 11:31 AM)sterling_archer Wrote:  

Uhh... two years old thread, I don't know should I bump it.

Best to bump the thread than to have multiple threads with the same subject.

[Elster]

Here's one:
For the last few weeks dream usually involve a zombie + cybernetic surveillance sort of setting.
Im usually dodging and crawling and guding around and escaping through any shelter I xan find and get uneasy when in company of otjer people who for some reason wold rather afapt and live with the idea that the zombies could rain on in any time.or that a camera can spit you and decide to send a RC truck to run you over .

In the last time I was in such a dream there was a garage birthday party for kids, the parents outside smoking cigarettes with their weapons ready and leaning bg against their home made armor plated cars.
I couldn't take it anymore, walked upwards the riverstream towards the mountain where for some reason Norway was supposed to be with the intent of hijacking a small boat and escape towards warmer oceans.
The people were so very nice and receptive and I briefly considered weathering it even during the dark winter months but then I felt an even greater obligation to escape down the same river stream and unto the sea. So I did nit without certain regret.
Once I got the boat and went down the stream I entered a sort of video game mod where I tried different ways /instances of piloting the thing until I finally got it right and unto warmer waters...
Woke up then.

Edit :
*Adendum*
I do achieve lucid dreaming many times but I become incredibly anxious to wake up as I realize my physical is immobile and vulnerable.
Often it involves waking up within dreams which makes me terribly unsure when I finally make it to the "conscious" realm.

[sterling_archer]

As I said my advice is to pursue lucid dreaming completely, if you had lots of them, it could get easier for you then for someone who just started. I know I had to practice a lot (probably more than others) and still I got them rarely. But when I do, I make sure to use them as best I can.

[Rush87]

Wow, you guys seem to have some crazy dreams. I've actually never had a dream. Not one. Perhaps I have, but certainly none that I can remember.

[sterling_archer]

Everybody has from 5 to 7 dreams a night, you just don't remember them. And here is good reason. I am almost 100% sure you wake up some time after the REM (rapid eye movement) phase has ended. Because of that dreams cannot be stored properly in your short term memory.
You can easily fix this problem. There are REM phases diagrams on internet, look them up and adjust time when you lay in bed and alarm according to them.

[HighSpeed_LowDrag]

(10-04-2016 05:04 PM)PainPositive Wrote:  

(09-25-2016 04:16 PM)Roosh Wrote:  

(09-25-2016 02:06 PM)PainPositive Wrote:  

I'm in Afghanistan on a patrol. We are in a firefight. I'm looking to my left and to my right, I see everyone in my platoon is on line and behind cover. I look to my best friend and he has a blank expression on his face. He stands up slowly from behind his cover. I scream for him to get down. His head explodes. I look to my teammates they all have the same blank expression my friend had. They stand one by one and are shot in the head. I'm screaming and yelling but they don't hear me. My voice is muffled. I watch them all die one at a time. I'm begging and I'm crying. "I love you" someone says. I thought it was me but I'm not sure. They are all dead but their eyes are open and they are looking at me. Sgt. Sanchez stares at me. I'm alone now but I see a mountain. I start to climb. With each step I get smaller and younger My rifle is heavy my boots don't fit. My helmet is too big. My uniform is huge. I'm about eight years old. I reach the top of the mountain or hill and my father is there. He has a yellow hardhat and a tool belt on. He's working. I start yelling at him that it's all his fault my friends died. He looks up at me and points to something. Sometimes he laughs.

I used to have this dream a lot now it's only once or twice a year.

You feel a sense of helplessness for not being able to help those closest to you. You may have doubts about an event in the past where you wonder if you could have done more to help someone who was hurt or killed. The mountain scene is your mind's effort at relieving personal guilt and trying to place it someone else, in this case your father, whose guidance or instruction may have led to a certain path.

You sound like you're well read on this subject; it seems accurate. How do you know this or where do you get your analysis from?

What you just saw was a demonstration of cold reading. Back in the day when game was still dominated by the Mystery Method and canned routines, cold reading was a key way to increase Comfort with the target. Given Roosh's advanced level of game, it's not surprising he's skilled at it.

[RIslander]

I had a lucid dream this morning that blew me away. I get them time to time but they only last a minute or so. This one lasted for what I estimate a half hour.

I was in the living room of an apartment I rented in Budapest last year. I realized it was a dream because it was a blizzard outside and I know its October. Prefontal Cortex is up and running. Me, this hot girl from High School, and her parents. I'm trying to get the bang and her parents are cockblocking me. They leave and we're getting it on on the couch. I manage to get her clothes off and her vagina is a metal box with this plunger thing you'd see on a pinball machine.

As I pull the plunger, it pulls out another box. Then another one. Over and over. So I go back to her face, and theres a box where her mouth was. Then it starts to brighten and blind me, and I realized the dreams over and I wake up in bed.

[sterling_archer]

I don't want to resurrect Lucid Dreaming thread just for this post so I will write it here. Also its connected to all lucid dreams experiences you guys have/had.

My advice to all who have/had lucid dreams, and that advice stems from my spiritual practice of Sorceric Dreaming is following.
When you realize you are lucid, do the following exercise:

Look around you and notice things you see. After you done that, look at your hands. Your hands will have non human characteristics, such as too many or too little fingers, no fingers at all, no fists, etc.
After that look again around you and notice things you see. Things you saw when you first looked may have changed. Then look again at the hands.
REPEAT this exercise as many times needed until your hands look like your physical body counterpart and when the scenery around you stops changing.
This exercise is probably from the antique, used to make experiencing dream reality more "solid". In order to have control in the lucid dream world, you have to be solid and things around you must need to be solid. Everything other don't work.

A reference to this is famous movie Inception and how female character destroys scenery around her when she realized it was a dream. You don't want that to happen. It will not be destroyed but you will be immediately catapulted into waking state, presumably in the state of mild shock because of sudden change of reality.

[Latan]

Just made a dream, which I think shouldn't be taken litteraly and has a deeper meaning.
I'm trying to understand it, so writting it might help.

In this dream, I'm back in my parents home, but strangely my room is different : the door isn't the same.
I'm with a blonde girl, who has very long hair, laying on my back, getting a fellatio.
It's the first time with her, we never had sex before.

Suddenly the door begins to open, I quickly jump to it, put up my underwear to see who's trying to enter.
It's my dad, he's bringing me food I like, he doesn't see there's a girl inside.
We talk briefly, I thank him for the food and go back inside.

The girl doesn't seem shocked at all by the fact we were almost seen.
She looks extremely calm and sure of herself.
She desires me and is not afraid to show it.
She puts on a transparent top and looks extremely sexy in it.
Her hips are wider that most of the girls I ever slept with, but her waist/hips ratio is very feminine.

I take her in my arms from behind, and she's now quite tall, at least 1 head heigher than me.
I'm surprised, as I didn't notice this height before, still find her very attractive.
She's then the perfect model of a woman's attractiveness in my eyes, except the strange height, maybe she's even a goddess.
She has a very powerfull aura, mixing both sexuality, confidence and calm.
I'm very excited to be on the merge to have sex with such a woman, the most beautiful and feminine I ever had.

But I feel I'm about to wake up, like if my alarm was about to ring.
I try to stay inside the dream, but still wake up...very frustruted to have missed that "dream opportunity".

To better understand that dream, I'll add that I recently decided to live back with my parents, in a month.
It won't be long (a few months top), but I want to spend some time with them, as they're getting old, and won't stay on this planet eternally.
I don't plan on bringing any girl home during that period, still will have sex in other places.

I don't think this dream is about frustration, but more about the essence of feminity.
I don't put women on pedestrals, but this one was a goddess in my dream.
Something like Aphrodite.
If someone wants to share his interpretation, he'll be very welcome.
I'm puzzled about its true meaning.


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(10-09-2016 02:39 AM)sterling_archer Wrote:  

I don't want to resurrect Lucid Dreaming thread just for this post so I will write it here. Also its connected to all lucid dreams experiences you guys have/had.

My advice to all who have/had lucid dreams, and that advice stems from my spiritual practice of Sorceric Dreaming is following.
When you realize you are lucid, do the following exercise:

Look around you and notice things you see. After you done that, look at your hands. Your hands will have non human characteristics, such as too many or too little fingers, no fingers at all, no fists, etc.
After that look again around you and notice things you see. Things you saw when you first looked may have changed. Then look again at the hands.
REPEAT this exercise as many times needed until your hands look like your physical body counterpart and when the scenery around you stops changing.
This exercise is probably from the antique, used to make experiencing dream reality more "solid". In order to have control in the lucid dream world, you have to be solid and things around you must need to be solid. Everything other don't work.

A reference to this is famous movie Inception and how female character destroys scenery around her when she realized it was a dream. You don't want that to happen. It will not be destroyed but you will be immediately catapulted into waking state, presumably in the state of mild shock because of sudden change of reality.

I guess you read that practice in a book.
Was it "The Art of Dreaming", form Carlos Castaneda?

[Wrathchild]

I came home today at 5am, had a good night out celebrating a friend's birthday, had a very crazy dream, which is not unsual for me, specially when I sleep late.

I can not recall it fully but I was something like this: there was this guy who was a reporter, this female asian mma fighter and I. We were at a mma ring, lots of people cheering, I was supposed to fight the girl but something happened and the girl was gonna fight the reporter and I'd fight whoever won. Their fight did not go very well for the girl, the guy was basically torturing her, absolutely destroying her in every way possible, she was desperate but kept on fighting, eventually a blow to her head decapitated her cleanly, but he was like "oops, my bad" and put her head back on her neck and I saw her face as she struggled to breath, eyes bloodshot and gouging out of her head.

Then it was my turn to fight, but suddenly the reporter and I were not at the mma camp anymore, but instead we were by the side of a river, a stone bridge over it, a truly beautiful day, hte magins were green and blossoming. Before the fight I started saying how he was not a true reporter because he would not report what he had done to the girl and that I would avenge her, then I went on about how I was a true entrepreneur, and started talking about a Thomas Pay(i?)ne guy, then things seemed to go into the past and I was seeing this guy, Thomas Payne(or Paine) from a third person view, he was young, wearing clothes from the time of the late XVIII/early XIX century, I went on about talking how he was an entrepreneur and how he made the world better and there was something about a pen, how he invented a new kind of pen or some thing, I dont remember, I only know whatever I was talking about him, a pen had a great importance, things were truly confusing at this point and my doggo woke me up licking my face.

Some more details, the dream was 100% in english, which has happened many times before, specially during and after my time as an exchange student in the US, but it had not happened in a very long while. When I started talking about the Thomas guy, I was using words that seemed out of my vocabulary, some that I know but never use, I can not recall any except for pen quill, which I have never uttered before in my life. Also, in my mind the guy's name was Thomas Payne, but I went on to google it and it showed me Thomas Paine, one of the founding fathers, and one of the phrases associated with him is "Without the pen of the author of Common Sense, the sword of Washington would have been raised in vain."
I am well versed in history for the most part, and while I knew other founding fathers, Thomas Paine was 100% unknown for me, at least as far as I remember and I do have a very good memory.

I have some mystic beliefs about dreams that I do not take seriously for the most part, beliefs that maybe dreams can be a vision of the future or past, that the dead can speak with you through dreams, things like that. This dream seemed exceptional, maybe Thomas Paine's ghost was whispering into my ear? We will never know.

[sterling_archer]

Latan, Castaneda's teachings are basis of modern Sorceric Dreaming, also called Nagualism. It is really powerful spiritual practice and my experiences are very like the ones in early works of Castaneda (not his level though).

[Ringo]

As I mentioned on page 1 of this thread, I've been paying close attention to my dreams for years now. I really try to listen to them and to my gut feelings on things.

This past week I've had two meaningful dreams.

The first one: at some point in the dream, I was next to a grassy plateau which sloped for a few feet and ended in an abbyss. My family was around. Everyone was smiling and having a good time - we were not in danger. There was some kind of machine crossing the plateau and going over the abyss, like a ski lift. Something was falling down and I prevented it from falling. In the next moment, my little sister got her clothes stuck on the ski lift and got close to the edge of the abbyss. She freed herself but started falling down the slope. I saw it about to happen but couldn't stop it; I managed to jump and grab her hand but she slipped and fell.

I woke up from the dream and sent her a message (she's still a kid and we're living far away from one another). She replied a couple of hours later saying that was well and that the day before had been her birthday - I had completely forgotten about it. That broke my heart. I literally had to hold back tears sitting in my office desk. My eyes are watery just typing this.

Clearly I need to pay more attention to my family. Living in a different country, working a lot, studying, partying, banging girls - I inevitably spend much more time doing these than caring for my family. I'm very worried about how my little sister is growing up and I think the dream also reflects my worry about "losing" her - her love, my place in her life, losing her as a sane and decent person (I'm scared of the influences she's around). It was a good wake up call.

The other dream was last night.

I've been seeing this girl for a few weeks now. I really like her. She's beautiful, my friends like her, her friends like me. And she's awesome - most of the time. Except when she drinks. And she drinks a lot...

The dream: I'm outdoors at a party.



I'm talking to people, having fun. I look towards the crowd and see her kissing a guy. I can't believe it. I go up to them and start clapping. I say: "That's beautiful, you're a beautiful couple", in a sarcastic tone. She replies something like "Well, whatever" and dismisses me - she's clearly drunk.

The guy kissing her starts apologizing. She steps away. I'm talking to the guy, he says he didn't know she had a boyfriend. When she told him, he said he didn't want to force her to do anything, but if she was game he'd be in too - and so they kissed.

Me: Look man, I'm not mad. She's...
Guy: ...got some issues.
Me: Yeah. She's not a bad girl. But she does...
Guy: ...have an alcohol problem.

I look to the side and there's a big container (like a dumpster) filled with ice and water - it's a cooler for beer and other drinks. There's a bunch of cans floating about, some of which are empty - so the container is also half full of alcohol. A chick jumps in. People cheer.

Me (looking at the container): What the hell. That chick must be crazy.
Guy: Yup.

I turn back to the guy. Then i hear a noise. I look over - my girl has just jumped inside and is having a blast too. I wake up.

I think this dream is my subconscious trying to tell me that this chick is not going to change, that she does have a drinking problem, and that I've got some terrible disappointment waiting for me further down the road if I keep seeing her.

The guy in the dream is a mirror image of me. He does exactly what I'd do -
who cares if the chick has a boyfriend? At the same time, he apologizes - although I'd definitely bang a girl with a boyfriend, I'd feel terrible if I saw the guy emotionally crushed by it.

The guy completes my sentences. But while I try to be diplomatic about what I say, he's emphatic. And he's a product of my own mind - I think deep down I know clearly that her issues are real.

As to the ending - that's pretty obvious. I call the first girl to jump in crazy, and then my girl jumps in - she must be nuts too. And not in a good way. She's also jumping into a literal pool of alcohol, drowning herself in licquor and beer. I mean, it doesn't get clearer.

This has been messing with my head all day because I don't think there's been enough reason to break it off yet, but I'm scared of going against these visions because things never work out when I do.

[Dan Woolf]

I decided to do a sexual cleanse some time ago. No sex, no masturbation, no porn for a month. Then about 10 days in I had a dream that felt very real. I met a woman I last saw almost 10 years ago when we were working at the same place. I hadn't even seen any photos of her since then. Anyway, we meet in the dream, then suddenly we are in bed. I'm railing her from behind, then I pull her up and start kissing her neck while still thrusting. I've never had a sex dream that felt so real. Then I woke up, looked her up on social media, and yes, she looked almost exactly like in the dream, only less beautiful because she's nearing mid-30's.

I think it's perfectly normal to have sex dreams when you abstain but why her specifically? When we were working together, we never even fucked, and because she was older than me, she felt like more of a big sister to me than a target for banging. Any ideas?