As the title says…
I have dreams that are crazy realistic. I mean feelings of hot, cold, fear, happiness, pain.
More on that, I die in my dreams a lot. I am the only person I know who has actually died in their dreams, much less has it happen about once a month. Does anyone else have this problem?
There are times when it is kinda cool, and it gives me something to think about during the day…but I figured I would ask the doper crowd…
Anyone else have strikingly realistic dreams? if so how? and name some of your most interesting!
I don’t totally know where I was but I know that I was in a crowd with a lot of people. All of us are in a small-ish room and are being robbed at gunpoint by someone I knew. He kept saying “give me the money” and I kept trying to talk him out of it. The dream eventually ended by us shouting and him pointing the gun right at me. I grabbed the gun to pull it away and I said “What are ya gonna do, shoot me?” then BANG (small pause) “You did…”
Dream two: I am trying to recover something while people are shooting arrows at me. I hide behind a fence so that I don’t get hit, then THWIP it lands right in my neck, and I fall to the ground.
In both cases when I got shot I feel a concentrated pain in the area I am hit, I quickly inhale (like a short gasp) and I feel really numb/tingly over the rest of my body, and then I wake up being numb/paralyzed for a little bit.
I thought this thread was going to be about people who instead of aspiring to be movie stars and world leaders, have dreams of getting into mid-level management for a moderately successful retail chain.
The dying during dreams thing is always interesting. Generally, I wake myself up right before, or I wake up right after, or have superpowers and survive. Or become a ghost. I don’t really experience pain or extreme cold/heat, though. And I often suffer from an inability to actually eat in dreams - I can’t swallow the food. I’m not sure why.
As it happens, though, my real life aspirations are thoroughly mundane. Job as some sort of medical technician, marriage, kids, a house of my own if I’m lucky. Self-sufficiency will do.
I used to die in my dreams all the time. Usually from tornadoes, but also from car wrecks, gun shots, falling elevators, what have you. It was such a realistic and unsettling experience, I would go from fear to acceptance and then everything would fade to black. Then two beats of darkness and I would wake up, stunned to discover I was still alive (and very grateful.) This happened every night when I was a teenager. I still have tornado dreams, but they rarely kill me anymore–I evade them by hiding or driving away. My dreams have improved steadily along with my mental health, but they used to be really nasty, vivid, and frequent.
Sure. Flip and I will be walking through a garden to go visit the Princess and all the plants will jump out of the ground and attack us. And then I fall out of bed.
Oh, yep, lots. My dreams are as vivid as my waking life, complex and populated with fully real people/characters, and often have real death scenarios as well. My dreams are always seeming as real as waking life, fully fleshed out, complex worlds.
I hear you on that… I remember vividly a time when I was young and had a dream I was shot. I was at a house of a friend’s near a campfire at night. Someone came running across a field shooting something like an AK-47 randomly… I remember seeing the muzzle flash waving everywhere. I got hit in the chest… Dead center.
I woke up and my chest was most definitely numb… I was laying on my back and couldn’t find any sort of thing (cat laying on me or something similar) that could’ve done such a thing.
And along the lines of Lucid Dreaming I have not had a full blown one, but like in a videogame where you die or mess up at something and can just go back to a save point… Recently I was in a sort of Jurassic Park disaster and had to go through some sort of tunnel like maze and popped up next to a very realistic HUGE dino that didn’t notice me but soon would… I couldn’t go back for some reason so had to run kinda alongside it then follow the trail away through all the very thick brush. Several times I just thought “oh, I don’t like how this is going” and mentally hit restart and tried it different ways.
A friend of mine who has described methods to have lucid dreams to me decided to start to tell me in detail what a sexual lucid dream was like. I quickly changed subject as I just found it a bit disturbing for him to describe what he’s doing in his bed while alone…
I have the problem of having very short dreams about things like having waved hello to someone I havn’t seen in a week or so, cleaning up something like the sink, writing an e-mail, or something else mundane.
Sometimes I confuse them with reality and can’t remember if I really had seen someone the day before (the best way is for me to think about the place and time and think back to see if I was actually there) or end up just being annoyed when a minor chore wasn’t actually done… even though I drempt myself doing the whole thing… feels like I’m doing it twice.
The coolest death (an otherwise rare event for me) was witnessing a plane crash which occurred on a hilltop about 100 feet away from me. As the fireball raced to engulf me, the only thing I could think of was “this is the coolest thing I have ever seen.” [Running would have done me no good, what else am I to do?] It was hyperrealistic too-vivid colors, incredible detail on the smoky fireball, etc.
Most of my dreams are quite vivid and there are many mornings (or even later in the day) when something triggers a memory of the dream and I have to think if it was real or not. Only in times of illness or severe stress do I not dream (because I tend not to sleep well then).
I don’t think I’ve felt pain, but heartwrenching sadness, paralyzing fear, joy and anger-all of those are common for me.
I have the most realistic dreams when I go back to bed after waking up. Very vivid.
I had a dream I was convinced was reality, until the bizarre occurrences convinced me it was a dream. Realizing it was a dream, I tried to kiss a pretty girl in the dream. When she flinched backwards at my attempt, I thought “Oh crap, maybe it IS real.” :eek: Then I woke up. So much for my first lucid dream.
I had a vivid one last night. We were playing darts. There was a guy there named Kirt or Kirk, he looked exactly like Michael Boatman from Spin City. I remember thinking, man even *he *throws better than I do. I don’t know if I meant Kirk was a bad dart thrower, or if I have some deeply buried prejudice where I believe all black men throw darts worse than I. If the latter, it is very deeply buried because now that I’m awake I don’t have any strong feeling about the ability of any peoples for throwing darts.
I have these quite a lot, and my hubby is always amused when I tell him ‘You won’t believe the dreams I had last night.’
I also have narcolepsy so within just a few minutes of dozing off I have some really crazy dreams. I once kept swearing up and down we had to get out of the bed because there was a HUGE spider descending from the ceiling fan.
I once fainted in a mall and cracked my head off the tile floor. Didn’t bleed or anything, though that was 4 years ago and I still have a very small bump…
Well I do remember having EXTREMELY VIVID DREAMS. Enough so that when I woke up some 30 seconds later I was annoyed to have not been wherever I was in dreamland. (I’m not 100% sure how long it took… but I estimated based on the number of people that had come over to… I shit you not… Stand and look). I had no idea where I was for a few seconds then it all came back to me.
All I remember is the color red, lots of texture and movement, something like moving VERY quickly over VERY big objects, like flying over things you know are the size of mountains. Oh, and right when I woke up I remember having the feeling like those dreams had gone on for several hours even though it was just a few seconds.
All you lucky vivid dreamers… I dream rarely, and when I dream, I can’t recognize people, places or any details. The dreams are more like different concepts, a story being presented, a book together with imagined imagery presented at the same distance that reading a book would put you from a story. Yet it’s me there, but not as vivid as in real life. For example, there can be friends but they are unnamed and generic with no specifics.
They can still be enjoyable and nice, but never scary due to the distance, even though the scenarios would be terrifying in real life. Of course, they always end right before something interesting or nice is about to happen.