Unfortunately, the majority of those instances end with me suddenly bolting upright in bed accompanied by many expletives with the distinct sensation that I've missed some important deadline (I haven't). It takes a few minutes to reorientate myself.
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Unfortunately, the majority of those instances end with me suddenly bolting upright in bed accompanied by many expletives with the distinct sensation that I've missed some important deadline (I haven't). It takes a few minutes to reorientate myself.
See.... a Borg alcove would solve the disorientation and sense of panic on awakening.
In my recollection of the one time I've experienced it, morphine doesn't actually take the pain away; it allows you not to care that the pain is still there.
I just realized it's been over ten years since my appendectomy. My surgeon scolded me for delaying coming to the hospital. I had been decaying in their waiting room for 12 hours before I was admitted.
I just realized it's been over ten years since my appendectomy. My surgeon scolded me for delaying coming to the hospital. I had been decaying in their waiting room for 12 hours before I was admitted.
Wish you guys had restorative sleep. I feel truly blessed that I can get there. Think I've said this before but I resolved that if you sleep for a third of your life then it was going to be good. I now suspect that you bright sparks have clever brains keeping you awake - mine has switched off 
Finally something decent I inherited from Dad he was like Homer Simpson when I was growing up (looked a bit like him too) except Dad was a touch more mean. However he could sleep just about anywhere.
Finally something decent I inherited from Dad he was like Homer Simpson when I was growing up (looked a bit like him too) except Dad was a touch more mean. However he could sleep just about anywhere.
Restorative sleep. Fascinating concept. Wish I could experience it.
I'm sorry you experienced meanness when you were growing up. I cannot express how lucky I feel to have grown up in a totally loving family. We were a little closed off from each other, emotionally and very reserved, but I had a good upbringing.
I'm sorry you experienced meanness when you were growing up. I cannot express how lucky I feel to have grown up in a totally loving family. We were a little closed off from each other, emotionally and very reserved, but I had a good upbringing.
As my brother would say - water under the bridge and he got some serious beatings as he was the boy. Dad would hit me but Lance really suffered. Sad thing is my brother is gone now and Dad is in a care facility with Parkinson's. I do have happy memories too though
Glad you have a loving family, they shape us.Do you ever re-write your dreams? Like you start to wake and the dream is an anxiety one. Can't get to the exam or the cat has escaped. Even though you know you are becoming conscious stay in the moment and give that dream a better ending. Don't over think it. Just resit the exam and pass of course
. Find the cat.
I've been suffering from nightmares all my life and from my late teens on I've been able to wake up when a dream gets too scary. A few years later I started to recognize some dreams as such.
Since it's highly unlikely that only one specimen develops such abilities, I think it plausible that this is a general feature in humans, only not everyone uses it. I presume it is an emergency feature that enables us to not go insane.
As research showed, everyone wakes up several times a night for a few seconds without remembering the fact in the morning. Maybe those people who actively alter their dreams wake up, analyze the dream, change the threatening parts and go back to sleep while I only wake up, hit a mental 'reset' and start a fresh dream
Oh, Lufthansa business class, how I love thee. 
seriousely? I find the tea not much to write home about. Good fruit juice, though, good food and more legspace than AA offers.
I take it you're already on your way home? A pity - it'd have been fun to meet IRL. But since I intend to get at least 100 years old we still have a lot of time
I take it you're already on your way home? A pity - it'd have been fun to meet IRL. But since I intend to get at least 100 years old we still have a lot of time
I'm certain I've done this, because there's also been times, when I vaguely recall waking up slightly enough to collect myself, & in fact returned to the same dream/nightmare, but it was much less out of control. Some times I'd wake up fully, but some times almost barely at all, so it's highly probable that I'd also do so in such a way as to have it not register at all.I've been suffering from nightmares all my life and from my late teens on I've been able to wake up when a dream gets too scary. A few years later I started to recognize some dreams as such.
Since it's highly unlikely that only one specimen develops such abilities, I think it plausible that this is a general feature in humans, only not everyone uses it. I presume it is an emergency feature that enables us to not go insane.
As research showed, everyone wakes up several times a night for a few seconds without remembering the fact in the morning. Maybe those people who actively alter their dreams wake up, analyze the dream, change the threatening parts and go back to sleep while I only wake up, hit a mental 'reset' and start a fresh dream
Then again, I've also potentially had dreams where I thought I woke up, but whether I actually did or not... I don't know.
I've also had dreams where I know my consciousness came into play, as in I figured out in the dream that I was dreaming, & that alters the dream. One example was I dreamt I chopped my own hand off with an axe. It was fucking terrifying, & the terror continued when I chopped my other hand off, only to realize that in order to chop the 2nd hand off, I'd have to still have the 1st one. lol.
Realizing a paradox in your dream like that does seem to make you use your conscious mind I think
^Yikes. You have to lay off the chili dogs before going to bed.
I have two types of dreams.
One is the "walk down the street with no pants and people are laughing" type, those fade quickly, and are often nearly gone when I wake.
Then there's the other type. Hyperreal, full colour, real time (no jump cuts). I've become convinced that's my mind accessing a parallel universe, and what is happening to the 'me' over there, which often bears little/no resemblance to my life here, and in these very different places I'm quite different too. They mostly seem to be places I have lived here, but the architecture and buildings are quite different, though the streets are the same. Like some kind of diverged history.
I've just woken up from my latest. I was in the Sydney suburb of Balmain, where I worked for a number of years, but all the buildings had changed, though the streets ran the same way. I was in a brand new coffee shop in an older building, and ordered just a cup of coffee to take away, and it was $28! While they made it, I took a run down to my boss's house with him in his car. It was his temporary residence in Sydney, just a weather board 2 story that had been thoroughly renovated and modernised. I waited in the car as he ran in and reappeared a few minutes later. Ladies, let me tell you about this guy, which I noticed when he got back in. He was casual, friendly, and a down to earth guy... but his suit was sharp, far sharper than anything I've seen, and the face above it made Jude Law look pudgy and Benedict Cumberbatch look dull. This guy was 100% Sharp. I was also trying to figure out why he'd employed me. He added that he'd just sent UKP1900 worth of flowers to his wife in London. We were heading back to pick up our coffee when I woke.
That's... typical. Another time, I was with my Pacific Islander gang in the NSW city of Newcastle, and we went to a closed and shut down service station, broke in and started stripping it of copper. Definitely Newcastle, but no service station at the location. Another was staking out a place for hours, just waiting and watching a house, can't even tell you if I was a cop, a crim or a jealous lover.
There's a theory that there isn't enough matter in our universe, and that atoms are flipping back and forth between universes. What if a cluster of them bring back some kind of electrical signature that can be translated into thoughts memories and experiences of some other place?
Maybe, maybe not. But the second type have a habit of becoming memories, which dreams rarely do, and I really wish I knew what was happening there.
One is the "walk down the street with no pants and people are laughing" type, those fade quickly, and are often nearly gone when I wake.
Then there's the other type. Hyperreal, full colour, real time (no jump cuts). I've become convinced that's my mind accessing a parallel universe, and what is happening to the 'me' over there, which often bears little/no resemblance to my life here, and in these very different places I'm quite different too. They mostly seem to be places I have lived here, but the architecture and buildings are quite different, though the streets are the same. Like some kind of diverged history.
I've just woken up from my latest. I was in the Sydney suburb of Balmain, where I worked for a number of years, but all the buildings had changed, though the streets ran the same way. I was in a brand new coffee shop in an older building, and ordered just a cup of coffee to take away, and it was $28! While they made it, I took a run down to my boss's house with him in his car. It was his temporary residence in Sydney, just a weather board 2 story that had been thoroughly renovated and modernised. I waited in the car as he ran in and reappeared a few minutes later. Ladies, let me tell you about this guy, which I noticed when he got back in. He was casual, friendly, and a down to earth guy... but his suit was sharp, far sharper than anything I've seen, and the face above it made Jude Law look pudgy and Benedict Cumberbatch look dull. This guy was 100% Sharp. I was also trying to figure out why he'd employed me. He added that he'd just sent UKP1900 worth of flowers to his wife in London. We were heading back to pick up our coffee when I woke.
That's... typical. Another time, I was with my Pacific Islander gang in the NSW city of Newcastle, and we went to a closed and shut down service station, broke in and started stripping it of copper. Definitely Newcastle, but no service station at the location. Another was staking out a place for hours, just waiting and watching a house, can't even tell you if I was a cop, a crim or a jealous lover.
There's a theory that there isn't enough matter in our universe, and that atoms are flipping back and forth between universes. What if a cluster of them bring back some kind of electrical signature that can be translated into thoughts memories and experiences of some other place?
Maybe, maybe not. But the second type have a habit of becoming memories, which dreams rarely do, and I really wish I knew what was happening there.
The second universe theory is intriguing but I see a problem I don't quite know how to get around:
you'll agree, I'm sure, that the prerequisite for atoms switching between both universes is that the second universe consists of the same sorts of particles than ours. However, if this second universe resembles ours so much and is close enough to constantly sawp matter, why didn't both merge yet?
you'll agree, I'm sure, that the prerequisite for atoms switching between both universes is that the second universe consists of the same sorts of particles than ours. However, if this second universe resembles ours so much and is close enough to constantly sawp matter, why didn't both merge yet?
but if they are parallel, how could there be an exchange between them? In order to cross, they'd have to not be parallel by definition.
These alternate reality dreams might make an interesting novel or SciFi story. Have you never thought of writing them down?
These alternate reality dreams might make an interesting novel or SciFi story. Have you never thought of writing them down?
I don’t know. What were you doing at a baptismal bathhouse on a beach last night?
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