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Every now and again I have bad dreams, I'm sure most people do.
Last night I had a particularly awful dream, literally the wake up suddenly in a cold sweat and out of breath type.
But I've never been able to understand nightmares and bad dreams. Isn't it the mental equivalent of stabbing yourself in the leg with a pencil and then wondering why? I mean, the mind that's experiencing the dream, and all the horrible emotions and fear etc, is the same mind that's creating the dream.
What gives, do I hate myself that much that I have to terrorise myself in my sleep?
It's a deep topic and not one that is answerable really but as the remnants of the horror of the dream stay with me throughout the day I just thought I'd vent.
There is no 'H' in Aych, you know that don't you? ~ Wife
Turns out there is an H in Haych! ~ Sporky
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Haha, I have that one quite regularly, I consider that a nice dream now
There is no 'H' in Aych, you know that don't you? ~ Wife
Turns out there is an H in Haych! ~ Sporky
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Sleep is obviously important for us humans* and being in a state like that must be awful.
* other carbon based life forms may also require periods of sleep.
There is no 'H' in Aych, you know that don't you? ~ Wife
Turns out there is an H in Haych! ~ Sporky
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That said, at the beginning of April my wife went through something fairly traumatic, and she could have died. I had a couple of visually vivid bad dreams after that, the wake-up-with-a-start kind, and I understand the symbolism of the dreams - that it was my subconscious mind dealing with the aftermath of the person I love most being in pain and danger.
Dreams are basically our brain defragging itself AFAIC - sorting through memories, concepts, emotions etc, and the resulting mess of connections causes a subjective experience. Good or bad dream, I think that principle applies.
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I've had some crazy nightmares, including a couple where the xenomorph from Alien was chasing me, one where I died (that was very strange!) and one recurring dream where I was the new guitarist for Siouxsie And The Banshees (which is probably scary enough in real life) and I'm just about to go onstage and I realise that I can't remember any of the songs. Those ones have been real, "wake up in a cold sweat" type nightmares!
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Jarlsberg gives me the horniest dreams I’ve ever had.
Often I'm amazed I can and because I can I keep reading. I then wake up laughing, literally, in amazement that I could read the text in my dream, only to find that if I actually was reading I have no recollection of what the writing was about.
The other odd odd dreams I have are when I dream I have woken up, but in fact I’m still dreaming. I’m convinced I’m awake and that everything I’m seeing is real. Obviously it’s not and it’s all very surreal but the fact that I’m “awake” in my dream and think I’m fully conscious with my eyes open I see some strange things.
Then I wake up for real and get the “bugger, it was just a dream” feeling.
There is no 'H' in Aych, you know that don't you? ~ Wife
Turns out there is an H in Haych! ~ Sporky
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I was in a large kennel at the end of a grass running track on a warm sunny day. There were other kids In there too and all of our late 80's early 90's parents were lined up along the side.. like some sort of sick sports day.
Us kids had to run to the end of the track (it wasn't far.. but we were small)
Unfortunately there was a catch in what could only be described as a terrifying beast looking not unlike a pink moomin crossed with a friendly hippo.
Everytime someone made a run for it the giant hippomoominapotamus (that was pink) would simply bend over the back of the kennel and grab said child and put them back in the kennel. When I ran I was put back in the kennel and planks of wood were put over the entrance, bugs bunny style.. i.e. done in 2 seconds, no nails, just hammered and randomly placed. Could still get out though.
This dream has stuck with me all my life... To this day I still fucking hate the moomins and I can't look a hippopotamus in the eye.
“William James describes a man who got the experience from laughing-gas; whenever he was under its influence, he knew the secret of the universe, but when he came to, he had forgotten it. At last, with immense effort, he wrote down the secret before the vision had faded. When completely recovered, he rushed to see what he had written. It was: "A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.”
The other one is pulling wheelies on my bike. I cycle a lot, but haven’t really pulled a wheelie since I had a Raleigh Tomahawk when I was nine. In my dreams I’m riding through the city, or with the cycling club, I pull on the bars and shift my weight back - bingo. I can ride around on my back wheel, effortlessly for minutes at a time. Everybody is impressed by my skillz.
I’ve sold the house and moved to an apartment block in a city somewhere. I’m stood in the corridor of whatever floor my small apartment is on. It’s very hotel-like with doors on either side of the long corridor.
I get to my door and open it but instead of a doorframe there’s a long and very low tunnel like passage, about ten feet long and only about 18 inches in height. It’s the only way in and out of the apartment. Sometimes when I have the dream the passage gets smaller the further I go into it.
My family are already inside the apartment and are beckoning me to come in. I get down on my hands and knees and try to snipper-crawl through the tunnel. As soon as I’m in the tunnel I get claustrophobic and feel trapped and I can’t go on and can’t turn back.
It’s at this point I wake up, usually in a bit of a panicked relief.
I’m sure it has some profound meaning connected to what’s happening in my life but I’m sure I’ll never know what.
I have the naked dreams too. However, in mine I feel quite normal and unphased by it. I’m usually doing something mundane like in a meeting at work stark bollock naked and just getting on with it.
I’m aware that other people are treating me differently like there’s something wrong with me but I still feel ok about being in the buff. Towards the end of the dream it’s somehow suggested that I need to put clothes on but it’s always for the sake of the other people in my dream and not to save myself from embarrassment.
For the record I’m not, never have been and never will be a naturist, or whatever you call em.
There is no 'H' in Aych, you know that don't you? ~ Wife
Turns out there is an H in Haych! ~ Sporky
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