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New Here, not to Dreams...

Postby ravynwriter » 08 Dec 2014 20:05

Good morning!

Just a quick introduction- apropos and redundant I guess since this is the 'introduce yourself' portion of the boards. :D

I'm a nearly forty year old (boo, hiss!) woman, writer, photographer, painter, fiancee, pet-owner, and avid dreamer. I have been having incredibly detailed and vivid dreams since I was at least five years old, and for just as long I have been fascinated by dreams and dreaming.

The first dream I can actually recall happening was when I was living in a certain house in Utah. As we were only in that house while I was between the ages of four and six, I use five as my go-to age for the start of my dream experiences. I can still remember that dream in pretty much most detail, and at the time I had it I didn't know it was a dream but thought I was awake.

I was laying in my bed, propped against the pillows. My room was quiet and dark, and I could see my older sister asleep in the other small bed next to mine. There was a wind blowing through the room, so hard that it was pinning me there to my pillow and kept me from moving. I remember thinking that the wind was so loud, surely my sister had to hear it, but she didn't so much as stir. I also remember thinking that Mom would be rushing in any second to see what the noise was about, but that didn't happen either.

Instead, like a scroll, an image appeared floating above my bed, about four or five feet away from me. The image was about six feet long and about a foot high. It was like a window, or a television screen. Through it, I could see a very vivid desert, with bright blue sky and rolling, golden sand dunes. A woman's voice started to speak to me, telling me about this world that I was seeing, about its people and culture and history and what was happening in it. The picture kept changing, showing me all the different things it was talking about. I remember there was some sort of army that had come to the world and was trying to destroy its people. The army reminded me a lot of the soldiers in the movie Krull (which I saw much, much later) and the people who were native to that world reminded me kind of like a cross between rabbits and the Gelflings from Dark Crystal (which I had also not yet seen, it was released shortly after we moved out of that house. In fact, I remember watching it with my father in the theatre and getting excited when I saw the Gelflings. I tried to tell him I'd seen them before, but I couldn't really make myself clear, I don't think).

Over the years dreams like this have continued, quite a lot of them vast, epic storylines either wonderful or very dark. I remember I had dreams of this 'world' repeatedly for quite a long time until I turned about ten or twelve years old, then they slowly went away and were replaced by others.

My dreams and their 'storylines' were part of the reason I became a writer, and several have in fact inspired my books and art.

I also tend to ramble, so sorry about that. I have diarrhea of the pen.

So, anyway, lucid dreaming is nothing new to me, it's something that has happened on a regular basis since I was young, but its only recently I've decided to try and improve my lucid dreaming rate and dream recall. I'm disabled and part of my disability affects my memory and cognition, and the last year or so I've noticed that while still dreaming, my dream recall is becoming more and more spotty. It used to be I could remember most of a dream without an issue, now if I wake up even long enough to write it down or speak into a recorder it's all but gone just like that. I still have a few that I recall bits and pieces of but its nothing like it once was.

I've started old dream exercises again to help me remember my dreams as much as I can, and I've also started trying to improve my lucidity (as I seem to remember these most vividly and easily). I actually had a lucid dream last night which lead to me doing a search on hostility in lucid dreams, which lead to a thread here...and now here I am. :)

So, long story short...crazy creative type here, who can't shut up and has epic dreams.

Hello to all!

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Re: New Here, not to Dreams...

Postby ravynwriter » 09 Dec 2014 17:55

Hello :D

I don't know if I'd call the dreams I had when I was five 'lucid' exactly...if by lucid it is meant that you are conscious within your dream and conscious that you ARE in fact dreaming. I had very vivid dreams starting then that I felt conscious in, but that's just the thing...I didn't realize I was dreaming, I thought I literally was conscious. It's only when I tried to explain it to other people that I got 'oh honey, you were just dreaming'.

So I don't know if that really qualifies as lucid? Yes? No? Maybe?

I no longer live in Utah either. I was only there for two years growing up, and the rest of my life has been in Washington state. Fortunately, there are several good, leading hospitals and practitioners here for my condition so that's a bonus :)

Very nice to meet you as well! It's good to know I'm not alone in my experiences. No one ever understood them when I was growing up, and now people don't seem to understand my perplexity at having them. I mean, having vivid and realistic dreams is one thing but what five year old has the background knowledge and experience to realistically 'create' a sci-fi dream world with a complete culture, politics, understands war, interstellar travel, etc. It was incredibly detailed and that's just the thing...at the age I was and the few experiences I had, I had no background to provide that detail, consciously or otherwise. That's what gets me still, but pretty much no one else I've ever talked to about it seems to think this is of any importance.

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Re: New Here, not to Dreams...

Postby ravynwriter » 09 Dec 2014 20:08

Oops, my bad. If you were controlling them, did you realize it enough that you were controlling them however?


No worries. :D

At first, I was just a passive observer. I thought it was really happening and I was really being shown things I didn't understand from someplace else. I grew up in a highly religious family so I wasn't all that surprised by them...being five years old I think you're also far more accepting of strange things happening than adults are. My annoyance was that some of them could be a little bit frightening and unsettling, and no matter how I tried to explain them to my family, they were dismissed as my imagination or that I was dreaming. Of course, I was, but to me I was having a very real experience and the people who were supposed to understand and guide such experiences were dismissive.

Now, of course, I understand being a grown-up but back then I was really irritated by it. Bleh. Remember what I said about having diarrhea of the pen? LOL.

So no. I didn't really control them nor did I realize I could control them at first. I was just a passive observer who thought I was conscious and awake. Later on...probably not more than a year or two, I realized I really was, in fact, dreaming when I actually woke up in the middle of one of these sessions. That's when I started trying to guide them and enter into the 'stories' that had previously just been shown to me.

I just get rather annoyed when some people consider living in Utah to be taboo. Utah is considered to be one of the most religious places on the planet by statistics (Islam and Iraq are the highest in religion, although Utah comes very close). However the reason why I have stayed in Utah for the same reason you have stayed in Washington. The U has developed an entire section just for people with mental issues. Including physical, medical, psychiatric, therapy, etc. And it makes going in there a little easier.


Nah, I don't consider living in Utah to be a taboo. I was there as a child because my grandmother lived there, and while my parents were separated my mother moved us there to be closer to her. When things resolved, we moved back to Washington. I liked living in Utah myself and I have a sister who still lives there. Of course, I'm not nearly as 'religious' as I used to be...more spiritual if that makes any sense.

As far as having dreams that look like reality, I have memorized WILDs that look shocking like reality as well. I have even left notes I have written on my dresser, only memorizing them once in reality, and I can remember what exactly I wrote on the notes. I can hardly believe how high in clarity these WILDs can be at times, although it was more shocking when I first had them than it is now. So I get where you are coming from with that, it is rather interesting when your dreams/Lucid Dreams get that high in clarity. Those ones can the most breath-taking.


I agree! I have only had a WILD once, and until I came to this site I didn't even know that's what it was or that other people had them! In my WILD I knew instantly I was dreaming, however, because I literally appeared at one of my reality checks.

It was the middle of the night, early AM. I woke up briefly which is not uncommon for me. Then I closed my eyes again and without the slightest loss of consciousness, zooop! I was standing, fully lucid, in the foyer of my childhood home, staring at the front door. All in perfect detail.

I dream often of my childhood home (it is the center of my 'dream map' which is another term I also learned here, wonderful to know other people have those too!) but doing so is an instant lucidity trigger I set years ago.

I think I actually said 'whoah, how did I do that??' and then opened the door and headed out to enjoy the dream, thrilled that I had jumped right into a dream without losing consciousness.

It hasn't ever happened again, but knowing its not just a fluke and it is something I can actually practice doing has lead me to put that on my goals list. I actually tried last night, and I think I got close. I got very focused, and then suddenly a 'woman' appeared right beside my head and shouted my name in my ear, as if amused. She appeared and shouted so suddenly that of course I startled and fully woke myself up. It was like a shotgun going off.

I did end up having a very vivid dream last night, what I like to call my 'epic story' dreams, but it wasn't lucid, alas.

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Re: New Here, not to Dreams...

Postby ravynwriter » 09 Dec 2014 23:00

Don't get me started on telling you my different 'story' dreams- lucid or otherwise. I'll never shut up! :lol:

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Re: New Here, not to Dreams...

Postby ravynwriter » 10 Dec 2014 17:31

Well, I sort of touched on one in the Dream Characters forum. Another very long lasting recurring dream I had formed the basis for another book (most of my recurring dreams end up in my books in one form or another :lol: ). I'm going to be incredibly brief in my description of these because I seriously could (and have) filled up pages and pages about them.

In this one, I would enter the woods near my house and if I stepped on a certain path, a river would appear out of nowhere, complete with boat. If I got into this boat and rode the river (which very often twisted and turned and looped in defiance of physics) I would pass through an African sort of landscape before arriving in a lake. The lake was a type of resort that belonged to me, with a grand riverboat in the middle of the lake where people could gamble, waterskiing and boating, amusement park rides, safaris out to see the animals, cabins and campgrounds that could be rented, shops, etc. Only this whole thing was a front to protect the opening to a parallel world where a Spark of Creation was hidden. Anyone who got hold of that spark could literally rewrite the whole of Creation with just a thought, and it was my job to guard it. So people and weird creatures were always trying to assault the resort and break through into this other dimension so they could get the Spark, and myself and varying groups of consistent but rotating DCs would have to stop them or hunt them down.

In another, I was the owner of a futuristic cyberpunk holo-resort set in a semi-post-apocalyptic urban underground urban city scape. People would rent 'booths' by the hour or by set time slots and they functioned sort of like the holodeck on Star Trek- allowing them to take the ultimate vacation or live out any fantasy they wanted. There were also virtual first person shooter 'arenas'. Repeatedly in this dream, a group of officials of some kind would hijack one of my resort booths to 'film' something that wasn't real but that they wanted the world to think was real, and I spied on them and found out what they were doing, stole the data, and I end up fighting my way through this massive urban landscape that crosses like three states, trying to get the data to the people who they were trying to deceive before the 'officials' can catch and kill me.

In yet another, I was the pilot of a space fighter during a massive war between Earth and an alien force. This one varied...sometimes I was on a space station, other times at an Academy or at a planetside military base...sometimes I was up fighting in my fighter, at other times I was just hanging out with the other pilots, or doing ground missions. This dream 'storyline' had (and still has) some of the most breathtaking scenery and imagry in it. It remains one of my favorites.

There is one I had recently that I want to discuss but I'm going to put it in a separate forum rather than here. I want to kind of get everyone's take on the matter. It's a unique kind of dream I have never, ever had before.

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Re: New Here, not to Dreams...

Postby ravynwriter » 10 Dec 2014 18:23

I might just do that, so long as it's not against the rules to do it in the introductory thread. Thank you :)

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Re: New Here, not to Dreams...

Postby HAGART » 11 Dec 2014 21:38

ravynwriter wrote:There was a wind blowing through the room, so hard that it was pinning me there to my pillow and kept me from moving. I remember thinking that the wind was so loud, surely my sister had to hear it, but she didn't so much as stir.


That sounds like a WILD entry. Although not lucid, (so it would be a WID ;) ) I think you were conscious as your body fell asleep. Body paralyzed, and ears ringing/buzzing. Those are just the symptoms, but a person's dreaming mind can perceive the experience in many ways. Sometimes I've felt like gravity was making me sink into my bed, and even heard the hum of a fan once, only to wake up and realize, I don't have one! So I can see how hearing the noise of wind would also make you think it was pinning you. (I wonder, not that it matters, but I'm trying to paint a picture of your experience in my mind. When the 'wind' was blowing were objects in your room flying around. Did you feel wind on your skin?)

ravynwriter wrote:what five year old has the background knowledge and experience to realistically 'create' a sci-fi dream world with a complete culture, politics, understands war, interstellar travel, etc. It was incredibly detailed and that's just the thing...at the age I was and the few experiences I had, I had no background to provide that detail, consciously or otherwise. That's what gets me still, but pretty much no one else I've ever talked to about it seems to think this is of any importance.


This is fascinating. I wonder if we are all born with ingrained memories and a foundation of basic knowledge passed down through our genes. That would explain the past-lives phenomenon. And also explains how birds migrate and build nests despite ever being taught or seeing another bird do it. Their knowledge is genetic. We aren't that much different genetically and we all share common ancestors with fish! I don't know, and it's just food for thought.

(Hello, by the way!) :D
If we all lucid dreamed this world would be a better place.

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Re: New Here, not to Dreams...

Postby ravynwriter » 12 Dec 2014 17:45

When the 'wind' was blowing were objects in your room flying around. Did you feel wind on your skin?


Things weren't flying around my room but as I recall I felt it on my face, and my hair was flying around. I do remember looking at my sister and wondering why she didn't wake up from all the noise and wind, and I don't believe her hair or anything on her bed was even moving. It seemed isolated just to me.

This is fascinating. I wonder if we are all born with ingrained memories and a foundation of basic knowledge passed down through our genes. That would explain the past-lives phenomenon. And also explains how birds migrate and build nests despite ever being taught or seeing another bird do it. Their knowledge is genetic. We aren't that much different genetically and we all share common ancestors with fish! I don't know, and it's just food for thought.


That could very well be and I do think that happens to an extent. However (and I am a believer in reincarnation) it wouldn't explain the past lives experiences people have of folks they have no relation to.

In my case, my father is a huge geek (so am I). Would his sci-fi knowledge at the time I was conceived (1974) been sufficient to cover everything I was 'told' in these dreams? And strong enough to actually be genetically encoded in order to be passed on to me and made into accessible information in my subconscious brain? It's an interesting question at the very least, which brings up further questions in my mind (not necessarily posed to you and not necessarily that can actually be answered).

Were the understandings of science, even science fiction, at the time I was conceived the same as what I was shown in these dreams (that is, was I shown something that hadn't been discovered at the time of my conception but later was discovered, such as something to do with string theory or quantum mechanics?) If so, was my father in possession of this knowledge at the time I was conceived?

What is the mechanic by which these particular bits of knowledge were so vividly engrained in my genetics from my father's genetics, to the point they were precisely encoded in my subconscious mind to be drawn upon in these experiences...and why did not other knowledge, experiences, and facts also so imprint and display themselves? To simplify- why would the knowledge of science mechanics and alien culture be so strongly programmed into my mind from conception, and not something like, say...my father's wartime experience, knowledge of mathematics, the highly traumatic time he was almost killed as a child, his musical talent and prowess, etc.

What would be the evolutionary point? I can see the evolutionary point of encoding traumatic memories of threats, injuries, poisonings, etc into genetic memory to be passed down to offspring. I can also see the evolutionary point of passing down edible or poisonous food items, migration routes, breeding grounds, what predators look like, etc. It's hard to see, however, the evolutionary point to passing down details of personal interests and hobbies that have no evolutionary impact of survivability. More, it's hard to see how personal interests and hobbies would be encoded and passed down OVER things that WOULD impact survivability, such as military training, life-threatening experiences and physical trauma, etc.

So yeah, in short short-

1-Did my father possess knowledge of the kind I was shown in these dreams?

2-Did he possess said knowledge at the time I was conceived?

3-Was said knowledge even available for him to possess-consciously or subconsciously (say, he read an article then forgot about it) at the time that I was conceived?

4-Did my mother, as applies to any of these questions?

5-If so, what is the evolutionary mechanism that would pass down such knowledge in such full and rich detail, yet not pass down knowledge as pertains to more immediate and evolutionarily necessary survival skills?

6-Is anyone even still reading my rambling? LOL!

Definitely food for thought.

(Hello, by the way!) :D


Hello to you too!

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Re: New Here, not to Dreams...

Postby ravynwriter » 13 Dec 2014 18:55

So, posting my first dream journal entry here.

12/13

All non-lucid

Dream 1-I was flying a military cargo plane but at the same time I was 'guiding' it via a video game, I had to hit all the red dots along my route without crashing. Don't think I succeeded.

Dream 2-I was on a school bus with my girlfriend. There was someone else on the bus, a blonde, middle to old aged woman wearing a black cardigan and a hat with a red flower in it. Both my girlfriend and I were in hospital patient scrubs and had been battered around/injured in some way. I was sitting in a wheel chair but she was laying on an actual gurney that had been propped up. We both had IVs and I could see she had scratches or cuts on her face that had been treated.

Then, Jason Bourne from the Bourne Identity came in carrying a case. He gave us a smile and set up a little table in the aisle of the school bus (the bus wasn't moving, we were parked outside some kind of derilict airfield). He said hello to us and then told us he was pretty sure we were both Russian spies in disguise, and so long as we answered his questions honestly and quickly, we had nothing to worry about. I *knew* he meant to torture us if we lied or he didn't like the answers, I also knew we were both innocent so I told him there was no need to threaten, we'd tell him anything he liked. He sat down. He had some kind of knife in his hand, with a short curved blade, like an old fashioned way you would use to peel apples or something. He started asking us questions, first my GF, then me, then my GF again. Questions about who we were, where we came from, how we'd gotten there, and we were answering him quickly. I got worried/angry because he seemed to be focusing on her so I started answering the questions a bit more heatedly, trying to get his attention off of her. He looked at me then came over and sat down beside my wheelchair and said 'You're not telling me the truth are you. You're really a sixty year old Russian spy named Vladia, aren't you?'

Angry and scared I said 'Do I look like I'm sixty years old to you?'

I instantly knew it was a wrong answer. He grabbed me by the chin and said that I could have had plastic surgery, or was wearing latex makeup. He said 'they can do all sorts of things with makeup these days.'

Then he dug the knife into my forehead over my right eyebrow, and sliced the skin downward as if peeling an apple. It didn't hurt but I was pinned and couldn't do anything. He did it again, and I could feel that he was slicing away strips of the bone and muscle and stuff.

Then my girlfriend tackled him, wrestling him back. He was taken by surprise and ended up losing his balance on one of the bus benches. As he stumbled back she got the knife out of his hand. I got up and moved over to help her, grabbing her to pull her back but she pulled away from me again, furious that he had been hurting me. She slashed at him with the knife, and despite him being a good six or seven feet from her a gash opened up over his torso, slashing from his left shoulder across his abdomen. She made the same move again, and I could see her hand was shaking and her aim was off, and another gash opened up on his torso. He tried pushing himself up again and she slashed a third time. This time the gash appeared over his throat, killing him.

She dropped the knife and I grabbed her again and pulled her. I had my arm around her and we started limping toward the back of the bus and the emergency exit. My girlfriend said, "No one hurts you, I couldn't let him hurt you," and I hushed her telling her we had to get out of there. I glanced back and saw the little woman still sitting there, staring at us with her mouth open. I remember thinking 'she'll back us up, she'll know it was self-defense.'

As we got to the back of the bus, both limping heavily and trying to hold each other up, there was a short stairwell to our left and the bus exit door was down there (for some reason, the front of the bus was a single decker school bus but in back it was a double decker and we were on the top floor). As I braced her to go down the steps the door opened and these military looking guys started to come in with rifles. The one in the lead aimed at us and my GF pulled me the other way. As we turned back toward the front of the bus more were coming in that way, rifles up, trapping us. I lost my balance trying to shift momentum and we fell down, me laying on the floor of the aisle with GF over me, too weak to hold herself up. I was holding her protectively and she looked up at me and started sobbing. She said, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I f*cked this up."

I told her no, she hadn't fucked anything up, and then shifted so that I was kind of protectively over her as the rifles pointed down at us. I had one arm around her and the other I held up toward the rifles and said 'we're not armed! We're not armed, don't shoot!"

Dream 3-This was definitely a separate dream that I do not remember much of, but my girlfriend and I ended up on the same bus in the same hospital fatigues. No Jason Bourne, but this time the back of the bus was a military type convoy truck instead of a double decker. I remember she lifted the green tarp and peered out and said 'they're pointing guns at us.' The only other image I remember she had been shot and I was cradling her and had my hand over the wound. There was no blood, just a hole off center of her chest. She was still alive and was looking up at me and I kept telling her, 'it's not bad. You just hang in there, it's not bad.'

Dream 4- I have forgotten a bunch of this as well but I was part of a marine company with my girlfriend (huh, last night as a night for military dreams I guess). There was some kind of war going on and the company I was with was a lot like the company from Aliens 2- different faces though and we were on Earth. There was some kind of sergeant who didn't like our company and was always trying to get us sh*t assignments or something. His appearance kept changing. At the end, he was the guy with the walrus moustache from that motorcycle/chopper show that was on TV for a while. He decided if you can't beat 'em, join 'em and became a member of the company. He smeared black paint on his forehead and moustache. We had just supplied up and were walking out of the armory and the truck was sitting nearby with the others in it. When they saw him they shouted 'ah roo!' and started cheering.

Michelle Rodriguez was there kind of half lounged over the truck's hood in green cargo pants and a black tank top. She winked at us and the sergeant said 'Good god almighty' as if he'd just seen a goddess come to life. I laughed and said, 'yeah, tell me about it sir.'

My girlfriend asked if I had enough pocket nukes. These were devices we were using that were the size of grenades but actually set off a nuclear detonation. I checked a tab on my arm and said "I have half compliment, that should be fine."

Then I saw my BF and her husband and a lieutenant of some kind heading toward us so I left my girlfriend and the sergeant at the truck talking to Michelle and headed their way. I don't remember what we said but I walked with them back to the truck and we climbed inside. Then I woke up.

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Re: New Here, not to Dreams...

Postby ravynwriter » 14 Dec 2014 21:30

12/14

So I tried something new last night. I've been giving Calea (the dream herb) a shot the last few weeks. I'm not big on tea and understand it tastes horrible. I've been using my vaporizor (I vape medical marijuana to help treat my condition) but calea seems to have such a low ignition point that I can't really seem to get it to vape. It's either nothing or its on fire. I cannot smoke it due to my asthma so instead I bought a bunch of gel caps and started making pills out of the calea I had purchased.

Last night, I took two of the pills with water about two am, when I briefly woke up. Unfortunately, due to my pain last night I also vaped some pot before I went to sleep.

So the results were mixed. I repeatedly attained lucidity after I took the pills...that is, every few minutes (or so it felt) I realized I was dreaming and was able to hold on to that for a little while, but not for long. Even when lucid things still felt kind of tuned down and fuzzy and I only attained full 'clarity' once (when things jumped into sharp and detailed 3-D and it didn't last long, a few seconds at most. No matter how hard I concentrated my mind was too tired and muzzy to keep hold of it.

So I think the calea worked, but I think the pot I had taken earlier kind of made it hard to remain in that lucid state. I may have to limit my calea usage to nights I don't take my medication before bed. Of course, that means I won't be able to use it often because the pain and issues that necessitate me using the pot are pretty much a daily thing.

I do have some high CBD strains so I may try using those at night time on the nights I try the calea, see if that helps that unfocused, muzzy feeling...so that may be a solution.

I did wake up feeling much more focused than I normally do.

Also, I did remember at least once to ask one of my 'lucidity questions' of the dream. I just realized I was dreaming and I was talking to a little blonde boy. I told him to 'show me something funny' and he turned and pointed to a nearby shelf. There was a bit of wavering in the air over the shelf, like heat waves, but that was all that happened. I was happy I just remembered to ask the question so hopefully I can do that again.


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