Of dreams...
June 29, 2010

Last night, I had the weirdest sequence of dreams I've ever experienced. I'd been getting wasted at a local race track all weekend, which I think set things up, as from what I've read, at least step one gets made more possible by things like eating before bed and having massive intoxication affect sleep.

STEP ONE: Dream Paralysis (when you dream, your body puts itself into a sort of paralysis to prevent you from damaging yourself regularly from reacting to dream stuff...sometimes that paralysis sets in early or doesn't leave on time...it tends to lead to "Silent Hill moments" where you're dreaming hallucination voices and the presence of really evil danger around you, your "dream self" can barely move and you think you're awake and don't know what's what). I had about 5-6 bouts of this in a row in the early morning (6-7 a.m.). I'd basically force myself out of one and doze back off into another immediately. The freakiest was a back-to-back one where I was laying on my side, couldn't move and heard a demonic voice behind me. I woke out of it, dozed off again and had the exact same experience. The only one that wasn't totally scary was one where my dream self was trying to crawl across a way-too-large bed to see what time it was while psychedelic color-shifting went on all around me.

STEP TWO: The "too real dream". After finally falling asleep without another Silent Hill deal, I entered a four-part dream. The first part, I only remember entering a sci-fi looking room where I was transported outside a building. Part two was me and a number of people (a couple whom I've known in life, but aren't friends with or anything) were chilling in this idealistic sort of "nothing matters but this moment" sort of way. It was this childish, comfortable sort of feeling. In the third part, I was in the building. It was an elementary school, but much smaller than it looked from "part 2". It was basically one room, with crap set up to make it look like it led to other rooms. There was an attractive chick there. We went into a "secretary's office" (which was smaller than an efficiency apartment bathroom) and got busy. I remember someone I assume was the principal getting up from the next office with one of those "WTF? No way this is allowed!" expressions. She dragged me to the floor. Don't remember if the "principal" ended things or they just switched over, but "part 4" had me in a very broken-down, abandoned version of this place. There were two people working to fix a wall. Occasionally, I could find elements of my bedroom, but when I tried to focus on them, they seemed to disappear. I asked the guys what they were doing and they said something to the effect they were fixing a hole. My "dream-self" took things to mean that I was in an afterlife and if I didn't wake up soon, I wouldn't wake up at all, because when they blocked off the hole, I'd be trapped. My brain really messed with me here, as I didn't have my alarm clock set...but I could hear it and was thinking that I would wake up, but I didn't and its ringing suddenly stopped. I completely panicked in the dream and was slapping and pinching myself to wake up, but nothing worked...and then I simply popped awake. It was like I was released from my situation more than that I got out of it.

STEP THREE: the "prophetic dream". After that one, it was about 8:30ish and I had no need to be in work and was pretty sleepy (the sort of non-restful sleep I'd been having probably wasn't the best for recharging my batteries). I fed my cats and went to the bathroom and decided to see if I could fall back to sleep for an hour or so. I did. I dreamed I was outside a house with a number of people (once again, a couple of which I know, but aren't close to). I threw a can (beer, cola, I don't remember) and that somehow caused a chain reaction of the area crumbling. I looked behind me and saw gigantic (making Redwoods look small) trees descending thought the air (think meteoroids or comets) towards the house. One blasted through it near me, but not close enough to damage anyone. I obtained a message that we had to get to a certain room before 9:52, or "lose our heads". That room happened to be the same sci-fi room from the last dream which teleported me to the "I think I'm dying!" dream. One woman and I started messing around...a voice was heard (I wish I could remember what it said) and I immediately woke up. I rolled over to see what time it was and my bedroom clock said 9:52.

I have a lot of vivid dreams, but never any extended period of stuff like this. This is about all I've been able to think about all day. Did I actually visit what will be my afterlife when I die (a constantly changing series of rooms where people and situations change)? I've never had a lucid dream I couldn't escape and just bizarrely woke up from despite how none of my knowledge that I was dreaming worked. And to precede it with a chain-combo of sleep paralysis dream and finish it off with a prophetic dream.

Has anyone had shit like this happen to them while asleep? I'm not talking regular crazy dreams, but stuff where you woke up convinced you tapped into some sort of advanced consciousness and might have been lucky to get out of it. Like you got released, but might not be so lucky the next time.

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Suskie Suskie - June 29, 2010 (06:19 AM)
HEY YOU. POST YOUR MATCHUPS.
hmd hmd - June 29, 2010 (07:15 AM)
All the time. Enough to set the tone for my last two music articles, at least.
True True - June 29, 2010 (07:46 AM)
Sleep/Dream paralysis is wicked scary the first time you have it. Once you encounter it and know what it is, it's fine, but the first time I thought I was dying.
blood-omen blood-omen - June 29, 2010 (11:24 AM)
u shud sell this dream as a videogame idea to some developer.....maybe it cud be the next big thing in Survival Horror.......
blood-omen blood-omen - June 29, 2010 (11:24 AM)
u shud sell this dream as a videogame idea to some developer.....it cud be the next big thing in Survival Horror.......
zippdementia zippdementia - June 29, 2010 (05:28 PM)
It's called Nikki Yume, or something like that, blood omen. Check out the review of it.
EmP EmP - June 29, 2010 (05:33 PM)
Close.

Yume Nikki
overdrive overdrive - June 29, 2010 (06:58 PM)
Hopefully, my conclusion's a bit different than the chick there.
EmP EmP - June 29, 2010 (07:06 PM)
Yeah; who would pair you up with screaming insanity and lingering death?
aschultz aschultz - June 29, 2010 (09:06 PM)
Many of my weird dreams involve me trying to figure out rules for an alternate reality where people I strongly feel I must be smarter than have figured out how to execute relatively basic activities, but I haven't.

That, or I'll be playing a computer game and again, people not as smart as I am know how to beat it, and I should, because the computer game is much like another I wrote a guide for. In a way, waking up and figuring what was silly about the dream is kind of accelerated laughing at the dumb things I thought or imagined or feared.

Also, to spoil your questions, the body can probably guess what time it is, or it's possible you may have rolled over or something...or, if you've had the dream 60 times before, you'll get the time right by accident eventually and that's the one you'll remember.

I've also read several 500+ page books I've been extremely jealous of, full of straightforward ideas and subtle interplay I'm sure, but I couldn't remember them once I woke up. Maybe it's time to invest in one of those weird spiky sci-fi helmets that go bwee-bwee-bwee and track my dreams.

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