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strange dreams

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- Thu, 04 Jul 2019 18:51:05 EST R9f3s5uV No.46265
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After meditating using abstract illusions https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ym60j5szt3o , do I have very strange dreams ? Why?
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Watched myself slip into a dream

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- Mon, 30 Mar 2020 01:38:26 EST GsWfeuOy No.46536
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A couple nights ago, I took Agmatine and NAC before falling asleep. I used Coluracetam earlier in the night. I kept getting brain zaps, every time my mind would begin to wander, a brain zap would pull me out of it and I'd wake up. It was preventing my mind from wandering enough to slip into a dream. Eventually, it finally worked, and I was able to experience the transition of being awake, and into a dream.

I was aware I was dreaming but didn't have much control. The walls were red, and tall. The doors were elongated for some reason. I was wearing a raccoon onesie, which is odd because I often ascribe my spirit animal as being a racoon (Or, crackoon) there was a middle aged man there who's house it was, also wearing a onesie of some weird animal. He was a serial killer, and I knew it but didn't act to stop it. I couldn't control it. He tried leading me into his basement, and I guess I forced myself to wake up.

When I did wake up, I was in sleep paralysis. It was bright like it was daytime like it seemed like I was outside. And there were flies buzzing everywhere, all around me. I screamed and got out of it, though.

Very odd experience feels like I witnessed one of my alternate reality selves get murdered.

why can't i remember my dreams?

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- Wed, 04 Mar 2020 10:20:47 EST +GsimeEd No.46516
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i'll often oversleep because i'm deep in a very bizarre, vivid dream that feels like another world/reality, but as soon as i break free and wake up i have zero recollection of it. zero images, sounds, scenarios.

maybe later on i'll suddenly remember a fragment of a conversation or event and have to ask myself 'was that in a dream?' but never a substantial recollection of the dream. it feels almost like the plane i visit in my dreams is so strange and incompatible with this reality that i can't even commit it to memory.
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Albert Hocklefoot - Tue, 10 Mar 2020 18:36:05 EST fZYOR9AB No.46525 Reply
but what you gathered in that intermediary state is going to be easier to remember when you ultimately wake up.
Fucking Tootridge - Sun, 15 Mar 2020 23:38:00 EST 5+za0Ar+ No.46529 Reply
do you smoke pot?

i usually don't remember dreams if i smoke a few hours prior to bedtime
Martha Domblestet - Sun, 29 Mar 2020 13:08:42 EST JlI2xY8Z No.46535 Reply

>the plane i visit in my dreams is so strange and incompatible with this reality that i can't even commit it to memory.

That can definitely seem to be the case. The "rules" or scripts that our dreams seem to go by, whether the script is well-rehearsed as in recurring dreams or if they are specific to one dream, fade easily when we wake up.

When these "rules" or scripts fade upon waking, the very context and meaning that connected all of the images and conversations is lost. Often, one can remember images or bits of conversation that no longer "fit" anywhere in the dream, chronologically or even logically. Our brains mostly filter out such things as white-noise, nonsense - it could not be connected to anything except for a fleeting shadow of unconscious conception.

With little-to-no associations made in the conscious mind, it stands to reason that your conscious mind mostly piles the information from your dreams into an ever-changing, finite heap. Only by consciously making the connection between our dreams and waking life can we hope to attach those strings of information from our dreams into something resembling a memory of an actual past event.

The above is more-or-less the goal of keeping a dream journal. When you remember those fleeting bits of a dream, record it in your journal with excruciating detail. Make the most sense out of it as possible and then read your entry over, again. Only by doing such things while awake will our nightly unconscious and subconscious streams connect to our waking actions of physically recording dream information (as chronologically and logically as possible, without forcing anything to fit).

It is through that connection that dreams leave a residue on our consciousness, which through practice (making more and more brain connections) can eventually leave our waking minds flooded seemingly with memories of events which took place in the space between a prolonged blink of the eye.

Anon's public dream journal

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- Wed, 11 Dec 2019 14:01:43 EST uTSHmIUX No.46428
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Gonna try and update this post relatively frequently.

Had a dream last night that was somewhat scary. Don't really remember the initial part of it, but by the end I was in a house. The house was a prison and I was trying to escape it. I got out of the bedroom on the second floor somehow. I was then chased down the stairs by a guy that looked like pic related. He had a crowbar to boot.

I made it out the front door which was simply at the bottom of the staircase. I was in a dark street lined with homes. I turned to my left and tried to run to the house next door to have them call the police. I was frozen in space and could not move around, despite my legs moving as if I was running. I finally broke free of the freeze and made my way relatively quickly to the front door of the adjacent home. As I knocked furiously on the door, pic related emerged from the front door of the house I had just been in. He rapidly made his way over to me and raised his crowbar menacingly. He swung and I woke up.
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Fuck Blatherville - Mon, 24 Feb 2020 15:16:46 EST 9f2azKHd No.46502 Reply
Had a pretty personal dream about a beautiful girl. Do women become more beautiful in dreams? I actually was depressed by the fact that I woke up. Wish I could have slept forever.
Thomas Bandleshaw - Thu, 05 Mar 2020 11:45:43 EST 9f2azKHd No.46519 Reply
Well it's been about 10 days since I last posted. My mother went to the hospital so I have not really been thinking about this. But I slept 11 hours last night and dreamed heavily. I remember one thing distinctly. I was in a building, it seemed like it was my high school but I was older now. The hottest girl I used to know was sitting behind me and rubbing my 5 o clock shadow on my cheeks. Just like the last post, I almost cried when I woke up. It was supremely pleasant. Better than any sex I've ever had. I felt loved...

I am definitely very lonely subconsciously.
Walter Bimblekotch - Tue, 17 Mar 2020 08:27:07 EST 9f2azKHd No.46530 Reply
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Been almost two weeks since I last updated this because I felt it was kinda depressing. Especially after that last post. Also, it's a lot of effort with very little payout. However, last night's dream was almost too cool not to share.

I had a dream within a dream. It's not the first time it happened, and I have some theories as to what exactly was going on. However, this is the first time I have been able to record it.

The deeper of the two dreams is harder to remember. It was pretty stupid, something military related. The area looked something like Overpass from CSGO (pic related). Not really much going on. I think I've been playing too much Counter Strike lately. I then woke up, and I thought I was awake. I woke up on my family's old chaise lounge in what looked like our old apartment. The time was clearly late at night. My sister was up and refused to go to sleep. I was smoking cigarettes (I quit recently, but go figure), and I was interrogating someone about some low level military information. I don't know why all this seemed normal to me, but I was sure that I was awake and things were going as usual. When I randomly woke up from this outer dream, I was extremely disoriented and confused, as I was convinced I had already woken up. The dreams themselves are rather boring, but the whole concept of experiencing a dream within a dream was truly mind bending.

Now some of you may say that a dream within a dream is impossible, and that I'm full of shit. While I am not doubting what last night FELT like, I am saying that there is a distinct possibility as to how this happened that I thought of after I woke up. Basically, I might have had two dreams in a row, but not realized I had awakened into the real world in between them. It is certainly possible that I had woken up in my bed and fallen right back asleep before even realizing I was awake. That would explain my memory not having any moments in between the dreams.

The only reason I doubt this explanation is that I began the second dream 'waking up'. I the dream I was waking up on the chaise lounge, not just finding myself somewhere. I rarely experience waking up into dreams, and I am not sure if that is common. Anyways, was a cool dreaming experience and I thought I would share.

Dreamt of the most epic idea for a Mario boss battle

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- Fri, 13 Mar 2020 00:39:30 EST FKxswhSk No.46528
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Think a fusion of Kind Boo and this scary ghost from Warioland 2 in the middle of a floating round platform, above a pitch black abyss, with a window that's similar to the one Wario is near but of a castle and about ten to twenty times bigger.. (and of course two floating bridges that transport Mario and Luigi to this platform which immediately fall once the ghost appears.)

If I had the skill as well as lived in a perfect enough world to obtain proper access to Photoshop and a good scanner I would've drawn the shit out of this piece, but even then my eyesight isn't what it used to be so it would've been a fat chance working with it on a computer screen for more than an hour anymore.

finding real closure in dreams

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- Mon, 09 Mar 2020 17:54:25 EST PPYd+gF9 No.46524
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this is from my dream journal, I'm not sure how much sense it will make without context or what archetypes/transcendent themes it has, but it's honestly been one of the most meaningful dreams I've ever had and only lasted a few minutes:

Had an interesting dream last night. I was walking around outside, at night, in a place I didn't recognize. Kind of an indistinct suburban sprawl. There was a road with a very well-kept sidewalk, it was brightly lit and there were trees lining the very green, manicured grass verge in between the sidewalk and the street. I saw Joel driving in his car very slowly. His was the only car on the road. I tried getting his attention but he didn't stop or even look at me. I banged on his window, still no acknowledgement. So I opened the car door on the passenger side and got in.

He shot me a dirty look and asked, quite viciously, "What the fuck do you want?", and again, as I do in most of the dreams he's in, I just asked him why he did what he did. And this time he proffered the closest thing to an answer I've gotten from him in any of these scenarios. He said, quite angrily, that sometimes people just don't want to be friends with people anymore, or something along those lines. Yeah, sure, just "friends". Which is the most mundane plausible explanation I've come up with and by far the most hurtful. And it seems like it wouldn't be the REAL reason anyway, so again no real resolution or closure.

Before I had a chance to ask why he couldn't have just said that when I specifically said that was a conclusion I had reached and that I just wanted him to have the god damn common decency to be a fucking mature adult and fucking tell me that instead of just fucking ghosting me after all we'd been through, or tell him what a terrible person he was, or that I'd see him in hell and that something tells me we'd be in the same section, that scene ended.

The next thing I remember is being somewhere I don't recognize from the "real" world. I've been to it before in dreams, but it's not really an amalgamation scene of anything as far as I can tell. It was a very tall, several stories, vestibule with stairs leading down to a set of 6 or 8 doors with a very tall window above the doors. It was night, and looking out the window I got this characteristic feeling I get when I'm walking at night in a state of dissociation, both drug induced and from bipolar/GID. Everything was tinted amber, as if I had a pair of amber sunglasses on. The stairs were green marble, seemingly reminiscent of a school I've been to, maybe [redacted], maybe [redacted], not [redacted] though. There was a tall glass elevator to my right, leading up so high that I couldn't see the ceiling, although I didn't really look. I could feel that this was the same place that I had the confrontation, as if I had just walked inside the building, although I was facing the doors.

Wandering around on the landing between the stairs and the row of doors were a dozen or so people. I realized all of them were people from various group therapy/rehab groups I've been in over the past year and a half of my life. We talked small talk and caught up, but that was just a feeling I got, I can't really recall any particulars of the conversations. What I could also feel though was that they were all genuinely happy to see me, and I was genuinely happy to see them. There's something really powerful about the whole group therapy thing if you submit to the process. You feel a true connection to these people who are perfect strangers, because, in a myriad of different ways, you're all engaged in the same struggle.

I think the lesson I learned from this is that some people are just awful, terrible, human beings and it doesn't matter how much they mean to you, you can't make them who you want them to be. But other people are amazing, with a nearly limitless capacity for love and compassion. It's an amazing feeling to be truly cared about. I'm never going to get an explanation from him, but for some reason at this point I think I truly have the closure I've been looking for all this time. No forgiveness though, I'm still not big enough for that, I still wish him the worst in life. But now I don't have any desire to bump into him some day and tell him off. I'm content knowing that if he doesn't c…
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what does this mean?

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- Sun, 16 Feb 2020 19:06:51 EST HWMLkjiR No.46490
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>>24316006 (OP)
The dream itself: i was with a few friends when some figure came out.of nowhere with a bottle. He stabbed the bottle after shaking like a soda bottle to explode in someone's eye. That didnt work and then i got stabbed. I was "screaming" in the dream and woke up with a throbbing pain in my lefy arm. Sort of unrelated but the 2 days before the dream, i woke up between 3:10 and 3:15 A.M.
mon - Sat, 22 Feb 2020 13:40:21 EST HZrpOtpw No.46500 Reply
I don't know what this means but I've had similar dreams where someone throws something at me and then I wake up with pain in the area it happened. What did the figure look like?
John Blackham - Sun, 01 Mar 2020 11:24:43 EST kWpVhc55 No.46510 Reply
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I can tell you what it means for around tree fiddy.
Ernest Clumblestone - Mon, 02 Mar 2020 21:28:59 EST DomFIFV7 No.46513 Reply
a regular person and then they had a huge maniacal smile

A nap dream

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- Fri, 28 Feb 2020 17:36:22 EST QTbrodnF No.46504
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Laid down for a moment, fell asleep for maybe 15 minutes.

I dreamed of four or five knife wounds to my lower belly, somewhere in the west side of [a shitty moderately-sized city located somewhere in the central valley of California]. Then the sight of a wide-open bright blue sky above. It slowly faded out into the colorless, silent mercy of oblivion.

I woke, pulled up my shirt to glance at my abdomen, and immediately became disappointed that it was only a dream.

Futuristic dream

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- Fri, 21 Feb 2020 11:49:38 EST dKkZjqGl No.46494
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I was a soldier trainee in an extended, advanced military program. It was definitely future shit, quite far out future-wise compared to the year 2020 as I know it. I lived in a military dormitory with other soldiers, and everything was advanced. I'm white but most of my buddies were black. Everyone else was bigger than myself physically, except for this little Hispanic guy called "Gusto" who I guess was skilled with movement devices or some shit like that. We were all doing military chores in the living quarters, and we were all off-duty at the time and wearing plain white underwear boxer-briefs, white undershirts, etc. One guy held a cup and had a toothbrush sticking out his mouth, shirtless with a towel around his shoulders, and he was mute and making jokes using his hands, making some joke about this other guy's bald shiny black head.

We had basic military-issued human/machine direct I/O interfacing augmentations, in the form of two HDMI-like female ports located discretely behind each earlobe, surgically installed firmly into the structure of the skull.

The facility bared the color scheme of dark gray, polished dark gray gun metal, sky blue walls, with broad white accents in the form of large painted symbols, words, and other such on the walls.

We were all getting ready for some kind of "family day" - a special occasion when family members are granted access to a small civilian area of the facility and a lot of the other guys were excited about it. I had no family, so I didn't give a shit.

I was specializing in some sort of weapons program, and often tested prototype firearm designs, etc. In previous training programs I had displayed proficiency with traditional marksmanship, something rather obsolete, so I ended up with that specialization and I remember feeling disappointed about it.

Some kinda weird-ass future rifle thing, looking down the iron sight, discharging the weapon repeatedly and paying careful attention to its recoil, and then repeatedly shouting at a guy in a white overcoat in a fiberglass room to my left that the weapon "is still a fuckin piece of shit." It was compatible with two munition charges - an explosive weighted charge that was long as a measurement ruler and about as thin as the circumference of a cigarette. The other charge was like a pointed bolt, and there was a mechanism near the weapon's tip that mechanically triggered the bolt to open razor fins only moments after the bolt left the weapon. It was a semi and full auto weapon.

White coat guy wouldn't speak, he kept looking at an electronic clipboard in his hand, it was recording something or some shit.

I went back to the living quarters. Suddenly there were kids around and I became extremely annoyed because of this. Fuckin wide-eyed little shits with their noses pointed up at me, knocking shit over, being loud. I joined the fucking military to get away from this sorta shit goddammit.

Then weird shit started to happen.
Albert Momblefuck - Fri, 21 Feb 2020 11:50:15 EST dKkZjqGl No.46495 Reply

Apparently, there was some sort of new bio/psyche weapons program we didn't know about, that had been in development at a nearby research facility, and of course whatever the fuck it was had got out in an uncontrolled fashion on family day.

Gusto came running down a corridor shouting various curses in rapid Spanish at the top of his lungs.

One of my buddies turned around from a corner with a knife stuck in him, looking really confused. He looked at me, opened his mouth, blood came out, he collapsed, and behind him stood a little kid with a blank expression on his face. Then the kid looked at me and smiled.

Then I was running down hallways with a smoking-hot female scientist wearing a red blouse under a white overcoat and vivid red lipstick. She kept putting her ID card up to automated door locks and the doors kept getting bigger and more mechanistic. She was very concerned, and from what little I could collect, we were facing a sentient GAI-scale outbreak, that it had something to do with the neuroplasticity of children's developing brain structure, they didn't expect or foresee the effect, it must have took control of one of the kid's minds and used it to access some kind of networked interface and broke out. She went on and on talking all this sci-fi shit describing it, like "it's general event response time measured in the millions of a nanosecond fraction," "it's several million orders of magnitude more intelligent than a single average human." Yada yada yada etc etc she wouldn't shut up. "We must isolate it." Blah blah blah "The complete history of our species is now threatened." FUCK OKAY I GET IT.

Then we came to the big MECH H7 door and my heart started pumping. I had never been inside a MECHANIZED hangar before. I just watched a kid straightup knife a dude and only now I was beginning to realize shit was getting real.

She opened the door, it was loud and made an alarm and there were red flashing lights. It was a service entrance or something, narrow path, below through chain links I could see a ton of people scrambling around in chaos, then up a metal ladder, she went first and she was wearing a short dress skirt and panty hose so obviously THAT ASS.

She gave me a small little black metal thing, and I stuck it into my left HDMI skull port. Then I could hear her in my head. She kept telling me to hurry up.

She led me to a room and holy shit look at all the fucking walking tank mechs. Big fucking anime robots holy shit is this real life.

Then there was a big guy. As soon as I saw his rank my shoulders straightened, and I put my chin back in attention. He asked my rank and specialty. I told him. He said something like "Iron sights, good" and told me to fall in. He told "Hot Tits" to report to communications. She made a pissy face at the name-calling but didn't argue with a ranking officer.

There was a long line of soldiers, some still in their underwear. I was in a jumpsuit. They kept frantically motioning and shouting at us to keep moving. Then I came to a platform, and some technician types told me to lose the suit. So I dropped ‘trow and they turned me around and smeared something like Vaseline on me from my neck, down my back, and stopped a little ways just above my ass crack. Then they turned me around and shouted to keep moving. So I did.
Albert Momblefuck - Fri, 21 Feb 2020 11:51:00 EST dKkZjqGl No.46496 Reply
(cont. srry)

And then some stairs, and then another platform, and a techie hit a large button. Flashing red lights and then POOF - big ass fucking anime robot shoots up to the platform and its chest opens up. I hesitate and the techie is standing there pointing at the open walking tank cavity. I step in. They grab me and turn me around and push my back against the inside of the thing. An alarm sound, and then automated robotic shit grabs me, wraps around me, pulls my limbs taught, shit goes over my head, big fucking robot door closes in four fucking directions, everything’s dark, and then it feels like I'm inside an elevator that's moving at incredible speeds in many different directions.

I started hearing deep, resonating explosions from above. Then this cutesy female voice started speaking. "Pre operation checks, initializing - EMERGENCY OVERRIDE TIME PRIORITY ACTIVATED. REMAIN STILL. ERROR. REMAIN STILL."



I did.


I did.


This continued for a while. It ran me through ABC, XYZ, a vertical line, a horizontal line, numerical digits 0, 1, 2, and 3. Then a red light flashed. Then a green light slowly came on, but all I could see was green light.

Hot Tits started speaking in my head.

"Hey, you're on the launch pad now. Do you see the launch timer?"



And then I suddenly became aware of my cognitive connection to the machine's interface. Or some shit like that. I started fucking around with it, impressed that I could browse various information and shit without the need for any visual stimulus. There was some sort of running process that was checking the status of a shit ton of different systems. I mosey'd on over to the weapons system out of curiosity and my focus attention point/cursor thing went over an ARM COMMAND area, and suddenly a bunch of alarms shot up and angry voices started shouting in my head.
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Has this happened to anyone else?

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- Thu, 20 Feb 2020 19:39:36 EST Tc/uhshh No.46492
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For the past few years all of my dreams have been shitty, so I started a dream journal because I heard it helps you recognize and control your dreams better. I'm about a month and a half in and now I barely remember my dreams anymore the second I wake up. I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong. I'd rather not dream at all than perpetually have shitty dreams. But I'm curious if the journal may have helped.

The thing

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- Sun, 16 Feb 2020 14:47:50 EST GADmAJDd No.46489
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I had a lucid dream a day after taking acid where at any time i could just flex my arms and become the thing from fantastic four and i was really strong but i remember having very refined control of becoming the thing

interpret this


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- Sat, 08 Feb 2020 00:01:13 EST LlRS62y8 No.46485
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Someone stole my dreaming.
Fucking Cronningfield - Thu, 13 Feb 2020 19:37:28 EST JlHHiTWL No.46488 Reply
wtf I dream the other night I was watching Grimes trying to give birth but it had to be cesearian section, I didnt rly wanna watch but then Elon showed the baby in a petri dish.

Parallel Worlds

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- Thu, 05 Dec 2019 20:23:28 EST 5MV4b1Bs No.46420
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Do you think dreams are just other worlds that we coexist in?
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Clara Denningsad - Thu, 23 Jan 2020 01:07:33 EST 5ytr2qwX No.46466 Reply
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its the other world, the one thats for us
Charlotte Gamblechack - Sat, 25 Jan 2020 12:48:08 EST XHG+WoKT No.46470 Reply
How the fuck does that prove that dreams are parallel worlds?
Depends on your definition of "world". If you mean a parallel universe, no. We know the brain constructs a model of reality while awake using input from the sensory organs. Dreaming is the result of that same process (nearly) absent all that sensory input.

Yeah, we don't know anything for sure, but it's the simplest, most logical, and most likely answer.
Shit Crocklefield - Fri, 07 Feb 2020 18:24:38 EST Dc5YHgOF No.46484 Reply
i believe the material world has an inherent realness independent of consciousness, and that dreams are not a part of this in the same sense. if i dream of a dog it's not the same as a real dog.

Flashing image slideshow

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- Fri, 22 Nov 2019 18:58:20 EST IloL20Jc No.46400
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I've heard this is a relatively common occurrence but its still fucking strange to experience.
A few years ago ever morning before waking up I would see rapid flashing images of random things i.e landscapes, stilllifes, children etc. with the last image lingering in my eyes as I open them when I awoke. All the images were in incredible detail. Recently this has been happening again on and off for me but the images seem less random and more relevant to my life. Anyone else here familiar with this?
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UnamusementPark !ikwaNLFmBo - Mon, 06 Jan 2020 23:30:54 EST hBoOpP8I No.46457 Reply
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no bump - Fri, 07 Feb 2020 08:44:51 EST gWXTV626 No.46483 Reply
OP here
recently been having something similar again except this time its just one still image and its relevant to my life, for instance I was playing cities skylines the other day and I woke up with an image of my city imprinted in my Mind's Eye
pretty neat
Martha Dartfoot - Sun, 01 Mar 2020 00:52:27 EST iINYXKne No.46507 Reply
It's a degenerative neurological disease. It literally destroys nerve and brain tissue and you die from it eventually. So yeah, it's not cool

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