I've been chaste all my life, keeping myself for marriage. It's a matter in which I take pride. Well, in my dream, I find myself committing an indiscretion and fathering a child. The most striking thing that I remember about the dream was that while I was very guilty about the initial act, I was completely in love with the baby, and I jumped at the chance to "be a dad". This dream explored a question I've been asked, but have never answered, stating, "It wouldn't happen to me." I still believe that, but it's interesting to take a look at the hypothetical anyways.
Post your dreams here, be they thought-provoking, epic, or just plain weird.
I interpret your dream to mean that you probably really want to be a father and unfortunately the only way you are going to get one is if you have sex. I think it's odd that your dream skips over the sex part (like who it was with etc.) and goes straight to fatherhood.
You could adopt if you really want a child!
you are celibate all your life by definition until you are married. A priori analytic proposition if you will. I think you must mean you are remaining chaste until marriage.
D'oh! (fixed, thanks)
On another odd dream note, I find I am frequently female in my dreams while I am a guy in real life. Does anyone else often have gender-flip dream experiences?
I've been following dream interpretation for a while now, and it's really thrilling stuff once you start to learn the basics.
I use it all the time mate. Also, being female in a dream when you are male is pretty norm'. In fact, one of the more interesting aspects of dreams is that every facet of the dream is a visual/audio representation of your own subconscious. So, if you see a friend in your dream, you are that friend, just not in your own appearance. And so on and so forth. No matter how many people are in your dream, or objects, or phrases, it's all you.
I've been following dream interpretation for a while now, and it's really thrilling stuff once you start to learn the basics.
Dream interpretation has always been interesting to me, but I've often wondered about the validity of applying a uniform interpretation when people's individual psyches are so different (in their details and neurosis, not different in an overall sense).
On the TV the newscaster was talking about a giant dragon that had flown in from space and crashed into the ocean. There was grainy footage of it tumbling out of the sky that reminded me of the worms we used find and throw as far as we could out over the lake, because the dragon had no appendages at all like a giant snake. After it landed in the ocean its tail had surfaced some time later and was now stretched across the beach in Santa Monica. The dragon was so long that its tail extended out along the ocean floor until they couldn't see it anymore.
Nobody knew why the dragon was there, but everybody had a theory, and the most popular one was that it was here to signal the end of days. Nobody knew which end of days this was, but it turns out a lot of them have space dragons coming to earth to kill everybody. Everybody was going ballistic and the president was considering an air strike.
We went up on the roof and looked down at the streets. There was a riot. Everybody was running and screaming. People were fighting and mugging and trampling each other. We didn't know what to do. We were all away at college and we didn't have families to go to. Finally my friend Jon threw his hands up and said, "Screw it! I'm going to ride the dragon!"
We followed him down into the streets and hugged the walls to keep away from the rioters. We walked all the way to the shore. Things were quieter there. Everybody was trying to get away from the dragon. There was nobody there but there were news helicopters. We went down to the beach and saw the dragon's tail stretched on the sand. It was a little bit taller than me at the very end. We helped Jon climb up and he sat astride and whooped.
Suddenly the tail shook and the dragon reared up out of the ocean like a cobra ready to strike. The tail bucked and Jon fell on the sand, but he wasn't badly hurt. The dragon hissed and flew back up into the sky and disappeared into space. I thought, "I guess it was just here so Jon could say he'd ridden on a dragon."
Then we got turned to ashes by the bombs the air force had already launched when the dragon took off.
That's when I woke up.
I thought, "I guess it was just here so Jon could say he'd ridden on a dragon."
I will keep this moral near to my heart from this day forth.
Scene 1- The Brasilian Golf Buffet Course
The dream opens up with me and a long line of people sitting on an infinitely long couch, the nearby people I recognize as friends or relatives. An equally long buffet table is stationed in front of the couch, replete with fruits, quail eggs, various breads, pastries, cakes, sushi, cheeses, cucumbers, etc. Around the buffet table a number of Brasilian golfers are golfing. Some are wearing those funny little golf caps and plaid vests. They tell a number of jokes in Portuguese.
I remember them being pretty funny at the time, but the kind of funny where you had to have been there for it to be funny. And since none of you (hopefully) can have been in my dreams, and likely few of you understand Portuguese, they will not be recreated here.
In the distance a large building looms. The perspective of my dream changes to the inside of this building...
This is about 1/6 of my dream so far. The first length of your dream is always the most normal, keep that in mind. I might post the rest later.
To see an acquaintance in your dream, signifies positive affairs in business and harmony in your home life. It also foretells that you will see or hear from them shortly after this dream.
Ah. Well, good to know the creaters of the sight belive that dreams can tell the future. Enough of that.
...Having nothing better to do, I'll relate to you the second part of my dream from before:
Scene 2- The Hotel Lobby
The dream focuses in on me in a large open air lobby. The decorations are quite elegant, fountains and floor murals abound. A number of expensive looking jewelry items such as opals and pearl necklaces are on display in glass cases set into the walls. Several ferns dot the landscape of this lobby, creating the kind of pretentious faux natural environment that upscale establishments love so very much in their interior design.
I am dressed in a suit. To be more accurate, a mobster outfit complete with fedora and suitcase. I am not, however, wearing shoes. The slipperiness of the floor allows me to glide with my sock-clad feet around the lobby grounds with relative ease. Skating around the lobby, I do a number of flips over steps and off of small ramps that have obviously been built into the floor to facilitate sock-skating stunts.
I do not linger upon the convenience of these ramps, but instead slide to a stop in front of the reception desk and ask if there is a room available. The receptionist assures me that there is. A glass elevator shaft is installed next to the reception desk. The shaft extends a remarkable height up into the ceiling of the hotel lobby where it disappears from sight, but would seem to continue upwards. I slide into the doors of this lift and it takes me up.
I have realized the Freudian implications of a strikingly tall elevator shaft entering a hole in a vast area and now casually dismiss the humour you might derive from such a development with this sentence.
And here is where I will end.
I went to a shop, and the game not only was there (it was a bit older by that time already, so that's pretty weird too, as they normally only have new releases) and, what was more, was on the smile-price list. I bought it, it ran fine on my computer (an omen by itself, given my strange on-board graphic card), but it seemed pretty boring.
Until at some point almost a year later, with too much time on my hands, I took it up again. It's one of the very best computer RPGs I have ever had the pleasure to play.
Yes, yes, Awesome Dude. We know that you are a mysterious being who can turn all petty human insecurities to his own advantage and, in fact, subsist off of them for several weeks.
Nah, it's nothing special. I was simply born without dignity.
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I'm almost never in my dreams. Mostly my dreams take the form of slasher flicks primarly seen through the eyes of the slasher.
I blame my friends having whacked out imaginations.
I know it'd work because it's science.
It's perfect. California is fairly liberal, and has all the tech-heads. You want to have a child, and Arnold Schwarzenegger (the governer of California) clearly believes in this dream.
The only drawback is that an amendment to california constitution will require that you be impregnated the old fashioned way by Danny Devito.
For varoius reasons I will not relate my own dreams. However, seeing me pregnant (and still male) seems to be a recurring theme in the dreams of my friends. Apparently spotaneously sprouting a uterus does nothing for the disposition of my dream-me in other people's dreams.
I blame my friends having whacked out imaginations.
Are we talking about me again?
Are we talking about me again?
What in god's green hell would make you think that you're one of EE's friends?
There's a bunch of different Dream Theories. No one of them is gospel as they all have some relevance. Just, some more than others.
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Is basically sexual/aggression for the most part. He projected a lot. Your id (base self) wants satisfaction usually. Kept in check though often. But, he did say, "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar (not a *****)." Novacat, your weird dream is indicative of your ***** falling off. I know, we shouldn't have had that last screwdriver. What's done is done ;).
I've thought about that before EE. See, I think it just takes some extra cavity space, a willing donor (maybe a twin, or a sibling, or a family member), and some nice stem-cells. And bam! You can be the first man to get pregnant and come to term.
I know it'd work because it's science.
If we get another generation or two of genetic engineering under our belts, who knows what the future will hold?
It's a brave new world, and Dr Frankenstein is running the asylum. Not that I have a problem with that. It happens to fit my Transhumanist philosophy quite well.
It's a brave new world, and Dr Frankenstein is running the asylum. Not that I have a problem with that. It happens to fit my Transhumanist philosophy quite well.
MechaPilot, thanks for that link! It was a very interesting read, I wasn't aware of such a biotechno movement. I'm going to have to look into this some more.
MechaPilot, thanks for that link! It was a very interesting read, I wasn't aware of such a biotechno movement. I'm going to have to look into this some more.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I can honestly say that I've never met anyone IRL who even knew what transhumanism is. I personally am planning to make its ideals the focus of my life's work.
I've had the paralysis thing a couple times. It's kinda scary. I'd wake up from some nightmare and not be able to move.
It's a defense mechanism; keeps you from acting out Zombie_Babies' slumber party massacre in your sleep to RL. There are, uh, loopholes, bugs, and safeguards. ex) Dream of a fine meal (eating), wake up chewing sheet or pillow, basic comfort movements (we need to talk ;)), environmental reactions to hot/cold, whatever. Normal crap we already know.Low key stuff.
It's supposed "turn off" upon waking. Usually, once consciousness kicks in and you get RL stimuli it tells you you're back "on-line" to your normal, waking factory preset as it were. W/ full blown Sleep Paralysis, you don't. Stuck, just laying there. Awake, conscious, post Ghoul attack. Breath, blink, heartbeat, etc., no controlled movement though. Think that's also rooted in the pons.
Dr.'s cure? Sleep partner. Usually, a tactile cue, ie) a poke in the arm and suddenly, everything is back to normal. Harder cases require a jolt/shove.
It sort of trapped me in the nightmare, you know? All sorts of bad.
Unless you're in reverie, you should be fully awake but paralyzed in this case
. I mean, the last time I saw this happening through your window, everything seemed okay. Nickel's worth of free advice, zombie Fundaroos & blood stained sheets don't really scream, "Hey, baby..."I also remember that as a child I'd get odd tingling numbness shooting electrically down my spine as I drifted off/woke up. It doesn't seem to happen any more.
Neural impediment (like a kinked electrical wire) or, more likely, it's your body expelling extra adenisine triphosphate (ATP) or acetylcholine (ACh). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acetylcholine
Short version, neurotransmitter that makes movement possible. Too much of it when coming down/going to sleep = body expending it; usually a sudden jerk or twitch out of nowhere (ACh firing). Very common in children as they're growing very fast and bundles of energy themselves.
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They are working/have finished (?) a nerve agent that stops production of ACh. Essentially, you can't move (total paralysis in full dose). That also covers your respiratory and circulatory system as well though (dead). I guess VX, serin, etc weren't good enough or too "inhumane"
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During murder investigations, one of the 1st things they do is take a measure of the victim's ACh levels. High amount suggests excessive physical activity, namely, a struggle or fight prior to death. Low = sleep, chill mode, etc.
They are working/have finished (?) a nerve agent that stops production of ACh. Essentially, you can't move (total paralysis in full dose). That also covers your respiratory and circulatory system as well though (dead). I guess VX, serin, etc weren't good enough or too "inhumane"
.During murder investigations, one of the 1st things they do is take a measure of the victim's ACh levels. High amount suggests excessive physical activity, namely, a struggle or fight prior to death. Low = sleep, chill mode, etc.
Sleep paralysis is thought to form the basis for many myths about witches, vampires, sucubis, and the like- many of whom were said to sit on your chest while you sleep and suck out your blood/life/soul.
:whatsthis Interesting, nj. I could totally see that from some primitive types.
Any relation to the old wives' tale of cats on chest, smothering you?
Reminds me of a popular zombie myth/reality. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuru_(disease) or http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creutzfeldt-Jakob_disease
Eat enough other ppl, particularly suspect grey matter, you can kinda' take on zombie-like traits; shaking, disjointed walking, pathological bursts of laughter, etc. This is namely why I usually just eat the soul not the corpus delecti.
You guys should look into the Jungian Dream Theory bits (collective subconscious, archetypes, etc). It's loaded w/ game material in addition to "hmm value". Hereos of Horror has a bit that snakes into that territory, Oneirmancy and basically, adventuring in a dreamscape. That's like the ultimate DM's fiat of "anything can happen today" cuz' you're not limited to Prime Material Plane mechanics. It's raining porkchops, or, 1 minute you're fighting for you life in the dreamer's nightmare, the next, it takes a decidely awkward Encounter Level in a wet dream. TPK...
It's a defense mechanism; keeps you from acting out Zombie_Babies' slumber party massacre in your sleep to RL. There are, uh, loopholes, bugs, and safeguards. ex) Dream of a fine meal (eating), wake up chewing sheet or pillow, basic comfort movements (we need to talk ;)), environmental reactions to hot/cold, whatever. Normal crap we already know.Low key stuff.
It's supposed "turn off" upon waking. Usually, once consciousness kicks in and you get RL stimuli it tells you you're back "on-line" to your normal, waking factory preset as it were. W/ full blown Sleep Paralysis, you don't. Stuck, just laying there. Awake, conscious, post Ghoul attack. Breath, blink, heartbeat, etc., no controlled movement though. Think that's also rooted in the pons.
Yep. That's about it. Stuck there completely immobile. Hasn't happened in ages, though. Not that I miss it. ;)
Unless you're in reverie, you should be fully awake but paralyzed in this case
Well, it's more like stuck in the nightmare mindset. You know, terrifying dream state yields to a paralyzed awakened stated - kind of keeps the creepy comin'. :D
Neural impediment (like a kinked electrical wire) or, more likely, it's your body expelling extra adenisine triphosphate (ATP) or acetylcholine (ACh). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acetylcholine
Short version, neurotransmitter that makes movement possible. Too much of it when coming down/going to sleep = body expending it; usually a sudden jerk or twitch out of nowhere (ACh firing). Very common in children as they're growing very fast and bundles of energy themselves.
There was no twitchin', just shooting electric-y feelin' stuff. Odd, to be sure.
Well, it's more like stuck in the nightmare mindset. You know, terrifying dream state yields to a paralyzed awakened stated - kind of keeps the creepy comin'. :D
I've never experienced it myself, but from accounts I've read it often seems to last much longer then it does, as the person has zero control over their own body (a terrifying experience). So even if someone wasn't in a nightmare, the experience becomes a nightmare.
Or so I've read. Like I said, I've never experienced it myself. The only weird sleep phenomena I've experienced first hand is insomnia, and that's nothing to write home about.
I've never experienced it myself, but from accounts I've read it often seems to last much longer then it does, as the person has zero control over their own body (a terrifying experience). So even if someone wasn't in a nightmare, the experience becomes a nightmare.
Or so I've read. Like I said, I've never experienced it myself. The only weird sleep phenomena I've experienced first hand is insomnia, and that's nothing to write home about.
Yeah, it's damned spooky. You want to move, try to move, feel yourself trying to make it happen and yet are completely unable to even shift a little bit. I've had dreams where I felt like I was moving in molasses and struggling just to keep going only to wake in that state. Lemme tell ya, it's not exactly restful. As a lad, I'd be terrified of the thought of going back to sleep - lest it happen again. Like those nightmares where you're scared out of your mind and in desperate need of help while also in a familiar setting (house, school, whatever). You open your mouth to scream for help and ... nothing comes out. Silence. You quickly think of knocking on a door or smashing something to bring some attention to your plight and find yourself moving as though you're trapped in some sort of dense liquid that you can't even feel. And then, you wake up. Unable to move. And that's kind of the way you were before waking. So am I awake? Is this really happening? Why can't I move?!
Yep. I'm glad I don't go through that crap all that often any more.
Well, it's more like stuck in the nightmare mindset. You know, terrifying dream state yields to a paralyzed awakened stated - kind of keeps the creepy comin'. :D
Ah, that's what I thought, but given context of "nightmare" in the sphere of influence of "sleep" & "dreams". Nightmare vs. omg, wtf is going on nightmare.
There was no twitchin', just shooting electric-y feelin' stuff. Odd, to be sure.
Oh, that's just the enchantment magic taking effect. You see, you're more likely to succumb to Willpower FX in a sleepy state, so, every night the Sandman comes w/ Roy Orbison's lead vocals (see Lynch's "Blue Velvet"), he's working his mojo on you. IDK, nerves of steel do conduct electricty
.EE: The only weird sleep phenomena I've experienced first hand is insomnia, and that's nothing to write home about.
Tell that to Mr. Durden. ...copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a...
Seriously, that can mess you up bad. You start getting REM Rebound a lot (when you do nod off in those oh-so-brief bouts you can't recall) and disassociation (hard to tell what's what, motives, etc.), synaesthesia, hallucinations, etc. Basically, you're going insane.
Try melatonin. You can get it @ GNC, etc. Helps sleep and promotes dream activity, but waking from it can be rather grueling/extra groggy.
Basically, you're going insane.
Going insane? I think someone hasn't been paying attention.
On a more jovial note, my insomnia isn't that bad (yet). I'm still young and able to suffer. Maybe in ten or twenty years I'll start suffering that badly.
On a more serious note, I refuse to use anything to help me sleep more then once or twice a month. They mess me up something fierce. On a side note, that's also why I avoid allergy medication (it's always fun to see that your allergy medication and your Tylenol PM have the same dosage of something that one calls a "decongestant" and the other calls a "sleep inducer".)
Ah, that's what I thought, but given context of "nightmare" in the sphere of influence of "sleep" & "dreams". Nightmare vs. omg, wtf is going on nightmare.
I look at it like it's close enough to being a nightmare due to the groggy state I'm in that it's sort of like a continuation of the dream. Makes it worse, IMO.
Oh, that's just the enchantment magic taking effect. You see, you're more likely to succumb to Willpower FX in a sleepy state, so, every night the Sandman comes w/ Roy Orbison's lead vocals (see Lynch's "Blue Velvet"), he's working his mojo on you. IDK, nerves of steel do conduct electricty
Meh. I've never needed an excuse like sleep to fall into a state of lowered willpower. Drugs, booze, girls .... yeah. They work better than sleep, IMO. Too bad I'm down to just booze. :P
Going insane? I think someone hasn't been paying attention.
That's odd, I was going to say the same thing.
Stay w/ me here, when you are having bad insomnia, not the annoyance you have. The symptoms are basically indicative of psychosi. Prolonged lack of sleep, and therefor REM, your restorative time, makes you insane basically.
On a more jovial note, my insomnia isn't that bad (yet). I'm still young and able to suffer. Maybe in ten or twenty years I'll start suffering that badly.
I'm confident you'll go far mister. Reach for the stars.
On a more serious note, I refuse to use anything to help me sleep more then once or twice a month. They mess me up something fierce. On a side note, that's also why I avoid allergy medication (it's always fun to see that your allergy medication and your Tylenol PM have the same dosage of something that one calls a "decongestant" and the other calls a "sleep inducer".)
It is unusual, yes. Modern pharmacology, as a whole, concerns (scares) me.
For what it's worth, melatonin (see prior) is produced naturally in your body IIRC. You more than likely have a sensitive system. Ppl see that as a detriment, but I see it as a good thing usually; more likely to note good/bad FX faster and need less of them (cheaper) than John Doe, etc.
ZB: I look at it like it's close enough to being a nightmare due to the groggy state I'm in that it's sort of like a continuation of the dream. Makes it worse, IMO.
Understandable. Waking from fake scariness doesn't compare to RL variety. Plus your fight or flight reflex, most basic fear, is triggered in its worst terms; completely vulnerable (prone, nearly naked [again, we need to talk ;)], weak, etc). You're at someone else's mercy.
There was a guy we researched @ OSU neuropsych in another psych dept. or sleep study that took "liberties" w/ sleep paralysis cases. ie) He researched his victims ahead of time to know who was a likely target given sleep disorder for his unsavory appetites
. He's no longer w/ us.Meh. I've never needed an excuse like sleep to fall into a state of lowered willpower. Drugs, booze, girls .... yeah. They work better than sleep, IMO. Too bad I'm down to just booze.
Girls will always induce a -2 Will Save penalty. Oh, you're married. Circumstance modifier.
usually a sudden jerk or twitch out of nowhere
I get these while awake. Great for startling strangers.
That's odd, I was going to say the same thing.
Nah, you just missed my little joke in which I implied that I was not going[/i] insane, but did not deny that someone would go insane, thus also implying that I was already insane.
Understandable. Waking from fake scariness doesn't compare to RL variety. Plus your fight or flight reflex, most basic fear, is triggered in its worst terms; completely vulnerable (prone, nearly naked [again, we need to talk ;)], weak, etc). You're at someone else's mercy.
Yep. All sorts of no fun. 'Cept the nearly nekkid part ...
There was a guy we researched @ OSU neuropsych in another psych dept. or sleep study that took "liberties" w/ sleep paralysis cases. ie) He researched his victims ahead of time to know who was a likely target given sleep disorder for his unsavory appetites
Sterilized, I hope.
Girls will always induce a -2 Will Save penalty. Oh, you're married. Circumstance modifier.
Not married. Close enough, I guess. I think it's funny that the church is gonna make us jump through hoops to get approval. Both of our names are on our mortgage ... what's a better example of commitment than that? Hell, you can bail on a kid easier than a mortgage. :P
Nah, you just missed my little joke in which I implied that I was not going[/i] insane, but did not deny that someone would go insane, thus also implying that I was already insane.
Let me just pull my head out of my ass. Sorry, I'll buy you a beer.
ZB: Sterilized, I hope.
Killed actually :D. Had he been more careful in his latest "research" apart from her psych evaluation (like the marquee on her f'ing mailbox), he would've noted his victim had taken Dr's advice and gotten a partner. Long story short, the Dr's cure solved more than one ailment; b/f shot the "burglar" dead. The odd part is that it took a bit of time before CPD realized who he was by the pattern. Assumed it was just another B&E sorta' thing.
Not married. Close enough, I guess. I think it's funny that the church is gonna make us jump through hoops to get approval.
Which church? There's a whole bunch out there.Bro & his wife lived together before wedding, and here's another bit of weirdness, Pastor mom (I'm a PK) married them...I still think that's odd.
It's hilarious to hear my bro's nightmarish stories about the pre-marital counseling; "Man, there's nothing like hearing your mom/pastor discuss the importance of satisfying your wife's, eh, needs in graphic detail..."
I, myself, live w/ my g/f, and got the, "Well, I wish you wouldn't, but I'm happy" speech. It's all good though, family dinners, X-mas, financial help, house sitting and the basic niceties you get w/ this sort of acceptance.
Both of our names are on our mortgage ... what's a better example of commitment than that? Hell, you can bail on a kid easier than a mortgage.
Good point, still, "Nothing is more expensive than regret."
Killed actually :D. Had he been more careful in his latest "research" apart from her psych evaluation (like the marquee on her f'ing mailbox), he would've noted his victim had taken Dr's advice and gotten a partner. Long story short, the Dr's cure solved more than one ailment; b/f shot the "burglar" dead. The odd part is that it took a bit of time before CPD realized who he was by the pattern. Assumed it was just another B&E sorta' thing.
Ahh. A happy ending, I see. Too bad the poor guy that killed the bastard has to live with that. Hopefully he sees it as he should - something akin to snuffing a rabid dog before it bites a loved one.
Bro & his wife lived together before wedding, and here's another bit of weirdness, Pastor mom (I'm a PK) married them...I still think that's odd.
It's hilarious to hear my bro's nightmarish stories about the pre-marital counseling; "Man, there's nothing like hearing your mom/pastor discuss the importance of satisfying your wife's, eh, needs in graphic detail..."
Catholic. I never Confirmed. They do meetings an' crap like that. May have issue since we live together and are "active". I so know I'm gonna end up tellin' some priest to **** off. I have precious little patience with that crap as it relates to my life.
I, myself, live w/ my g/f, and got the, "Well, I wish you wouldn't, but I'm happy" speech. It's all good though, family dinners, X-mas, financial help, house sitting and the basic niceties you get w/ this sort of acceptance.
When we first started dating, she was going through a divorce (technically still married - they did not live together). My mom was not happy about it. I never even thought of it as a problem. Kind of put some things in perspective about how far I've moved from that life. If she knew about some of the other stuff I've done ... holy gods ... :D
Good point, still, "Nothing is more expensive than regret."
Yeah, I'd damn sure regret havin' to sell a house an' takin' a huge loss on it. Or worse yet, payin' for it but not livin' in it. :P