michael christopher
25-12-2008, 02:58 AM
I just wanted to post a couple of crazy dreams here that I had a few weeks ago. I would have posted them when I had them, but I didn't have the internet at the time.
The first dream was the most lucid dream I've ever had. I really didn't even realize it was a dream until about halfway through. In this dream, I was trying to get to sleep in my bedroom, knowing that I had to get up at 5 AM the next day (which was true, which is why I didn't realize it was a dream). I was in my old house where I grew up, which is where all of my nightmares occur. In this dream I opened my cellphone to read the time, and suddenly an incredibly bright series of colored lights begins to beam out of the phone and the image on the screen was just hovering in mid-air, almost holographically projected. Because I was so positive this was reality (in spite of the fact that my house was different), I freaked out, realizing this wasn't normal. Let me re-iterate that this dream felt exactly like real life. It was very lucid. I ran out of my room and through the house into a man pointing a gun at me. So... imagine someone pointing a gun at you in real life. That's how I felt. I started to panic but he just gave me a very edgy look and said "I don't care, I don't give a fuck," in response to my panic. This freaked me out more because it felt like if someone will tell you that they don't care as soon as they see you are panicking, it means they're probably willing to kill you or harm you in some way. So he starts walking with me through my living room, holding the gun on me, and I see...
K, here's where it gets weird...
Bill O' Reilly. Keep in mind, I still thought this was real life. Also walking around in my house was George W. Bush, Fred Phelps, Pat Robertson, a lot of people from my old church where there were many attempts made to brainwash me (just like every other little kid who goes to church). Seeing all of these famous Christian evangelicals walking around in my house, I knew it wasn't right, and as I looked at Fred Phelps it suddenly hit me that I was dreaming. As I realized that I was dreaming, my fear began to fade. I stared at Phelps again and realized that his skin was turning gray and I began to scream at him "You're a gray alien!" He freaked out and started running to my bathroom, clearly afraid of me since I had decided to take control of my dream. I chased him into the bathroom where I heard the shower running. As I opened the shower, there was another man in there and he was looking at me horrified. I felt pure hatred for him, but he was not Fred Phelps although I think he was another Christian evangelical. I started trying to literally rip him apart with my mind but as soon as I did this I woke up. I actually didn't want to wake up because I have not had such a lucid dream in an extremely long time and I wanted to play around with astral physics and see what I could do... I got an feeling of extreme surprise and fear from the entities/evangelicaldouchebags when I realized that I had no reason to be afraid and that they could not control me. Keep in mind I have not been a Christian for a very long time and I don't sit around having doubts about it or anything like that. I have known it's total b.s. for years although only over the last year can I say that I have intellectually began to truly understand why it's so evil.
The next dream was a few days later, and I was lying in bed with a strange man in a hotel room. We were watching a video on television of people with "special abilities" like healing, etc. Basically empathic psychics, modern-day Christ-like figures, etc. During this video, the narrator said "When the end comes, these people must be protected in order to teach the rest of us," or something like that. As this happened, I looked over at the man I was laying with and he was laughing at me, speaking in a very demonic voice. The voice got deeper and deeper saying "You think you need someone to save you?" I was terrified, and darkness overcame all of my senses. The voice continued however. At that point I realized I was dreaming again and actively pulled myself into an awake state. I sensed disappointment from the voice as I did this, and realization again that I was controlling my dream. Almost like the entity did not expect me to wake myself up...
Does anyone have any interesting perspective on this to share with me? These were two of the most bizarre dreams that I have had in awhile, and they happened within two days of each other.
The first dream was the most lucid dream I've ever had. I really didn't even realize it was a dream until about halfway through. In this dream, I was trying to get to sleep in my bedroom, knowing that I had to get up at 5 AM the next day (which was true, which is why I didn't realize it was a dream). I was in my old house where I grew up, which is where all of my nightmares occur. In this dream I opened my cellphone to read the time, and suddenly an incredibly bright series of colored lights begins to beam out of the phone and the image on the screen was just hovering in mid-air, almost holographically projected. Because I was so positive this was reality (in spite of the fact that my house was different), I freaked out, realizing this wasn't normal. Let me re-iterate that this dream felt exactly like real life. It was very lucid. I ran out of my room and through the house into a man pointing a gun at me. So... imagine someone pointing a gun at you in real life. That's how I felt. I started to panic but he just gave me a very edgy look and said "I don't care, I don't give a fuck," in response to my panic. This freaked me out more because it felt like if someone will tell you that they don't care as soon as they see you are panicking, it means they're probably willing to kill you or harm you in some way. So he starts walking with me through my living room, holding the gun on me, and I see...
K, here's where it gets weird...
Bill O' Reilly. Keep in mind, I still thought this was real life. Also walking around in my house was George W. Bush, Fred Phelps, Pat Robertson, a lot of people from my old church where there were many attempts made to brainwash me (just like every other little kid who goes to church). Seeing all of these famous Christian evangelicals walking around in my house, I knew it wasn't right, and as I looked at Fred Phelps it suddenly hit me that I was dreaming. As I realized that I was dreaming, my fear began to fade. I stared at Phelps again and realized that his skin was turning gray and I began to scream at him "You're a gray alien!" He freaked out and started running to my bathroom, clearly afraid of me since I had decided to take control of my dream. I chased him into the bathroom where I heard the shower running. As I opened the shower, there was another man in there and he was looking at me horrified. I felt pure hatred for him, but he was not Fred Phelps although I think he was another Christian evangelical. I started trying to literally rip him apart with my mind but as soon as I did this I woke up. I actually didn't want to wake up because I have not had such a lucid dream in an extremely long time and I wanted to play around with astral physics and see what I could do... I got an feeling of extreme surprise and fear from the entities/evangelicaldouchebags when I realized that I had no reason to be afraid and that they could not control me. Keep in mind I have not been a Christian for a very long time and I don't sit around having doubts about it or anything like that. I have known it's total b.s. for years although only over the last year can I say that I have intellectually began to truly understand why it's so evil.
The next dream was a few days later, and I was lying in bed with a strange man in a hotel room. We were watching a video on television of people with "special abilities" like healing, etc. Basically empathic psychics, modern-day Christ-like figures, etc. During this video, the narrator said "When the end comes, these people must be protected in order to teach the rest of us," or something like that. As this happened, I looked over at the man I was laying with and he was laughing at me, speaking in a very demonic voice. The voice got deeper and deeper saying "You think you need someone to save you?" I was terrified, and darkness overcame all of my senses. The voice continued however. At that point I realized I was dreaming again and actively pulled myself into an awake state. I sensed disappointment from the voice as I did this, and realization again that I was controlling my dream. Almost like the entity did not expect me to wake myself up...
Does anyone have any interesting perspective on this to share with me? These were two of the most bizarre dreams that I have had in awhile, and they happened within two days of each other.