[SamandMax]

The only dream I can remember right now is one where I saw a poster for Gremlins 3, which had a picture of the gremlins wearing white beards and riding Santa's sled. I wonder if it has any meaning, besides the fact that I would like to see the movie.

[Moosferatu]

Marek, I'm surprised you didn't like that dream PA that you really like.

[mycroft]

Bwahahaha....

That seems strangely familiar...somehow...

[LauraMac]

I remember most of my dreams - even many I had as a child. I hate to go to sleep when I am awake as I have so much I want to get done. But once I am asleep my dreams are so involved and fun I want to stay asleep.

One of my favorites is a dream that re-occurs. I dream there is this house that is actually a combination of several private homes cantilevered within each other. You can just walk into any house and look around. They are all so different and have these amazing features like waterfalls, secret doors or views of mountains and such. I love walking around and going from house to house, deciding which rooms I like the best or which I want to live in. The houses, the rooms decor and special features all change from dream to dream. One of the best had a solarium in the center of the house with birds , trees and flowers inside.

[mycroft]

A solid proof that a good story can affect you psychologically.It can even make you dream.

In my case it was a short story by Clive Barker called In the Flesh.


Without going into details...I'll outline what the basic story was(If I can remember correctly).

The story is typical Clive Barker supernatural stuff.But it is always his vivid descriptions that makes the words come alive.The story is about a hardened criminal in a jail.He gets a strange young man as a cell-mate one day.And subsequently he starts having strange dreams.

He dreams a city.A city on the edge of a desert.A city with no inhabitants.And the houses have very strange architecture.Some of them ,as I recall,were nothing but kitchens.Another one had just a living room...so on and so forth.
These singular rooms,as it turns out,were rooms in which murders had been comitted.And the murderers were doomed to spend their afterlife in the very same room they had comitted the murder in.
Barker describes the smell,the heat,the texture of the ground.How his feet become red with blood from the asphalt.Those who have read the story will know exactly what I'm talking about.


So,anyway,I read the entire story in one sitting.It was 2 A.M when I finished and immediately went to sleep.Needless to say,I dreamt the city.The very same city whose vivid description I had read only hours before.The words I had read before were now images in front of my dreaming eyes.It was scarier than reading it.The dream scared me.However,I would not call it a nightmare.In hindsight,it was a rich and pleasurable experience.

This only goes to show to what extent are stories capable of influencing the reader.

Now,my point is this.Why can't a game do this to me.If games like The Dark Eye have been developed,I can't see any reason why someone shouldn't take the Books of Blood series and turn it into a semi-interactive game of sorts.

With such powerful stories,one can only imagine what adventure games could be capable of if they embrace them.

[DomStLeger]

I don't dream, which I am upset about because I feel like I'm wasting 8hrs a day Unfortnately I day dream instead... maybe I'm all dreamed out by the time I go to bed?

[syntheticgerbil]

I'm positive you can read in dreams. It's senseless to make scientific rules like that. Rules are dumb. I happen to have a reoccuring dream where I always continue reading some book and progressing the story but then must start over every dream.

I also have reoccuring dreams about hot dog stands, so I guess I could be a redneck.

[Kingzjester]

Zombies, zombies, everywhere,
And all the broads did shriek;
Zombies, zombies, everywhere,
Nor any Drano(tm) to flick.

Hmm...

[mycroft]

Originally Posted by syntheticgerbil

I'm positive you can read in dreams. It's senseless to make scientific rules like that. Rules are dumb. I happen to have a reoccuring dream where I always continue reading some book and progressing the story but then must start over every dream.

I also have reoccuring dreams about hot dog stands, so I guess I could be a redneck.

No, my good man.
You cannot read in dreams.It is not a scientific rule.It is a biological impossibility.You cannot perceive colour either.

Kingz:
I know that Marek has warned me against this...but here it goes.

Originally Posted by Some Dream Dictionary

Dreaming that you are a zombie indicates that you are physically and/or emotionally detached from people and situations that are currently surrounding you. You are out of touch. Alternatively, it may indicate that you are feeling dead inside and are simply going through the motions of daily living.

Oh wait...you said you were being chased by zombies.Right then...never mind.

[Garyos]

Originally Posted by mycroft

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Do you have a nifty quote about dreaming about hair too? It's really worrying me....

[mycroft]

Originally Posted by Garyos

Do you have a nifty quote about dreaming about hair too? It's really worrying me....

*slips this under Garyos' door*

[Kingzjester]

Originally Posted by mycroft

Oh wait...you said you were being chased by zombies.Right then...never mind.

Hm, curious. So, everybody else is not in tune with me, eh? Wouldn't the inverse then be true too, that I am not in tune with everyone else and consequently aren't I as good as being a zombie?

Freud was full of shit, but it is still fun to apply his life's work on people.

[mycroft]

Originally Posted by Kingzjester

Hm, curious. So, everybody else is not in tune with me, eh? Wouldn't the inverse then be true too, that I am not in tune with everyone else and consequently aren't I as good as being a zombie?

Freud was full of shit, but it is still fun to apply his life's work on people.

An interesting argument you put up there. First of all, I'm indifferent to Freud and his principles.

I feel that actually being in tune or out of tune does not matter.What matters is what you feel.And I think that you feel that the world is not in tune with you.

I can provide two facts to support my theory.I feel that you have a noble,yet revolutionary point of view.A point of view that,far from being welcomed,is unappreciated.Your diary entry in the Communal Diary suggests this.Firstly,the singular sculpture.You yourself have said how others reacted to it.I'm sure you felt that your point of view was not being welcomed,while they "clapped for everyone else's".I'm sure you know all this,I'm just restating the obvious.Secondly,the Model OAS thingy.Your view on legalizing pot was not welcomed either.These incidents(I'm sure there've been others) have had you believe that the world(immediate surroundings) is not in touch with you and vice versa.And I think that it is this feeling that makes you dream about zombies.

The question is not who is out of touch,them or you.The point is feeling out of touch.


Is this dream recurring ? Would you rather call it a nightmare ? Do you fear Death ?

[Kingzjester]

Originally Posted by mycroft

Is this dream recurring? Would you rather call it a nightmare? Do you fear Death?

Yes;

not really;

not fear, just worried that I won't do all that I want to do in due time.

To expound: The dream has been happening on and off for a while now. It is not really the same dream every time; it always differs from the old one.

I don't consider it a nightmare because most of the time I know that I am dreaming and consider myself a spectator with some idea of how to solve the zombie infestation. For example there was this dream that begun with me in the audience of some church, when something goes astray. I, having the memory of the previous dream, am the only one not panicking. Actually I am watching all the sanctimonious people around me screaming and getting killed by the fiends from hell while deftly avoiding them myself... after a while of escorting a hot chick (she is actually warm and I can feel her warmth beside me) who is an amalgamation of all the girls I've ever loved (it seems there is never in my dreams an identifiable face to her, and she is there often) to a safe place outside of the chaos, we run into this important-looking monster that looks like a Robert De Niro Drow (he was walking around like Johnny Depp's Raoul Duke on ether) on a green Scottish hillock in front of a stone house. Before us he kills a rent-a-cop fellow unhindered by the fact that the latter was sporting a magnum and shooting frantically. My comment within the dream was, man, this sure does appeal to my sense of aesthetics. Then De Niro lunges at me, knocks me about and over and starts drooling blood all over my face.

It is then that I realized I was actually scared and decided not quite calmly to wake up - I actually decided, within the dream that I ought to wake up.

I am not afraid of death - death is just the end. Everything seems to have one. An end can be quite satisfying if one can laugh at its irony and inevitability. What I am afraid of are the petty people with wee goals who want to prevent me from playing through ma story ma way. They seem to want to trip me just because they cannot comprehend my drive to be a genius. It may sound grandiloquently megalomaniacal with a hint of paranoia thrown in for good measure, but all it really means is that I want the attention of the relative few who are apt to appreciate me, my company, and what I otherwise have to offer. Most people are allergic to genius. Them damn zombies! Well, I'm sorry but I'm not interested in gold mines, oil wells, shipping or real estate.

I feel like I am repeating myself... Let's talk about Garyos' hair...

[Tanukitsune]

I had this weekend a dream about a war between dwarfs and goblins, somehow I manged to get them into some sort on conference to talk things out in a modern world (?), I found out the like figthing and violence, so I think I suggested them to make up a sport that was violent like rugby...

The werid part comes now... I had some sort of sidekick, I can't remember if it was a friend from the real world or not... But the weird part was that I created the perfect hamburger, by cimbining the dwarfs ideal hamburger to the goblins one... I think I was going to us it to bring peace to them, but when I was going to taste it, I grabbed a piece of bacon that was left over... I woke up!!!

Why did I dream that? I made a burger last night and I was satidfied with its taste and I forgot to add bacon...

[mycroft]

Originally Posted by Kingzjester

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EDIT:Half of this post is crap.The other half is sh*t.

Dearest Kingzjester,
I can relate to your post in more ways than you can possibly imagine.Unfortunately,I am not blessed with an imagination as fertile as yours.Therefore, I do not remember the details of my dreams as explicitly as you do.


It is strange that you mention memory in your post. Are you implying that within the dream you were somehow conscious of the fact that it indeed was a dream ? Moreover,that you were able to use your memory and extract information from it and feed it to your subconscious mind ?

Hmm...this is interesting.For in my case,I am a slave to my subconscious mind in REM sleep.My dreams always seem a wee bit grotesque at first, but in hindsight they all are enriching experiences.I have never ever tried to interpret my dreams.I just feel thankful whenever I'm able to remember them completely.

The only recurring dream I've ever had, is the one I remember most clearly.It was also the one that scared me the most.I have an immense fear of heights you see.And it feels as though my subconsious mind was taunting and mocking me with the dreams.I dreamt a road.A real road in my city.But,like most things in dreams,it was not quite the same.For,if I remember correctly,it was as high as a skyscraper,and just a little bit less steep.I dreamt that I was going down this road in the sky,headed for the ground.No automoblie of any sort was involved.It was as if I was on a rail or something.But,the scariest part is how the brain re-created everything how it should've been.I remember feeling the wind in my face as I went down,the whizz of cars as I went past them,the cacophony of horns,birds,dogs,the smell of a new dawn,a rainy dawn.When I reach the bottom,with incredible speed it seems as though the mind gives way for the body...and I wake up sweating and my heart thumping.Had this all-too realistic dream occur to a heart-patient or something, I can say with some certainity that he will have a stroke.A dream can kill you.


It is also interesting that you felt the warmth of the girl beside you, and her unidentifiable face.I can relate to that as well.You even remember the gun as a Magnum...I really find that fascinating.

And you say that you remember what you said ? I found myself gather a bit of control over my subconscious mind,and there have been instances when I have voluntarily ceased to dream and subsequently wake up.So,I can relate to that too.

It is beyond me to discuss genius.So I'll leave it there.However I've always felt that genius is misunderstood and never appreciated in its time.The only example I can think of is of Sir Isaac Newton.Sure,now everyone and his grandson knows who he is and what he did.But back then,he was an outcast.No one was willing to attend his lectures.He lectured to empty classrooms.And now,the have a chair named after him in the very same university.How's that for unappreciated.

As for Garyos...I think he'll be fine as long as he stays away from porn and junk food for a while.Notice how a lot can be deduced from the miniscule information that we are provided with.Hair.But, there is an infinite importance to it.It has certain very distinguishable qualities.Very unique and rather peculiar.I too have dreamt of hair...but a single strand ? No. Also, notice that the hair is infinitely long. These pieces of information are more than we need to extrapolate and conjecture.


But what if you have a dream that is extremely short,precise and seems out of place.I had a dream only recently that involved me buying Cigarettes.Nothing more.The strangest thing is that I don't smoke.I probably never will.My immediate company does not smoke either.So,what can a dream ,that involves nothing but buying Cigarettes, possibly mean.And the place where I bought them seemed rather familiar,however I cannot put my finger on it.


As for Death.My opinions are no different than yours.

[Wormsie]

I never have nightmares. My dreams are either nice, surreal or they make me feel sick (when they are just voices and images going round and round). I have daymares or pre-sleepmares. I usually get an image that I fall on my back (from a chair, or something), hit my head and die of brain injury. This is a constant fear of mine. It seems to be in connection with my perception of fate. I actually never noticed I believed in that, but I seem to do so. I always believe that whatever happens to me, the end result is bad, I can't achieve my goals, something I can't control prevents me.

I blame my parents.

[syntheticgerbil]

How can you possibly tell me I can't read in my dreams? I've always felt that reading is a very possible function in "waking life," (Oh god, I hate art movies.) but did not think much of it until someone mentioned it. I'm sure it's real for all I'm worth.

Scientific fact? Hah, science. Fa la la la-LA. I don't care about science. They can't prove anything, only say what they have proven. I can't prove they have really said anything and neither can you. Proving proof is impossible. Proving the impossible is as proven as the timeless case of proving that nothing can be proven.

Whatever. I can read. Up your ass, scientist.

[saucyminx]

Urm... is it all right to be the object of a straight, proper, traditionalist, nerdy guy's wet dreams?

[Helen]

I have alot of those Zombie dreams too, I think its my obsession with all the cheesy zombies movies and Resident Evil games, and Im usually not to scared in them either, just ususally trying to kill them or find new ways to kill them, kinda wierd huh?
But my favorite dreams are flying, as Im sure most people do favor those, You feel so free.
I do have alot of dreams about heights and those for me are pretty much nightmares.:eek: