Today was a strange day. I woke up from yet another vivid dream that felt realer than life. I spent the rest of the day disoriented and confused, desperately wanting to return to that other world where I’m more awake than I am here.
I didn’t speak with any of my voices today really. I was just sort of lost. Nothing around me feels real. I feel like energy drifting through more energy. I don’t know how to explain it but it’s very confusing. And it’s upsetting when I can’t do the same things I can in my dreams here. My dreams make sense and the world does not. I’m walking the line between two worlds and it hurts my brain.
In addition I’ve been having constant flashbacks to a trauma I have never experienced. (False memories maybe??) Nevertheless it effects me deeply either way. I stumbled upon triggering material trying to find coping methods for trauma and went into a full blown panic attack. It was awful. I’ve been out of it ever since.
Why doesn’t anything feel real anymore? Or it does feel real, but not concrete? I wish I had better words.
I have some pretty vivid dreams. Some are too fantastic to be real but some seem very convincing that there is a collective subconscious and dreams are shared. This is of course ■■■■■■■■ but that is how some of my dreams geared to convince me of. Most of those dreams are parties. Like another we all have access to where there are no consequences or rules. If they lasted any longer than they do then I’d probably have a hard time coming back to reality. This whole telepathy delusion has really put a twist on these things, but I’m recovering from it. What if the dream world were shared though how crazy would that be. Some people go to sleep other people start surfing the subconscious collective further exploring the possibilities of this existence.
Dreams also feel quite scripted even when they are lucid and I’m in control there always seem to be a script. Who is it that writes our dreams? It is us ourselves. Or is it?
Yeah, it’s hugely disorienting for me. I’ve lived out whole lifetimes in my dreams before. They can last days, weeks, months, years. Once I started a family and raised my son until he was like 10, then spent the next year dealing with the main conflict of the dream. You can see why it’s difficult for me to snap back to reality after dreams like that.
As for the shared subconscious, I had a dream once where I went to this city for lucid dreamers. It was beautiful. Everyone there taught each other tips and tricks they had learned in the dream world. I taught some people how to fly and breathe fire, and some people tried to teach me how to summon objects. It was a lot of fun!
I’ve also had weird dreams that felt like there was a person intruding in them that wasn’t supposed to be there. In those dreams I either wake up or the person is quickly replaced with a normal dream character or disappears.
I feel like the script of my dreams is generally based exactly on what’s going on in my life. Like a dream I had where I was given a list of people and a timer, and if I didn’t touch the next person on the list before the timer went out they would die. Then the timer would reset and I had to find the next person to save.
It directly correlated with my grandma. She lives very far away, and she had a stroke. We most likely won’t be able to visit her again until she is already dead. Thus I’m running out of time and can’t reach her.
When I stop to think about my dreams, a lot of them match up like this. (Not to say all dreams are meaningful, because some are just regurgitated daily events, but a lot are meaningful.)
one time I opened a portal to another dream. They are always parties of some kind. They immediately all got together picked me up and one said your not supposed to be here and then they stuffed me back into the tear I had created in the dream world. Yeah dreams are ■■■■■■■ crazy. I wish I wasn’t schizo it has really ■■■■■■ with my subconscious.
Yep. Once in a dream I was analyzing the dream as it was happening, and then suddenly got the idea to travel to the depths of my subconscious. I told the dream to take me there. My mom was driving me and my dream-brothers and as soon as I said this she swerved and drove directly towards a wall. Everything went to absolute chaos and I flipped out and woke up. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
One time I was lucid dreaming for like 3 days of my sleep schedule. I was playing God over the dream people and at one point they all started to hunt me and chase me there was no escape. They really don’t like it when you ■■■■ around. I was afraid that I had ■■■■■■ up my subconscious and that was how all my dreams were gonna be but alas it reset and my dreams went back to normal.
No, they get so pissed. Once in my dream I wanted coffee so coffee randomly appeared for me. My dream family immediately got hostile and told me to put the coffee down. I said no and kept drinking it. They freaked out and started fighting me!
Usually mine don’t get aggressive though, they just get exasperated. Like if I don’t follow the plot and fly around acting like a little brat like “THIS IS A DREAM I DO WHAT I WANT” they’ve actually said “ugh just ignore her guys.”
It’s weird though because if you think about it real life is the same way. Technically the world mankind created for itself is fake (money is paper, has no real value, yet we give it value. Technically you don’t need an education to survive out in the wild but we use it to get jobs in this whole little play society we’ve made out that has nothing to do with nature or the rest of life), and if you don’t play along by the rules in the waking world you also get in a lot of trouble. Think about it. I find patterns between the waking and dream world all the time and it boggles me.