Dreams: wherever and however did the things that appear in our psych get there?!?!

Yvsa

Yvsa

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With whatever it is going around down here I have had the damnedest dreams that any human alive or has ever lived could have had. This evening Barb woke me up so I could take the meds I needed to take at the time and I was really glad she did, in a way that is, as usually you don't remember dreams as well when allowed to wake on your own.

And I sure as hell wish that I hadn't of remembered this one. It was about five boys, all of them teens 15 and older except for the leader of the group who must've been about 19 or 20 maybe.
*And* it could've only taken place in a place like Somalia because of the blood and guts and the Godawful Gore and where life is cheaper than dirt.
*But* on the other hand it couldn't have been because even though the areas the boys were driving and walking around in were more like the very poor areas in any very large city in the US.

I have never ever seen a movie even begin to approach the filth and Godawful Nastiness that this dream portrayed!!!! :eek: :( :barf: :barf: :eek: :(

I've heard tell that your dream's originate in your psych.
My question is just how in the hell does such things come out of a man's psych that has never seen the horrors of war or any of the other horrors that man seems to bestow on himself?
These things *Just Couldn't* reside in the deep dark recesses of my mind because they are too terrible to tell let alone be real anywhere in the world except for a place like Somalia and even then they approach the unreal and the unseen and the unthought of.
My God I have never thought about such Godawful things in my life and I just can't understand how, why, or when they could've gotten into my psych.

Even my worst thoughts, the ones we all keep secret, have never ever reached the gross severity of what this dream portrayed!
I have had horrible nightmares and horrible dreams about things that were done to me and to loved ones and then on the other side of the spectrum things I did to myself and to my loved ones.
I just am just plain flabbergasted at how something such as the things I saw in this dream could have gotten into my psych.
I'm not the sort of man that delights at such atrocities that mankind is able to visit upon his own kind.
Where in the hell did this come from and how in the hell did it wind up in *my* psych? :confused: :(

I have had other wierd and strange dreams while out of my mind with this illness but nothing even beginning to approach the magnitude of this dream.
I'm afeared I am going to be puzzleing this over in my mind for some time to come wondering just how such horror and disgusting filth crawled into the recesses of my mind.
This dream was worse than anything that Steven King has ever or could have dreamt up and if he ever does and it's made into a movie I hope to not ever see it!!!!:thumbdn: :barf:
 
I can't answer your question, Yvsa. Not properly anyway.

I rarely remember mine unless they're nightmares, or I'd taken Nyquil. The nightmares are gone. Most mornings I wake up with no idea what I'd been dreaming about, but the memorable ones make me wonder.

In one I had years back, I was a Russian soldier. I never did figure out which base I'd been in but I remember that everything was in cyrillic, which would've been a problem for me normally but in this case, I could read it. (Because I was a Russian soldier. Duh.) I could also speak Russian. (See previous sentence.) I've read that numbers and letters are often hard to really read in dreams due to the wonders of the brain's functioning, but I didn't know that this was cyrillic, I could see that this was cyrillic. How many languages use a backwards "R"? As I woke, I could feel my vocabulary slipping away until I remembered none of it. It left me with a very odd sensation. Was that even my dream? Did I get someone else's that night? Did they get mine? Who's in charge of this operation anyway?

Recently I had a weird one about the Camp. I was out of the navy and pretty much who I am now, and what I was doing back there was anyone's guess. I was escorting people who I hadn't worked with around the woods showing them things and we were finding structures back there that no one had known about, some of them quite intricate and old. At one point everyone gathered together on one of the roads for some sort of training, although the road didn't look like any of the ones at the Camp; it looked very close (but not quite identical) to a path in the woods in MA, one that I'd spent a lot of time on as a child. Everything was fine until artillery began falling around us which, I knew, was part of the training. I dove off the road (the brush scratched my face), covered my head with my arms, and opened my mouth because I was concerned about the shockwaves bursting my eardrums. (Can that happen?) Something exploded close behind me and I felt the concussion on my feet and groin, almost like a slap, and it rolled me over.

Which would make perfect sense, if the Camp looked like that...and if I'd ever been subjected to artillery before. Which it doesn't, and I haven't.

The pinch thing? It doesn't work for me. I feel pain in dreams, quite a lot of it in most of my nightmares. I had my throat cut in one and I remember what it felt like, with air moving through the gash in my neck. It's not a subject that I like to delve into. I'm just glad that they're gone.

Some, of course, are easy to understand. There was a period of time where Oscar the Attack Cat liked to fall asleep on me. His M.O. was to roll "upwards" until he was parked securely on my neck. Once I figured it out and taught him not to do this, my occasional nightmare of being strangled suddenly disappeared. :)

The last that I read on it, the experts say that it's just the result of neurons misfiring, kind of like when a computer goes wonky and you wind up with garbage (or a blue screen for us Windows users) on the monitor, except that the brain interprets these as images because that's what it's good at. If this is true, it still tells me that the source of the images are internal...

But how the hell did I know Russian?

We'll probably figure it out someday. There are a few mysteries that I really hope to live long enough to see the answers to. Dreams are one of them.

Maybe you got stuck with someone else's dream that night, and someone in Somalia is wondering where Oklahoma is and what the Swedish bikini team was doing there? ;)
 
Strange.... here it is 4:30 in the morning. At 4:00, I was (in my dream) sitting around a fire with five or six other little Mexican boys like myself, listening to one of my friends sing a sad little song in Spanish. Since I happen to be an aging gringo who can barely speak enough Spanish to order a beer, composing all those rhyming couplets in Spanish was enough to wake me up with a start. I feel better now; think I'll go back to bed. Thanks, amigos.
 
What have you guys been smoking!?






Just kidding.
I've had a few strange dreams..who here hasn't dreamt that they were waxing main street with a buffer?

Also dreamt that my feet were frozen in a lake...complete with bone chilling coldness....then I woke up enough to get my feet off of the metal footboard.:o

Sweet Dreams!! May the swedish bikini team saranade you in spanish!
 
I have spent hours thinking about this Yvsa.
Have had personal experience with the bizarre thoughts that we confront when in a limbo state.

I should not get personal here, but this a subject that may be of use to many.

Sarges last post rang my bell. I too had a companion - 14yrs of
total empathy. In my wisdom, I let her go. Did not want to be a father again. That is enough of that.

Anyhoo.. Later in our relationship C showed evidence of stress from her promotion to management whithin her job.
Talkin tears when arriving home etc.

Desperate, I noticed a flyer that used our local top athletes as recommending meditation as a tool for handling stress.

Ended up in (expensive) classes learning to meditate:eek:

Well, it worked.

O/K no more BS..

One of the symptoms of heading towards total relaxation is the releasing of accumulated thoughts that can cause tension in your mind.

Our tutor likened this to the releasing of pressure when a fizzy bottle is opened.
I have seen people scream and run when this happens.

Yvsa, I believe you were in an involuntary state of consciousness
When your dreams happened. All those disgusting thoughts were leaving your mind. A good thing.

let me explain one more level.

Your mind is like a hard drive..call it "C" everything that is even touched is there forever!

Proof?

Use a viewing program like 'irfan view'or similar, go to < documents and settings> "your" files > local settings> Temporary internet files > content ie5>

Everything you have ever looked at is here. Even if you did not notice.

My point NDN, is that your dreams are like shitting..
An unpleasant but vital function.

Hope this helps..

http://www.ccleaner.com/
 
This is very interesting. Dreams may be a way of releasing stress, but then does that mean when we have the dreams that are so violent and to our knowledge have never experienced or seen anything like it, that our stress is getting to the extreme state and we are about to blow? I've been wondering if I wasn't a terrorist in my past life and am working off some bad Karma in this one.

But you can have these dreams I'm having. Unfortunately I can remember mine with pretty good detail. I have to make a conscious effort to forget them. And each one repeats with a little clearer detail than before. I tried writing them down and got so upset that I couldn't finish. One more reason I don't attend violent movies or watch much news. Too upsetting.

Interesting topic of discussion.
 
Gin, i believe it is like the valve on a pressure cooker.
May well be wrong here!
Those bad dreams are a symptom.
Natures release..
Me - do not have e'm. Don't give a shit anymore:cool:

PS. Don't mean I havn't..

Also, recognised your symptoms some time ago -- shoot me!
 
That's pretty odd, Yvsa. However, for something that every man, woman, child, and animal has done every day and night since the dawn of time, very little is known about sleep. Even less is known about dreams and why we have them. The best I have heard that they have have come up with is causal false truths. "Sleeping is like breathing. It's a natural involuntary action that purges the mind of fragmented scraps of information in a way that the mind can process." Yeah, it's that simple:rolleyes: Breathing might be a natural process to defuse gasses into and out of our system, but what about controlled breathing exercises that center the body and allow it to do amazing feats? I feel the same way about dreams. There are the little odd ones that have to do with getting rid of all the scraps of fluff, then there are the ones that mean something.
As a student of psychology, I am fasinated by dreams. For all the absolute bunk that Freud came up without a shread of imperical evidence, I think he was onto something with Id, Ego, and Super Ego theories. It would explain Yvsa's God awful dream. Basically, the Id is our animalistic side. Our dark part that is out for pleasure and instant gratification. It is the part of us that would act without thinking or caring. Freud said that this part of our personality could only be accessed through psycho therapy or something it would leak out through our dreams. Think of the Id as the devil on your shoulder, the Super Ego as the angel that is so concerned with P's and Q's that it restricts your function, and the Ego as your conscious state (basically the head on your shoulders between the two) that balances out their demands.
When our conscious minds rest, and our unconscious mind releases the pressure on the lid that keeps the Id in, all kinds of nastiness can come out....or so Freud said.

I really wish Rusty was still around. He was very up to snuff on his Jungian psychology. Jung, I believe, had all kinds of dream theories. I really need to pick up some of his books and brush up.

Finally, it could be Clairvoyance. That could be an explination for Yvsa's graphic detail of horror, Dave's Russian-reading, and Berk's Mexican sing along. Maybe you are seeing and experiencing life through the eyes of another. Perhaps our brains have a way to tap into the natural God-given language potential that infants have for language when placed in the right circumstances. Perhaps, in a way, Dave is right. Maybe he was experiencing another's dream, a Russian soldier's dream, and was on some sort of brain wave length. Geeze, if only I had been born 100 years ago. I could have made a ment dishing out psycho analytical theories:D

Personally, my dreams are something like out of a Salvador Dali painting. Very weird and abstract. Most of the time my dreams seem to tap into my unconscious insecurities. Most of my friends consider me a SHTF kind of guy. If there is a problem, find Jake. If they got turned around in the woods, thank God Jake's here. I'm a problem solver, practical, and cold calculated. However, in my dreams I am weak, afraid, and confussed. I find myself in situations where I should know what do do, but don't. I get caught in danger that was easily avoided if I would have stopped and thought about what I was doing. I choke in the clutch and friends and loved ones are lost. I'm a control freak, and my worst possible fear is to panic. My bad dreams are filled with panic. It really makes me wonder. Does my dream reflect my darkest anxieties, or is my disciplined calculated self-assured personality simply a mask that hides the coward that I really am? Am i not being true unto myself, or am i tormented by demons that have found but a small chink in my armour?

Dunno. Guess i won't know until the chips are really down.

Jake
 
Yvsa what I know about dreams is very limited . If the events were a result of your recent illness it may come out in terms that you understand . From what you said your illness was a horrific one . All that stress and effort to fight off an attack on your body . Maybe it was your way of flushing out all the toxins that accumulated in your system.
 
The brain is a two-bit organic computer that is on 24/7, whether you need to use it or (when sleeping) not... think of dreams as a screensaver- images, thrown up at random from memory or imagination.

Some say it's the mind working on problems while we sleep, but it may be vice-versa of that: YOU may come up with a solution having based on the brain's review of random data.

Sleep, and why we need it, is poorly understood...


Ad Astra
 
I had a dream recently, a very vivid dream. It was so vivid, that when I first remembered it, I thought maybe I was remembering a movie.

Then I remembered the feel of the ground shaking as the grenades went off...

A bunker was being assaulted. The first grenade went in, and went off, then one of my boys got hit again from inside the fragged pillbox. So we put another grenade in- that's all I remember.

It was so real. It almost makes me wonder if I was seeing something happening somewhere...

(Edit- despite its vividness, I just started thinking about what the explosions looked like. Grey smoke, not Hollywood gas explosions. The Real Deal. It was gritty. :( )

John
 
Dave Rishar said:
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Recently I had a weird one about the Camp. I was out of the navy and pretty much who I am now, and what I was doing back there was anyone's guess. I was escorting people who I hadn't worked with around the woods showing them things and we were finding structures back there that no one had known about, some of them quite intricate and old. At one point everyone gathered together on one of the roads for some sort of training, although the road didn't look like any of the ones at the Camp; it looked very close (but not quite identical) to a path in the woods in MA, one that I'd spent a lot of time on as a child. Everything was fine until artillery began falling around us which, I knew, was part of the training. I dove off the road (the brush scratched my face), covered my head with my arms, and opened my mouth because I was concerned about the shockwaves bursting my eardrums. (Can that happen?) Something exploded close behind me and I felt the concussion on my feet and groin, almost like a slap, and it rolled me over.

Which would make perfect sense, if the Camp looked like that...and if I'd ever been subjected to artillery before. Which it doesn't, and I haven't.

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Click to expand...

There are two competing theories in quantum physics, one is the 'Schrödinger's Cat' hypothesis, and the other is the 'Multiple Universes' hypothesis.
According to the 'Schrödinger's Cat' hypothesis, reality is a wave function, and things do not 'collapse' into reality until 'observed' by SOMETHING.
The thought experiment goes something like this...
You put a cat in a box that the inside of cannot be observed by any means... You put a radioactive element in with a know half-life... You put a sensor in the box that looks at one particle of the material. You attach poison gas to the sensor, such that, if the particle decays, the poison is released, killing the cat... You leave the cat in the box for one half live of the material... The idea is, that the cat is NEITHER alive OR dead before you open the box... The second you open the box, the wave functions collapse and you find either a dead cat or a live one... This sounds VERY stupid, but it is the basis of quantum physics!:eek:
Of course, in real live, every particle in the box is an 'observer', so it is not quit so bad...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schrödinger's_cat
The 'Multiple Universe' theory states that, whenever a random occurrence occurs(and almost everything is random at an atomic scale), that the universe splits into two separate universes, where a different result occurs in each... This means that somewhere everything that CAN occur, does...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everett_many-worlds_interpretation
The quantum computing crowd uses the Multiple Universe theory, because it provides useful predictions about how to build things while the 'cat' version does not... The strange thing is that both theories will show the same results AFTER the fact, so it is very hard to prove one or the other...
There is a group of brain researchers that believe that neurons MAY have SOME quantum computing going on at a very low level...
And some, admittedly 'far out' speculation, says that there may be communication between the multiple version of yourself...
If true, then, it is entirely possible that those evens actually happened!:eek:
I do not like the idea that someone snapped my neck a few months ago, but it sure would help explain the more strange but realistic dreams where you know things that you have no right to, and they turn out to be correct...
 
I had 2 vivid dreams recently:

One I was in this class and a light bulb went out. I climbed up on the lab table to change it. When I climbed up there I noticed that I had stepped in Dogsh*t and had left it on the table, so I am hiding my feet under the table and hoping nobody notices. When I woke up my cat was laying on my chest with his dirty rear end jacked up under my nose:barf:

The other was that I smelled cat p*ss in my house and I was smelling clothes, the furniture, potted plants trying to find where it was. Finally I said to myself "How in the h*ll can I find this it's so strong that the whole room smells like it" at which point I woke up and determined that a skunk had sprayed outside and it had drifted into my house.:D
 
There are dreams that are real...I have these way too often,I wake up feeling tired-like I never slept at all...sometimes I dream something and it happens-that goes on with me too much as well!!

One vivid one I had a few years ago that still bugs me,even scares me a bit is one where I was going down an interstate and there where army trucks;humvees;tanks driving up and down and helicopters flying all over....the only thing I remember saying is "never thought this could happen in the US hn?"

Dunno what it ment,but I feel it's real..and it's going to happen.
 
Hi Yvsa:

Some would say they might be hints about a past life. Many cultures believe in this. Some psychiatrists treat ailments in this life through past life regression therapy. Many claim to have benefitted from that therapy.

Have you ever been good at something and don't know why you are good at it because you really haven't had any training in it? Some say it could be a skill or trait from a previous life.

Ever read Many Lives Many Masters by Dr. Brian Weiss? It's interesting.

Has anybody had any experience in this field?

Thanks, Steve
 
I guess I sort of subscribe to the notion of dreams being a pressure valve,
or subconcious processing of emotions theories.
Sometimes I go weeks or months not remembering my dreams.
I have had some incredibly real dreams, feeling pain enough to awake
frome it. While detoxing from alcohol, I had "snake dreams" as I call them.
Horrible, feeling the scales on my skin, the coldness.
I have had dreams where I was drunk as a Lord, and woke up so convinced
I had drank, I called my sponsor to report a "slip".

I really believe science doesn't know squat about the overall capabilities
of the human brain.

DaddyDett
 
Simple-minded as I am, I just envision dreams being the result of an old-time Post Office worker on the night shift, sorting letters into pigeon-holes, as he leans back on a high stool.

Sometimes he puts the wrong mail in a pigeon hole and strange stuff occurs.

But I love my dreams--they are rich, complex, and filled with really interesting relationships. Most of the relationships don't make sense upon reflection, but they flow marvelously when occurring.
 
Hadn't realized this thread had so many posts I hadn't read in it.:o

Steve, I wasn't aware there was such a book but I have read some about ancient memories that's caught up somehow in the genetic memory whatever the hell that is.

My problem is that I dream in real technicolor with all the sights, sounds, and smells associated with such.
My dreams can get quite graphic to say the least.:barf: :(
I'm not going into the details because even though there are indeed places on earth where life is as cheap as what this dream was about.
It was about man's inhumanity against man with blood, guts, poop, human entrails all run over with cars and people going about their business as usual attitude.
It was almost like a carnival of the dead, maybe it's the zombie threads we've had continuing here.;) :o
What made it even worse it was a very, very, rainy night and hot so the humidity was close and the smells even closer.
The smell of rotting entrails and their contents was horrific at different areas of the very large city we were in.
I haven't dwelt on it since I first spoke of it but the horror of it is still with me and I'm afraid that it will be for a long time.
I just hope it doesn't turn into one of my recurring dreams!!!! :eek: :(
 
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