Eerie gathering.

Hi y’all,                                             

I had this crazy dream last night and I just have to write it down. I’m supposed to be studying right now, school is really trying to slaughter me these days, so I’m just sneaking around on the net on my phone. So please forgive me if there are any errors, I’m too lazy to check my spelling. Anyways, to the dream.                  

I’m on my way home from the cinema with three of my friends, in the middle of the night, we’re walking through my neighborhood when we see a soccer field to our right, where a bunch of kids are skating. I notice that one of the kids is this boy who goes to my school. I should probably mention that my school’s half an hour away from where I live and there’s no way in hell that boy skates. So we keep on walking, and suddenly, this carriage passes us with a boy on it. He’s standing on a skateboard and has these weird looking knives strewn around him. I get this bad feeling, but we keep on walking. A few feet ahead, there’s a big crowd of people. It was like a nighttime underground party. The crowd consisted of a bunch of gypsies and skater, all looking very creepy. There’s more of the knives all around the ground and everywhere, there are little bottles of green liquid that resembles arsenic. The people are drinking the unknown liquid and are being rowdy. I freak out and look to my friends, but can only see one – the others have disappeared. The remaining friend gives me an unsettling smile and walks toward the people. One of the skaters give her a purple velvet dress which she puts on, and then she takes a shot of the green stuff. Out of nowhere, she whips out this cube made of glass and smashes it on the ground. She picks up the big, very sharp, shards and I immediately know what she’s going to do – she’s going to try to kill me. I start running, eventually running so fast that everything around me turns blurry. When I look behind me, I see that my friend, although that formality is now debatable, is right there, flinging the shards, just barely missing me, with an evil smile. I eventually reach the apartment door and almost give a sigh of relief, until I see that the door is locked. I’m desperately janking the door knob when I feel a sharp jab in my back. My final thought is: “I’m dying.” and then I wake up.                                                 

I love how my dreams always creep my out. Me and my friends in class have started reading about lucid dreaming, one of us frequently stumble into DILD, but our ultimate goal is WILD. We want to really master it. Imagine the possibilities…

We can’t shake it.

Term of the day: Lucid dreaming

I’ll start by explaining it a little. Lucid dreaming is when you’re dreaming and are aware of it, either you’re conscious of the fact that you’re dreaming as soon as you start or you eventually come to that conclusion after a time has passed. Having lucid dreams has often been linked to being able to control them, as both often happen in the same dream.

I read this blog post, and unsurprisingly enough, it perked my interest. Pretty much anything that has to do with the mind interests me actually…just thought I’d let you know, since it’s not reflected in this blog at all. Wow, sarcasm translates really well into text. Funny how I was sarcastic when saying (or writing, I should say) that sarcasm translates badly in writing. As if that’d translate well? Oh, the irony. Where was I? Right, the post. Anyways, it was written by Alex Gaskarth, a member of All Time Low (Yes, I am aware of the frequent mentioning of this band. You got a problem with that? Didn’t think so.), on the subject of lucid dreaming. Apparently, he experienced it and from what he’s written, it seems pretty amazing. And frightening.

So, I decided to do what I normally do, I wikied that shit (it’s a WA thing) and read about it some more. Apparently it can be used to “cure” nightmares, and by nightmares I assume they mean the kind of nightmares that occur very often and scars a person mentally…or maybe the other way around, a person who is scarred has nightmares because of it. It says that it helps if the person knows it’s just a dream, and I guess that makes sense. Another thing I read is that you can increase the chances of experiencing lucid dreaming if you keep a dream journal, you keep it close to you and write down what you’ve dreamt as soon as you wake up. I think I’m going to start writing a dream journal, maybe not so much for the lucid dreaming, but more for the sake of it. Sometimes, I dream some really bizarre stuff, and it would be interesting to be able to read about them later, when I’ve probably forgotten them. Plus, it will look really funny to have a book filled with bogus “stories”.

Something I first read in the post, but didn’t quite understand until later, is that when Alex knew he was dreaming, he wanted to look in a mirror, which magically appeared (So cool!), because he had read in an article (Is it bad that him reading odd articles makes me feel a connection? Yeah, that’s what I thought.) that that’s what you should do. Here’s where the frightening part comes in, he describes the experience like this: “what I saw was an eerie, shadowed reflection of myself who’s features were distorted to the point of scaring me enough to force myself awake.” I swear to God, my heart started pounding so hard when I read that. I mean, I was literally quivering with fear. And a sick part of me got morbidly interested. Like, I wonder what I would see if looked in a mirror? I will probably regret even wondering in the first place if I ever get the chance to see the answer, which, apparently, is the same reaction Alex had (No, I did not think/say to myself that we are kindred spirits! Yes, I do know that that’s farfetched…kinda. Okay, it is! Jesus, can’t a girl dream? Pun not intended, but I wish it was *gigglesnort*). Now that I think about it, it’s always when I’m afraid that I get interested in something and have to (Yes, have to. Even if I try to suppress the curiosity, it niggles at my brain until I give in.) read about it more. It’s actually the same thing when I see a horror film or thriller on TV, the rational part of me switches the channel because I know I’ll have nightmares, but the abnormality-loving part of me always changes back, just to switch it again. This goes on, and in the end, I’ve practically seen the whole movie…in flickers. Back to the topic. We were at…deranged reflection in the mirror part. Then I read, on Wiki, that there are a couple of ways to prove to yourself that you’re dreaming, if you ever happen to be able to control your dreams:

  • You can do the usual “pinch me, I’m dreaming” thing, although it probably won’t work. Even though you don’t feel the pain of a physical pinch, it can be simulated by the brain. Which will leave you thinking that you’re awake, when you’re actually asleep. So, this classic is obviously…bullshit. This is, in my opinion, highly unsettling.
  • You can look at a text or a digital clock, remember what it says, look away and then look back. In a dream, the content will likely change. Is it just me or does this sound…highly unsettling?
  • You can try flipping a light switch. If you’re dreaming, the light probably won’t change. This is only slightly unsettling, the grandeur of being able to make a light switch appear by pure will makes up for the creepiness…a little.
  • As Alex wrote about, if you look at yourself in a mirror, your reflection will probably be blurred, distorted, incorrect or frightening. Being able to make a mirror appear does not make up for anything in this case. Still highly unsettling.
  • If familiar music is playing, you can see if the lyrics have changed or if the tempo of the song has increased. *silence with eyes big as saucers* Yep, highly unsettling.

I just wanted to add that sometimes during a dream like this, you will dream that you wake up. Then, thinking you’re awake, you will do your daily routines…while sleeping. So it’s a dream within a dream. Highly unsettling? I think so too.

So, in conclusion, this is some freaky shit. I’m scared, and I almost don’t want to fall asleep tonight, but I’m also fascinated…and desperately want to experience this (yes, I know I don’t make sense whatsoever. Thank you for pointing out that I’m abnormal.) And, for some reason, fascination always trumps fright. Now that I think about it, it’s actually mind overpowering body. Interesting.

Tune of the day, because the music reminds me of dreaming, it’s slack (that’s what she said) and relaxing, but at the same time it’s a bit hectic and busy. I like that it has a small amount of words, it let’s you enjoy the music…sometimes, words are unnecessary. Cheers for still reading:

The American Analog Set – Hard to Find

(Oh and btw, even though this post contains the same subjects as the ones brought up in the movie Inception, I did not have it in mind while writing. Ironically enough though, I did see that movie the other week. I recommend it. Not that that is of high importance, the whole world does too. Okay, I’m exaggerating. It’s still good though.)

I could go on and on about these things, but lucky for you, my eyelids are heavy as lead and it physically hurts to type right now. I guess that’s a sign that I should go to bed, right? Right. Then why am I typing this? It must be the lack of sleep, it’s affecting my ability to think logically. I love that I am able to write that, but still won’t go to sleep. Some one just logged on with the status “sleeping” included in the username. Obviously that person is asleep. Talk about multitasker, chatting while sleeping. Good to see the snarkiness is intact. Who gives a fuck about logic? All I need is my sarcasm and I’m good. Okay, I’ll stop now. No seriously, this mini-ramble within the already rambling post is getting longer than the actual post. I’m going to sleep now…srsly. Yay me. Okay, I’ll stop. Good night.