I haven't had any more dreams that I could remember when I woke up. Well there was one that was bad, but now I forget what that was about.

For years now, I've been waking up every single morning to a random song. Sometimes (but rarely) songs I don't even like. The song appears the very first second I'm awake. So I keep wondering if the song was the soundtrack of the last dream, and it just keeps going on when I wake up, or if it starts then.

aban57 wrote:For years now, I've been waking up every single morning to a random song. Sometimes (but rarely) songs I don't even like. The song appears the very first second I'm awake. So I keep wondering if the song was the soundtrack of the last dream, and it just keeps going on when I wake up, or if it starts then.

Real songs? I had a fake country song playing in one dream as I drove down a Chelsea (Massachusetts) street. My brain was writing it on the fly, apparently. Which shows the shallowness of countruy music. I can write that shit in my sleep.
But our brains are constantly inventing new places, and people in our dreams so I guess it's no more fascinating than that. Which is very.

Last night was a good one, I found a tabby kitty who took to me right away. I was walking down a steep wooded hill carrying a textbook-sized book in my arm, with the tabby perched on top all content. I love cats.

The_Piper wrote:

aban57 wrote:For years now, I've been waking up every single morning to a random song. Sometimes (but rarely) songs I don't even like. The song appears the very first second I'm awake. So I keep wondering if the song was the soundtrack of the last dream, and it just keeps going on when I wake up, or if it starts then.

Real songs? I had a fake country song playing in one dream as I drove down a Chelsea (Massachusetts) street. My brain was writing it on the fly, apparently. Which shows the shallowness of countruy music. I can write that shit in my sleep.
But our brains are constantly inventing new places, and people in our dreams so I guess it's no more fascinating than that. Which is very.

Last night was a good one, I found a tabby kitty who took to me right away. I was walking down a steep wooded hill carrying a textbook-sized book in my arm, with the tabby perched on top all content. I love cats.

Yep, real songs, sometimes songs I heard the day before, sometimes not.

The neighbor’s alarm clock.


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Having some nutty ones lately.
The other night I was water skiing across a bay in a generic city with Donald Trump. We went to a peninsula across the bay where there was a nondescript military base. Trump and I were talking to some of the people there, and I looked up to see Trump on a fictitional Sea doo type craft, going back across the bay without me, leaving me there. The leaving me behind part is realistic.
Then all of a sudden I was with Jeb Bush on bicycles, and he was doing amazing tricks like bunny hopping against a wall and flipping 360 degrees and landing back on his wheels. I said "Whoa gnarly!" We rode from the peninsula back to the generic city, where Trump was giving the "rapists" speech while circled by a group of people. YouTube was on autoplay playing Trump videos when I woke up, which explains that.

The next night I dreamed that I was meeting the YouTuber "Isaac Arthur" (great channel with futurist/AI/ space content btw), only he didn't come from Ohio, he came from a different solar system. Which Ohio may as well be anyway.

That reminds me, last night I dreamed I met Laklak. We were soldiers in the woods trying to avoid being shot by whoever we were fighting against. When we survived that, we went to Laklak's house which was off the beaten path in a dense forest. The ocean was close to the property too. His wife was cooking dinner while I got to walk around the surrounding forest alone.

Well, hello!

Been months, or years, even, since I last logged in.

Had a weird dream, featuring Trump, parts of which I wish were real.

We were walking along, in a park, surrounded by his security and I was explaining some Hungarian saying to him and how it's different in English, but still applicable to something we were discussing. We stopped. He slowly looked around, turning away from me and as I moved to immediately break his neck, from behind, I realized I actually had no idea how to do that. So, I stepped away and to side to some random people to ask how it's done. They started showing me chops and finger-strikes to different parts of the neck, as part of a series of hits that was required and just as I was thinking it's too much, a guy spoke up, voicing my concerns that all of that would take too long and it needs to be fast. Then I turned around and saw Trump was already being escorted inside some fucking walled off place (that looked like a medieval city with a large stone wall and gate). And I cussed, complaining that he was right there, within arms reach and that I could have snapped his fucking neck, but I lost my chance, damn it!!

I dreamt that an acquaintence worked for NASA, and took me on a cruise through the solar system. We went past the orbit of Pluto and back to Earth in the same day.
There was one realistic aspect, we never flew by any planets, moons, asteroids, comets, dwarf planets, minor planets, ET's. It was still pretty awesome.

For those of you deprived of experiencing a heart attack, and given the privilege taking the anti cholesterol drug Lipitor as a result, you will never know the effect it has on dreams. Longer, more detailed, 8K vivid, emotion driven intense dreams involving both direct association with the real wold and Dr. Seuss level impossibles as a result of this drug. I’ve been awakened by laughing, crying, screaming in horror and pissed off so deeply I was shaking over the past year.

Monday I’m having a followup cath procedure to see if any further blockages have developed, or if the aortic swelling has progressed. If the results are good I can stop taking both the Lipitor and the blood thinner Plavix. Maybe the IMAX production “head movies” I’ve experienced over the past year + will back down to my normal demented level.

RS

theropod_V_2.0 wrote:For those of you deprived of experiencing a heart attack, and given the privilege taking the anti cholesterol drug Lipitor as a result, you will never know the effect it has on dreams. Longer, more detailed, 8K vivid, emotion driven intense dreams involving both direct association with the real wold and Dr. Seuss level impossibles as a result of this drug. I’ve been awakened by laughing, crying, screaming in horror and pissed off so deeply I was shaking over the past year.

Monday I’m having a followup cath procedure to see if any further blockages have developed, or if the aortic swelling has progressed. If the results are good I can stop taking both the Lipitor and the blood thinner Plavix. Maybe the IMAX production “head movies” I’ve experienced over the past year + will back down to my normal demented level.

RS

Good Luck!

The cath results were the best possible. The stent is “wide open” according to my cardio Dr. and no other blockages. The enlarged aorta has remained the same since the heart attack. I’m going to be able to come off the Plavix and maybe the Lipitor too. That will depend on another blood test in a month to see if the good/bad cholesterol levels stay on the good side without the meds. I’m hopeful and proactive. Very little bad stuff is going down my throat!

In the short time I’ve been off the Lipitor my dreams have returned to merely insane instead of Hollywood special effects masterpieces.

RS

theropod_V_2.0 wrote:

In the short time I’ve been off the Lipitor my dreams have returned to merely insane instead of Hollywood special effects masterpieces.

RS

I know the feeling. I don't know if it's the new anti-depressant's effects, but my dreams have been very vivid lately.
2 nights ago, I dreamt that I was with the Avengers. Stark built a new IA that went crazy and started self-building bunkers and buildings everywhere, including underwater. So he created new armors, including an amazing one for me, and then it gets a little blurry because I don't really know what we fought.
Then it stopped, and it turns out it was in fact a movie, with a brand-new technology I was among the first to try. There were cameras all over the movie theater, and that created a 3D model that was injected into a real character in the movie. Like a RPM (Role Playing Movie, as opposed to Role Playing Game). So I went out of the theater, had a chat with a couple people asking for my opinion, and told them that the movie was OK, but not great. The new technology was incredibly immersive though. Then I ran into a young girl (about 10), asking me if the new tech was worth it, and I told her something like that :
"I wouldn't advise it. It gives you an incredibly good feeling while it lasts, saving the world, flying around, but then you go out, and realize that in real life you'll never be able to achieve anything that great, and it will crush your mind."

Mid-life crisis much ?

That tech must be worth something though.

Not quite on topic but - when I do recall my dreams they seem to have more clarity than remembering actual people or incidents has. It is like they are all in there, complete and unchanged, even if just beyond the reach of recollection. I don't know if this reveals something about the nature of dreams or even if it is idiosyncratic.

I had years of flying dreams when I was younger that I never woke remembering, yet decades later I remembered having them, including images and fragments with great clarity. (Somehow those nightmares of being chased had a way out - I could launch into the sky and leave the monsters behind. Luckily they didn't discover the power of flight and come after me! Similarly with falling dreams, I could escape.)

I don't know why but those dreams seemed more substantial than "real" memory. Whether they actually are in there complete and unchanged or if that conviction itself is illusory I don't know.

I’ve had all sorts of flying dreams. Some by sheer will, and others by insane machines. Some were terrifying while others were serene. I remember a couple times I was shaken so that it took hours to let the emotions go.

RS

I dreamed I drove somewhere far away, parked my car, and did some stuff. When I came back to the parking area, my car was gone.

WTF. Nobody's ever had that kind of dream before.

I also dreamed that I went for groceries and, among other things, bought a zucchini. When I got home, the zucchini was missing. What could it mean?

Bernie was in my dream this morning, briefly. I was back at work for the post office, trying to remember where my cash drawer was and was running late getting started because of it. Instead of not having been there for over 15 years, I had only been gone a few days and my boss laughed at me for forgetting how to start work. I eventually found the cash drawers and was getting mine, when Bernie stepped into the doorway still wearing an overcoat. I recognized the face, but initially mistook him for a coworker and said hi. He said something like a disheartened "uh", and walked away.

Post #33 about my dream belongs in the rant thread, not this one. All I know about Brother West is him calling everyone brother.

The post about my dream with the Bernie cameo got moved with the Cornel West posts. Here's what I wrote, if anyone has any slight interest.

Bernie was in my dream this morning, briefly. I was back at work for the post office, trying to remember where my cash drawer was and was running late getting started because of it. Instead of not having been there for over 15 years, I had only been gone a few days and my boss laughed at me for forgetting how to start work. I eventually found the cash drawers and was getting mine, when Bernie stepped into the doorway still wearing an overcoat. I recognized the face, but initially mistook him for a coworker and said hi. He said something like a disheartened "uh", and walked away.

The_Piper wrote:The post about my dream with the Bernie cameo got moved with the Cornel West posts. Here's what I wrote, if anyone has any slight interest.

Bernie was in my dream this morning, briefly. I was back at work for the post office, trying to remember where my cash drawer was and was running late getting started because of it. Instead of not having been there for over 15 years, I had only been gone a few days and my boss laughed at me for forgetting how to start work. I eventually found the cash drawers and was getting mine, when Bernie stepped into the doorway still wearing an overcoat. I recognized the face, but initially mistook him for a coworker and said hi. He said something like a disheartened "uh", and walked away.

Probably should've been moved here: http://www.rationalskepticism.org/gener ... 44103.html