Deja vu on two seperate occasions has saved my life twice. Both while driving and being able to recognize it from a dream down to people, place and things and as I realized it was able to adjust reality. Once it was due to a wheel barrel falling out of the truck( in my dream it went through the windshield- in reality as I was like this is from my dream I swerved as I saw the wheel barrel take flight and self and passengers were ok) second time I ran a red light and died in oncoming traffic in my dream. Down to the song playing and clothes I was wearing as I approached the yellow light I said you better not to myself and was glad I did as the gun was jumped by the first car from the opposite direction and I most assuredly would have died. I still ended up flipping that jeep over but was ok and alone when it hydroplaned and happened going around a wet uphill curve but what's weird is it was the same vehicle that my Mom had given me and she had a dream about getting into a deadly accident in the same vehicle and it always freaked her out with how vivid it was. Coincidence who knows but I was glad for the dreams and subconscious to conscious recall. Now whenever I have Deja vu bc I still do I do something to change a variable. I have all kinds of dreams too, it's fun but alas I would never trust a Freudian with them. Keep dreaming man. Just don't go Dostovesky if you get in an argument in one and let it affect your real life. 🙂😁🙏
“I am driving through the mountains, and I am simultaneously so happy and so sad. What does it mean?”
THAT feeling.
It’s everywhere, often. Highly prevalent in the dream realm 😊 MAX DOSE OF ALL THINGS!
I have many dreams of another life where I have to adjust upon awakening to what is real. Those linger. They make me think.
When I was a kid, I would always wake up convinced that my mom was mad at me based on what I had been dreaming. Now I just wake up waiting to see, where/when I am.
Now, my dreams are so vivid as an adult, I wonder if other people KNOW when they have made an appearance there.
And if I have lost my car, I am not just walking around looking for my car, I am buzzing through a city street by hovering with my body just above the road, and following the side of the road where little floating robots are located (which make the hover area work?) but I also know that the little robots can drive away and they are driven by people like me, my size. But the little robot things (cars?) are only a third of my size. I am cold out here buzzing along the street in some hideous “nightgown” that looks like a hospital robe. And I am thinking even dimensionally impossible things like “whoever is inside of that thing and driving it is nice and warm” As though that would be physically possible, for me to shrink myself down to get into one.
I have the “I left my child somewhere alone dream” Those are nightmares.
The one where you spend your whole dream desperate to get to your child.
I have fought time and space and tigers and people and all kinds of things for my children.
I may have had sleep paralysis as a kid and not known it, or there was some dark stuff in our house, or I have a vivid dream imagination. (or a combination of all of those) But I saw things.
A lot of things.
It was scary, often.
I do not want to get into it too much. But if I wanted to do horror, I would have plenty of material to work with in my imagination(experience?). However, I do not.
My recurring nightmare when I was tiny, like my earliest bad dream, was mickey mouse screaming inside of a huge house with many different rooms, which I could kind of see into like how you would view the inside of a dollhouse. Each room was a different color and there were confetti flying through the air. It looked like things were supposed to be happy, but they were not happy. I do not know if it was Micky Mouse screaming or if it was other children screaming in a Mickey Mouse House. That was a recurring nightmare. I had nightmares about every show I watched. Scooby Doo, Star Trek, I am sure there were more.
I had to get rid of my porcelain doll collection because I started having nightmares about them and they were always staring at me.
One of them appeared on a fictional book called “The Doll”. I got rid of her immediately.
I had a recurring dream when I hit puberty that I won’t get into, but it really makes me wonder. It was a floating guy above my bed………..
I have had many cycles of recurring dreams, come to think of it.
Another time in my life when I was a single adult, I had another floating guy above my bed dream. I wrote a poem about it. That floating guy was more like a golden skinned angel. The first floating guy was a little creepy and in a black cloak. He was not poetry worthy.
As an adult, I recently had a bad dream about a diver friend who LOVED her sharks. She loved to trust them and swim with them and love on them. One dark day, I was standing up on the doc over some HUGE (impossibly large) Hammerheads. She was there in dive equipment. The scene opens to her jumping in with AN ENORMOUS one, coming right up from VERY deep. It does not go well for her. I won’t describe it. I don’t want to leave a mark. It felt like it really happened. I was in a daze for days after that wondering if I had a friend that died that way in another life. That’s how real it felt.
I could go on here for days. I have a LOT to say on the subject. My dreams became too vivid after the concussion. For a minute, everything was intensified even MORE. Only for a day or two. I am glad that went away. That was too much. I have stabilized again.
I look forward to flying again. I like it when I fly. Usually when I am “flying” I am not really “flying” I am taking giant steps on a giant pair of legs and I kind of jump up…..and just stay up for a long while before I come down.
I have the occasional nightmare, but generally they are just weird.
I have all of the dreams. The people in my house claim that they do not dream. I find that troubling. I wonder why they don’t dream? It kind of concerns me a little. I cannot fathom it. I wake up with a song blaring in my head, or the last words someone was saying as I came to, lyrics to a song someone was making up that don't exist, I wake up laughing, I wake up so curious about what the HECK brought THAT on? They just wake up. I don’t get it.
Thank you for that word, ubiety, I definitely get that, lots of architecture, and streets, buildings all places I have never seen or been, also lots of people I’ve no memory of. I lost my mum couple years ago and have had some lovely dreams, one just recently and in the dream I was aware as the meeting (group with a mission) was ending that she was going again and I told her all the good stuff. She is never upset and I only filled with love. Being able to see her so vividly is such a consolation.
Like you, I often dream of places. Sometimes I would have to say that I’m dreaming of architectural surroundings: a house that goes on and on, one room after the next, often with a piano in every room. My extra special dreams have background music, like the soundtrack of a big screen romance.
The most amazing dream experience I’ve had was a recurring dream: I was in school, probably college level, and I had signed up for a class that I never attended. I kept thinking that I should go to the registrar and drop the class; but then I would think maybe I could get caught up if I would just look at the textbook, and maybe actually go to the class. The dream would end and I would still be in the quandary of trying to catch up vs dropping the class. I had the same dream for weeks, maybe months, not every night, but repeatedly. As time went on, in the dream the semester was progressing—it was getting closer to the deadline for dropping the class. Finally, I had a dream in which I went to the registrar and dropped the class. That was the last dream in the series. I have no explanation for what stimulated the series of dreams, or why/how I managed to end it—though I do believe I had some agency in bringing the unconscious dilemma to a conclusion.
I have a wild and fun dream life, mostly. I have a few recurring scary ones, a weird house in particular that is eerie AF! I get creeped out thinking about it in the day. I too have lots of flirtatious and sometimes very sexual dreams which I really like. I have blown many a chance in the dream world with amazing beings because I didn't want to be cheating on my wife!! Guess that's good, I never have cheated on her, doesn't really cross the mind, except in dreams. I used to wait tables a lot, I still have dreams on that usually centered on this restaurant on an outdoor mall i worked at in C'ville, Virginia. Those are almost feverish like having to walk two miles to get someone's wine as my section is over full and people are looking for me, or I don't have any pants on and can't find them. Lots of family dreams, was raised by a narcissist mother who is now lorded over by a narcissist sister. Yikes. I've finally been able to tell them all i needed in dreams. Many doomsday adventure dreams, skies full of aliens and me saying shit like "I told you so!" lol. The science explanations, for me, of dreams, and their talk of chemicals and all that seem like utter horse crap really. They really don't have any clue, as with most things in my humble opinion. All animals dream, wonder if the plants have their version. It's a wild world! I look forward to sleeping and dreaming every night. Oooooh, some sexy lady was trying to get me last night but, once again, i was reluctant and loyal. I gotta' learn to break that habit! Cheers!
I've slowly begun to realize that many of my dreams are connected. Either that, or my brain is very lazy. Streets, buildings, or even people I've seen in one dream will appear months later in other dreams.
Most dreams I largely forget and take place in mundane places like post offices, office buildings, or Walmarts.
The dreams I often remember vividly are either those that revolve around me wandering as various different people; killing something; running from someone chasing me; mass shootings; or are just flat out weird. (Ever been a cat driving a car, or to a church with escalators as pews?)
Sometimes, the dreams are blatantly spiritual in nature, involving me interacting with an angel or deity of some sort. These have given me a lot to think about, certainly.
But one of the best dreams I had was when I was 14. In the dream, I woke up in bed and beside me was a woman I had never seen before, but instantly recognized as my wife. She was a beautiful woman with dark hair and eyes. She laughed when I awoke, telling me I had a long night and was glad I had gotten rest. I looked down in her arms and saw a tiny newborn: our son. His name was Alexander. Sometimes I wonder where they came from or why I had that dream.
Once or twice a year I will dream I am back at my old work place where I spent twenty-eight years, and was glad to be able to take an early retirement. I call these reoccurring nightmares.
Deja vu on two seperate occasions has saved my life twice. Both while driving and being able to recognize it from a dream down to people, place and things and as I realized it was able to adjust reality. Once it was due to a wheel barrel falling out of the truck( in my dream it went through the windshield- in reality as I was like this is from my dream I swerved as I saw the wheel barrel take flight and self and passengers were ok) second time I ran a red light and died in oncoming traffic in my dream. Down to the song playing and clothes I was wearing as I approached the yellow light I said you better not to myself and was glad I did as the gun was jumped by the first car from the opposite direction and I most assuredly would have died. I still ended up flipping that jeep over but was ok and alone when it hydroplaned and happened going around a wet uphill curve but what's weird is it was the same vehicle that my Mom had given me and she had a dream about getting into a deadly accident in the same vehicle and it always freaked her out with how vivid it was. Coincidence who knows but I was glad for the dreams and subconscious to conscious recall. Now whenever I have Deja vu bc I still do I do something to change a variable. I have all kinds of dreams too, it's fun but alas I would never trust a Freudian with them. Keep dreaming man. Just don't go Dostovesky if you get in an argument in one and let it affect your real life. 🙂😁🙏
-things that happened that could not possibly be true
at five
i would lay down to sleep in the crib
-yo ma crib - lol
i would awake on a high cliff
alone in the wind
heart beating
knowing why i was there again
i look out at the same stormy weather that is always here
the same winds pull at me
i look down
-i pause the movie and zoom out
-it's perhaps ...
-fifteen hundred feet to the rocks below
i look down
onto the distant rocks
my will flutters briefly
but then i am certain
again
step
step
step
jump
fall
falling
the wind screams
i gather my intention
i know it is possible
-wham!-
dead again - wake up - then real sleep - ahhhh
night after night
-i have no memory of mentioning this
-to my teenage parents
it feels like hundreds of times now
but it must have been less than that
~
on the last dream
i got the trick
just before the rocks
-voom! - out across the plain - arms straight out to the sides - mind centered in body
since then
flight has been a common
companion
in the night world
-thanks for asking :)
“I am driving through the mountains, and I am simultaneously so happy and so sad. What does it mean?”
THAT feeling.
It’s everywhere, often. Highly prevalent in the dream realm 😊 MAX DOSE OF ALL THINGS!
I have many dreams of another life where I have to adjust upon awakening to what is real. Those linger. They make me think.
When I was a kid, I would always wake up convinced that my mom was mad at me based on what I had been dreaming. Now I just wake up waiting to see, where/when I am.
Now, my dreams are so vivid as an adult, I wonder if other people KNOW when they have made an appearance there.
And if I have lost my car, I am not just walking around looking for my car, I am buzzing through a city street by hovering with my body just above the road, and following the side of the road where little floating robots are located (which make the hover area work?) but I also know that the little robots can drive away and they are driven by people like me, my size. But the little robot things (cars?) are only a third of my size. I am cold out here buzzing along the street in some hideous “nightgown” that looks like a hospital robe. And I am thinking even dimensionally impossible things like “whoever is inside of that thing and driving it is nice and warm” As though that would be physically possible, for me to shrink myself down to get into one.
I have the “I left my child somewhere alone dream” Those are nightmares.
The one where you spend your whole dream desperate to get to your child.
I have fought time and space and tigers and people and all kinds of things for my children.
I may have had sleep paralysis as a kid and not known it, or there was some dark stuff in our house, or I have a vivid dream imagination. (or a combination of all of those) But I saw things.
A lot of things.
It was scary, often.
I do not want to get into it too much. But if I wanted to do horror, I would have plenty of material to work with in my imagination(experience?). However, I do not.
My recurring nightmare when I was tiny, like my earliest bad dream, was mickey mouse screaming inside of a huge house with many different rooms, which I could kind of see into like how you would view the inside of a dollhouse. Each room was a different color and there were confetti flying through the air. It looked like things were supposed to be happy, but they were not happy. I do not know if it was Micky Mouse screaming or if it was other children screaming in a Mickey Mouse House. That was a recurring nightmare. I had nightmares about every show I watched. Scooby Doo, Star Trek, I am sure there were more.
I had to get rid of my porcelain doll collection because I started having nightmares about them and they were always staring at me.
One of them appeared on a fictional book called “The Doll”. I got rid of her immediately.
I had a recurring dream when I hit puberty that I won’t get into, but it really makes me wonder. It was a floating guy above my bed………..
I have had many cycles of recurring dreams, come to think of it.
Another time in my life when I was a single adult, I had another floating guy above my bed dream. I wrote a poem about it. That floating guy was more like a golden skinned angel. The first floating guy was a little creepy and in a black cloak. He was not poetry worthy.
As an adult, I recently had a bad dream about a diver friend who LOVED her sharks. She loved to trust them and swim with them and love on them. One dark day, I was standing up on the doc over some HUGE (impossibly large) Hammerheads. She was there in dive equipment. The scene opens to her jumping in with AN ENORMOUS one, coming right up from VERY deep. It does not go well for her. I won’t describe it. I don’t want to leave a mark. It felt like it really happened. I was in a daze for days after that wondering if I had a friend that died that way in another life. That’s how real it felt.
I could go on here for days. I have a LOT to say on the subject. My dreams became too vivid after the concussion. For a minute, everything was intensified even MORE. Only for a day or two. I am glad that went away. That was too much. I have stabilized again.
I look forward to flying again. I like it when I fly. Usually when I am “flying” I am not really “flying” I am taking giant steps on a giant pair of legs and I kind of jump up…..and just stay up for a long while before I come down.
I have the occasional nightmare, but generally they are just weird.
I have all of the dreams. The people in my house claim that they do not dream. I find that troubling. I wonder why they don’t dream? It kind of concerns me a little. I cannot fathom it. I wake up with a song blaring in my head, or the last words someone was saying as I came to, lyrics to a song someone was making up that don't exist, I wake up laughing, I wake up so curious about what the HECK brought THAT on? They just wake up. I don’t get it.
So many levels of weird. So many.
Thank you for that word, ubiety, I definitely get that, lots of architecture, and streets, buildings all places I have never seen or been, also lots of people I’ve no memory of. I lost my mum couple years ago and have had some lovely dreams, one just recently and in the dream I was aware as the meeting (group with a mission) was ending that she was going again and I told her all the good stuff. She is never upset and I only filled with love. Being able to see her so vividly is such a consolation.
I take a lionsmane mushroom supplement in capsule form at nighttime
And I have technicolor vivid dreams always when I take it
Like you, I often dream of places. Sometimes I would have to say that I’m dreaming of architectural surroundings: a house that goes on and on, one room after the next, often with a piano in every room. My extra special dreams have background music, like the soundtrack of a big screen romance.
The most amazing dream experience I’ve had was a recurring dream: I was in school, probably college level, and I had signed up for a class that I never attended. I kept thinking that I should go to the registrar and drop the class; but then I would think maybe I could get caught up if I would just look at the textbook, and maybe actually go to the class. The dream would end and I would still be in the quandary of trying to catch up vs dropping the class. I had the same dream for weeks, maybe months, not every night, but repeatedly. As time went on, in the dream the semester was progressing—it was getting closer to the deadline for dropping the class. Finally, I had a dream in which I went to the registrar and dropped the class. That was the last dream in the series. I have no explanation for what stimulated the series of dreams, or why/how I managed to end it—though I do believe I had some agency in bringing the unconscious dilemma to a conclusion.
I have a wild and fun dream life, mostly. I have a few recurring scary ones, a weird house in particular that is eerie AF! I get creeped out thinking about it in the day. I too have lots of flirtatious and sometimes very sexual dreams which I really like. I have blown many a chance in the dream world with amazing beings because I didn't want to be cheating on my wife!! Guess that's good, I never have cheated on her, doesn't really cross the mind, except in dreams. I used to wait tables a lot, I still have dreams on that usually centered on this restaurant on an outdoor mall i worked at in C'ville, Virginia. Those are almost feverish like having to walk two miles to get someone's wine as my section is over full and people are looking for me, or I don't have any pants on and can't find them. Lots of family dreams, was raised by a narcissist mother who is now lorded over by a narcissist sister. Yikes. I've finally been able to tell them all i needed in dreams. Many doomsday adventure dreams, skies full of aliens and me saying shit like "I told you so!" lol. The science explanations, for me, of dreams, and their talk of chemicals and all that seem like utter horse crap really. They really don't have any clue, as with most things in my humble opinion. All animals dream, wonder if the plants have their version. It's a wild world! I look forward to sleeping and dreaming every night. Oooooh, some sexy lady was trying to get me last night but, once again, i was reluctant and loyal. I gotta' learn to break that habit! Cheers!
Just the question gives me a defensive posture. My father used to tell me that I am as crazy as an outhouse rat. He may have had a point....
I've slowly begun to realize that many of my dreams are connected. Either that, or my brain is very lazy. Streets, buildings, or even people I've seen in one dream will appear months later in other dreams.
Most dreams I largely forget and take place in mundane places like post offices, office buildings, or Walmarts.
The dreams I often remember vividly are either those that revolve around me wandering as various different people; killing something; running from someone chasing me; mass shootings; or are just flat out weird. (Ever been a cat driving a car, or to a church with escalators as pews?)
Sometimes, the dreams are blatantly spiritual in nature, involving me interacting with an angel or deity of some sort. These have given me a lot to think about, certainly.
But one of the best dreams I had was when I was 14. In the dream, I woke up in bed and beside me was a woman I had never seen before, but instantly recognized as my wife. She was a beautiful woman with dark hair and eyes. She laughed when I awoke, telling me I had a long night and was glad I had gotten rest. I looked down in her arms and saw a tiny newborn: our son. His name was Alexander. Sometimes I wonder where they came from or why I had that dream.
Great article Chris 🙏 Speaking of dreams and places, please check out this link to just such a place. https://mbtimmersive.com/toms-park
Once or twice a year I will dream I am back at my old work place where I spent twenty-eight years, and was glad to be able to take an early retirement. I call these reoccurring nightmares.
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