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Surrealist games [08 Sep 2008|11:28pm]

subtlewhims
Hi everyone!
I am currently experimenting on Surrealist games to explore chance and I want to see how other people respond to the games too.

Please go http://subtlewhims.livejournal.com/#entry_740
for the list of games.

Feedbacks and images of works will be great!
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rattlesnakes [28 Apr 2006|10:05am]

mindsdoor
I had these disturbing dreams last night: rattlesnakes
I'd be interested in any comments. Thank you.
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The Dreamsbox & Sinsbox Projects | share dreams and sins [07 Feb 2006|11:03pm]
jennychapman
[ mood | bouncy ]

Hey all,

I was on blinklist and saw the following article about dreamsbox.com and sinsbox.com. Since its revelant to this community, I thought I would share it:

"2 documentation projects emerged this month to spearhead a new push in the Web 2.0 era for simplicity. The Dreamsbox (http://www.dreamsbox.com) Project seeks to document the world's dreams, allowing for anonymous posting of dreams along with the creations of free personal dream diaries. The Sinsbox Project (http://www.sinsbox.com) seeks to document sins and secrets, allowing for anonymous confessions and submissions of expressional art. Both projects allow for a unique rating system..."

Both projects are actually pretty addictive and fun. I love the fact that they're simple to use but their design kinda suck and sinsbox.comis a bit too dark and scandalous for me but nonetheless i'm addicted. As it turns out the guy who started the 2 projects went to school with me back in the days! Now I guess he's an internet junkie. haha! Anyways, please spread words about these 2 projects to friends and family if you can through word of mouth or through your own postings. In general, I just think that these two projects are very decent in terms of what they're trying to do. Read the "about" page to learn how cool these people are.

~jen

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any ideas? [17 Feb 2005|09:43pm]

michellyaqua13
[ mood | curious ]

i'm new here, so i'll say a little about myself. i'm michelle, i'm 18, and this LJ account is for my dream journal (most posts are friends-only); my real journal is michellyaqua12. i was in another dream interpretation community for a while, but people hardly ever comment there (except me), so i decided to join some others to find a more active one where i can get some help occasionally.

what do you make of this?Collapse )

thanks to whoever helps, and i'll try to comment on/interpret your dreams whenever i can. ♥

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[23 Jan 2005|10:48pm]

crimsnmoonlight
[ mood | curious ]

Hello everyone, I'm new here. I'm fascinated by my own dreams, and well, dreams/unconscious in general. I don't get many dreams that I remember very often, but there is this one really vivid recurring dream I get about every month:

I'm riding in a car like I am every day, except something happens and the car winds up crashing. Every time, the car always lands in some type of body of water, and when we land in it, the person driving always disappears, seemingly safe. One time, the car went off of a bridge, an other time into a really deep ditch while raining, etc. The water starts to fill the car, and slowly I can feel the water rushing over my body, I can actually feel the cold water against my skin, believe it or not. And then, I actually die, I feel myself die...well, I don't know if that's what it feels like to die, seeing as how I've never *technically* died...but anyway...I die, and everything goes black, and then seconds later I wake up with a jolt in my bed, heavy breahting and sweating. Everytime I get this dream, I'm all freaked out the following day.

It's just really weird to die every month, and feel it too. Does anyone else have frequent dreams of dying, that they feel? Or am I just completely psychotic?

4 Dreams| Unconscious?

Cosmic Drama [30 Oct 2004|06:01pm]

jackshoegazer
I was drowning is one of my many existential quandaries yesterday, which coupled with a dream I had, left me feeling terribly confused. I can't remember the entire dream, but the part I DO remember is that I was faking being an actor auditioning for a movie, an old-school Disney style musical, like Mary Poppins. I don't know why I was there, pretending to be an actor, but I suddenly got called to play the part, and I realized I didn't know any of the lines or the song. However, when the music began I started running around, dancing and leaping into the air, and singing this very silly Disney-Meets-Dali absurdist song. And I was GOOD. I could really sing and dance, outshining everyone and the whole time I'm thinking, Wow, I can do this! I can't believe it!

The dream, I believe reminded me of a revelation I had a long time ago, and I quoted Tim Leary because he described that revelation so eloquently. "It has been 20 years since that first LSD trip with Michael Hollingshead. I have never forgotten it. Nor has it been possible to return to the life I was leading before that session. I have never recovered from that ontological confrontation. I have never been able to take myself, my mind or the social world quite so seriously. Since that time I have been acutely aware that everything I perceive, everything within and around me, is a creation of my own consciousness. And that everyone lives in a neural cocoon of private reality. From that day, I have never lost the sense that I am an actor, surrounded by characters, props and sets for the cosmic drama being written by my brain." ~Tim Leary

I'm just an actor, playing a role in this Cosmic Drama. I sometimes feel my difficulties in life stem from this realization. Every time I try to 'dig in' and DO something, I realize I'm just playing a role, and that it's not real. So what's the point? I hate being fake.
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WTF? [21 Oct 2004|10:49pm]

jackshoegazer
I just slept for an hour and I dreamt that I was battling with Joaquin Pheonix. We had both discovered a 'magical' toothpaste the gave superpowers and we were fighting over it.
Unconscious?

The Weirdest Effing Dream [12 Oct 2004|03:09am]

jackshoegazer
* I wrote this immediately upon waking, so it's a bit disjointed, but as you'll see, so was the dream.

Dream: Weird multilevel time and reality split. In one level, I’m some sort of scientist in the future giving a report to my government about what happened in the experiments. On another level, I’m that scientist during the ‘experiments’ out in space, and another level, it is the creation of the universe, and on another level it is the story some sort of ancient techno/future mythology that mirrors the creation of the Universe, then on the last level, I am just me, reading a book about all the above levels. So, the scientist is out in space doing experiments, quantum physics sort of things, trying to determine the nature of reality and how the universe came to be. The scientist apparently starts having sort of flashback visions of this primitive/futuristic mythology, something very Shakespearian, a tragic family, a girl who dies, that sort of thing. The scientist, when he comes back to earth, all of his research and experiments is written, not in the language of science, but he has written it all metaphorically, as the story of that girl and that mythology he had the visions of. There is a psychological examination and a trial because of what he did. Now throughout the dream, I’m constantly shifting from one of these views to another, sometimes I’m reading a book about the scientist, like a fictionalized novel, sometimes I’m the scientist on trial, sometimes imprisoned in a ‘mental hospital’ awaiting trial, sometimes while he is having his visions on board the ship and while he does his experiments. Sometimes, I’m right there, participating/watching the creation of the Universe, interacting and observing subatomic particles, meanwhile I’m also watching the primitive/techno mythological/Shakespearian story. I don’t even remember coming to consciousness or the dream ending. This is definitely one of my weirdest dreams yet. I’ve never had a dream where there were so many levels going on all at once, without any sort of linear or causal format, and I merely shifted, seamlessly from one level to another.
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Dream: Hotel, Theft, & Shooting [07 Oct 2004|07:02pm]

jackshoegazer
I dreamt last night that I was at a hotel with a bunch of friends and while we were partying at the hotel, someone looked out the window and said, "Someone's stealing my car!" So we all run outside and there's two shady mafia-looking guys in the car trying to get away in the stolen car, and one of them pulls out a gun and points it at me, and I think, "Shit, he's gonna shoot me!" And he does. The bullet bursts through the windshield and flies through the air in slow motion and as the bullet is tearing through my innards, I first think, "I'm going to die," but then I say, "This isn't real," and I make the bullet and it's damage to my body vanish. I don't remember much after that, the car thieves got away and my friends went chasing them down in another car.

Can I just assume that when I post a dream, you all will offer your interpretation, or do I need to ask everytime? Either way, If you see me post a dream, feel free to interpret, I'm open to all views, and I think it's a great way to practice. Thanks!
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Night Journey [14 Aug 2004|09:05am]

eloquentsilence
I had yet another OBE (out-of-body-experience). This has happened about half a dozen times before.

I was just at that hypnagogic state when I felt the usual vibrations around my head...(a sure sign that I would soon have an OBE)...the next thing was the sound of someone laughing. I remembered at that point I was feeling really scared because the laughter (which was that of a man) was not a friendly laughter at all.

I knew it was time to attempt walking out of my body, and as sure as can be, I came out looking down at my body on the bed!
I started walking towards the wall that faced my front garden, knowing that I could walk right through...but instead of finding myself outside my garden (which usually happens) I suddenly found myself sitting outside a strange place. There were two women close by me who were whispering and I knew they were talking about me (nothing good). People were walking, sitting, talking...it seemed as if it were a party of sorts. Two half naked guys, one with dreadlocks, came walking towards me...they looked like they were in love with each other..I watched them closely not knowing if they were a threat to me...then I began to relax when they passed me by.

The feeling of excitement was in the air...I suddenly wanted to check myself out so I lifted my feet up so that I could see what kind of shoes I was wearing, (they were beautiful!), then I wanted to see my clothes, it was some old fashioned black and white dress (something I wouldn't be wearing in these times whatsoever)...I felt my hair..it was different, more softer. Then I got the great big idea that I will get up to look around. It-is-the-most-unbelievable-awesome feeling knowing that I can control where I wanted to go, what I wanted to do...and yet knowing that my body lies safely in my bed at home. *Euphoria*...I felt bloody excited and happy!

Anyway, I got up and walked around and found myself in a room with beautiful marble floor, there were many tiny angels (figurines) and lighted candles all around...and there was a piano or organ in a corner. (I thought about playing the piano but then I decided that 'later' I will try). I continued going forward, my emotions going into bliss and my curiosity at what I will find eventually.

Suddenly! I felt an arm around my waist, I looked around and this strange man was holding me and trying to kiss me. I felt disgusted at the sight of him, and when he reached out to kiss me, I bit his lips and it was the most horrifying, revolting taste in my mouth...I wanted to puke, I wanted to get away! Then of course I began to call out Jesus's name, knowing that soon I will be free from this ' thing' which held on to me so tightly.

Next thing I knew I felt light and free, and I was back home in my body/ in my bed...relieved, yet a little scared, exhausted, but also disappointed that my experience was interrupted by this nightmare.

I can't wait for the next OBE...(mostly it is free from nightmares)...it is freaking awesome...*

If this is some kind of halucination/illusion/lucid dreaming...I still haven't a clue...but whatever the explanation, I still see it as *Incredible*.

*Could childhood abuse have anything to do with these experiences?

*And if it is as the experts claim...(halucinations)
How come I have (during OBE's) witnessed incidents before they happen which can be verified the following day or week after?
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..question(s)... [22 Jul 2004|03:32pm]

apathetic_bella
Hello, i have been having some reacurring dreams as of late, the three most forecful ones would be:

Behind this cutCollapse )

Anyway, that is all.

| *Bellatrix* |

angels fall from gace, and sometimes heroes die, but tonight, my love, ascend the gates, release the dragonfly...
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Hello :D [26 Nov 2003|10:19pm]

kyoko3468
[ mood | sleepy ]

Hello Everyone, I just joined this community and thought I'd share a little about myself.

My names' Leah, and I'm very interested in dreams. Ever since I was a small child I have been intrigued by these strange nightly visions. I have read some books on the matter and have thought about becoming a therapist who specializes on dreams. I have also documented my dreams and shared them with friends who know some things about them.

I strongly believe that intepreting dreams can help people with many of their every-day problems. Most people just disregard dreams as nothing, but I think if we take the time to look at them thoroughly, we may find things out that we never would've known otherwise.

3 Dreams| Unconscious?

[02 Oct 2003|07:38pm]

too_many_stars
Last night my boyfriend had a terriable dream. He dreamed that two of his brothers died, he did'nt see how it happened, and in the dream he had just found out about it that day. What do you think this could mean?
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question... [21 Sep 2003|08:35pm]

loloanny
[ mood | contemplative ]

Anyone have any input on what it might mean to have a recurring dream about needing to say something but not being able to open my mouth or unclench my teeth?!?

1 Dream| Unconscious?

a question.. [04 Sep 2003|12:41am]

matafleur
[ mood | weird ]

What do you suppose it means when you dream about it raining bones? small ones, big ones, tiny little animal skulls that crunch beneath your feet..
some old, some fresh

2 Dreams| Unconscious?

Mouthy [08 Aug 2003|10:52pm]

randomnothing
I had a dream the other night, it was one of those long dreams but I can't remember the beginning and I only really remember the end. I remember walking into a shop that sold painting and frames. There were a lot of frames lining the walls a bit like Athena or something. Anyway, I was in there just waiting around for my dad, and Janet and Michael Jackson appeared out of nowhere. They started play wrestling around the place and it reminded me of the 'Scream' video, except they started knocking frames off the walls and they were smashing all over the place. I told them to be careful but they didn't care, so I left the shop. I walked out and met my dad; we went to cross the street but there was a bus coming. I thought we could make it but my dad pulled me back saying we should wait. Then, right as the bus was getting really close, my dad decided that he could make it and ran out into the road. The bus smacked hard into his front and knocked him out of sight. The bus stopped momentarily but then drove straight off. I was obviously distressed and screaming, but when the bus had driven on and I looked to see my dad's body, it wasn't there. I looked at the bus and saw my dad was clung to the back end of it and riding it. He started banging on the window and the bus eventually stopped and let him off. He returned to me and the crossing where he picked up three teeth and half of his tongue, which he had lost in being run over. He seemed really happy though and walked off saying that we'd better go to hospital so that he could get his tongue sewn back on.
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[05 Aug 2003|01:19pm]

matafleur
I am unable to remember most of my dream last night, but 2 phrases stuck out in my mind. My mom was talking about me to someone I couldn't see.. like an interview. They asked what the most likely cause of my death would be and she said " Lying around waiting for it" and she also said that I "overeat, yet am underfed"


I dont overeat, though.
yeah, maybe I tend to be depressed/depressing..I'admit it.
But... I dont get the eating bit. Maybe its not about eating.
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Dream [20 Jun 2003|12:24pm]

randomnothing
It's too hot and stuffy in this room, which meant bad dreams all night. In one I was running from an assembly in school with my friends (naturally, we were all grown-up just as we are now), and I tripped over. I fell on the corner of a drawer that was pulled open a little and gashed a deep hole (though not very long) in my leg. It did that thing that wounds do, where you can see the flesh that's been carved out before it slowly fills up with blood. Then it came faster and filled the wound like a pool before brimming over the edge. I was feeling quite sick and in pain when a nurse appeared to help me. She didn't have any cloths or tissues so she thrust something like hemp and then a black bin bag onto the wound. I winced and complained that it was quite painful and she looked really hurt and told me she'd got an award for her gentleness. I asked if I needed to go to hospital and I did, but I didn't know where Lionel was and I wanted to find him before we went. So I sent off all my friends to find him and then wailed a lot before waking up with a painful leg.

Another dream. My whole family, that's including grandparents, aunts and cousins, were crammed into my dad's house for a party. For some odd reason there were lots of teenagers in the back garden who had nothing to do with us but had turned up to party anyway. My mum and her boyfriend, Donald were there too which seemed perfectly natural. In the midst of this, my gran started checking my head and discovered I was infested with nits that kept falling onto the floor and running beneath the sofa. My cousin had caught them too but no one thought anything needed doing about it. I started munching on lettuce from the buffet and then the annoying teenagers started heckling me about Fattie. They kept telling me she was deaf because she wouldn't respond to them, which, for some reason, made me really angry. I went and found Fattie, called her and she came, proving that she wasn't deaf. I returned to the teens, with the cat in my arms, and started lecturing them on how she doesn't respond to people she doesn't like, and she didn't like them. Just to back up that fact Fattie turned to me and thanked me publically for sorting out the nonsense. I was quite smug until I realised I had lettuce hanging from my mouth.

I went to my bedroom to get out of the way and then my dad came up to have a talk. He sat down on a box (because my room was crammed with boxes for some reason), and said it was about time we pulled our socks up. He was very cryptic and left me having to guess what he was talking about. After a lot of prompting, he finally told me about how he'd seen a new house with some land which he'd wanted to have nice mown lawn on. But then he'd found another house, smaller, but with a lot of land that he wanted to convert into a workshop because it could come in handy. But he couldn't afford it at the moment and started saying how everyone could fit in this house as it was, so really the whole family should move in together. So I asked if he meant mum, and he said yes. Combining their money and living together would mean that eventually they could afford the nice place he wanted. So, I was a little suspicious, I asked if this meant mum and he were getting back together, and he said they were.

I was ok at first and I just kind of accepted it. Then I realised it meant I wouldn't be able to spend the summer working in Aylesbury or see my friends so I got quite upset. Then my brother came in and asked me what I thought, and I told him it was ok for him because he lives in London. Me, my dad and my brother started walking up the street and my brother went into a house and said goodbye to me. Then my dad asked me what I thought, and I said I wasn't happy and a little confused since mum had brought Donald to the party with her. I tried desperately not to cry, but just as I was about to burst out into tears, I woke up.
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Interpretation? [17 Nov 2002|02:34am]

miraclelove
[ mood | curious ]

[11:57] Miraclelove: There was a man in my dream....
[11:58] Miraclelove: he had dark hair and was my friend, though, I don't know who he was... i don't recognize him....
[11:58] My friend: *listening*
[11:58] Miraclelove: I was at his house or somewhere, but it was here in where I live because i recognize the landscape, now that I'm awake....
[11:59] Miraclelove: and he pointed up to the sky and i looked and saw a spaceship landing....
[11:59] Miraclelove: (this is the first dream i've ever had with spaceships in it)
[11:59] My friend: ...
[12:00] Miraclelove: i decided to walk home... i was walking down forrest st which is like a block away, but it goes clear over to the library from here some blocks away....
[12:00] Miraclelove: on the way home i hear a helicopter coming
[12:01] My friend: ...
[12:01] Miraclelove: I look up and it's in this big cloud that's hugged itself around the helicopter as if the helicopter was trying to hide in it
[12:02] Miraclelove: I get a little scared because that's just plain weird... the helicopter was obvious to me and i began to wonder of they saw me,etc, so i started walking faster....
[12:02] Miraclelove: I looked back and to my right a ways off and I see a different kind of spaceship landing....
[12:02] Miraclelove: that's all i remember about that part of the dream...
[12:02] My friend: weird..
[12:02] Miraclelove: then
[12:02] My friend: *still listening*
[12:03] Miraclelove: oh no wait....
[12:03] Miraclelove: i remember more
[12:03] Miraclelove: when I was at my friend's house he told me that my cousin Clementine was in the hospitial and that she needed some sort of transplant
[12:04] Miraclelove: and that they had what she needed and that everything was going to be okay
[12:04] Miraclelove: so I was really excited about that
[12:04] Miraclelove: I rush somewhere... (i don't know where, but it's a room)
[12:04] My friend: ...
[12:04] Miraclelove: and my aunt is there... other people are there, but i don't remember their faces, except Linda’s, my competitive cousin
[12:05] Miraclelove: I say to my aunt, "I hear they have what they need for Clementine!
[12:05] Miraclelove: "
[12:05] Miraclelove: Cuz I'm excited about it
[12:06] My friend: ..
[12:06] Miraclelove: And Linda said, "That's exactly why Mom never tells you anything, Lana, because you don't know how to keep your mouth shut." and she says this very snobbishly
[12:06] Miraclelove: she gives me a bunch more crap that i don't remember now
[12:06] Miraclelove: like we have an arguement, but I don't remember what i said to her
[12:07] My friend: ..
[12:07] Miraclelove: I remember feeling very hurt
[12:07] Miraclelove: then I end up at an airport somewhere and i really don't remember anything about that
[12:07] Miraclelove: the end

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Ancient Greece [01 Nov 2002|10:48am]

randomnothing
I was in Greece, with my mother and an old friend and we were stood on a hillside looking down on the ruins of some Ancient Greek city. I looked at the sky which was utterly clear and blue although slightly eerie because there were no birds whatsoever. Then a dark, graceful figure appeared and I realised it was a dolphin swimming across the sky and then diving to the ruined city below. Just before it crashed to the ground, a great, wide rectangular hole opened up and became instantly full with water the colour of the Mediterranean Sea. The dolphin splashed in and continued to swim about, looking once more to the sky, another dolphin appeared and followed suit. More and more dolphins came until the sky was filled with these creatures swimming in from all directions and diving gracefully into the pool.

Eventually, when the pool was becoming overcrowded, the dolphins stopped coming. Inside the pool, the dolphins began swimming towards each other from opposite sides of the pool, mirroring each others moves. When they met in the middle they formed a circle and began rotating in the pool, dancing to and fro, back and forth. People up and down the hillside were whispering about the dolphins as the creatures began to talk to each other, but not in that high pitched squeal, but in Ancient Greek. I turned to my mother and said something like 'see, I told you dolphins are intelligent.' Everyone stood around dumbfounded at the creature's ability to communicate in language.

We then turned our back on the dolphins and ascended the hill up a small, dark path between pine trees. As I looked to my left, I saw a small building with stone dolphins inside and tombs, I shuddered but felt the need to explore. Inside a woman and child were walking along the floor that resembled the friezes along the Parthenon (obviously my Classics A Level knowledge, which I thought I'd forgotten, surfacing). I started walking over these friezes, but the woman started shouting at her child to get off them as it would damage them. So I started trying to avoid treading on them, except they were covering practically the whole floor and I wobbled on tiptoes to the edge of the room.

At the top of the hill I got in a golf cart with my old friend, Helen driving and we headed back down again, this time along a road that was right near where I grew up as a child. The road was suddenly very steep and the only way to go down was to put on all the breaks (which didn't work properly) and let the car grind slowly through them. My mum was at the top of the hill and I kept yelling at her to catch up, which she finally did and jumped in the back seat.

At this point I realised both myself and Helen were stoned, just as a policeman decided to stop us in our path. He asked Helen to show her driving license which she pulled from her pocket, but accidentally pulled out a large lump of solid with it. Though the policeman had seen this he still insisted on smelling her hand, after which he said it was what he'd suspected. I played dumb bunny, making out that it was a preposterous notion that I should get in a car, with my mother if I'd known the driver was intoxicated. Helen, for some reason, was completely fine with this traitorous behaviour, but I somehow managed to convince the policeman that Helen too, didn't know that she was stoned either, it was a pure accident.

The policeman vowed to keep an eye on us as we wandered through the ruins at the bottom of the hill, somewhere near the pool that had now disappeared, and pulled off pieces of the Parthenon to take home as souvenirs.
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