I hear many stories of people who can in detail talk about their dreams and how they interacted with different elements and experiences. Even those who can consciously control them.
I feel like I've been cheated by life, for I don't see my dreams. I can remember a single flashing moment, but that is it. Nightmares tend to stick around, but again it's merely a very short event that I can remember.
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How about you? Have you ever seen your dreams? Have you ever had a lucid (Controllable) dream?
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There are very few instances I can remember, most of them nightmares.
One I really want to talk about is one that I've remembered since I was a teeny lad. (first grade to be exact). The setting is quite a stormy evening, no rain. My class is standing outside and there are tornadoes roaming the roads.
All I can remember is that the kid who bullied me apparently went and wrestled a tornado.
When I think of that dream, I can only picture it in brown, for some reason.
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Another one I can also remember (Which I'm guessing I was slightly awake during the time) is that I kept trying to open my eyes. I don't remember WHY, but I just remember that I had to open them, but I couldn't.
When I woke up, my eyes were sore, as if I tried to open them in my sleep.
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But mine are nothing in comparison of what I've read, heard or seen. What's up, Escapist? Care to share your experiences?
(Yes, I demand to make larger paragraphs.)
I feel like I've been cheated by life, for I don't see my dreams. I can remember a single flashing moment, but that is it. Nightmares tend to stick around, but again it's merely a very short event that I can remember.
.
.
How about you? Have you ever seen your dreams? Have you ever had a lucid (Controllable) dream?
.
.
.
There are very few instances I can remember, most of them nightmares.
One I really want to talk about is one that I've remembered since I was a teeny lad. (first grade to be exact). The setting is quite a stormy evening, no rain. My class is standing outside and there are tornadoes roaming the roads.
All I can remember is that the kid who bullied me apparently went and wrestled a tornado.
When I think of that dream, I can only picture it in brown, for some reason.
.
.
.
Another one I can also remember (Which I'm guessing I was slightly awake during the time) is that I kept trying to open my eyes. I don't remember WHY, but I just remember that I had to open them, but I couldn't.
When I woke up, my eyes were sore, as if I tried to open them in my sleep.
.
But mine are nothing in comparison of what I've read, heard or seen. What's up, Escapist? Care to share your experiences?
(Yes, I demand to make larger paragraphs.)