Welcome to Gaia! ::

I thought it might be interesting to have a discussion about dreams in here. At first I thought I'd stick just to night-dreams, but since so many people have trouble remembering them I decided to add in daydreams because sometimes those can be amusing to hear about.

Anyway, I've been told that I have very odd dreams. Apparently you're not supposed to have sound in your dreams. I do. One time, I had a dream that was a musical. Every word in it was sung. I can recall all of the tunes, though the scenes are a little shady (it's been over a year since I had it).

I've also dreamt in subtitles, though I have a suspicion that had to do with my newfound obsession with anime at the time.

One way I dream, though, is interesting (to me). The dream will be in two layers, like you'd have two windows open on your computer. One will be the images of the dream. The other will be a book where the words are printed as the people in the dream speak. Once, a guy decided to not say something after it was already written. In the book part of the dream, those words were crossed out with a red pen, and then the writing resumed. O.o That's only happened once, though.

So... discuss dreams of any sort you've had, and how they may contribute to your writing. ^_^

How were you guys goofing around?

I've noticed that a lot of times I'll have weird dreams when I'm obsessed with something. So... obsessed with anime? I'll have dreams in subtitles. Obsession with Phantom of the Opera? *Guilty ^^;* Then dreams about the Phantom. That sort of thing.

Hmm... I have dreams I can usually never remember, until what happens in them happens in real life. Then I can remember the dream, but only for like 5 seconds. Deja vu is very much present in my life. I guess that's how I write experiences for characters in my fiction (or did). There's always something secret that they're hiding even though they don't know what it is ^_^ Very mysterious. I don't write mystery, though. More fantasy and lots of deep thinking that doesn't make sense until the reader thinks the same way. Lots of symbolism, too...

Same here about the deja vu thing. It's one very vivid flash that I can recall, of one particular second or something... deja vu is funny, though sometimes it really creeps me out...

i love to dream!!! Weird things happen tho.. My mother tells me that there isnt suposed to be color in dreams, but mine are full of it. I usually get my writting ideas from my dreams! Has anyone but me evr had dream that turned out to come true???????

Hm... I just remembered something. I sometimes just dream music. I don't see anything, I just hear music. One time I composed an entire symphony... it was pretty sweet. I know that there's no symphony like that, because uhh... I don't listen to that many. I only know the symphonies that I've played in orchestra...
Also, I practiced piano in my dream once. I just saw the notes floating in front of me and I remembered them. I had never played that piece before, but my friend had played it before, and I'd seen the music. When I woke up, I went to my piano to see if I could really play it, and I COULD. Better than my friend, too ^_^ But it was a pretty easy piece by Mendelssohn, called "Lost Happiness."
The weird thing is... I've never composed a thing by myself (AKA I don't think I have the skill to) and I don't have a photographic memory that would enable me to do those things, but I did and that's what's so remarkable about my dreams.

i have....i feel pain in my dreams. i can also read, write, and die in my dreams. sometimes i wake up with marks from the wounds that i recieve in my dreams...yeah, i've been told that that isn't possible...

Who ever said you can't dream in sound, or colour, or that you can't recieve injuries from dreams is full of CRAP. Dreams are messages from your subconscious. Sometimes it's just the wandering meanderings of your brain as it does something akin to defragmenting a computer. It sorts through what you've been thinking lately and converts it to long-term memory.

The brain can not differentiate between seeing an object and remembering an object. That is why dreams are so vivid and real, while you're asleep. Some dreams are not sourced by your brain at all, but by your subconscious which is more in tune with the world. It will sometimes make you dream of seemingly random things, but then you experience these things within the next week or so. Either it's predicting these things, or your thinking of them is causing them to happen.

One time I had a vague dream of some kind of lion soaring through a battle. Then, within the week, I read the Chronicles of Narnia, and there was a battle scene exactly like it. As well, I had a dream of a folded piece of paper, zig-zagged in just so a way. The next day, I realized that I had folded it and used it as a bookmark.

But some dreams are just pure random. One time I was running down the street of a city at night. There were no stars, and all the buildings were green and twisted and looked bumpy with mold. The street was navy blue cobblestones and I was running with my dad. We were both running from something. Ahead of us, the right side of the street sunk into the ground, exposing a cavern full of lava. The sunken sidewalk served as a ramp for hamburger cars (Yes, you read that right) to drive up and add to the multitudes of dinosaurs (Yes...) that were chasing me and my dad. But, up ahead, there was a section on the right side of the street that was sectioned off with yellow tape. Somehow I knew it was a safe place and my dad and I ran for it. Just as we went inside the yellow tape, the dinosaurs and hamburger cars just went past. That's when I woke up and ran crying to my mom. What? I was, like, seven years old?

At that age I was also afraid of volcanos. I always had dreams that two of them would erupt right in front of my house, and they always had this white ring around the cone. Sometimes I dreamed that lava was slowly flowing from the direction of my parents' room to my room, burning down the house. These kind of dreams upset me, because I'd always be trying to find the cats to save them.

I also had this one dream that wasn't sad or anything. Just crazy. I'd be walking home from school, and go around the corner of my house. I'd see my cat Halley, and I'd go, "Hey Halley." I walk past her, and open the front door. I'd let Halley outside while saying, "Hey Halley." As I look into the porch, I'd see her eating catfood, and I'd say, "Hey Halley." By then, I got a bit suspicious. I take off my shoes and go up the steps to put my backpack down, and there, in the living room, is something like fifty Halleys all doing something different and Halleyish.

Yeah.