Oh, these are just a series in what I call "Real Dreams". I have them every so often, and have since I was a little boy. Real Dreams are very vivid, to the point of having their own existence and logic. As far as I can guess, and it's one of my odd beliefs, these dreams take place in real places, where an alternative me exists, and for the time of the dream, I ride along in the consciousness of the person in the dream, experiencing all that they do.
The longest running real dream lasted six years. It was a serial dream, where the next night, the dream would pick up where the last one left off. took place in a world quite a bit like this one, and it involved me being chased by two factions; one governmental group and one fundamental religious group. I never knew what they wanted, but I was traveling, by foot, across the U.S. to get to a spot in Oregon, where the 'Mountain People" lived. Apparently those of us being hunted had some sort of talent or ability that these two factions felt they needed to control.
I've been chased, stabbed, shot, fallen off a cliff, died many times, and had many different families.
Last night was fairly normal. I dreamed I was living in my hometown in Indiana again, married to the woman I'm married to now. I didn't have a job, and I was looking for one. In the mean time, I was able to go walking down some roads and explore part of the town I never had the chance to when I was a child.
It was a gentle and relaxing dream, where I got to visit some very nice shops, drink some good coffee, and talk to a number of people. Of course, there was a 'fun center' which was kind of weird, but not too strange.
It was such a nice quiet dream, I almost forgot I had one.
But, to answer your question, when I feel I have to dream, I eat a peanut butter sandwich before bed. Other than that, the dreams come when they do. I have a fun brain, yes?
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Date: 2009-05-29 03:31 pm (UTC)The longest running real dream lasted six years. It was a serial dream, where the next night, the dream would pick up where the last one left off. took place in a world quite a bit like this one, and it involved me being chased by two factions; one governmental group and one fundamental religious group. I never knew what they wanted, but I was traveling, by foot, across the U.S. to get to a spot in Oregon, where the 'Mountain People" lived. Apparently those of us being hunted had some sort of talent or ability that these two factions felt they needed to control.
I've been chased, stabbed, shot, fallen off a cliff, died many times, and had many different families.
Last night was fairly normal. I dreamed I was living in my hometown in Indiana again, married to the woman I'm married to now. I didn't have a job, and I was looking for one. In the mean time, I was able to go walking down some roads and explore part of the town I never had the chance to when I was a child.
It was a gentle and relaxing dream, where I got to visit some very nice shops, drink some good coffee, and talk to a number of people. Of course, there was a 'fun center' which was kind of weird, but not too strange.
It was such a nice quiet dream, I almost forgot I had one.
But, to answer your question, when I feel I have to dream, I eat a peanut butter sandwich before bed. Other than that, the dreams come when they do. I have a fun brain, yes?