Who was the coolest character you ever met in your dreams?
Once I met a Buddhist monk. I was walking by a park I grew up around. He had myself and several friends sit around him in front of someone’s house, on a patch of grass beneath a tree, between the sidewalk and city street. I asked him if we should really sit there, because it was in front of someone’s home. They might ask us to leave. He said, “Look at the birds. Does anyone ask them to leave?” Then I asked, “What if they call the cops?” and he answered, “The police are only slaves to the people. If I were a slave, I would do as I was told as well.”
I haven’t seen him in my dreams since, but I hope I do soon.
@antu, That’s awesome. I don’t recall any cool dream characters although I do remember having a lucid dream and having a conversation with one of my dream characters. I asked her what it is like being a dream character and if she knows she is…sadly I don’t remember her answers. I only remember it was a chill, long conversation.
I’ve met myself… and in the next dream, I was telling my previous dream to myself like I was awake, so basically I was retelling the whole dream IN my dream. Then I woke up and realized I never shared this dream to anyone, except in my dream. NOTHING COOLER THAN THAT. Although I didn’t learn anything…
I had a crush on a girl I met at a construction project for homeless people, we really connected and we eventually dated for a while, then things got really bad and we broke up, however i kept dreaming of her, (sort of still do) in my dreams she´s always sitting or doing something on the background, but one day on a kinda lucid dream I went to her and started a conversation, I remember I had a really good time (like those before we dated) and eventually asked her “what happened to us?”, and her answer shocked me…..she said “I´m just what you loved of her, what you expected her to be, and i´ll be here until you give me another face” then she suddently left into a crowd and I woke up while tryng to follow her.
I met World War II era Santa Claus who was helping prevent the Nazis from confiscating Jewish wealth. However, I’m inferring that from other parts of my dream since he never actually said that. Come to think of it, my dreams apply Godwin’s Law a lot. Nazis pop up in my dreams all the time.
@alexandriabee, Your awareness of your dreams is pretty neat. My dreams have always been kind of… ethereal.
In my dreams, I’m usually in a spiritual energy like form, and I’m twisted up and turned inside out until the friction of my particles starts to ignite like sparks, and then in those sparks, there are elements of thoughts and perception combining and separating in all kinds of ways. I get a sense that… events are taking place, and simultaneously, I am existing in these events and participating in them, and then those become another dimension to my dreams.
In the story aspects of my dreams, all sorts of things happen. Sometimes I have silent dreams, void of sound, and wondering a landscape. Other times I am having like.. I think past-life recollection. The coolest character I’ve ever met though, was Jupiter.
I had a dream I was riding a motorcycle, and as the area around me changed from metropolitan, to rural, my bike became… a bike. A normal bicycle. I kept going though, not even acknowledging this. Everything seemed to have been placed like ancient Rome, and I rode my bike into a giant stone structure, looked like a shrine or temple(i’m not very educated on any mythology. Sorry if my descriptions seem obscure.) As I entered, I was no long on my bike, but being carried by a cloaked man with his hood up. I was brought into a room, with a Giant circular stone table, inscribed with writing around the borders and images in the center I think. it was stained from blood. There were men in cloaks and hoods all around the alter. I think they were all wearing red, except a speaker or chanter who was wearing black. Or it could have been the other way around. I was stabbed in the gut, and left on the alter, and I remember the man saying something about “Returning the blood of Jupiter.” and at that moment I was tore out of my body, and confronted with what looked like a giant star birthing gas cloud, except it had the vague shape of a person, a God, and he reached out to me, and when I looked into his eyes, I heard him say something, and then I was awake.
Other than that one instance, there have never really been anything but goofy silly characters in my dreams. Other than my childhood imaginary friend. He’s there sometimes. :)
@alexandriabee, Wow. I have been fighting for awareness in my dreams for soooooo long! :'(
I just…. It’s like being a completely different person when I’m there, and the ME that I am when I am there, doesn’t want the Me that is here knowing what is happening… Like… I’m manipulating myself, like I’m my own guardian, and that I have a plan for myself.. I get the feeling every time I dream. Like a bigger me is making sure that I don’t tamper with the fabric of my mind. :X
There’s a woman, I have never met her before, and in every dream she has a different appearance but I can tell it is the same woman from the way that her energy feels. A lot of my friends have little elements of her but none are her. Maybe one day I will meet her, or maybe not either way the dreams she is in are intense!
All my dream characters are random strangers. If I do have a conversation I may think my point is incredibly profound and insightful so I tell myself to remember it for when I wake, then when I do wake I examine it and it is completely ridiculous. I’m getting to a point where my waking logic ans reason is synching with my lucid dream logic and reason. Most of the time the people I meet are traceable back to my own thoughts but occassionally I get one that thinks way off my patterns, and that is interesting.
Met a hobbit in an astral-shoebox that was decorated with a zen-garden and bonsai trees.
In order to reach the hobbit at the other end of the shoebox, I had to warp my mind into the 4th dimension, which created some kind of “parachute” that gained lift from some ether in space. While I made this mind-parachute, I couldn’t think or be conscious at all. Yet I was able to start and stop it on command. One of the oddest sensations I’ve had.
The hobbit explained to me what was going on, but now I forgot :(
@alexandriabee, That’s really cool how you know your dream world so well, and how it stays the same (you know there are 7 levels, and you’ve familiarized yourself with the creatures that inhabit them, and recall what they look like, even). I’m always hoping that when I dream I’ll wake up with a great idea for a creature or a character or something I can use to create something out of, or unbiased life advice, or really anything. Most of my dreams are just vague feelings and occasionally scattered images. Sometimes I see a girl I liked, and we are going in different directions in the dream, that’s the only really consistent thing I can think of. Perhaps I drink too much coffee?
I dream every night of unique characters based on things I encounter during my day. For example last night I met four to five irish/polish gangsters in some american city, where the city was lined with gold and so were their canes and loaded weapons. Then I met some random family who were trying to kill these guys because their son/nephew/brother was killed. Eventually everyone in the family died trying to kill these gangsters, but in the family’s last act they got the gangsters exposed. They were such interesting people!!
I’ve only met one significant character in all the dreams that i could remember. Usually all my dreams are centered around me, always trying to teach me something through my own self.
Except this one girl…she was a beautiful redheaded girl who was nearly naked, wearing only my unbuttoned long sleeve shirt, smoking a joint with my on the bed. After we finish my vision turns to flashing images of us together. After i woke up, i wasn’t right for about a month. I’d always think about that girl. I don’t remember anything from those rushed, blurry images other than the fact that i felt an immense amount of happiness. I even missed her a great deal. I didn’t miss her from my dreams, but i missed her in a way you would miss a loved one who you lost contact with…
Maybe she is a love of mine from a past life? Or maybe she is quite literally the girl of my dreams? All i can do is wonder…i wish my brain would show me more.
tats really sad to bad ur broke up wif her go speak to her say ur sorry if whatever reason u two broke up was ur fault and unless u got another gurlfriend don’t be afraid to say I still love you!!! seriously it sounds like u two were made for each other you can go out wif someone more than once!!!
@missymoo, Trust me, i would tell her, but she´s with somebody else right now, and so am I…..its been almost a year since we spoke about us, but where tied up due to her relationship, besides i don´t have a clue on what she thinks anymore.
I´m afraid the girl i keep meeting in my dreams and her are not same anymore, i guess she´ll eventually get that new “face” she talked about, or perhaps the right time will come…anyway im happy right now having her wandering in my sleep, and so is she.
Has anyone heard that when you die in your dreams you die in real life?
I died in my dreams twice. The first time i was hiding under my bed watching men in black military boots stomp through the door and into my room they turned to leave except one who whirled back and put the rifle under the bed and shot me in the head. I felt a pain as the bullet pressed through my skull and was scared but then i was peaceful and faded out and woke up but in the dream i was not scared at the last moment only relieved and felt childlike again. The second time i died i was shot up in a warehouse my rival Asian business gangs and then too i did not feel scared. it was like when the bullets ripped through me all the anticipation of pain was resolved and i could focus on fading out and waking up again. Then i have lots of dreams about water, but one was where i was on a beach and Native Americans were weaving baskets and going about there lives and they did not notice me. All of a sudden a huge wave came and i tried to get up an enormously tall and almost straight up sandy cliff face. i was too late and swept away, but that dream i was scared to go, but that might be because my first memory is of almost drowning when i was almost 2 with my brother. i swear i could talk to him mentally even if i could not always understand him. he is barely a year younger than me. Sometimes i confuse life with dreams.