Every once and awhile, I get theses really, really vivid, lucid dreams. Like, so real, I know what things smell like, in the dreams. I hear voices. I recognize people's faces, regardless if I know them or not. I taste things. And then, I wake up talking out loud, as if I was carrying on a conversation with a person. And scariest part is, the sentences make sense. The other day, I literally woke up to the lines of, "Jimmy, stop it, the heroin will kill you!"
I thought, for awhile, that I just dreamed that I said that. But then, I spent a night at my friend's house, and she and two other girls, woke me up scared shitless, because I was telling them, in a completely placid tone, that if they touched my guitar, I would kill them. Which is weird, because I don't own a guitar. They also told me that I started singing, "A Day In The Life" next to perfectly in my sleep.
My mother told me that I might have a severe condition of Sleep Apnea, and due to lack of nighttime oxygen, my brain starts to vividly hallucinate. Maybe, but I doubt it. She also suggested that I have a digestive problem, and the food I sometimes eat before bed causes me to have vivid dreams. But I was kinda like, "MOM, STFU." because she teaches band, and isn't even anything medical.
But what do you guys think?
Has this happened to you before?
Could I be channeling John Lennon/George Harrison?
I hope so. :3
This is my first time posting on this community. I've been wanting to share this story about my creepy dreams that I've been having for years now. I thought this would be a great place to post it.
In 2005 after a friend (Adam) was killed in Iraq I started having weird dreams. At first the dreams would be like I would go to the hill that he is buried at, but all the graves were gone. I could hear him whispering to me like he was trying to tell me something important and I would wake up. Over the years the dream changed where actually did find out where he was buried, but of course whenever he would go to tell me what he was wanting tell me I would wake up. Back in March I had a family member (Bubby) who drowned after his rescue boat capsized. He was buried very close to Adam. Right after that I had my reoccurring dream, but the only thing different is that Bubby is trying to tell me something as well. I've always wondered why I had this dream and maybe it meant something.
Has anyone else ever had any weird dreams like this before?
okay so im a newb to this community but ive been lurking for a while now. ive had a long string of experiences dating back to when i was young and i figured where would be better to get some possible insight into the occurances than here.
the first of these happened when i was about ten or eleven. me and by brother shared a room with bunk beds and a tv at the foot of them. i had just fallen asleep after we were watching late night tv for a while (spawn cartoon i think) and we went to bed. every night one of us who couldnt sleep would ask the other loudly if they were sleeping just for comfort i think. anyways, i fell asleep and around 2am i woke up and in a very out of body experience i woke my brother up screaming. i was convinced there was something in the far corner of our room. it was a round blob with a surface that looked like tv static, and it was growing and if it touched us we would die. i stood there screaming and pointing at the ccorner and babbling shit that my brother couldnt understand, but seeing me so scared made him scared too until eventually i just went back to sleep. it was odd but i thought nothing of it. in fact i forgot it until the next occurance.
i was sick with the flu and about thirteen or fourteen and sleeping in the room next to the aformentioned one. i could hear the furnace making strange noises and it was keeping me up. when i finally fell into rem sleep i shot straight up and in my vision i could see a number counter at the top of my veiw. it started counting down from 1 million and was moving very very fast and for some reason i knew that when it got to 0 i would die. i ran upstairs and paced around the entire upstairs considering weather or not i should wake my parents up about this. time was moving very fast and apparantly my parents saw me when i was up and i was moving and having mannerisms that looked as if i was in fast forward. the only thing i could do to calm myself down was stare at a large clock in our living room to ensure myself time was passing normally and eventually the counter disappeared shortly before reaching 0. a year later something else happened.
after a long night of movies and chips and cake and pop me and my best friend finally went to bed on his birthday. i was probably 14 and he was 15. he had gotten an orange gamecube controller for his birthday and we had been playing video games all night. i suddenly got up from the floor of his room and demanded that he smash it. he had no idea what i was talking about but i was screaming "fucking smash the remote you fucking idiot were going to die!" now what happened next still terrifies me. i had been babbling about how aliens made the remote as a trap to kill us, and i was going to lock myself in the bathroom so they couldnt get me. to get to the bathroom from his room you walk straight forward through the door and to the right there is a large laundry area and a door to the backyard. when i walked to the bathroom i glanced at the door outside and through the window i saw the head of an alien staring at me and i ran to the bathroom. i sat on the toiled and cried and calmed down and went back to bed and to sleep without saying anything. nothing else happened to me until i was 20
i was laying in bed sick (again)and trying to sleep. it was mid day and the lights were on in the basement and i was now in the room where the first story took place. my bed was in a corner and when i layed i was facing the door. now what i thought happened was my mom came in to check on me and ask me for laundry, i was in sleep paralysis so i could only lay there with my eyes open and say nothing. no one else was home and "she" left my room. shortly after that i shut my eyes and when i opened them i saw a large black figure standing at the edge of my bed wearing a trench coat. i tried to focus my eyes to make it disappear but i couldnt so i shut my eyes and told myself it wasnt real. when i opened my eyes it was gone and so was the sleep paralysis. i sat up and looked down and in my lap was an oversized, bright green, decapitated black teenage womans head. i flipped out and threw my sheets across the room and it disappeared.
now, this last one was the most intense and realistic one that has happened yet. i just moved to vancouver island to live with some friends in a really old house. i was hungover and sort of sick mid day so i decided to go lay in bed. my roommates who were a couple were making dinner in the kitchen that was next to my room. since the house was old and built improperly it was cold all the time and all the rooms had electric space heaters, but whenever you ran the microwave it tripped the breaker and shut all the lights and outlets in the house off. then someone would have to go outside to get into the basement and switch the breaker and come back in. i was laying in bed listening to them talk and i cognitively heard the breaker trip twice and get reset. then i fell asleep. in my dream i walked out and had a lengthy conversation as per usual with one of my roommates. all of a sudden the breaker tripped and it was pitch black and everyone stopped talking. i called out to my roommates but all they would do was scuttle around and grunt and make strange noises. then the lights came back on and everything was normal. so in my dream once again i went a layed in my bed and their dog came in an layed with me and i was petting it. then the lights went off and all of a sudden the dog started biting me and its fur turned into a tar like substance and stuck to me. the lights came back on, the dog stopped biting me and its fur went back to normal. i then in my dream got up and walked into the living room and talked to them again as if nothing had happened. the breaker tripped once more and they both started strangling me and the dog was biting me again and after a while i woke up and locked myself in my room for two days.
nothing has happened to me recently but i had a friend give me some advice about it, she thinks im being followed by a deamon. when it happens i get the same strange out of body sensation every time and even though i am cognitive i generally cant control myself. they have gotten considerably more intense and realistic as time goes on and i was told i should try and do something to get rid of whatever is following me. any advice?