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A Dream/Poem of Distortion

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I leave the room for a minute, and when I return, someone has taken my seat

My brother gives me my plate, not much food on it anyway.

I go into the other room which has mirrors – I see myself, and I look normal

There is a man named Jessie who is eating with us.

I don’t know him. I suspect that he is there with me, but we don’t speak.

He feels like a stranger. But I think he is supposed to be my boyfriend.

I realize I am in a Criminal Minds episode, one that I remember

I am part of the team. We are searching for an unsub, and we have to clear out the room with the mirrors.

But before that, I am back in that room looking at myself in the mirrors and find that my image is distorted.

It keeps changing, like I’m in a house of mirrors where one second my face is huge and distorted,

another my body is super skinny,

then fat,

every time I look

a new distortion.

I find my friend with the long blond hair. It appears she is an extra on the set.

We look at ourselves in the mirror.

I ask her if everything looks normal. She does not notice anything unusual.

I am afraid/know I am losing my mind. I feel myself spiraling into that black hole/hold.

I don’t tell her what I see.

We are now cleaning out a small room which seems to be attached to a garage.

I see a commotion and it looks like the unsub escaped through the sliding garage door.

In the dream, I remember seeing this episode.

I watch as Reid chases after him.

I remember feeling it was strange to be in the episode instead of watching it, only experiencing part of it.

Filming is over and they tell me it’s time to say goodbye to my friend.

I find her in the checkout line in a supermarket and she gives me a post-it note with her contact information.

I remember wondering, being confused about a time loop:

how could this be happening now, if the episode had already aired…

but this hadn’t happened before, so it has to be happening now

I find myself trying to get on to an escalator, but instead of working like usual, it rose straight up instead,

leaving an empty space where the bottom step should have been

I follow another cast member up the stairs/ladder to the right

and when I get to the top, there is nowhere to get off

I feel that someone else is controlling the motion now and I continue up, past people on exercise bikes

the ceiling is getting closer and closer and I have to almost lie down so I don’t get squished

I am now horizontal in a normal sized room, but find that I am strapped into this machine that is pulling me around

I’m trying to escape, only one leg is strapped in

Finally a guard comes over and releases me

I remember almost losing my shoe

I walk around and find that there is a checkout counter where we can buy food/drinks.

I look at the drinks in the case, there is apple juice, orange juice, etc. All only half full, all stale.

There are people crowding around everywhere.I don’t know what’s going on.

I hear people whispering “should we tell her?” I ask someone and she says that there will be an execution.

We are all being led outside, forced to watch. I push my way to the front to get out of there.

There is a man who may be after me.

Once I’m outside, I remember that this is a dream and I try to escape this scenery.

I feel myself start swirling and I find myself lying in some grass.

This place looks very strange. There are huge creatures, the colors are very vivid.

They look like huge stuffed animals come to life.

I look down and realize I am holding a small stuffed animal that I brought through the vortex with me.

I realize it is now alive as I feel its claws dig into me.

I am trying to escape from these giant creatures, and I see something that looks like tree branches coming towards me.

At first I think it is a giant spider, but then a kid pulls on its leash and I realize that is is a giant dragon.

I am thinking “Did I really just escape that prison, only to almost get eaten by a dragon?”

So as remember again that I am dreaming, I decide to walk through a tree.

As I get close, I wonder it if will work, but I truly believe it will.

As I enter the tree, I feel the depth of it, I feel its spirit welcoming me, enveloping me

I move through it slowly and as I exit on the other side, I realize I am on the other side of the house.

There are kids playing outside and when the door opens, I realize that I didn’t escape.

It’s the house of the man who imprisoned me. I want to run, but then think that since it is still a dream

Maybe I should face him.

So I walk inside the open door to the enclosed porch

It is dark outside and I see my reflection in the mirror

I look like a younger version of me

I am wearing a pink T-shirt with writing on it and jeans

A wide brim straw hat is on my head

I find the inside door

Knock

His very small wife answers. She is short and is wearing bright red lipstick. She seems like a caricature.

She recognizes me and says “Oh, it’s you…”

She says that before she lets me in, I have to apologize to her.

I apologize

For what, I am not sure.

Then walk through the kitchen. The woman is now nowhere in sight.

I see two cats playing, one of the looks like my cat. It seems that she used to live here.

I continue on to the living room and a see another cat.

There is a teenage girl coming down the stairs.

I tell her that I am here to see her father.

She says that she will go get him

and I sit down to wait.

I begin to feel myself losing the dream

begin to feel my physical body

I try to hold on, but it is already fading

already gone

and I am no longer there.

I know the man’s name in the dream

In the dream, I have known him before

now I cannot remember


Trapped in an Asylum in the Dreamworld

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Just had a very interesting dream. It seemed to last for a few hours. I even woke up twice and re-entered it. It was as if I never really left the dream.

It started out with me joining this secret group that solved crimes. This girl was training me and we went into this building and she spoke with a man on a roof, while I waited for her inside. I had left my things in another room and when we went back to them, she asked if I was sure they were the same. I asked why wouldn’t they be, and she said that the man likes to trick people. I ended up throwing a lot of it out. We are just about to leave and I find that I am carrying an old book that apparently had been given to me. The people at the register call me back because they think I am trying to steal the book. They look at it for a while, but can’t find it in their system. Finally I ask if I can go since it obviously isn’t theirs. The man behind the counter tells me he has a package for me and pulls out a box with my name on it to give me a reason to stay. The girl who is training me comes over and we open it. Inside is a case that belonged to her mother before she died. Somehow, she had known I would come and left if for me. I do not know what it contained. As we’re looking at the case, I realized that they weren’t going to let us leave. I began to come up with a plan that she create a distraction, while I got the case and the book and escaped, and then she would join me since they didn’t seem to care about her being there or not. This is when I woke up the first time.

As I went back into the dream, the girl was gone, and I was now trapped in this building with my family. They had told us not to talk to anyone. But, I decide, that doesn’t mean that we can’t explore. We pass a person carrying a body without a head. Next we explore upstairs and pass many people who seem a little unusual and I get the impression that maybe this place is like a mental hospital, it seemed like Arkham Asylum, strange because I’m not too familiar with that, but the name came to me. There are a few stores that we go in and as we make our way back downstairs a few people grab at us, but we are able to avoid them. As we look off over a balcony we see the doors to this place open and close. By the motion of the doors we can tell that they are meant to keep people inside, and realize that we have to figure out how we’re going to get out. It seems that they open the doors at set times. Next we are back downstairs and they want everyone in the auditorium. During this time, my dad manages to slip outside through the doors. Then somehow my mom, who is carrying a baby manages to escape. I follow them through the doors, but we are now being chased by guards who want to bring us back. This is when I wake up the second time.

As I return to the dream this time, I am back in the asylum. My dad is there too. I saw him briefly, but then they took him to another room. I get a call from him on my phone and I answer and it sounds like him, but I suspect that they are listening, asked him to call. I had EEG wires attached to my head and somehow I could see my dad’s brainwaves on my phone screen and he appeared to be sleeping. I was watching his brainwaves for an arousal as I dialed his number from a different phone, but he did not seem to wake up or hear it ringing. I got up again to explore and try to plan my escape. I came across a machine that visitors could sign in and out. The name of the last person who had left was still there. I knew if I put my name, it would cause alarm, so I put my dad’s initial and last name I.Day, and then buttons came up where you could add guests. I pushed the button 3 times accidentally and it said that we had to pay $3 in order to leave. There were slots for coins and as I am looking to see if I had any money, my dad comes over and gives me this giant coin to deposit. It turned out only to be worth $1 so I am searching through my quarters, trying to insert them before time runs out. There was a timer and I remember it saying I had 37 seconds left. As I add the last quarter, a message pops up on the screen and says that we have angered it. Not quite sure what that means since the doors opened and we ran to get out of there. We made it through the door and off of the grounds before the gates closed. And I remember my dad picking me up to escape in a cab. This is where I finally woke up and ended the dream.

Not sure exactly how I was able to stay in this world for so long. It lasted for at least a few hours judging from the time that I woke up the first time and when I finally got up. It was like it was such an interesting world, that I couldn’t leave. Even though I woke up and got up for a few minutes, I continued to think about it and my mind never fully left, so that when I got back into bed and drifted back to sleep, I was still there.


Dream Research Project Update!

Due to interest from people in various areas, I have updated this research project to include meetings via phone or internet. I am hoping to have the first meeting within the next week or two, before 2/18/15. For more information on the project please see my previous post or visit my Dream Research Project page. I have also created a private facebook group where I will be uploading files and opening discussion for the design of the project. If you would like to join, please visit the groups facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/groups/liminaldreamresearch/ and request to join. All updates will be posted on the group page. Also, if you are not on Facebook and want to participate, please email me at lday@email.jfku.edu and I will send you more information.


Dream Research Project

So I am currently recruiting participants for my research project related to dreams. It is a study involving unusual experiences occurring somewhere between waking and dreaming. More information can be found on my Dream Research Project page. I have had multiple experiences that fall into this category, one of which I have written about here.

Dreams have always seemed to fascinate me. The fact that we can live a completely different life while we are sleeping, how sometimes, I cannot seem to distinguish whether what I remember happened while I was awake or asleep, and whether or not it matters.

My dad and I have had discussions about fictional characters and how we sometimes know more about them, than about the the author of the books in which they appear. Sherlock Holmes, for instance, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Is Sherlock Holmes really any less real simply because he is fictional? It depends, I suppose, on your definition of reality. We know so much more about him than we do about Doyle who we assume was a “real” person.

In any case, this research project involves examining various worldviews and exploring how these liminal experiences can influence or change our ways of thinking about the world around us.


Currently Reading – The Anatomy of Dreams

The Anatomy of Dreams by Chloe Benjamin

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I really really want to like this book because it’s about lucid dream research, but I’m having a lot of difficulty getting into it. Not sure if it’s because I can’t seem to really relate to the characters or what, but I’m finding myself losing interest in the parts of the story that don’t involve the dream research. I am about one third of the way through at the moment and will keep you posted. So far it seems to be not quite a love story between a girl and boy who are classmates at a boarding school and who meet up again in college and are recruited by their high school professor to become lucid dream researchers when after a while, Sylvie, the girl, begins to have doubts about the ethics of the research. I have read from other reviews that the last half of the book gets better so I will keep going….


More Lucid Dream Strangeness….a singsong voice said “You’re still dreaming…”

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Just had more lucid dream strangeness. I was on a balcony where I had just been, but the street had changed and I realized I was dreaming so I jumped off the balcony and started to fly. I asked the dream to take me somewhere and I ended up in this room with red/burgundy couches and all the doors were closed. I opened one and there were about 5 or 6 people sitting in chairs, kind of like a classroom. They all stood up when I came in. I recognized my mom as one of them. It was when she was younger maybe still in school. I think it was around the time that Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. So I went up to her and told her that I was her daughter, her future daughter and she hugged me. I told her I hadn’t seen her in 17 years. She looked at me and told her friends “she does look kind of like me doesn’t she?” Then the dream ended and I woke up. I looked at my cell phone and started to look at my messages, and noticed that they seemed strange, I couldn’t remember half of them, and then I found a picture on my phone of the room with the red couches from my dream. I heard this strange almost twilight zone type music and a singsong voice said “you’re still dreaming…” and I was whisked away again, this time to the apartment where I grew up. As I walked by my parents bedroom I saw two shadowy figures look at me, one of them waved. I continued to walk down the hallway, looked in the other bedroom, then the dining room and kitchen. I tried to look at the clock but it was kind of blurry. As my attention would shift from one room to the next, each room would change, the furniture, the decor, so that every time I looked at each room it looked different. I think I decided to take a picture of one, and this man appeared, he said he wanted to make it look believable for the picture. I asked “Who are you” and he said “The director”. I followed him thorough this hidden doorway to what looked like a movie set, but he would not say more. I then remember my attention shifting back to my body in bed which I could feel, but felt as if I was in a deep meditative state. It felt as if I was just awake meditating and thinking, I was aware of my breathing, my cat sleeping on the pillow above my head, I felt her tail brush against my face. I started to wonder if maybe lucid dreaming isn’t really sleeping at all, maybe it’s something in between dreaming and meditating. In this dream state, I felt it was less fragile than lucid dreams I have had in the past. I wonder if it is possible that I could have traveled back in time in my dream and visited her…


DreamSpaces & Lucid Dreaming

I’ve been thinking a lot about vector spaces lately…most likely due to the fact that I’m taking an linear algebra class and that’s what we’re currently learning. I must have learned about them before when I tried to take this class as an undergrad, but it seems to make more sense now. Anyway, vector spaces have even been invading my dreams, which got me thinking about dreams, which is not unusual since they are what I am studying. And no please don’t ask me to interpret yours…while I do maintain that they provide us with insights and guidance and can help us uncover unconscious material, my main interest is in why we dream and what they are. So back to vector spaces, this thought occurred to me earlier today: what if the dreamspace is a vector space. We all know that in dreams, different rules seem to apply, such that the normal rules of physics, such as gravity, etc., are no longer standard. Sometimes we fly, we walk through doorways into the past, the future, seem to travel instantaneously, etc.  Which makes me wonder if there are any rules in the dream world…. Also is there such a thing as “the” dream world, or does each one of us have our own different dream world? There are times where I feel like I have a completely different dream life, a familiarity like I’m remembering having lived there before.

Recently, there was an article published in Nature Neuroscience http://www.nature.com/neuro/journal/vaop/ncurrent/full/nn.3719.html that showed scientists were able to induce lucid dreaming, which is where one is aware they are dreaming within the dream, by inducing gamma waves (25-100 Hz), which have been observed during spontaneous lucid dreams, in the brain using an electrical current. This is extremely interesting because we may now have a way to study dreams and experiment with them in a more systematic way than finding people who are able to do it spontaneously or inducing them with various drugs.  So back to my idea about vector spaces and the dream world. We could possibly test whether there are limits in the dream world, if there are fundamental rules that are just different from the ones we know in the waking world, or maybe they’re aren’t and anything is possible. Are there limits to how much control we have?

But then, this introduces the question of whether the lucid dream state is different from the regular dream state… As well as what actually causes spontaneous lucid dreams? It happened once when I woke up from an interesting dream and tried to go back into it, and when I did, I knew I was in the dream again. There was another time when I knew I was dreaming and wanted to wake up, but couldn’t….every time I tried to open my eyes, I would be in a different dream scenario…

Anyway, just some thoughts, possibly future research ideas, but for now I’m going to focus on my first question of why we dream and I have my own hypothesis, but more on that later when I actually start working on my thesis…