Dream Moods

Found a good forum today where lots of people have talking about their dreams. It’s part of the site Dream Moods and I found some particularly interesting information about people that seem to exercise control over what they dream of:

I was having a dream, and it was similar to normal life only there was a large crowd outside of my house, just sitting, not waiting for anything. About 10 minutes (dream time) into the dream I asked myself whether it was a dream, and realized it was! However, unlike some lucid dreams where I’m basically God, I only had control over time, and as you know dreams are timeless, this dream only took an hour but I somehow made it a month. And life in the dream just went on, there were times when I was bored and such. I’m a guy who usually spends a lot of my time on the computer, but in the dream I knew there weren’t consequences so I did anything I’d want to do in the real world and walked around the “world” in my dream. By the end, I was eating peanut butter cookies that I made and a person outside in the crowd yells out “HEY FAT ASS!” I knew it was a dream and knew there weren’t consequences so I was going to kill the person, but instead i started dancing and woke up in a very good mood.

by Hypocrite

This guy seems to have built up an astounding amount of control over his dream state. For more information about lucid dreaming and much more why don’t you go ahead and visit www.dreammoods.com. Check out the forums to see what people are dreaming about. Maybe you’ll find something someone with similar experiences to yourself!

Dream – Haircut

Simple dream today. I walked past the hairdresser I work near and saw a guy who I think was my boyfriend’s sister’s best friend getting his hair cut. I walk in and he asks for some advice about how he wants his hair done. I suggest blonde. He goes and gets it blonde just to see what its like. Spurred by his ability to go for something new I decide on a new haircut that I would like (a little shorter with a fringe and some red highlights). I phone my dad asking for the cash. I realise its an expensive hairdresser so I decide to ask him for £30 pounds and I’ll pay the rest (though i won’t tell him that it costs any more than this otherwise he’ll be mad). Anyway, I think and think about the haircut but in the end I don’t have the courage to get it done.

There’s part of me that associates this simply with my ongoing wish to just go and get something new done for my hair but I think this also speaks of deeper issues of insecurity.

Dreams – The Hostage Dream

I’ve heard of people having hostage dreams before. I couldn’t tell you what the real significance of these are but here’s how my shockingly detailed dream went last night:

Me and many other people were in this building (almost like a hotel) and then it was suddenly evacuated… for some reason, as this evacuation took place, I remember the building being on a slant – the lift was moving sideways and i had to, literally, climb down the stairs. Soon everyone was running out the building and, as the three other people i was with came running out, the building started to fall over. They had to sprint to openings so that they wouldn’t be crushed.

After evacuating the building I was told that there was some kind of terrorist that had made threats about the building. Upon hearing this information we all moved away from the building and it was soon blown up true to the terrorists word.

Then I ran to get out of the field surrounding the building (jumping over a barbed wire fence in the process) then on the outer barbed wire fence (there were two that seperated a small path round the edge) there was a masked guy pouring petrol over the last fence. Someone following me then told me of his plans to torch the field. Everyone began to gather in the surrounding path between to two fences and then just seemed to stay there. I thought that we should move away from the petrol covered fence and stand in the middle of the field so that the fire would take less time to reach us and the helicopters could land to pick us up.

There was a brief bit, after I had moved into the middle of the field, where i was watching people far away run around in fear and was frustrated that they didn’t realise that they could jump over a small amount of fire and live instead of stay where they were and die. Anyway I stayed where I was and a helicopter landed on the ground in front of us.

As the helicopter lifted off I looked back onto the field and saw a massive group of SAS soldiers around the perimeter walking towards where the terrorist was throwing petrol. I saw one of them carrying the biggest gun I’d ever seen which rather than being a sniper rifle like I first assumed turned out to be a rocket launcher. The guy then started to shoot rockets at the other helicopters in the sky.

Meanwhile, I was taken up in the helicopter and was put in charge of some kind of gun. I was shooting at things around us in the sky and the pilot was telling me I was doing great. Then the pilot started to talk to us about where we were going and I noticed that one of the passengers looked really suspicious, almost looking as if he was going to kill the pilot… so I shot him in the head. He just looked at me, shocked, but continued to speak and move. I realised that the gun I was holding didn’t have real bullets in. I remember feeling gutted that all of my efforts at shooting from the helicopter had been meaningless.

Then after all that we landed in some kind of army barracks. After our ordeal they seemed to do training excersises on the same field so that they could be better prepared afterwards. I remember watching the same event from a television screen but in this time the people kept hostage seemed to be millionaires and were flinging money up into the air so that the captives could take it.

Wow, what an event filled dream. The first vivid dream I’ve had in a while.