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I have many different kinds of dreams.

Some are just normal narrative dreams.

But a lot of the time I just lay in bed without being fully asleep and see what I can see. Entering a dream like state that way gives much more vivid imagery and enables other sensations like touch, smell, taste, etc..

There's also a stage of sleep where it's just a ton of conversations that are really hard to remember.

There's so much available in sleep, it's really hard to know what all is there to experience.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dhumavati

Perceived as the void, as the dissolved form of consciousness, when all beings are dissolved in sleep in the supreme Brahman, having swallowed the entire universe, the seer-poets call her the most glorious and the eldest, Dhumavati. She exists in the forms of sleep, lack of memory, illusion, and dullness in the creatures immersed in the illusion of the world, but among the yogis she becomes the power that destroys all thoughts, indeed Samadhi (death and liberation) itself. — Ganapati Muni, Uma Sahasram 38, pp. 13—14, [19]

https://invidious.snopyta.org/watch?v=YwVjGpMefzs

https://invidious.fdn.fr/watch?v=9-b85ngtQO4

Don't be too alarmed if reality breaks, you won't remember it anyway.

I have many different kinds of dreams. Some are just normal narrative dreams. But a lot of the time I just lay in bed without being fully asleep and see what I can see. Entering a dream like state that way gives much more vivid imagery and enables other sensations like touch, smell, taste, etc.. There's also a stage of sleep where it's just a ton of conversations that are really hard to remember. There's so much available in sleep, it's really hard to know what all is there to experience. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dhumavati > Perceived as the void, as the dissolved form of consciousness, when all beings are dissolved in sleep in the supreme Brahman, having swallowed the entire universe, the seer-poets call her the most glorious and the eldest, Dhumavati. She exists in the forms of sleep, lack of memory, illusion, and dullness in the creatures immersed in the illusion of the world, but among the yogis she becomes the power that destroys all thoughts, indeed Samadhi (death and liberation) itself. — Ganapati Muni, Uma Sahasram 38, pp. 13—14, [19] https://invidious.snopyta.org/watch?v=YwVjGpMefzs https://invidious.fdn.fr/watch?v=9-b85ngtQO4 Don't be too alarmed if reality breaks, you won't remember it anyway.

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The other day I dreamt that they made an experimental type of prosac for pets named prolast, then named the resulting personality disorders after classic snl cast members.

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The last dream I recall I was floating above somewhere very much like 1990's USA in the afternoon. There was something really pleasant about it, but also really unnerving because it reminded me of the stress of my early childhood. I had a different body, or the outline of a body, a different person, in some ways maybe an upgrade, but I was a child, maybe 14.

If I could I would avoid ever being a child again.

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One of the strangest most surreal dreams I can remember was awhile after one of my good freinds died. He brought me to the city in the sky to check out his new place in what seemed like an old folks home. When I started to realize that it was more of a halfway house to ease people into the afterlife I started to wander around a bit and some people had some really terrible accommodations with bright lights that wouldn't turn off and leaking pipes. Most people were completely uninterested with my presence and seemed generally shocked when I tried to communicate. The whole city had a weird grand theft auto vibe, very weird.

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Yeah, the dreams after someone dies are interesting.

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Did you ever notice in dreams that the people you meet are complete strangers, as in people you've never seen or met before? How does that happen, I wonder? How does your mind compose complete strangers and give them faces, behaviors, speech patterns? It's almost as though you are meeting in dreams real people who actually exist, but whom you've never met in waking life.

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Many of them are, some don't have bodies.

I suspect I actually talk to most of you here in dreams.