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July 18, 2004



I usually don't have problems flying in my dreams and I tend to favor swords when facing off a hoard of zombies. No bullets to run out of, no mechanisms to jam. Though you have to watch out for the flying sharks, as they're just as bad as the zombies and swords don't really do much against them. It's a hazardous occupation, dreaming.

Adam Kotsko

I never remember my dreams unless I eat something really unhealthy right before going to bed. For a variety of reasons, I have eaten right before bed a lot more often lately, so I've had some really elaborate dreams -- no sci-fi themes, except for an unfortunate incident involving an "ant man." All my dreams take place either in my childhood home or in church, it seems.


I first learned to control my dreams in high school, before I tell the dream that started it I will start off by saying I was emotionally troubled then but I'm much better now :)

I was sleeping in the middle of the day on the couch in the living room, it was especially hot, and I dreamt that I was walking home at night from a friend's house. As I was walking my point of view shifted to that of someone waiting inside a car to jump out and get me, OMG it was a serial killer! I got very scared, and I came closer and then the serial killer jumped out and I woke up, sweaty and breathing fast from fear. This was unacceptable to me, no way was I gonna let any dumb serial killer chase me out of my dreams, no sir, so I went back to sleep trying to picture the scene in my mind again so as to get back to the same place.

Well it worked, once again I was walking home from my friend's house, it was dark and scary, and the serial killer was in the car, and then he jumped out to get me, but since I was aware of the dream I focused my mind and made him move very slowly while I moved at my normal speed, taking away the knife and killing him.

Then I woke up, felt pretty exhilirated and empowered having faced down my enemy and all that stuff. I felt so exhilirated and great I decided to do it again. In fact I think I had that same dream 3 times in a row, the final time I woke up and I was drenched in sweat, as though I had been in a grueling workout, which considering I'd been fighting some psychopathing serial killer for what seemed like 30-40 minutes I guess I had. Then my stepdad came in and said if I was gonna sweat like that to go lay down in my room because I was messing up the couch.

And that's how I learned to control my dreams. At virtual knife point.

Matt Weiner

I used regularly to have dreams that were partly in the form of video games--sometimes I and those around me would be normal 3-d type folks, and sometimes we'd be flat little LED animated creatures. The odd thing is that I never played video games very much at all. I've also never been able to control my dreams worth a darn, which jibes well with my limited video-game experience.

Jeremy Osner

I sometimes have what I think are lucid dreams as the article describes them, although my ability to direct the events of the dreams is usually pretty limited. I usually wake up from these dreams pretty gradually, to the point that by the time I am fully awake the dream has turned into a daydream, over which I have pretty full control but which is not nearly as vivid. When this happens I am totally unable to pinpoint where it was that I woke up -- the effort to assert control of the dream events seems to contribute to waking up though.

W. Kiernan

belle sez: The author, like John, is one of those people who don't remember their dreams

Some time, if you've got the patience, carefully watch John's eyes while he's sleeping. When you see his eyeballs twitching and darting all over the place, wake him up right away, and I'll bet he remembers his current dream, at least for ten or twenty seconds.

You may want to refrain from asking him what the dream was about right away, though, because the effort of rendering it into a form where he can communicate it or even remember it with his daylight mind, of making it logical and sensible, might disrupt the nonsensical dream stuff so badly that the memory of it instantly crumbles, dissolves, evaporates.

Every morning when I wake up I clearly remember the dream I was in, but the memory never lasts so long as fifteen minutes amidst the turbulence of conscious thought. Trying to remember the details of a dream with the waking mind is like trying to pick up and carry a house of cards, intact, in the bucket of a roaring thirty-ton track backhoe.

Jeremy Osner

W. Kieran -- it can be useful (if you are so inclined) to keep a notepad next to the bed and a pencil, and jot down the recollection before it is gone. Here is a collection of my dream memories that I have been able to save.


Oh, thank goodness. I thought I was the only one with the DEoS problem. There's nothing like battling for one's immortal soul in one's sleep to feel well-rested in the morning. Especially if one loses. No sex though. Not even petting.

The first dream I remember was about my eventual personal extinction, and it had the very spooky image of a graveyard in heaven, above which there was another heaven (a cloud) with another, smaller graveyard, and so on in a presumably infinite regress. I was four.

And people wonder about my coffee intake.



hey! great post! it was very well-written!

(my dreams are usually kinda like strange colors and techno psychedelia, that type of uninterpretable shit you'd probably see O.D.-ing on drugs. sometimes, when they're coherent, the story plots just go all moebius with my dream motifs like clowns and knives and highways and shit. perhaps it's a skewed window into my psychology...)

thank you doctor. it was nice opening up. :P

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