I had a guitar building dream
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Well..... back in the day, I dreamed entire Doom levels... I'd played the game so much, and when it first came out, it was a bit of a shocker in terms of visuals.
The other month, after doing a "top end" on a buddies Harley, I dreamed the entire job over again at least twice in the same nite. Weird.
The other month, after doing a "top end" on a buddies Harley, I dreamed the entire job over again at least twice in the same nite. Weird.
Return of Guitlouie
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Here's a good one....Once when I was around nineteen or so, I awoke in my room in the apartment that I rented, and looked up to see that the window was open, when I was quite sure that I had closed it the night before. While thinking about this, I looked around the room to see if anything else was different. This was all very vivid and detailed, then without warning, a green smoke started to circle out of the lighting fixture on the ceiling....I snapped awake just as the smoke was about to reach my face. So there is my room, my heart is beating quickly, and I am sweating profusely...but the window is still open...I immediately look up at the light fixture, and a swirl of green smoke starts pouring out. So I snap awake again, even more agitated, more sweaty, in more of a panic. Window...still open...light....green smoke....You get the idea. This happened somewhere in the neighborhood of ten or twelve times before I really woke up. For about an hour, I still thought it was going to happen again.
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It's actually really horrible .Dreaming you broke your face,then waking up with a broken face, then crying because it hurts so bad, then actually waking up and being fine.
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I'm never going to sleep ever again!!!!!Return of Guitlouie said:
demons, who said demons? i didn't say demons. i had a weird experience and thought i'd share.
i am fully aware of sleep paralysis but like i said i was scared out of my wits, notice i never said demon or devil. i didn't see a demon, hell i never saw anything. there was sound, loud too and physical sensations not like a dream but not totally unlike sleep paralysis.
i have had similar experiences on two other occasions, one i was unable to move and it was more odd than scary, just nothing made sense. another was more pleasurable that odd or scary. now that one is a weird story but i wont tell it, it was more like a dream as i didn't believe that i was unable to get up, but was too vivid and had too much detail. it was more like a hallucination of all 5 sense than a dream.
i wonder what the root cause for these things is?
i am fully aware of sleep paralysis but like i said i was scared out of my wits, notice i never said demon or devil. i didn't see a demon, hell i never saw anything. there was sound, loud too and physical sensations not like a dream but not totally unlike sleep paralysis.
i have had similar experiences on two other occasions, one i was unable to move and it was more odd than scary, just nothing made sense. another was more pleasurable that odd or scary. now that one is a weird story but i wont tell it, it was more like a dream as i didn't believe that i was unable to get up, but was too vivid and had too much detail. it was more like a hallucination of all 5 sense than a dream.
i wonder what the root cause for these things is?
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The worst nightmares are the ones where you wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, go to school / work, make it halfway through the way (or all the way in the worst cases) then wake up and actually have to go do it for real this time.
I had a short stint in the Army and I still have dreams where I'm told to do a thousand pushups with a fat kid sitting on my back.
On hallucinations, though, I had a really bad fever one time in high school -- 104+ bad -- and when it was like 101 my mother had me move down to the basement so I wouldn't get anyone else sick. I guess she thought I was coming up for food and water when she wasn't looking, 'cause like a day or two later my girlfriend got worried and came by to check on me and then I'm in the shower with cold water going and I don't know what's happened. I remember I was in a place that was all made up of swirled paint, and this old guy kept showing up and when I'd try to reach for him he would like, stretch out and kind of melt into the colors and pop out somewhere else. It would look awesome if I could figure out how to paint it on a guitar.
I had a short stint in the Army and I still have dreams where I'm told to do a thousand pushups with a fat kid sitting on my back.
On hallucinations, though, I had a really bad fever one time in high school -- 104+ bad -- and when it was like 101 my mother had me move down to the basement so I wouldn't get anyone else sick. I guess she thought I was coming up for food and water when she wasn't looking, 'cause like a day or two later my girlfriend got worried and came by to check on me and then I'm in the shower with cold water going and I don't know what's happened. I remember I was in a place that was all made up of swirled paint, and this old guy kept showing up and when I'd try to reach for him he would like, stretch out and kind of melt into the colors and pop out somewhere else. It would look awesome if I could figure out how to paint it on a guitar.
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OK I lied - I am still reading this thread.
My story: it's 1967 or '68 so I am like 5 or 6. There is this show on TV called The Invaders. I think it was about aliens who wanted to take over Earth. I never actually watched it so I don't remember. What I do remember was the commerical/promo for the show: picture a glass window pane heavily fogged with condensation. As the voiceover plays, two hands appear at the top of the window and their fingers slowly move down the glass making streaks that look like gashes from a claw.
Some time after, days or weeks I suppose, I get to stay up late to watch some TV. My folks let me fall asleep on the couch and cover me up before going to bed themselves. I wake up in the middle of the night and look up on the back of the couch and there is a dismembered hand. No blood or gore, just a hand and maybe an inch or two of wrist. So I freak and run into my parents room.
I crawl into bed on my Dad's side of the bed. The windows is open, moonlight is shining in and there is a slight breeze moving the sheer curtain. His side of the bed faced a dresser. The dresser was long and wide and would maybe be waist high on an adult. I think it was my Mom's dresser because there was a jewelry box on top. As I get under the covers, I look over at the dresser and on top of the jewelry box is the other hand! I remember asking my Dad, "What is that?" He is only half awake and misunderstands what I am asking and replies "It's just the wind blowing the curtain."
I closed my eyes as tight as I could, afraid to look back over to the jewelry box and eventually fell back asleep next to my father.
Still freaks me out and gives me chills to this day!
My story: it's 1967 or '68 so I am like 5 or 6. There is this show on TV called The Invaders. I think it was about aliens who wanted to take over Earth. I never actually watched it so I don't remember. What I do remember was the commerical/promo for the show: picture a glass window pane heavily fogged with condensation. As the voiceover plays, two hands appear at the top of the window and their fingers slowly move down the glass making streaks that look like gashes from a claw.
Some time after, days or weeks I suppose, I get to stay up late to watch some TV. My folks let me fall asleep on the couch and cover me up before going to bed themselves. I wake up in the middle of the night and look up on the back of the couch and there is a dismembered hand. No blood or gore, just a hand and maybe an inch or two of wrist. So I freak and run into my parents room.
I crawl into bed on my Dad's side of the bed. The windows is open, moonlight is shining in and there is a slight breeze moving the sheer curtain. His side of the bed faced a dresser. The dresser was long and wide and would maybe be waist high on an adult. I think it was my Mom's dresser because there was a jewelry box on top. As I get under the covers, I look over at the dresser and on top of the jewelry box is the other hand! I remember asking my Dad, "What is that?" He is only half awake and misunderstands what I am asking and replies "It's just the wind blowing the curtain."
I closed my eyes as tight as I could, afraid to look back over to the jewelry box and eventually fell back asleep next to my father.
Still freaks me out and gives me chills to this day!
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This Thread has veered into dream stories, so I may as well 'fess up to a couple.
1. Hallucination.
Was very sick with an allergy, covered head to toe in hives. Hives started getting into throat and restricting breathing. Mum called Dr. in. He administered a painkiller/sedative that was very strong, may have been morphine? I felt a lot better and overnight as I buzzed along in my bed to this magnificent drug I watched my poster of Jimi Hendrix up on the wall play all sorts of beautiful music! Great gig to watch.....
2. Dream? Hallucination? Visit from Jesus???
Shortly after my Dad died in 1985, and still feeling a hell of a lot weight on my mind and shoulders from all the grief ( I was 24 at the time and took to drinking to ease the pain - which I later learned is the worse thing to do). At sleep was woken up by a feeling of someone/something in the room? Looked up at said Hendrix poster and instead it was a Jesus like image who then proceeded to touch my right shoulder and place the thought into my head that it would be alright......Then went back to sleep. Over the coming days I could feel the grief lifting and being able to 'breath' a bit better. One of the weirdest experiences I have had without any substances taken!
3. Dream
In the early 80s I had pretensions about being the next rock star. Was doing a recording engineers' course, and some roadie work for a friend who was doing pub gigs around town in a band.
Dreamt that I was playing in a band that had won a support gig to a very BIG act who were doing outdoor stadium shows. Dreamt that I went onstage and did a whole gig in the late afternoon. ALL the feelings were there --sun in the eyes, poor lighting but could feel the heat, the sound and delay of the sound through the PA at the side, the monitor sound, the strap burn on the left shoulder from carrying the guitar for 2+ hours. Woke up with ears ringing, throat raspy from 'singing?', fingers aching like hell, and sweaty..... Now that was life like. And I had never been on such a big stage before, all imagined.
1. Hallucination.
Was very sick with an allergy, covered head to toe in hives. Hives started getting into throat and restricting breathing. Mum called Dr. in. He administered a painkiller/sedative that was very strong, may have been morphine? I felt a lot better and overnight as I buzzed along in my bed to this magnificent drug I watched my poster of Jimi Hendrix up on the wall play all sorts of beautiful music! Great gig to watch.....
2. Dream? Hallucination? Visit from Jesus???
Shortly after my Dad died in 1985, and still feeling a hell of a lot weight on my mind and shoulders from all the grief ( I was 24 at the time and took to drinking to ease the pain - which I later learned is the worse thing to do). At sleep was woken up by a feeling of someone/something in the room? Looked up at said Hendrix poster and instead it was a Jesus like image who then proceeded to touch my right shoulder and place the thought into my head that it would be alright......Then went back to sleep. Over the coming days I could feel the grief lifting and being able to 'breath' a bit better. One of the weirdest experiences I have had without any substances taken!
3. Dream
In the early 80s I had pretensions about being the next rock star. Was doing a recording engineers' course, and some roadie work for a friend who was doing pub gigs around town in a band.
Dreamt that I was playing in a band that had won a support gig to a very BIG act who were doing outdoor stadium shows. Dreamt that I went onstage and did a whole gig in the late afternoon. ALL the feelings were there --sun in the eyes, poor lighting but could feel the heat, the sound and delay of the sound through the PA at the side, the monitor sound, the strap burn on the left shoulder from carrying the guitar for 2+ hours. Woke up with ears ringing, throat raspy from 'singing?', fingers aching like hell, and sweaty..... Now that was life like. And I had never been on such a big stage before, all imagined.
I have to share the coolest dream I ever had. I was in a bar that was hosting a party for music industry people, and I saw Andrew Bird (by now you should all know that he is my idol and one of probably only 4 celebrities that I would totally make me freak out if I met). He was talking to some guy who was trying to tell him a bunch of good bands to listen to, and I kind of slipped into the conversation. The guy he was talking to evidently had no idea who he was, because he told him he should listen to "this Andrew Bird guy". Mr. Bird looked at me for a sec like "let's mess with this guy" and told him to describe "this Andrew Bird guy's" music. Basically the guy made a total fool of himself, and then I said "Well, you should see him live, because it's one of the most amazing live acts on the planet." Then the other guy left and Andrew Bird was like "That was funny, and thanks for the complement." I chatted with him for a moment, then I went outside and Jack White was in the parking lot with his entire guitar collection. He proceeded to show me all of his guitars and tell me about them in detail while I tried playing them. COOLEST. DREAM. EVER.
I actually had another dream recently in which I met both of them at the same event, but it was a lot weirder and not anywhere near as good as the first one.
I actually had another dream recently in which I met both of them at the same event, but it was a lot weirder and not anywhere near as good as the first one.
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hannaugh said:
Ha ha, I think Bob Marley figures prominently in a lot of 'gunga' induced weird dreams, Hannaugh...... That Jimi poster was up above my bed at home from when I was about age 12 til about 32!! Lots of nights, after one too many sherbets, I'd talk to Jimi :doh:.......
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The brain is an amazing thing.
I had major lung surgery a couple years ago, and lost a part of one lung to pneumonia. I'm recovered and fine now, albeit unable to tolerate much exertion, but the experience was absolutely bizarre. Drugs ain't got nothin' on high fever and/or hypoxia for realistic hallucinations. I have memories of truly outrageous things that never happened that are as clear and realistic as if they'd happened an hour ago. They were just outrageous, though. Nothing terrifying, until you add the drugs. Then things got out of control, but at least they were dream-like in that you knew they couldn't be happening. No less terrifying, though. Easy to see where the heaven/hell/afterlife myths came from.
I had major lung surgery a couple years ago, and lost a part of one lung to pneumonia. I'm recovered and fine now, albeit unable to tolerate much exertion, but the experience was absolutely bizarre. Drugs ain't got nothin' on high fever and/or hypoxia for realistic hallucinations. I have memories of truly outrageous things that never happened that are as clear and realistic as if they'd happened an hour ago. They were just outrageous, though. Nothing terrifying, until you add the drugs. Then things got out of control, but at least they were dream-like in that you knew they couldn't be happening. No less terrifying, though. Easy to see where the heaven/hell/afterlife myths came from.
In 1992 I didn't play bass or guitar and wanted to start with either of the two, I wasn't sure yet which it was going to be.
Then one night I had this dream that I had a bass hanging around my shoulders and I kind of started playing on it (as far as I could imagine that because I never had even touched a bass in my life at that time). It felt just right. I remember that there was also some Pearl Jam/Jeff Ament somewhere in that dream (I listened to 'Ten' a LOT back then).
The next morning it was totally clear to me and a couple of weeks later, I bought my first bass. Never looked back.
Then one night I had this dream that I had a bass hanging around my shoulders and I kind of started playing on it (as far as I could imagine that because I never had even touched a bass in my life at that time). It felt just right. I remember that there was also some Pearl Jam/Jeff Ament somewhere in that dream (I listened to 'Ten' a LOT back then).
The next morning it was totally clear to me and a couple of weeks later, I bought my first bass. Never looked back.
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Some of the most enjoyable dreams I've ever had have been playing guitars that I don't own.
Most always they were Les Pauls but this was when I didn't own a Les Paul and was often consciously missing then feel of the LP neck scale,
or at least wanting to once again compare it to my War. Strat.
I haven't had one since I bought the LP Studio a few months back.
The other dream type that I thoroughly enjoy is the girl friend that I don't know... i.e. in the dream, obviously being in a relationship and really liking it,
and being totally infatuated with the woman, her beauty and charm, the feeling of being really close to her, but having no idea what her name is.
And they're different every time!
Of course, it's most likely because I'm single and not dating 99% of the time over the past decade.
The paralysis thing is no stranger to me either.
Google "lucid dreaming" or lucid dreams for an other take on that alternate reality. Mixing Kundilini into that search might also shed some light.
Becoming aware that one is dreaming, when in the dream, and being able to also not trigger waking up, is a subtle and hard to acquire skill.
It can put a new and different perspective on the Superman myth/story for sure.
Most always they were Les Pauls but this was when I didn't own a Les Paul and was often consciously missing then feel of the LP neck scale,
or at least wanting to once again compare it to my War. Strat.
I haven't had one since I bought the LP Studio a few months back.
The other dream type that I thoroughly enjoy is the girl friend that I don't know... i.e. in the dream, obviously being in a relationship and really liking it,
and being totally infatuated with the woman, her beauty and charm, the feeling of being really close to her, but having no idea what her name is.
And they're different every time!
Of course, it's most likely because I'm single and not dating 99% of the time over the past decade.
The paralysis thing is no stranger to me either.
Google "lucid dreaming" or lucid dreams for an other take on that alternate reality. Mixing Kundilini into that search might also shed some light.
Becoming aware that one is dreaming, when in the dream, and being able to also not trigger waking up, is a subtle and hard to acquire skill.
It can put a new and different perspective on the Superman myth/story for sure.
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I had a dream about dirt people taking over new york city in 2014, it felt like it lasted 4 hours, i woke up from it two hours after i went to bed. DIRT PEOPLE! :icon_jokercolor:
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