When did the Dream of Last Night Happen?

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When did the Dream of Last Night Happen?

Postby Csabi_B » Mon Mar 16, 2009 6:35 am

The last night I had an odd dream about a guest. I found interesting features in the dream as I interpreted its pictures and sayings, so I write this essay hoping that you can interpret and identify a memory of a visit someday.

I think you have at least approximate concepts of a dream, the REM phase, the states of brain like the alpha state. You have already experienced that you do not remember in the morning what you dreamt, but you start to remember near the next night when you are sleepy again, haven't you? Also, you often return to places which are familiar in your dreams, but they do not exist in your real life meaning that you have a life in reality and another life in dreams. This is the result of the fact that your brain in its different states has access to different clusters of memories accordingly.

Let's suppose we, living our lives on Earth, are attached to a life-simulator. We cannot remember the life outside of the 'Earth Game' because the hardware keeps us in certain states of brain and prevents us to ever get the awaken state of brain otherwise we could wake up and the simulation is over. We cannot get to the awaken state by hypnotising each other in order to get an idea of the real world, but we can do tricks to remember our other trips in the simulator if we have been in one before. If the hardware used the same states of brain for the different trips, we could remember our previous simulated lives like some kind of childhood days. I do not believe that we are in a simulator, but if we did, the real world would be of such an overwhelming complexity that we can only guess. For example, we could read a book from one hundred yards away by our much finer sights, and we could remember all its words by our much more accurate memory.

The circuit above is to hint that a visitor or a voice may come from outside, but I rather want to explain the case when the visitor is from the same material world, for example, from some other planet. My point is that they probably have to use a certain state of brain if they want the event of the visit to be forgotten or rather hidden. There are lots of stories that ex-abductees could talk about the visits under hypnosis. We can decide to believe or not, however, we have got to admit that these things could possibly have happened really. It is important to note that the 'ex-abductee' under hypnosis is not guaranteed not to lie or not to be suggested by the interrogator.

But you do not lie to yourself, don't you? So you can get a real story if you can access the memory of the visit by interpreting and identifying an odd dream. Before you begin to apply this reference, you should note that (1) we see lots of dreams, so coincidences may easily occur; (2) there is difference between an interpretation and an intraconstruation.

I am not the first one who claims that dreams do have meanings (S. Freud). The key to an approximately valid interpretation of a dream is to find out what might cause your brain to see a dreamy picture. Let me describe first how a visit can usually happen:
-As we, people, are active at daylight, and inactive and helpless at night mainly, visitors are more likely to come at night;
-Be day or night, if you were awake, you could see them coming, so they are more likely to come when you are sleeping;
-If you live in your house alone, they will probably enter your house in order their visit could not be witnessed by others on the street of town. If you live with your family, they will probably get you come out of the house into the garden or just out into the country. Visits may occur even in crowded cities, too, as we, citizens, live and sleep in crowded cities. I am sure they have just as much to do with citizens as with countrymen;
-I do not know the technical details how they hypnotise you to get up and open the door to let them in, but let me guess: they use nearly ultra- or infra-sound voices shifted by octaves from normal. This alone could be 'heard' by a witness, too, but they can speed up the sound accordingly to the rapidity of your thoughts in certain states of brain. I bet you have ever noticed that you dream a lot while you are taking a slumber of just a minute. So, if they tell you to get up and let them in in just a second, a witness can hear just a squeak. They may even shout your name into the silent night calling you. If you are not asleep yet, you cannot as well hear their call, only the 'squeak', so they are just to wait for the right time lurking and calling you ocassionally. It is like asking somebody 'Are you sleeping?' to get no reply, only the way around;
-A visitor is unlikely to come alone. What was going to happen if somebody (neighbour, policeman, unexpected old friend) entered the room and saw a stranger dictate some stuff constantly to you? Some of them have got to secure the visit site;
-They are unlikely to visit anybody at random, especially not a citizen. They have to know all about the citizen's everyday life. The less complicated a life is, the better. Their human spies could be spotted quickly if they were stalking about. I think employees of large firms can be easily watched if the agent is also an employee. The very visitor is probably the agent or expresses some kind of connection or reference to the place or person which the reports have been sent from, otherwise the citizen would not let a perfect stranger in;
-The visitors may bring certain hardware to secure the site, to examine you, and such;
-I don't know in which state of brain they make you sleep-walk, but it is probably the state when you turn in your sleep. You have a control on your body while you can quickly fall sound asleep again, and you are neither dreaming nor awake, still your thought-speed is at a run;
-The visitors may suggest certain commands, advices, questions which you get, but do not perceive; And we have arrived to the last movement to explain, because the further movements (the visitors' leave) are the reverse of the ones above.

How can you trace down such an intervention in a dreamy scene? Accordingly:
-It is night. The room is very moderately lit or dark;
-You lay or sit on the bed. You wrap the blanket or sheet around you or somebody helps you to do so. You crouch or kneel on the grass. You lean against the wall or a tree-trunk. 'Somebody' helps you stand and walk. People around you are oddly close when you walk, all the more they are behind you. You walk oddly close to the wall leaning somewhat. You do not have a meal, watch the TV, read a book, listen to music. Oddly enough, you do not do anything you usually do in the day;
-You are alone at home. You take a walk alone. I mean you have no-one around but the impersonation of the visitor;
-As a sleep-walker, you do not dream the same scene if at all, so when the actual scene begins, it begins with the picture that you are talking with the impersonation of the visitor (IV) in the doorway already, or in the garden and you do not remember how did you get there, but oddly enough you do not even wonder. It also can happen that you 'wake up' on the threshold or in the dirt of the yard, and tell the IV how a strange or silly place is where you have been found. All in all, the IV is out of the blue, and there is no knocking on the door and window, no route to the yard (cellar, shed, garden, park, etc.);
-The IV tells you that somebody is waiting for him outside or away. The IV does telephone calls, speaks out the window, looks at a point far away. An unseen person throws or gives something to the IV. The IV holds something at one end while the other end is lost in the distance or among something (For example, the IV is an angler who holds a fishing rod with the fishing line pointing and disappearing in the bushes). You hear voices outside or away talking to or about the IV. The IV wears a uniform or the same cloth of an undefined person. The IV is one time one person, the other time two or more persons;
-The IV is familiar somehow, but the point is that you welcome him like a friend (brother, parent, filmstar, etc.). The IV requests a very minor thing: he wants to stay for a while; he wants you to stay until they come for him soon; he wants to make photographs or a painting of you; he advises you not to go outdoor until the rain stops or not to go indoor until they clean the room; and such to keep you just being with him, and you willingly agree. The identity of the IV can be very obscure depending on the references how they gained access to your privacy. For example, if you were spied at your workplace, the IV 'begins' to wear the uniforms or workwear of your firm as soon as the connection or reference wells up. The IV can even change identities if you were spied at various places or in a general aspect. For example, the IV may appear to a little child as a parent, a baby sitter, a playground mate, a speaking dog, Santa Claus, and so on variably;
-The IV gives you various kinds of objects to wear or to eat unreasonably. You are asked to detach and give your various body parts to the IV. The IV enquires about things you cannot even tell what they are and mean. The IV asks you to utter certain words, but you won't, however, the IV, oddly enough, seems to have heard you utter them anyway. You find certain belongings of the IV in the room, at the door, or among the trees and bushes: a car, a bicycle, a suitcase, a bag, a reticule, a tool, a cloth, and the like;
-There may be a scene of helplessness included to the scene of visit. I cannot tell which recalls which, but it is no wonder that the two scenes follow up each other. A spontaneous dream of helplessness is a rare thing in my own experience, and it usually causes alarm and fear for hours in the day. It is the scene when you lay on the bed, and try to look around in the room, but your body does not obey. It is a tremendous effort to move. Great sleepiness weighs on you in waves. You can still hear the 'echoes of a previous dream' and, as you wonder how can you hear such noises in your bedroom, you have your ears acute only to have those noises shout in your ears, and finally the noises cease, and that's when you have your eyes acute only to stiffen helplessly until you fall asleep 'again', and when you really wake up, you realise that you were dreaming all the time. Nightmares can cause pictures of helplessness (for example, you try to run away or to cry for help, but your legs don't move and you just can whimper), but they are different. The scene of helplessness may be caused by the hidden memory of the terror coming after you perceive that you have been controlled by a stranger or an alien. The terror itself does not come from the appearance of the alien or the unprivate situation but from the feeling of having been stripped of your self-confidence entirely. The hidden memory may well up when your brain changes states,and it may induce both the 'premiere' of the scene and panic. We do not start to panic everytime we just turn for another sleeping position, do we?
-The IV spends several minutes or even hours with you in a position of conversation, but, oddly enough, the IV talks too silently, entirely mutely, in a foreign language, or he does not talk at all, or you are deaf. You do certain things by yourself, and, oddly enough, the IV acts accordingly. For example, you are warm suddenly, and you get up and open a door through which you feel cool air coming in as well as the IV exits or an undefined person enters. Or the way around, you are cold suddenly, and you open the door to let warmth as well as an undefined person in.
Additionally:
-When the IV leaves you, he accidentally drops or shows something interesting lest you follow him. For a little while you are busy with that thing, and that's where the scene suddenly ends;
-An important feature is that the course and the references of the scene are of the past, and the dream itself is happening in the present. Actually, you see an event that happened some time ago, but you perceive it by your actual knowledge and experience, and this may result such realisations as identifying a reference to a future event which has already happened. This can make a dream very suspicious. Isn't a strange dream suspicious when it is happening in the past?

Let me conclude the details. The course of the dream is most important to identify a dream as a silhouette of a hidden a memory, then you can interpret the pictures or the actual words of the impersonation of the visitor. It may happen that a sentence is exactly the same in the dream as in the hidden memory (by the way, have you ever heard anybody in your dreams using the expression 'kept in a box' referring to a frustrating and isolated state of our lives/society?). If you dream that a stranger comes, stays, and leaves like a friend, and he does this in a passed period of your life, there is a reason to wonder. Good night!
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Postby Tracena » Tue Nov 30, 2010 10:53 am

It's been a while since anyone replied to this post, and I must admit I don't understand it all, but figured this was the place to talk about the dream I had last night.

About 6 or 7 people, in unison, spoke out "The earth is an alien establishment." I was shocked to hear it, and turned to someone near me, and she said, "they're just kidding." But I knew that comment was a cover up. It was as if I heard something I wasn't supposed to hear. I didn't know any of the people in the dream, except I intuited a faint sense of Catholic school girls for some reason. (which is weird, cuz that's not what Catholics believe.)

Then I saw a small white/grey ufo in the sky, not your typical shape, and it flew to another similar ufo. Just then I noticed 3 huge dark grey circular crafts right in front of my eyes, and wondered, "how did I not see that before, while I was watching the white ones?"

I woke up and wrote this down so I wouldn't forget. I actually forgot what the people in unison said but thankfully wrote it down in the middle of the night so I'd remember by morning. Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night after a dream, I have the feeling the content is something important that I need to remember. Usually I sleep through the night very deeply, and only remember the dreams I had just before awakening.

I type it here, for what it's worth... it would be interesting to see if anyone else dreams of such things.
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Postby Ace Rimmer » Tue Nov 30, 2010 11:00 am

That is a very cool dream. Thanks for sharing it.
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Postby Moon » Tue Nov 30, 2010 3:05 pm

I have also had many dreams dealing with aliens and other phenomena. Thank you for sharing this dream, both Csabi B and Tracena. If and when I remember mine or have a new one, I will report it here.
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Postby Ace Rimmer » Sat Jan 01, 2011 7:37 am

We got a bit off track in another thread talking about dreams, prophetic dreams, well I did, get off track that is. (Who me ?!?)
Anyway I’ll share the dream here, we had been discussing time travel in another thread and as often happens in conversation, one thought lead to another. I had mentioned how one of my mom’s prophetic dreams actually saved my life, atleast I am sure of it, because my mom’s dreams always came to pass.

I was 19, it was late summer in 1971. She told me she was extremely worried about me, she had one of her dreams and I was killed in it. In the dream I was with two of my best friends that I ran around with all the time, Phil and Greg. We were a pretty wild bunch back in the day. Phil had a white 61’ Chevy Impala convertible, we were always cruising around in it partying.
Anyway her dream was that I’d be with Phil and Greg one night and they would pretend to kidnap me and something would go wrong and I’d end up dead. She did not actually see how I would die in the dream though.
Of course I said “Oh yeah right Mom”.
A few weeks after that on a Sunday evening we were out driving around in the Impala and it was starting to get late, I had to work the next day. So I said, “Hey I have to go home, take me back to my car.” They both starting calling me a party pooper and pitching me some more crap and then Greg said, “you aren’t going anywhere we are going to kidnap you” of course they were both laughing! And I do know they were kidding, it was just a figure of speech. But I really freaked and started pitching a fit for them to let me out of the car, which they did...."alright alright go home then".

It really is a boring story, but I do think something would have happened that night, we would have continued to drink and drive and who knows where we would have ended up, my guess is a car wreck. Back in those days some of us would race on the back roads, it was nothing to be going 100-110 miles an hour in those great cars of the 60’s.
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Postby spacerelatives » Sat Jan 01, 2011 8:36 am

Thank you Metaluna.

I don't think it was stupid at all. You have a couple guys in their extreme stupid years (I'm guessing they were also around 19...hopefully that window is getting smaller) combined with a big convertible muscle car and alcohol. You were dust.

That's uncanny how detailed your Mom's dreams were. Good for you for being alert enough to know when to bail.

I just saw a TV show (Stan Lee's Super Humans or something like that) a couple nights ago on TLC that featured a man from England that had dreams previewing national disasters. After he proved his worth in a terrorist case, the CIA and other agency's inquired and he's supposedly still helping out today. Maybe your Mom worked for the CIA.

Metaluna, I think yours is an awesome story though. Fascinating as all heck. Makes me wonder about "time" among other things.

Thank you
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Postby Ace Rimmer » Sat Jan 01, 2011 9:05 am

I was really in my "stupid years" then too, the guys were 21 and 22. I'm sure it is the same today when we are young we seem to think we are invincible.
A couple of years before that, I was 16, a bunch of us where out drinking, and we rolled the car down a steep embankment, I don't know how many times it rolled, seemed like it would never stop, but it finally did, resting upside down butted up against a big tree. 5 extremely drunk teenage girls, and not one scream out of anybody. Nobody got hurt bad at all, we were tossed around like rag dolls I guess.

Anyway, were were we. :roll:

On time, do we call these visions, not sure. But anyway at Thanksgiving dinner one year my mom looked across the table at my grandma, her mother, and my grandma's face turned into a skull or deathmask as mom later called it. She instantly knew grandma was going to die soon. And she did, a few months later she was diagnosed with cancer and died a few months after that.

More about my mom. One Saturday morning she had a dream that this lady who used to clean city hall, where my mom worked at the time, anyway, in the dream it was the cleaning woman and she lifted up the blinds on a window that divided up the office area where mom worked, the cleaning lady lifted up the blinds and said "Goodbye June. " My mom woke right up and noted the time.
Mom found out Monday moring that the cleaning woman had died early Saturday morning, around the time mom had the dream.

There are many more things like this that happened to mom over the years. The incident with my grandma or the cleaning lady is the last one mom ever had, that was in the early 1980's. But from the late 1940s to the early 1980s this happend to mom a lot.

I never have anything like this happen, I do have dreams that I call "real", in the sense that they are completely different from a normal/regular mixed up crazy dream that doesn't make any sense.

These are real and always involve a dead person that I was close to in life.
It is really like I am visiting with the person, and having some odd adventures sometimes too.

Dreaming is odd when you think about it, where do we go. A journey to the center of your mind...HA
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Postby spacerelatives » Sat Jan 01, 2011 10:06 am

In those dreams with someone you were close to in real life did you wake up and sort of expect to see them?
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Postby Ace Rimmer » Sat Jan 01, 2011 10:43 am

spacerelatives wrote:In those dreams with someone you were close to in real life did you wake up and sort of expect to see them?
No never. But I wake up with a very warm fuzzy feeling and was so glad to see them. I have one old friend who I have dream adventures with, usually we are outdoors riding horses, and the dreams always end when my friend realizes she is dead, she will vanish from the dream and I wake up. She died 3 years ago quite suddenly from the flu. I have had 4 or 5 of these dreams since she died.
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Postby spacerelatives » Sat Jan 01, 2011 10:57 am

Metaluna wrote:
spacerelatives wrote:In those dreams with someone you were close to in real life did you wake up and sort of expect to see them?
No never. But I wake up with a very warm fuzzy feeling and was so glad to see them. I have one old friend who I have dream adventures with, usually we are outdoors riding horses, and the dreams always end when my friend realizes she is dead, she will vanish from the dream and I wake up. She died 3 years ago quite suddenly from the flu. I have had 4 or 5 of these dreams since she died.


I like the warm fuzzy's too. My Grandpa passed away a week ago but a day before he died he, along with his dead first wife (my Grandma) visited me before I went to sleep. How did I know it was them, you might ask? I experienced this concentrated warm fuzzy feeling as if I were in a tunnel that was exactly like what I recalled as a seven year old upon visiting their home. I was fully embraced in love and they weren't letting go. This all happened a day before my Grandpa died. Not exactly a dream but it sure had the warm fuzzy's workin overtime! Strong fuzzys
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Postby Ace Rimmer » Sat Jan 01, 2011 2:32 pm

spacerelatives wrote:
I like the warm fuzzy's too. My Grandpa passed away a week ago but a day before he died he, along with his dead first wife (my Grandma) visited me before I went to sleep. How did I know it was them, you might ask? I experienced this concentrated warm fuzzy feeling as if I were in a tunnel that was exactly like what I recalled as a seven year old upon visiting their home. I was fully embraced in love and they weren't letting go. This all happened a day before my Grandpa died. Not exactly a dream but it sure had the warm fuzzy's workin overtime! Strong fuzzys
Oh sorry to hear about your grandpa. That is so cool they came to see you, they were going to be together again, had he been in a coma or anything like that, very sick. Sorry to bring it up.
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Postby lunarwing » Sat Jan 01, 2011 3:11 pm

Metaluna wrote:..... we would have continued to drink and drive and who knows where we would have ended up, my guess is a car wreck. Back in those days some of us would race on the back roads, it was nothing to be going 100-110 miles an hour in those great cars of the 60’s.


You were a wild one Luna! 8)

I had a dream as young as I could remember... one or two a month. Always the same thing. This was not your typical "like a movie" dream.... but one of sound and feeling only... no visual except for darkness and very dim waves of color. The "pressure" I felt was physical and substantial.

This same dream went on for years... until I was 17 and a airman in the USAF. I had one of the 70's hotest cars in perfect 11,000 condition.... a 1971 GTX. On the way home my friend Ben wanted to drive... which was no problem, he owned a nice '69 Chevelle SS and a '57 Chevy race car and was a great driver... so I swapped with him and jumped in the back.

Pete, who had just ordered a brand new '75 Trans Am BB 4S. was in the front passenger seat. On the way home we were run off the road in a corner by car in our lane. I can still see the headlights and front of that car... it was a '68 Galaxy 500 with it stacked type bright beams on.

We went off the road hit a dirt pile that the county left by the side of the road... ramped and launched, and clipped a telephone pole halfway up the pole. Then proceeded to tumble sideways through the trees.

It wasn't pretty....

After that accident those dreams stopped. While laying in the hospital... I had plenty of time to replay the accident in my mind. The strange thing is the the moment of time from when we left the road to before the GTX tumbled to a stop..... it was the exact same darkened place with slow motion sensations and feelings that made up the dream.
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Postby Ace Rimmer » Sat Jan 01, 2011 5:14 pm

Well that's a helluva story. Once it happened, I guess there was no need for the dream!

Ha yeah, it is a wonder we didn't kill ouselves many times. What dumbasses!
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Postby mahalla2 » Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:55 am

lunarwing wrote:

/quote][On the way home we were run off the road in a corner by car in our lane. I can still see the headlights and front of that car... it was a '68 Galaxy 500 with it stacked type bright beams on..[/b][/quote]

Wow! I just have to say something here because my ex-husband used to have a 68 or 69 Ford Galaxy 500 (back in the early 70's) and it was really a good looking car but I refused to ride in it because the stupid thing would just stop running for no apparent reason, and I mean even in the middle of traffic sometimes! The radio and the lights would stay on but the dang car would just cut out! About the third time this happened, my ex had it towed away and I never had to worry about it again (all those Galaxies should have been recalled by the manufacturer!) I am really sorry that you fell victim to one of them :(
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