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Topic: Had Very Disturbing Virtual Reality Dreams Last Night - page 2. (Read 1518 times)

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I believe you were able to defeat the Matrix, Neo. The dreams you have are because your mind is breaking out of the matrix - the smoking helps this process.  Wink

Your mind wants to free the others and your mind is interpreting killing these people as 'freeing' them from the matrix.

This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill – you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember, all I'm offering is the truth – nothing more.

 Grin



I feel better already, Morpheus.  Thanks for your sage wisdom.     Cheesy
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Goonies never say die.
I believe you were able to defeat the Matrix, Neo. The dreams you have are because your mind is breaking out of the matrix - the smoking helps this process.  Wink

Your mind wants to free the others and your mind is interpreting killing these people as 'freeing' them from the matrix.

This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill – you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember, all I'm offering is the truth – nothing more.

 Grin

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Lol, I love my mom, definitely not in love with her. I'm certain I don't have an Oedipus complex.   Tongue
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Hi. Sigmund Freud here. Sounds like you might have some mummy issues. I'd suggest stop smoking weed and watching complex alternative reality thrillers before you go to bed. I can provide further psychoanalysis, but this shit isn't free.

haha, but I love my Mom! 

Sigmund here again? Do you love your mom, or are you in love with your mom? haha
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I guess it's only fitting to mention that this is my 420th post.  Very weird, haven't smoked in months aside from last night.
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Hi. Sigmund Freud here. Sounds like you might have some mummy issues. I'd suggest stop smoking weed and watching complex alternative reality thrillers before you go to bed. I can provide further psychoanalysis, but this shit isn't free.

haha, but I love my Mom!  And it was distant family who were involved, I should've stipulated that originally.  Mom and Dad were not involved.  I don't smoke that often, maybe that was the cause, idk, I felt normal before I went to bed but that doesn't necessarily mean it wasn't spiked with something, I suppose.
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Hi. Sigmund Freud here. Sounds like you might have some mummy issues. I'd suggest stop smoking weed and watching complex alternative reality thrillers before you go to bed. I can provide further psychoanalysis, but this shit isn't free.
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I had some very bizarre and disturbing dreams last night.  The first one I remember I must've been coming out of REM sleep after about 7 hours involved struggling with someone for their black 9mm handgun at a party.  The people that were around me were people I went to high school with and their faces looked the same as they did my Senior year of high school (2007).  Anyways, in the first dream, I knew that one of my good friends at the party was a killer and when I saw him take his gun out, I took it away from him and saw the magazine had been loaded incorrectly.  I ejected the magazine, inserted it, cocked the slide back...put the gun to the back of his head, said, "I'm sorry, Chris, but I can't let you kill anyone else," and fired.

Immediately after this, spotlights shown bright and everyone else at the party disappeared including the site of the party itself.  I was on some sort of glass-enclosed theater stage and there were people commenting about how quickly I passed the first test.  I couldn't see their faces, only shadows.  I think I woke up briefly after this but immediately went back to sleep and started dreaming again.

The second dream involved me living in a New York City apartment.  I was just walking around the apartment with a glass of what I remember to be Johnny Walker Blue Label scotch (something I can't afford, it's like $700 a bottle) when I noticed my smoking hot Anatomy & Physiology teacher from last semester in college undressing behind a glass screen door that led to a separate room in my apartment. Initially, I approached her but stopped short and just kept watching her until she was completely naked.  It was like she couldn't see me even though the apartment was mine and she was behind nothing more than a see-through glass screen door, not a one-way mirror.  Finally, a voice shouted, "Why don't you act on your urge?"  I replied, "Because I know this isn't real."  Again, curtains down, lights up, I'm on the same glass-enclosed stage and people in the shadows are whispering, "He's able to distinguish reality from our program's encoding simply by observing his surroundings."  

I briefly woke up again and had several more very violent dreams I don't even wish to type because they involve family members and more killing.  I can describe this process of dreams only as a twisted cross between The Matrix, Inception and The Cube (because of the glass-enclosed stage).  The only movie I've seen recently was The Matrix which was on TV a few days ago.

Finally, after the last violent dream "test" I forced myself to get out of bed even though I really wanted to go back to sleep.  I go into the kitchen to turn on the light and the bulb blows out.  I replaced it, went outside for a cigarette, heading to the 7-11 across the street to get a fountain drink when I am confronted by two Jehovah's Witnesses.  They wouldn't shut up and finally I had to interject, "Do you believe that Jesus Christ in the Son of God?"  This being my go to line for any JH I ever see because it's not so much that I vehemently believe that statement as much as it is that I know for a fact they do not believe that, they thought of Jesus only as a prophet and any JH I've ever talked to has said, "Well, no...," and it stops the conversation dead in its tracks. That's usually when I would say, "Have a nice day, goodbye"   Anyways, the black lady fires back, "YES, I do."  I was baffled, they shouted some website at me and I told them I needed to go across the street.

It has been a very weird morning so far.

Prior to falling asleep, I had been up for 24-30 hours and had smoked only a little cannabis a few hours before hitting the sack.  I met up with 2 friends I hadn't seen in a long time yesterday, we had a really nice time catching up.  I don't see how any of this accounts for the dreams I had or the seemingly confused JH I literally just about ran into.

I'm still very tired but I'm not going back to sleep.    Huh
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