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i think i'm anemic right now n have a drs appt for tests monday. sooo sometimes now when i stand up suddenly or get out of breath working out i feel faint things go black... it's like standing in a doorway between two worlds and i am aware one second of here and the next of there which i guess is dream land and it is distinctly two very different realities. scary but cool.
What if it gave them epileptic seizures in their sleep!
HUUUUHHHHH! Kurt Cobain may have commited suicide because of a Dream Machine he was using!!!!!
http://www.brainwashed.com/h3o/dreamachine/cobaindream.html
http://www.brainwashed.com/h3o/dreamachine/cobaindream.html
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THE DREAM MACHINE
In one of the more ridiculous hoaxes, some reporters falsely claimed that the police found a "Dream Machine" in the Greenhouse with Kurt. Grant believes that when the truth began to surface about the circumstances around Kurt's death, Love concocted the "Dream Machine" story. Then she got a bunch of pawns that called themselves "Friends Understanding Kurt" ("F.U.K") or "Friends Of Kurt" ("F.O.K") depending on who you believe, and sent them out to get publicity for the story, and say that "the machine made him do it".
"Newman said the core of FUK was himself, Love, Love's attorney Celeste Mitchell and other friends of Cobain's, as well as various peripheral members. Love, he explained, played more of a "low-key role." HIGH TIMES' efforts to contact FUK were unsuccessful. Interview requests made through Love's record company, Geffen, and publicity agency, PMK, about this subject were not answered."
A few gullible writers (as seen above) actually fell for this nonsense, and did stories or mentioned it in their articles. Ignore anything you might read about this "Dream Machine" being the cause of Kurt's death.
http://www.justiceforkurt.com/investigation/hoaxes.shtml
In one of the more ridiculous hoaxes, some reporters falsely claimed that the police found a "Dream Machine" in the Greenhouse with Kurt. Grant believes that when the truth began to surface about the circumstances around Kurt's death, Love concocted the "Dream Machine" story. Then she got a bunch of pawns that called themselves "Friends Understanding Kurt" ("F.U.K") or "Friends Of Kurt" ("F.O.K") depending on who you believe, and sent them out to get publicity for the story, and say that "the machine made him do it".
"Newman said the core of FUK was himself, Love, Love's attorney Celeste Mitchell and other friends of Cobain's, as well as various peripheral members. Love, he explained, played more of a "low-key role." HIGH TIMES' efforts to contact FUK were unsuccessful. Interview requests made through Love's record company, Geffen, and publicity agency, PMK, about this subject were not answered."
A few gullible writers (as seen above) actually fell for this nonsense, and did stories or mentioned it in their articles. Ignore anything you might read about this "Dream Machine" being the cause of Kurt's death.
http://www.justiceforkurt.com/investigation/hoaxes.shtml
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I vastly over estimated how deep I sleep, so the first night wasn't successful. I slept very well with it on my head, it wasn't unpleasant at all. In fact, I'm so sensitive to light when I sleep even the alarm clock distracts me. So it was nice to have something to block out the light honestly. Here was the problem though. I figured that I was a deep sleeper so I set it for pretty deep settings. 7 seconds of flashing, about 4 seconds of a soft beeping. The thing is, when u put it on you set it in segments of 10 minutes to allow you to fall asleep before it starts detecting REM. That way you're not trying to fall asleep, roll over, and it starts flashing you in the face. It's pretty convenient, and if at 30 seconds before the wait period ends it gives you a slight warning flash so that if you're not asleep yet you can hit the button for an extra 10 minutes, a kinda "snooze" alarm. Well it's too much like one, and in my sleep the actual blinking from REM detection would wake me up, and in my drunken sleep I figured that it was the warning light and that I needed 10 more minutes. Or if nothing else, it just reminded me too much of a snooze alarm so I instinctively hit it. So basically, it woke me up completely when it would flash, and all I would do is cancel it. That's kinda a waste. And the configurations require looking up the instruction manuel so there was no reconfiguring the settings at 4 am. So tonight I'll take the beeping off completely, and the blinking down to maybe 4 or 5 seconds. I even changed the "threshold" which the directions don't explain well at all, its all in broken up english. It blinked a couple times in the night, then I took it off at one point cuz it kept waking me up. I put it on again in the morning (when LD tends to occur more) and it reports going off 8 times, or that it detected 8 eye movements I'm not sure. Anyway, I'll research more and keep you posted.
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yeah keep us posted, im very intreged.
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I could not sleep last night. I don't know if it was the mask or what but I could not sleep. The things keeping me awake weren't even related to the mask but a snowball effect of things. once one kept me up something else seemed to just pile up on my already struggling sleep. The birds were making noise, the ceiling fan was rattling, the cell phone had a missed call and was beeping, it was too hot or too cold, tit kept tugging on the covers, and I had a couple beers in me which tend to make me sick anyway. But whenever I took the mask off I slept pretty well, so either the mask is keeping me up or I just kept taking it off at really bad times. I hate to say it, but I just don't think I can fall asleep in the damn thing. At least last night I couldn't. I dunno, this post isn't make much sense. But what can you expect, I didn't get much sleep!
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it applies a little too much pressure on the lower part of my forehead and I feel like that might be doing something to keep me from falling asleep too. Even now I feel a slight head ache in that area, like something is pressing on it still.
Don't drink any alcohol tonight and try it, alcohol can be preventing you from getting in the right sleep pattern.
Posted this in the AAS section and figured I'd post it here too:
Lately when I drink alcohol I have pretty wild dreams, especially if I take a couple B complex vitamins before I sleep along with it, like last night I dreamt I was in a karaoke bar with my guitar and James Brown and Miles Davis were there and they did some songs together and the whole time I just watched James Browns feet having an epilectic seizure as he sang sitting in a chair, then I started to panic when my time came to play my guitar, but I played a few licks and they were like "Damn that white boy can play!", then somehow my dream did a complete twist and I found myself running from the cops and I swore they shot me so I fell in the grass and just laid there and they ran past as if I was invisible so I stood up to see where I was hit and I wasn't so I started walking along a street and saw a Plaza with some store and one of them was a knife store and I saw some dudes in there attacking a woman so I busted in and found out they were just friends of hers and were joking around, then she said she wanted me really bad so I did some kinky stuff with her and an axe handle???? and then found myself back in the karaoke bar and James and Miles were still sitting there except in amazement and told me I was zoned out playing my guitar. I was like I was here through all the police chase and screwing that girl, and James said "you never left here physically baby, but you were somewhere else, thats for sure." Then Miles said, "Yeah I can see the parts where the police were probably chasing you and where you were strolling allong the road and the sexual parts of that song." And he played some of the parts back to me on his horn and it blew me awake.....the end
Lately when I drink alcohol I have pretty wild dreams, especially if I take a couple B complex vitamins before I sleep along with it, like last night I dreamt I was in a karaoke bar with my guitar and James Brown and Miles Davis were there and they did some songs together and the whole time I just watched James Browns feet having an epilectic seizure as he sang sitting in a chair, then I started to panic when my time came to play my guitar, but I played a few licks and they were like "Damn that white boy can play!", then somehow my dream did a complete twist and I found myself running from the cops and I swore they shot me so I fell in the grass and just laid there and they ran past as if I was invisible so I stood up to see where I was hit and I wasn't so I started walking along a street and saw a Plaza with some store and one of them was a knife store and I saw some dudes in there attacking a woman so I busted in and found out they were just friends of hers and were joking around, then she said she wanted me really bad so I did some kinky stuff with her and an axe handle???? and then found myself back in the karaoke bar and James and Miles were still sitting there except in amazement and told me I was zoned out playing my guitar. I was like I was here through all the police chase and screwing that girl, and James said "you never left here physically baby, but you were somewhere else, thats for sure." Then Miles said, "Yeah I can see the parts where the police were probably chasing you and where you were strolling allong the road and the sexual parts of that song." And he played some of the parts back to me on his horn and it blew me awake.....the end
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I read this one technique on how to stay in a lucid dream. When you feel yourself starting to drift from the dream state, spin your body around in the dream, I forgot what the exact explanation of why you stay asleep, but it really works. I've used it a few times and they were all successful.
This dream happened in January over the course of two nights and a day of short 30 second or less crazy time loss naps during a period of High Dose Melatonin, Methadone and Valium...my actual recollections are far more detailed than what I get into here even 3 month's later as if they had really happened to me...
So I guess it starts with me trying to reach my father by dreaming I could travel back in time and tell him how well off I am, so he could die knowing life goes good for me at least 3 years after his death...But a saga of a dream ensues from his lakeside home and many of our other homes all superimposed into one home confusing me at first since things are so out of place when one thing looks familiar suddenly I turn around expecting it to look familiar, like where I know something is and something familiar to another home appears so it morphs pretty much the whole time but it's all familiar so I know my way around. I start looking for him going into so many different rooms of different houses. Throughout the dream though no matter which house is portrayed the island in his kitchen is always there with watering pouring out from underneath...After a while of searching I feel an unwelcome presence and grab a real gun and then a soldier appears at my window I shoot him, the gun is a laser beam he disintegrates and I hear foot steps behind me I turn and it's a troop running at me I fire.....then I hear more at windows I fire laughing gas grenades, then I see more approaching the house through a door window so I run at them shooting and open the door I see them running from me but my gun is jammed I turn back to see if anyone followed me out and the gun fires into the house, but not anywhere out I think it's weird (later I wake up to put pieces of the puzzle together and find my Father had set the whole thing up to give me an idea for how a holographic game system might work in a fixed spot with holographic images appearing from the ceiling to floor mechanisms that can read if a light has passed at a perpendicular or even slightly angled approach indicating a hit or kill.....) But then I find myself watching a group of 1920's Brazilian or Argentinian troops on a beach being reprimanded for stealing some fruits from a nearby vendor....then as they chill by the beach one of the hooligan soldiers heaves back to throw a bottle at the officer that caught them and the officer blows the bottle out of his hand with his shotgun. Then the soldiers try to steal again and the officer runs them down and beats them with the butt of his shotgun. What is so odd is that desperate vendors run up to the officer as he is beating his soldiers offering him fruits and showing him multiple properties of the fruits like one you hold in your teeth for a while to whiten them and the vendor demonstrating has three or four teeth but they are white! Then I get on a ship and come to Hawaii where I'm in the navy and we're pulling into port and it's girls and guys on the ship and we're having a pull into port meeting in the helicopter hanger bay and a girl is asking one of my friends Matty Insonia what it's like cleaning the mens toilets with all the jism splashed all over....then he's like well their a little better controlled luckily when they do that than when they piss and she says "Isn't that what jism is, piss?" Everyone laughs at her because obviously she's misconstrued jizz into having been piss somehow. Any way we pull into port and we have our check out stand where the doc does a quick scan of our blood and weight and etc. all at once and hands me some pills to take for a slight cholesterol and sleeping problem and pain meds...obviously this is advanced medicine so somehow I jumped forward through time or time had changed and memories of the Navy are altered, my friend Ted is with me and we head off together.....then I lose time and find myself in the home of a Korean woman with a little girl and a toy dog that she treats as real and it has a mechanical tongue that comes out and licks every time she brings it close to her face, theres a sensor that reads the distance and the tongue comes out, same if you put your hand near it's mouth....anyway the Mom goes into the kitchen and I watch the little girl then the Mom sits in a chair with a cellphone and the little girl comes up and is sleepy and dirty, but Mom is too busy on the phone texting....finally mom gets up and gives her a bath and puts her to bed, I walk back and she is under water or appears under water until I realize the door to her room is full of water and I open it and she is smoking flavored cigars.......then I turn around out of the room thinking I need to go back in time to meet Dad so I try and go too far back and meet an old man who knew Abe Lincoln. He is showing where he made a cast of Abes footprints in the mud by his house and explains how big Abes hands were so large and long that they dwarfed a coin like a quarter would look like a nickel in a normal mans hand......then I leave and find a hotel because I need to sleep and walk into one of the weirdest places....like in the western times....the Mayor of the town lives in one room, the owner lives across and down the hall on the left....stairs lead down to the saloon to the right....a gay man lives next to the mayor he keeps everything very tidy he is constantly polishing his shoes when you walk by his open door (he leaves it open hoping some gay cowboy might come up to his room)anyway my room is next and then a couple who work in the hotel as barkeep, cooks and maids live next to me...they hope to open their own Bed and Breakfast in a farmhouse outside of town so travelers who want a more quiet place to stay can go their because the town is kinda rowdy. Anyway the mayor comes upstairs and tells everyone he is dead tired and goes off to sleep. I'm standing in the hall when a new arrival comes up the stairs and greets me as the Governor of California Howard Brady and has two Pakistani gentlemen with him, visitors looking for land to raise American horses and then ship them back to Pakistan, the Governor walks on to go talk to the owner of the hotel and I talk to the Pakistani guys they end up having some very good heroin and we smoke together on the stairs leading up to the roof of the Hotel, then I talk to them and they are talking about how weak their people and other Muslims are in these times(hey they're Muslims! wow I think then I see a portrait of the Hotel owner being drawn by the gay guy (ah he's an artist) it has a rag tossed over it like and looks like a sheiks head wear and I say out loud how he looks like he would be mistaken for a terrorist in todays times and the Pakistani guys are digging what I'm saying cause we are high and I tell them about the future how Muslim extremists give them a bad name and they decide maybe they should try to do what they can to avoid something like that, but they're high and will forget all about it or maybe not but damn it if only my dreams could really take me back.....then the Mayor wakes and meets the Governor who jokes that he'd rather be the Mayor of this cool little town than Gov. cause he says being the Governor of California is a joke and I laugh thinking about Ronald Reagan and Arnold.....then we decide to smoke cigars and the Governor has some from China and I have the little Korean girls cigar in my pocket and we swap and he hands out the Chinese Cigars to the mayor and gay man and he says how wonderful mine is and I try one puff of his thinking back in those days I'm gonna enjoy a real Cigar and it's terrible and rip it open and find it has other shit in it like saw dust and asbestos, we all crumple them up and then the mayor hand out some made right in town and we smoke them and they are good........then I wake up craving a cigar and to write all of this down....
So I guess it starts with me trying to reach my father by dreaming I could travel back in time and tell him how well off I am, so he could die knowing life goes good for me at least 3 years after his death...But a saga of a dream ensues from his lakeside home and many of our other homes all superimposed into one home confusing me at first since things are so out of place when one thing looks familiar suddenly I turn around expecting it to look familiar, like where I know something is and something familiar to another home appears so it morphs pretty much the whole time but it's all familiar so I know my way around. I start looking for him going into so many different rooms of different houses. Throughout the dream though no matter which house is portrayed the island in his kitchen is always there with watering pouring out from underneath...After a while of searching I feel an unwelcome presence and grab a real gun and then a soldier appears at my window I shoot him, the gun is a laser beam he disintegrates and I hear foot steps behind me I turn and it's a troop running at me I fire.....then I hear more at windows I fire laughing gas grenades, then I see more approaching the house through a door window so I run at them shooting and open the door I see them running from me but my gun is jammed I turn back to see if anyone followed me out and the gun fires into the house, but not anywhere out I think it's weird (later I wake up to put pieces of the puzzle together and find my Father had set the whole thing up to give me an idea for how a holographic game system might work in a fixed spot with holographic images appearing from the ceiling to floor mechanisms that can read if a light has passed at a perpendicular or even slightly angled approach indicating a hit or kill.....) But then I find myself watching a group of 1920's Brazilian or Argentinian troops on a beach being reprimanded for stealing some fruits from a nearby vendor....then as they chill by the beach one of the hooligan soldiers heaves back to throw a bottle at the officer that caught them and the officer blows the bottle out of his hand with his shotgun. Then the soldiers try to steal again and the officer runs them down and beats them with the butt of his shotgun. What is so odd is that desperate vendors run up to the officer as he is beating his soldiers offering him fruits and showing him multiple properties of the fruits like one you hold in your teeth for a while to whiten them and the vendor demonstrating has three or four teeth but they are white! Then I get on a ship and come to Hawaii where I'm in the navy and we're pulling into port and it's girls and guys on the ship and we're having a pull into port meeting in the helicopter hanger bay and a girl is asking one of my friends Matty Insonia what it's like cleaning the mens toilets with all the jism splashed all over....then he's like well their a little better controlled luckily when they do that than when they piss and she says "Isn't that what jism is, piss?" Everyone laughs at her because obviously she's misconstrued jizz into having been piss somehow. Any way we pull into port and we have our check out stand where the doc does a quick scan of our blood and weight and etc. all at once and hands me some pills to take for a slight cholesterol and sleeping problem and pain meds...obviously this is advanced medicine so somehow I jumped forward through time or time had changed and memories of the Navy are altered, my friend Ted is with me and we head off together.....then I lose time and find myself in the home of a Korean woman with a little girl and a toy dog that she treats as real and it has a mechanical tongue that comes out and licks every time she brings it close to her face, theres a sensor that reads the distance and the tongue comes out, same if you put your hand near it's mouth....anyway the Mom goes into the kitchen and I watch the little girl then the Mom sits in a chair with a cellphone and the little girl comes up and is sleepy and dirty, but Mom is too busy on the phone texting....finally mom gets up and gives her a bath and puts her to bed, I walk back and she is under water or appears under water until I realize the door to her room is full of water and I open it and she is smoking flavored cigars.......then I turn around out of the room thinking I need to go back in time to meet Dad so I try and go too far back and meet an old man who knew Abe Lincoln. He is showing where he made a cast of Abes footprints in the mud by his house and explains how big Abes hands were so large and long that they dwarfed a coin like a quarter would look like a nickel in a normal mans hand......then I leave and find a hotel because I need to sleep and walk into one of the weirdest places....like in the western times....the Mayor of the town lives in one room, the owner lives across and down the hall on the left....stairs lead down to the saloon to the right....a gay man lives next to the mayor he keeps everything very tidy he is constantly polishing his shoes when you walk by his open door (he leaves it open hoping some gay cowboy might come up to his room)anyway my room is next and then a couple who work in the hotel as barkeep, cooks and maids live next to me...they hope to open their own Bed and Breakfast in a farmhouse outside of town so travelers who want a more quiet place to stay can go their because the town is kinda rowdy. Anyway the mayor comes upstairs and tells everyone he is dead tired and goes off to sleep. I'm standing in the hall when a new arrival comes up the stairs and greets me as the Governor of California Howard Brady and has two Pakistani gentlemen with him, visitors looking for land to raise American horses and then ship them back to Pakistan, the Governor walks on to go talk to the owner of the hotel and I talk to the Pakistani guys they end up having some very good heroin and we smoke together on the stairs leading up to the roof of the Hotel, then I talk to them and they are talking about how weak their people and other Muslims are in these times(hey they're Muslims! wow I think then I see a portrait of the Hotel owner being drawn by the gay guy (ah he's an artist) it has a rag tossed over it like and looks like a sheiks head wear and I say out loud how he looks like he would be mistaken for a terrorist in todays times and the Pakistani guys are digging what I'm saying cause we are high and I tell them about the future how Muslim extremists give them a bad name and they decide maybe they should try to do what they can to avoid something like that, but they're high and will forget all about it or maybe not but damn it if only my dreams could really take me back.....then the Mayor wakes and meets the Governor who jokes that he'd rather be the Mayor of this cool little town than Gov. cause he says being the Governor of California is a joke and I laugh thinking about Ronald Reagan and Arnold.....then we decide to smoke cigars and the Governor has some from China and I have the little Korean girls cigar in my pocket and we swap and he hands out the Chinese Cigars to the mayor and gay man and he says how wonderful mine is and I try one puff of his thinking back in those days I'm gonna enjoy a real Cigar and it's terrible and rip it open and find it has other shit in it like saw dust and asbestos, we all crumple them up and then the mayor hand out some made right in town and we smoke them and they are good........then I wake up craving a cigar and to write all of this down....
I read that all, not what I was expecting.
Could have been more unbelievable, but, still a confusing mix of fact and fiction.
If I put all of the detail into a movie it would be a blockbuster, I mean the futuristic parts were so awesome but at 4 in the morning after 2 nights of dreaming that hard I was braindead.....
Like when the rooms would morph it was completely transparent, every new houses room blended with the next seamlessly and it had all been recreated for the game that I was suddenly in by scans of my memories of my past homes..... Recreating that in CGI would put even the most gifted graphics artist to the test, then the old style hotel was so decadent with shimmering gold flake in the brilliant red painted walls, the ceiling had intricate animated murals depicting greco-roman mythology which a large part of my dream I spent lying in my bed watching, the Korean house was ultra-futuristic with all of these nano-tech things I can imagine being in the future, walls that can appear as see through by mirroring what is on the other side by linking to nano-cameras embedded in the paint, the door that I thought was the little girl underwater was actual a nano-painted door that used the transsparency method, but used a water effect to give that illusion....one day when I have time I will pick out each part of that long asssssss story and write down everything....like the blood scanner that used different laser frequencies, sound freqs and nano bots to read a small sample of blood in seconds...the laser and sound worked because each part of a persons blood had different reactions to each frequency and with nano-bots we were able to pick up even the slightest reaction and then they could report those reactions within seconds and that was slower than what the newer stuff could do, but since it was the Navy they hadn't updated yet....I could go on and on but wow my hands hurt from typing all of this....
That is sounding better.
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I lucid dream frequently, Actually I never TRIED to lucid dream. It just started. But once you get the control of your dream it's just amazing!!! You can do anything you want & I mean ANYTHING....
I have had my moments with "A" rated lucid dreams
I have had my moments with "A" rated lucid dreams
Ahh yes, OBE's. One of the most enjoyable things to do! I used to have them all the time, during my spiritual discovery years when I dabbled in Occultism, mysticism, shamanism, and various other spiritual paths. You see some beautiful and terrifying things. But You can also learn a lot from it.
