Didn't I see this on an episode of House?

Most amazing aspect of the research was finding someone who can fall asleep in an MRI machine.

smooshie: /would absolutely love to record my dreams for later use

Agreed. I don't think I'd want to share though.

I read somewhere the people in dreams only have 3 fingers. That means that dream you had nailing that hot chick would really you nailing a thalidomide chick.

Muta: I read somewhere the people in dreams only have 3 fingers. That means that dream you had nailing that hot chick would really you nailing a thalidomide chick.

Let me fix that.

... of you nailing that hot chick was really you nailing a thalidomide chick.

Damnit!

"Was it a dream where you see yourself standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you?"

Doc Daneeka: [img.photobucket.com image 400x226]

That's what she said.

This headline is rubbish! What about that college-high school test I was supposed to study for while my teeth are falling out?

/Been keeping a dream journal for years now. Last night I was chased by a swarm of rats after hunting sharks with a crossbow, kind of a mixed bag.

Wait, when did I sign up for this class? Months ago? Why haven't I been going? I thought I was done with college and where are my shoes?

no Christopher Walken in Brain Storm?

It's like subby is inside my head.

Just avoid the purple monkey dishwasher.


/need to change that Inception caption to "We need to go... Asian"

Lucid dreamers used for the tests?

Wasn't professional lucid dreamer what the captain of the Nostromo wanted to be in the book version?

dracos31: Lucid dreamers used for the tests?

Wasn't professional lucid dreamer what the captain of the Nostromo wanted to be in the book version?

I don't know, but I think the captain of the Nautilus overloaded a dream machine as a little child.

Okay, so they've established that lucid dreamers have the ability to achieve (attempt?) some level of conscious control over their motor functions during REM sleep. Seems like quite a stretch to call that a dream.

I hate dreaming, because when you wanna sleep, you wanna sleep. Dreaming is work, you know? Like there I am, laying in my comfortable bed in my hotel room... next thing I know, I have to build a go-cart with my ex-landlord.

If this ever becomes mainstream, then the porn industry is going to get even weirder.

Fluorescent Testicle: If this ever becomes mainstream, then the porn industry is going to get even weirder.

Japanese cartoon porn will no longer be limited to actual cartoons.
An entire industry will spring up about manipulating dreams. Well, one that isn't funded by homeopathics.

Claire couldn't care less.

Am I the only one who finds this prospect disturbing? Especially last night - I had some wine before bed and the ensuing dreams entailed chasing down a serial killer who was entirely wrapped in bandages and driving into the ocean as migrating killer whales swam by.

/ Usually forgets dreams upon waking.

I don't care how much it costs. The day that this is available in a little iPod sized package with a comfortable headband, I will buy it. The though of reviewing my WTF dreams is one that I have wanted for a long time.

macross87: Just avoid the purple monkey dishwasher.


/need to change that Inception caption to "We need to go... Asian"

What is with this whole purple monkey dishwasher thing?

Son, I am disappoint.

/hot

Seriously? I was farking reading this same data in Psychology Today in 1985!

Talk about not doing your farking prep research..

No thanks, people already think I'm strange enough as it is. If they could actually see into my head...well...can you get high speed Internet in a padded cell?

I want to tape my dreams so that I can masturbate to them later. Is that too much to ask?

For a while a few years ago, I was writing down some of the dreams that I could remember...

Summer 2005

I am at the beach. I am not sure which beach it is. I am fairly certain that it is Lake Michigan, but I don't think it is anywhere in Door County; it might be Fullerton or one of the other Chicago beaches. It is a sunny summer day. I am sitting in the sand not far from the water. Around me are ordinary people doing beachy things, reading potboiler paperbacks under umbrellas, children trowelling sand into buckets. Three men come wading along the edge of the water from left to right, a yard or two out, where the water is four or five inches deep. Two are beefy Secret Service types, wearing dark glasses, suits, and impassively serious faces. They are minders for the man between them, who is Adolf Hitler. Hitler is an extremely old and frail man. His hair is a dirty grey-white, his moustache scraggly and unkempt. He wears what was once a crisply tailored long Nazi greatcoat, which is now frayed and hanging off of his withered frame like a parody of a dress uniform, its tattered edge dragging in the water. The trio stops a bit beyond where I am sitting, and Hitler does a little dance, a feeble, graceless shuffle both pathetic and comical. A few people glance up from their novels and sandcastles to point and chuckle, but no one is paying him more than fleeting attention. He is a dejected relic, forgotten and ignored, an obsolete novelty act in a world that has moved on. After a moment Hitler stops dancing, and he and his handlers slosh onward along the beach. I look out over the water and think about nothing in particular. I wake up.

July 2001

I have just gotten a haircut. I lean in close to the mirror and notice that they have also trimmed my eyelashes, not completely off, but down to millimeter-long stubs. I think to myself, I'm not entirely sure that I like this very much. I wake up, a bit perplexed by this dream, but relieved to feel my eyelashes intact.

I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie
And I was the STAR of the movie (new window)


/Ah, the dreams of an overfed, long-haired, leaping gnomes

LarryDan43: Wait, when did I sign up for this class? Months ago? Why haven't I been going? I thought I was done with college and where are my shoes?

Oh god, this (except for the shoes) has been a dream I've been having lately. Usually involves a "Paper is due today? What paper?!" situation too...

/I also have dreams about a weird distorted version of my high school which is somewhat consistent between dreams
//Haven't been there in years either...

I had this dream the other night: I went to work one day, and nobody remembered who I was. So, I decided to take the day off. On my way out, I run into my boss, and he says "hey, you look familiar." I said "thanks, people say that a lot in these dreams."

/Then the horns kick in
//And my shoes started to squeak