Once I realized I was dreaming, and there was this woman there. She was white, had black hair, average looking.
I said to her, "This is a dream, it isn't real"
She got really offended, and became very hostile.
She reached for my neck, and we ended up in a bit of a wrestling match. Our arms were extended cause I was holding her as far away as possible. It was a struggle.
When I think about it, she might have acted like her cover was blown and maybe she tried to wake me up, or terminate whatever she was supposed to do. Maybe she took her job seriously. Maybe my awareness would somehow land on her shoulders. She was very upset. Maybe, being aware I was dreaming and saying this isn't real had serious effects on her.
We struggled, I was kinda scared. I keep repeating "Aye....come off me....come off me !.....stop.... come off me" I never cursed cause I wanted this to de-esclate, it really never took much for this woman to attack.
I never escalated the violence cause I had no idea what I was dealing with, she was strong enough, maybe she could've beat me up or something, so I kept her at a distance with my arms with slightly better reach.
After a few seconds I said "I can use some help here !" I was talking to my angels who I'm aware of.
I was transported to a mountain top, nothing but scenery. I kept looking over my shoulder and turning around. I was up there for a pretty long time.
Overall it was a nice experience. If you realize you're dreaming, it's probably best to keep it to yourself and inform no entities. Maybe they are way adamant to keep us unconscious when we dream. Maybe they are parasites, or maybe they have important work to do.
I think it depends on the nature of the entity. Can you describe how she looked like in more detail? Do you get a lot of details in your dreams? When you think of her, do you feel her presence? How about the angels you mentioned? Can you describe how the angels looked like? When you pay attention to the eyes of the people in your dreams, does anything weird happen?
I guess I could share one of my dreams.
I suddenly woke up in a dream when a man told me I was in a dream. For some reason, I felt sudden rage and attacked the man. I felt he was arrogant for telling me I was dreaming. Just when I was about to choke the little bitch to death, he was transported away by a couple of angels. So I went to the nearest supermarket and told the cashier there I needed a dream elevator to a dream mountain top where he was transported to by the angels. As I was waiting for the elevator to reach the mountain top, I suddenly woke up. I still feel rage to this day, and I have sworn to kill this person the next time I see him in my dreams.
I'd like that tbh.
The Art of War. I like being underestimated.
This dream was detailed. When you know you're dreaming our vision is much better. Couldn't help but notice the air was really fresh. It was more real than real.
She was caucasian. Black hair, parted bangs, shoulder length. She was nearly as tall as me. She had a blue sweater on and dress pants. Kinda fat, which might be part of the reason I had a bit of a time holding her away in a stale mate. I simply was afraid to use more force, I wanted her to chill out. Imagine if Med was plump and was out for blood, and that'll be a very close description to how this woman looked.
At first she was lovely, but she went bitter as soon as I said this isn't real. Technically I could have been destroying her just for saying she isn't real while my mind was hosting the current event. I really don't know.
Like damn. You know for a fact you're dreaming, everything is clear then you get attacked. At the time I was thrilled in a bad way.
I did not see any angels, I just said I can use a hand here, but I was totally talking to, well, the devine, no one else was around, and I was taken out of there and put on a mountain of very steep slopes that went over an edge. I was up there in solitude for a pretty long time, wondering if she'll somehow manage to sneak up on me.It was a morning sky. On rock mountains, no trees. The part I stood on was like an angular pedestal about 150 meters or so long and wide.
.I have another experience I wrote about a dozen times over the years involving being protected after achieving something interesting during an obe meditation exercise. I saw something, and though it sounds worse, It wasn't as freaky as that Karen.
What being?
I dreamt I was at a birthday party but I was so inhibited and insecure I couldn't talk and was very weird and people judged me and disliked me.
I had this one too, but each time I tried to take a step I fell over and landed on my face. Similar to my actual high school graduation experience.
This dream was detailed. When you know you're dreaming our vision is much better. Couldn't help but notice the air was really fresh. It was more real than real.How can you tell? Did you use any drugs before you had that dream?
She was caucasian. Black hair, parted bangs, shoulder length. She was nearly as tall as me. She had a blue sweater on and dress pants. Kinda fat, which might be part of the reason I had a bit of a time holding her away in a stale mate. I simply was afraid to use more force, I wanted her to chill out. Imagine if Med was plump and was out for blood, and that'll be a very close description to how this woman looked.Usually I can't see the people in my dreams very clearly. What was the color of her eyes?
At first she was lovely, but she went bitter as soon as I said this isn't real. Technically I could have been destroying her just for saying she isn't real while my mind was hosting the current event. I really don't know.Or maybe she was someone else who was dreaming who realized it was a dream and you woke her up.
Like damn. You know for a fact you're dreaming, everything is clear then you get attacked. At the time I was thrilled in a bad way.Would you have done something different if she was attractive, like a hot blonde, and you knew it was a dream and nobody would find out?
I did not see any angels, I just said I can use a hand here, but I was totally talking to, well, the devine, no one else was around, and I was taken out of there and put on a mountain of very steep slopes that went over an edge. I was up there in solitude for a pretty long time, wondering if she'll somehow manage to sneak up on me.It was a morning sky. On rock mountains, no trees. The part I stood on was like an angular pedestal about 150 meters or so long and wide.Do you really remember everything in this much detail? Or maybe you're substituting the voids with your own input post-hoc?
.I have another experience I wrote about a dozen times over the years involving being protected after achieving something interesting during an obe meditation exercise. I saw something, and though it sounds worse, It wasn't as freaky as that Karen.What being?
Another time, or not.
More likely presumptions of failure.
Are you not very self-confident?
Imagine watching a movie, a really really bad one where how bad everything is becomes increasingly cheesy and laughable, something MST3K worthy where you can quip at it every second as an audience member because it's that bad.
Now imagine if you were both the movie and the audience member, and the audience member's more like the director. Any corrective thought that occurs during the dream can also affect the environment, having the themes that'd normally give lucid levels of control do the opposite, limiting and jinxing the dream until it turns nightmarish and, therefor, allowed more of a wide berth for creativity.
It's like the director mechanic in Left 4 Dead.
Okay so… in section 12B, we have fire themed dreams. In the middle area is the zombie apocalypse section. To the left we have the more avantgarde pieces that are fantastical ethereal and involve magic & the supernatural, and then in the back is sci-fi time travel deep space and interdimensional beings
in the front is our misc section where we have dreams with ‘unusual structures and story lines’ and ‘conceptual imagery’
oh and almost forgot our celebrity section, now featuring Kurt cobains never before seen dead body, Jimi Hendrix doing cocaine and a rare pre-fame nirvana concert in Seattle Washington
At least your dreams sound uncreative and predictable.
Imagine watching a movie, a really really bad one where how bad everything is becomes increasingly cheesy and laughable, something MST3K worthy where you can quip at it every second as an audience member because it's that bad.
Now imagine if you were both the movie and the audience member, and the audience member's more like the director. Any corrective thought that occurs during the dream can also affect the environment, having the themes that'd normally give lucid levels of control do the opposite, limiting and jinxing the dream until it turns nightmarish and, therefor, allowed more of a wide berth for creativity.
It's like the director mechanic in Left 4 Dead.
Basically you're self-aware? Does it get better or worse when people narrate what you do? Who narrates what the director and the audience does? Is there a meta-director, or have you not gone that far down the rabbit hole yet?
When you know you're dreaming you're somewhat conscious. You check your hands, look around breathe. Take it in while you can.You've never experienced it.
They weren't bright that's for sure. They must've been brown.
That would be great.
Not everything. I don't remember the first environment where the encounter took place. I recall others being there at first, which had me in a more social state. But when attacked no one else was there.I remember the morning sky and the mountains, probably because I was up there by myself for a long time. I can't tell you how long, but it really dragged on while I was up there watching my back in solitude.
Where do you think you were?
Another time, or not.
What a cliffhanger.
Would now be a good time? It's a topic about dreams, and I'm all ears.