posted October 23, 2006 05:02 PM         

Yes, I've astral traveled while sleeping.
And I often wake up very tired.
Almost every day.
But then, I'm a major insomniac...and I really have a difficult time sleeping soundly. I don't believe I've slept through an entire night for years now.
But, other than that, yes, I have felt extra fatigued after 'certain' dream themes.
Will expand further soon. And hope your schedule lightens for you.

posted October 23, 2006 08:06 PM         

I'm back in LA but at work place now.
Sorry to hear about your daughter. Hope she recovers soon. I had been fighting cold as well last week. Now I feel better.

I did hear of the book "Tao of physics". I
think someone once recommended that book here at LL.

I will post some more in the future, but for my stupid schedules. Meanwhile, I am reading every thread here. They are beautiful reflections.

posted October 24, 2006 03:34 AM         

Silverstone

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The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

posted October 25, 2006 11:35 PM         

themysteryclub,
I've read your post a few times now, entirely fascinated by your dream experiences. I've had reoccuring themes and places, but never 'guides'. That's wonderful that yours come (and like the elderly African couple came), just when you need them. And it must alert you to pay special heed to what you're experiencing in your life at the time and also your spiritual journey.

I believe I've read that obstacle dreams are a common dream theme for children. Because they are doubling their experiences in their dreams to learn. Although, it's definately not common to remember them from so young! I'm still amazed by that. Just wondering...are you an artistically creative person?

I was also curious, do you have any intuition into why you haven't had lucid dreams for so long? Do you think your awake conscious or experiences of your life might be blocking you? Irratic sleep patterns? I'm intrigued. Hope you don't mind my questions.

guy_me_19,
Your geometry dream was cool.
I often dream geometric shapes when I have a high fever...and vividly dream of textures too. Roughness, courseness....a lot of sharp angles and squares. I'm not sure what the correalation is, or if this is common.

posted October 28, 2006 11:57 PM         

WHY WE SLEEP

Our need for sleep is somehow tied to our ability to remember. Slumber is known to improve recall in creatures from fruit flies to humans, and the reigning theory among neuroscientists has been that the waves of brain activity during deep sleep reactivate neurons that were triggered during the day, strengthening neuronal connections and cementing them into solid memories. Now Giulio Tononi, a neuroscientist at the University of Wisconsin, says sleep scientists have it all wrong: We don't sleep to remember, we sleep to forget.

About 1,000 times a night, billions of neurons undergo a synchronous one-second burst of non-REM electrical activity. The longer a person has been sleep-deprived, the bigger the initial burst. Throughout the night the bursts become progressively smaller, until they finally disappear completely just before waking. Most researchers interpret this activity as the brain slowly reinforcing synaptic connections that already exist, but Tononi noticed that after each wave, the brain goes completely silent, which never happens when we're awake.

As we sleep, says Tononi, the brain isn't building but rather downscaling, and these silences between waves play a key role. "Going up and down, up and down, basically all the neurons fire and then all are silent -- it's a wonderful way for the brain to tell the synapses to get weaker," Tononi explains. He suspects the progressive weakening allows only the strong connections to survive.

The theory is unorthodox, but it does make a certain amount of sense. Without the ability to pare away unneeded information as we sleep, our brains would face a serious energy shortage as well as a space crunch: Stronger synapses are typically bigger, and real estate in the brain is precious. By proportionally weakening synapses, the brain ensures that they retain the same strength relative to each other. So when we wake up each morning, all of our synapses are weaker, and some have vanished. with the, our smallest memories from each day may be lost forever.

~ Anne Wootton
Discover magazine, Oct. 2006

It's just a theory at this point, but while we sleep our brains may be deleting cookies and files and optomizing performance.
I'm most awed to think of those brief moments where our brains go completely silent...

posted November 04, 2006 03:43 AM         

Lia... what do you think of this:

All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves—that is the key!

---Bill Hicks on nature of reality in this world

"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes" Carl Gustav Jung~

Lia... I will be back to further explain my experiences; I owe you some replies on this and another thread

Blessings,
Silverstone

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The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

posted November 04, 2006 03:38 PM         

You know of Bill Hicks?
Silver, you're never ceasing to surprise me.

One of my favorite comics!! Aw, man, sad the world lost him too soon.
Halarius as hell, with wisdom too.

What do I think?

Imagination beholds the Power
of heralding a Visioned Fate

Imagination is everything....our greatest hope
or our greatest misery.
Our Focus, Our Visions breathes life.

Is life a dream?
I think our lives are as real as our dreams, and our dreams are as real as our lives. There is realness and imagination in each of them. No thing is one or the other.

Thanks for your well wishes.
I'm not entirely better yet. It's a tough virus to shake. Each time I feel I might be getting better the fever returns full force. I've been sick since before Halloween...don't remember being this sick with the flu since I was a little girl.
Now I now how my daughter felt.

So off to rest, but thank you, Silverstone.
Once again, a much needed, kind comfort and cheer you've been.

posted December 07, 2006 12:47 AM         

Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

~Edgar Allan Poe

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The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

posted December 07, 2006 02:12 AM         

To — —
by Edgar Allan Poe

Should my early life seem,
[As well it might,] a dream —
Yet I build no faith upon
The king Napoleon —
I look not up afar
For my destiny in a star:

In parting from you now
Thus much I will avow —
There are beings, and have been
Whom my spirit had not seen
Had I let them pass me by
With a dreaming eye—
If my peace hath fled away
In a night — or in a day —
In a vision — or in none —
Is it therefore the less gone? —

I am standing 'mid the roar
Of a weather-beaten shore,
And I hold within my hand
Some particles of sand —
How few! and how they creep
Thro' my fingers to the deep!
My early hopes? no — they
Went gloriously away,
Like lightning from the sky
At once — and so will I.

So young? ah! no— not now—
Thou hast not seen my brow,
But they tell thee I am proud —
They lie — they lie aloud —
My bosom beats with shame
At the paltriness of name
With which they dare combine
A feeling such as mine —
Nor Stoic? I am not:
In the terror of my lot
I laugh to think how poor
That pleasure"to endure!""
What! shade of Zeno!— I!
Endure! — no — no — defy.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Imitation
by Edgar Allan Poe

A dark unfathom'd tide
Of interminable pride —
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild, and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen.
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision on [of] my spirit;
Those thoughts I would controul,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sight [sigh] as it pass'd on
I care not tho' it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.

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The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

posted December 07, 2006 03:31 AM         

All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
-Langston Hughes

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The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

posted December 08, 2006 12:59 AM         

I love those lines too. All of them.

some more favorites~~

To --

by: Edgar Allen Poe

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips- and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words-

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined,
Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall-

Thy heart- thy heart!- I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buy-
Of the baubles that it may.

~~*~~

To One in Paradise

by: Edgar Allen Poe

Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!"- but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! me
The light of Life is o'er!
"No more- no more- no more-"
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

posted December 08, 2006 01:09 AM         

"My poet-child, I want you to sing with Me:
I barter nothing with time and deeds.
My cosmic Play is done.
The One Transcendental I was.
The Many Universal I am.
I am the Soul-Flower of My Eternity.
I am the Heart-Fragrance of My Infinity."

~~ Sri Chinmoy

Love

Love adorns itself;

it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
~

Love does not claim possession,
but gives freedom.

~

Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.

~
Love's gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted.

~~ Tagore

Stillness

Stillness soars as a mountain peak,
Seeking its greatness in height.
Movement stops in a silent lake,
Seeking in depth its limit.

~

The fish in the water is silent,
the animals on the earth is noisy,
the bird in the air is singing.
But man has in him the silence of the sea,
the noise of the earth
and the music of the air.

~

There is a point where in the mystery of

existence contradictions meet;

where movement is not all movement

and stillness is not all stillness;

where the idea and the form,
the within and the without, are united;

where infinite becomes finite,

yet not losing its infinity.

~~ Tagore

posted December 09, 2006 12:49 PM         

I was in a room, like a doctor's waiting room and there was a conveyor I was standing on, with a kind of credit/debit card swiper.
I swiped my card, and I could feel my entire body 'accelerating' through space and time, although I physically didn't move.
There was a computer screen before me, which showed the amount I had paid for, and another number, which I presume was meant to reflect my distance of travel.

I remember wondering if they would just deposit you wherever in time, regardless of where it was, when the purchased amount ran out.

Sure enough, as the number that reflected what I'd paid with my card, counted down to zero remaining, I felt my body rather quickly stop vibrating (it was as every cell of my being was quaking) and stop.

It felt somewhat like being on a intensly fast jet, and how it feels coming to a landing and landing, although even quicker was the shift from acceleration to stillness.

??? woah.

posted December 09, 2006 02:06 PM         

In my dream a bomb (which looked like the black box from an aircraft) was thrown into the garden on my fathers home...

Dad and I were talking and I was saying, give it two or three days and it will explode...its a timebomb waiting to go off,

And it did....within 3 days there was an explosive situation in my family which involved my Dad and I....it was very enlightening and something I had waited to happen for over 30 years,,,,uncomfortable but oh so needed!

posted December 16, 2006 01:05 AM         

"And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams."

So much beauty in Poe's poems. Very enlightning, indeed. He is one of my favorite authors.

Interesting dream you had, Lia. How did it feel? Technology today is incredibly advancing.

Sue... Wow. It doesn't surprise me.

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The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

posted December 17, 2006 05:48 AM         

You with tanks, me with bombs....