Yeah, it takes practice or some kind of discipline for sure. Ah, what the hell, here’s my crazy dream as I typed it Christmas morning. It’s a bit long (sorry) so feel free to ignore, but it starts getting crazier in the second paragraph. I was amazed how much detail I recalled:Dr. Medulla wrote: ↑17 Feb 2021, 5:56pmPart of it is training yourself to be more in control of your dreams and to store the memory when you wake up, tho I've also wondered if my epilepsy offers access to my subconscious somehow. But there is some weird satisfaction in interacting with your dreams that way.
I had gone with someone (no idea who) to an old open-air stadium on the edge of town, oblong-shaped with a seating capacity of around 20-30,000, and when I got inside, everything was made of stone, including the seats, field, tunnels, etc. It felt ancient. It was nighttime and the seating area was very dimly lit with orange-yellow glow-globes. The stone or concrete playing field was badly cracked from age, and from the upper seats, maybe 40th row in a corner of the endzone, I could see weeds and brush growing through the cracks, like the place had been an abandoned ruin for decades. The place was moderately crowded but everyone seemed to be in the endzone area, and the crowd was fairly young – 18 to 30 or so. At first there was some kind of sporting event going on, football maybe, but only on a distant quarter of the field in dim light. The rest of the bare concrete field was gray and unlit and bathed in moonlight. No one seemed to be paying attention to the game. I realized whoever I had gone there with was missing, and I got up to look for them. As I walked to a low-roofed area behind the back row of endzone seats, someone ran up and forcefully bumped into me and then ran off.
I started talking to a cute girl with long wavy brown hair, 20-something, sitting at a stone table behind the back row of seats and under the stone roof but still in view of the field, her face illuminated in the darkness by the dim orange-yellow light. I then realized there were two other girls at the table, they just kind of appeared, and just as I noticed that they looked very similar and a question started to form in my head, the first girl read my mind and said “yeah, we’re sisters”. It was around that time I realized I had been drugged or poisoned with something - I was convinced it was done by the person who had bumped into me earlier, but felt strongly that these girls were in on it somehow by the odd way they acted.
I was now hallucinating badly and feeling a complete loss of control, and just wanted to get the hell out of there. I was sure I was about to fall prey to some kind of organ-harvesting scheme, but the only way out was by squeezing through a horizontal slot in the stone wall and crawling about 30 feet down a narrow 1x2 foot passageway to get back to the corridor. It felt claustrophobic as hell. I spent some time walking around the corridor looking for whoever I came with, to no avail, and wondered if they had fallen prey to the same scheme. I couldn’t find my phone at first, and thought the person who bumped into me and drugged or poisoned me had stolen my phone too, but after a while I found it in a shirt pocket. I kept turning the phone in my numb hands, looking for the screen or the button to turn it on and send a text, but it was unfamiliar and kept changing shape and I couldn’t turn it on or find the screen. I was squeezed in by hundreds of people around me in the corridor, and a block of us walked out of the stadium as if stuck together with velcro.
The outdoor surroundings were completely strange to me. I wanted to get back to my car, hoping I would meet up with whoever I had gone there with, but I had no idea where I had parked. The 20 or so strangers I was still stuck to walked down the street with me in the middle. I was basically paralyzed and hallucinating and just being swept along by this small group strangers, still trying in vain to operate my phone. We came to an on-ramp for the thruway, and our feet became wheels. Still standing in a group, we sped up the ramp onto the thruway, and standing upright we cruised along on our feet at 60ish mph. I kept looking back toward the stadium, trying desperately to spot the parking lot where I had left my car.
Then I woke up and tried to go back to sleep and resume the dream, but of course I couldn’t. It was all fairly disturbing and depressing and took a good hour or two to shake off, in part because I never found the person I was looking for, or my car, and the dream never resolved itself (I really wanted to know how it ended!), and in part because for the next waking hour or two I still felt like I was drugged, wobbly and hallucinating. I actually wondered at the time if it was some kind of early-Covid-symptom mindfuck.