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|Tuesday, February 7th, 2006|
The Dreamsbox & Sinsbox Projects | share dreams and sins
I was on blinklist and saw the following article about dreamsbox.com and sinsbox.com. Since its revelant to this community, I thought I would share it:
"Two documentation projects emerged this month to spearhead a new push in the Web
2.0 era for simplicity. The Dreamsbox (http://www.dreamsbox.com
) Project seeks to
document the world's dreams, allowing for anonymous posting of dreams along with
the creations of free personal dream diaries. The Sinsbox Project (http://www.sinsbox.com
) seeks to document sins and secrets, allowing for anonymous confessions and submissions of expressional art. Both projects allow for a unique rating system..."
Both projects are actually pretty addictive and fun. I love the fact that they're simple to use but their design kinda suck and sinsbox.com is a bit too dark and scandalous for me but nonetheless i'm addicted. As it turns out the guy who started the 2 projects went to school with me back in the days! Now I guess he's an internet junkie. haha! Anyways, please spread the word about these 2 projects to friends and family if you can through word of mouth or through your own postings. In general, I just think that these two projects are very decent in terms of what they're trying to do. Read the "about" page to learn how cool these people are.
~jen Current Mood: bouncy
|Thursday, November 3rd, 2005|
Hi, I just joined this community because I had a peculiar dream last night that I don't understand. I'd be very interested in hearing people's comments.( Read more...Collapse )
Cross-posted to _dream_diary_
|Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003|
Man I had a really freaky dream last night.
I was living in dad's house, and he had this contractor guy to come over and look in the back yard. Turns out the back yard was very unstable and could collapse at any moment. Also, beside the house where I always took my book to sit in read (in the dream) was actually a huge fault line, that could crack open at any minute and knock the house down. I was so scared living there!! He got some concrete slabs and covered the fault line, and the contractor was going to help make the back yard more stable. Then the government started firing lightning bolts at the house to see what it would do. No storm, just lightning bolts hitting the house from a clear blue sky.
What does this mean!?!?
|Wednesday, March 19th, 2003|
weird dreams of late:
Been having several vivid dreams of late:
~ I am at a camp in Maine where there's a lake. I meet a little girl, 10 or so, and we talk, and walk around together. then she tells me about her grandmother, who is creepy. she tells me her grandmother is quiet all the time, but always looking around the local woods for something. ~
the dream gets fuzzy here and there...
~Eventually the grandmother tells us that she found her dead husband's car... and that her husband had gone insane and killed people with the car. Then from behind a tree she drives the car. it is bright tangerine. people in the neighborhood start screaming about the car, and the girl's grandmother is running people down. then almost like a bad movie, the car's grill twists up into a wicked grin, and the lights turn red. I climb up a post to the roof of the grandmother's house, and the little girl is behind me.~
then i woke up.
~I am driving on a very nice suburban road, i'd even call it "well groomed country" road, with my mother and some people, like cousins, in the back. Suddenly i look out my side window, and i see a black cat (shorthair), *racing* the car! or like a dog, chasing the car. in anycase i try to maneuver out of the cat's space, but the cat literally *jumps* into my wheels. i feel this utter sense of dread, knowing i hit the cat. i get out of the car with everyone else, and the cat is sort of on someone's lawn, writhing around, and wiggling it's feet, but not hurt (no blood anyway). i pick up the cat, and somehow we determine that it came from a particular house. so we wait there for the owners to come home. when they do i explain what happened, crazy as it sounds, and they aren't surprised, but they aren't forgiving either. i feel really uncomfortable.~
then i woke up.
i was gonna write another, but drew a blank. i know all my dreams lately have been weird. because when i wake, i remember flashes.
"almost always like a rock." Current Mood: drained
|Wednesday, January 29th, 2003|
dream journal- interpret?
Hello. i'm interested in dream interpretation, and i'd like it if anyone could comment on my dream journal.
since starting happy pills, my dreams are either dead (as in boring/ don't remember them) or very detailed and lucid. most of the lucid ones are in my journal, because i can't forget them. most will bother me for about a week.
i'm also looking to make some livejournal friends. :)
~somewhat like a rock~ Current Mood: curious
|Wednesday, January 22nd, 2003|
Well, I was walking down the street when my mom's best friend picked me up. She started telling me that one of her sons thought I was fake. I got mad and got out of the car. Then I went to my house and started searching livejournal. I find his livejournal and I read something he wrote. He wrote something along these lines: "I hate to love you so much, I wish I could cut my veins just to stop thinking about you. Because you get on my nerves.. but still.." Something sorta like that. Could any one tell me what that means? Please??
I have other dreams with him making me mad, I'll post later.
|Sunday, January 19th, 2003|
Hey. I'm Andrea.
Last night I had a dream that this guy (who used to do a bunch of stuff w/ me and my friends but now has to work) was dying of cancer or something. So I admitted to him that I'd had the biggest crush on him since the seventh grade and he just kinda looked at me funny and then got embarrassed and left. Then I found out that he wasn't actually dying, and from then on he ran away from me in the hallways.
Depressing, huh? Makes me really wanna share my feelings . . .
Anyways, this seems like a neat community. Current Mood: calm
|Friday, September 6th, 2002|
I had the worst dream last night.
There was this (gorgeous) guy..tall, long blonde hair, cockrocker-type, who was a jackass when I first met him. I ran into him/saw him several more times, and we were never friendly to each other. Then one day I was at home and there was a knock on the door. I opened it and this little motorized truck rolled in, a note attached to the top. The note read something like "I can't believe I didn't love you from the start." As soon as I read it, there was a knock at the back door, and that guy walked in. So for a while it was wonderful..I even agreed to marry him, but as soon as I did, things changed. He became jealous and mean and abusive. One day we were driving along and he told me that he was taking me to meet the other girl he was going to marry, because he was going to have two wives, and I said NO WAY! I said there was no way I'd marry him now, and tried to get out of the car, but he wouldn't let me out and took me to the house anyway, as a hostage. When I got there, it turned out that my friend taylorrain
was the other girl he planned to marry. Now we were both hostages, and he watched us 24/7 so that we could barely go to the bathroom without him in there with us. Well, taylorrain
had the phone number of some guy she'd met before she'd been taken hostage, and we thought that we could be saved if we could just get in touch with him. So, she distracted our captor while I found the cellphone and ran upstairs to the bathroom. After a few minutes, the captor guy figured out what was going on and ran upstairs, banging on the bathroom door, about to break it in...and then taylorrain
's friend arrived and we were saved!
|Monday, August 5th, 2002|
I had a really cool lucid dream during a nap this afternoon. It wasn't my first; when I was a child and had a lot of nightmares, I could sometimes realize I was dreaming, and take control of the dream, or escape from it by screaming until the sound of my own voice woke me up. I was probably one of the only kids to ever be happy to wake up screaming! (My parents may have felt differently.) Just now was something completely unlike anything I've experienced, though... during the transitory phase when wandering bedtime thoughts turn into dreams, something almost woke me up... not completely, but enough for me to become conscious of the fact that I was asleep. The dream didn't stop, though. I had this weird feeling like I was floating between two planes, the plane of consciousness and the plane of unconsciousness. For a short time I was able to control the dream, create and destroy objects, images, anything... I was able to float up closer to the "consciousness" plane, and feel myself almost wake up, which was accompanied by the metaphysical sensation of being underwater and rising towards the surface, feeling the water pressure grow weaker and the ambient light grow stronger. Since I didn't want to wake up, I switched directions and dove back down into sleep. I think I lost the dream at that point... I'm already starting to forget most of the details. It was an incredible experience, though.
|Saturday, August 3rd, 2002|
Intro and sharing a dream
Hello everyone. The last dream journal I was a member of was not so wonderful. There were the same six people who posted every single day, and it was painful to watch as nobody ever responded. So..I am going to jump right in, share with all of yas my most hideous recurrent nightmare! Yay!( BwaaahahahahaaaCollapse )
|Thursday, June 27th, 2002|
Immediate Lucid Dreams
It's been quite a while since I've practiced lucid dreaming, but I will be starting to get back into it. One technique I discovered for entering a lucid dream immediately is this: While dozing, that state just before falling asleap, picture a field of stars. This is fairly easily done as the cones and rods in the eyes tend to remain active when the eyes are closed. Next picture yourself moving forward into this field of stars. I've never seen this documented, but when you fall asleap you will literally "walk into" your lucid dream!
It will only work after you've succeded in lucid dreaming a few times, and it helps to look at your hands shortly after entering the dream to keep from falling into a dreamless sleep.
Does anyone out there have any lucid dreaming tips to share?
|Friday, June 28th, 2002|
Dream of a graduation
Dream!! What I remember of it.
I was at a high school graduation, the American type, but it wasn't my own. It was indoors and everyone was sitting down and in front there was a little podium where the actual graduation thing took place. I was sitting on the steps in front of the podium with an other girl who was a friend (but I don't know her at all...I did in my dream) but we didn't talk, like we were mute or something. The director kept calling the names of people I know in London, but they didn't looked like those people do in reality. Actually he called one who looked like this random guy I knew in the US, Calvin, and he looked like the Calvin I knew too. But all others didn't. Every time the students would go get there diploma they would run through there as if it were the finishing line of a race. Then the girl sitting next to me asked me to take a picture with her cell phone (I've actually seen adverts for phones like that, so it's possible) but I didn't know how and an other girl came to help me. Other-girl then started telling me about this play she's reading, which was called something weird. Then a bunch a people, who were graduates from an other school, broke into the room and started running around with big red paper masks on their faces. They also sang a song. Then I woke up.
Thank you to all of you who gave me tips on what to do about my dreaming-block. ^_^ Current Mood: awake
|Tuesday, June 25th, 2002|
last night my puppy was in my dream. well he's not a puppy...he's a short and fat collie/sheltie...very baby like in character. hehe.
i was at the marriott and i had to go to the bathroom or something and my mom told me to take the long hall way...so i'm going...and i took the dog with me...on a leash...then i walked by this guy and smiled at him because it hought he was cute..then i accidentally went down a flight of stairs so i'm coming back up and i cross paths with the guy again. then my dog goes crazy and the leash slips off of him. so i'm running after him yelling "Max!!" then i find him and i grab him around the neck in a hug-like gesture. i look around and realize i'm in the middle of a gift shop with clothes and purses and belts everywhere. so my dog lies down while i put the collar and leash back on him, and then we start walking around everywhere, and i keep losing him and getting him back. it was mad crazy yo. :)
every time i dream about my dog, he's either running away or dying. weird stuff. Current Mood: peaceful
first post and ask for opinion...please :-)
Good morning...Good night...
Saw a link to this community on community_promo
and thought it sounded joinable, so I a joining.
I think dreams and dream interpretation is really cool. But I can’t post any dream right now because for some reason I am having a dreaming block. It is strange. I used to dream almost every night, often very vivid dreams, but then I stopped and haven’t dreamt much for a while. I mean, I still dream but not as often…or maybe I never remember it anymore. Does anyone have an opinion
on why I might have stopped dreaming (or probably more accurately, stopped remembering)?
But even with dreaming block, reading other people’s dreams is neat because it can make you think of something, or make a memory come back. And it’s just generally nice to read about dreams. Dreams are like stories, only with more fantasy. Current Mood: happy
|Monday, June 24th, 2002|
i just joined recently and decided to introduce myself and share a recent experience hehe.
my name is crystal and i live in oklahoma city and i love talking about my dreams. yay.
i posted this in my journal the other day:
last night, i was dreaming...about snow...or something. then it was dark. and i didn't want to be asleep anymore. so i slap my face and pull on my eyelids to try and wake myself up. i do that about five times. i'm kicking and yelling, and rolling over, and i can feel the covers and myself trying to sit up...and i can feel myself slapping my own face and pulling on my eyelids...and i open my eyes, but i can only see out of one of them, and it is too dark. i just moved into a new house about a week ago, but i was at OBU for 5 days, so i'm not familiar with my room at all...so i'm trying to look around but it's too dark and i can't figure out where i am. so i think to myself about getting up and going to the bathroom. and i realize i'm still asleep. so i slap my face and pull my eyelids some more. crazy crazy stuff. and i get up again. and i am still asleep! so i kick and yell some more and roll around and everything. and i am finally awake. i go downstairs and my bro is home sitting at the dining room table with my parents. i look into the living room and there are a bunch of scary people that are apparently tyson's friends he brought over. they thought it was a free party and i look outside and there are some guys bringing in a keg. i tell my bro he's crazy. and then i all of a sudden open my eyes really fast and really big...and i am still in my bed and it's not so dark. i look around and wonder why it was so easy to wake up when i didn't know i was asleep than wehen i knew i was and i tried so hard to wake myself up. i've done this before a long time ago, and i actually woke myself up with my fingers on my eyelids. haha it was crazy...but this time i couldn't wake myself up. i rolled over and looked at athe clock and it was 3 or 4 something in the morning Current Mood: lazy
|Sunday, June 23rd, 2002|
you'll see a lot up there, but don't be scared...
Had a dream this morning about fleeing from FBI agents with Christine... for some reason they had big files on both of us. They were chasing us in a black airplane, Christine was driving her new car... which the parking brake didn't work on for some reason, so it kept rolling away every time she parked.
Then, I was being held hostage by a gang of terrorists in a house with a family, kind of like the Tanners from ALF, or maybe it was another 80's TV family. I distinctly remember watching the dad play Risk, he was black (the black pieces) and had all of North and South America... he had so many armies, he had to use pieces from other games as counters, I remember he had a Battleship aircraft carrier and a Monopoly train.
Mmmm, Risk. Anyone want to play Risk? :) There must be an online version...
|Thursday, June 20th, 2002|
Flight, and the stove of death
Yet another typical flying dream last night... typical of *my* flying dreams, anyway... I can't fly anywhere without getting tangled in power lines. It's funny, though, because while driving home yesterday, looking up at some power lines, and wondering why I always get so worked up about them in my dreams... I've never gotten hurt or electrocuted by them, might as well just try to zip right past them. Anyway, the only thing remarkable about this flying dream is that I didn't have wings, more like a force that pushed up on the bottom of my feet when I concentrated. Good for high jumps and soft landings... it was a fun dream.
It wasn't all fun and games, though... after that, I was trying to use an old gas stove, a lot like the one in my old apartment in Worceter. That damn thing was about 30 years old, and had 4 pilot lights, one of which was almost always out. For the longest time, I didn't even know about the pilot light on the broiler, and so it was out from at least the time I moved in last June until November when the landlord came over to look at it. The death-stove in my dream was even worse, it had at least 5 or 6 pilot lights, and they kept going out while I was using the stove... it spat flames out everywhere, burned the hell out of my big toe when a fireball came out from under it, and generally made things miserable, until I shut the gas line off and decided to stop even trying. This dream was prompted by real-life thoughts and events from yesterday, too, since I was melting some wax in a ceramic pestle sitting in a pot of boiling water last night, and watching it very carefully as I was afraid the pestle would explode, or my rapidly turning the burner off and on to control the rate at which the water heated up might cause something terrible to happen. Moral of the story: gas stoves scare the shit out of me.
I recall a dream about my ex-girlfriend, too... there wasn't really a moral to that one, but it was almost as fun as the flying dream.
|Tuesday, June 18th, 2002|
About the past five nights or so, I've had dreams about HOBY. I'm always back, but it's not at the seminar, it's at an extension. Or I'm visiting other ambassadors *cough*Brett*cough* in some really strange capacity. I know I miss the friends I made there, and I know that I want to go back. I decided within about 2 hours of the seminar that I was coming back. So why is my subconscious smacking me over the head with it? *sheesh* Maybe it's a sign that I should e-mail the other members of my group. I do sort of want to know if anyone has any pictures yet... Nah, I'll wait until I get my own pictures back, otherwise I'll seem too needy, seeing as how we only got done last weekend.
I had this dream a while ago:
I dreamt that I was sleeping over at my boyfriends place and I woke up in the middle of the night, it was so so so so dark, but yet i could see at the same time.
i started getting a prickly feeling and then all these little tiny red bugs started biting me all over (how i knew they were red, i dont know) and then I started hitting my clothes, and I ran outside and rolled around in the dirt, and then took all my clothes off, and the bugs disappeared. Then this huge purple SUV came roaring past, and I knew one of the women, who was my boyfriend's 2nd ex before me. She hates me, and has like, a whole power trip thing. there was also another woman in there who had long stringy blonde hair and was hunched over and had a hand to her mouth the whole time. so they saw me naked, and i tried running into this jungle-like scene, while they ran after me. then a mountain appeared, and i turned around and slapped sally, and ran and hid in the mountain.
Soon, my boyfriend came out, calling my name, and he told me that Sally was very angry at me, and wuold have forgiven me if I hadn't slapped her, and that Jane (the blonde woman's name...in the dream at least) had said that she had totally disapproved of my actions. I was still naked.
Is that not...just...weird? Current Mood: exhausted
This morning's dreams...
Lots of dreams this morning, I'm working from notes I wrote when I woke up, but the images are still fresh in my mind... some more than others... teehee!
In the first one, I was at my dad's ex-wife's house... the house was originally up on stilts when they first bought it, but they had a foundation put in, and Dad built a ground floor for the house She bought his "half" of the house when they divorced last year. (That was in real life, not in the dream) In the dream, the house was collapsing in on itself... part of it seemed to still be held up by stilts, or a tree... as if it were a giant treehouse. The meaning of that one seems fairly obvious.
In the next part of the dream, I was at my mother's house, she had married a professor from WPI, and they had a really nice place. In the dream, she caught me with drugs or porn, and started flipping out... funny thing was, she actually did flip out at me this morning, but about my being unemployed and lazy. I guess drugs and porn are secondary factors in that equation, though. :P
Then, I was in some kind of shower house, almost like a car wash for people, with separate rooms for soap, shampoo, and rinsing. There was a girl in there with me, skinny, with long hair... kind of a cross between an old college girlfriend and someone I met at a party recently... anyway, she was waiting in the rinse room for me, which was this thing with rubber walls and water coming down one side of it... I'm not sure what she had in mind, (we were naked, obviously, but there were attendants there) and unfortunately, I didn't get to find out, because the dream changed...
The last part of my dream was like a movie, a lot like K-PAX, but Samuel L. Jackson was there. I remember running around inside a building, trying to figure something out... I had weird powers, like Jedi mind tricks and the ability to travel on beams of light, and I was trying to help a handicapped girl. I remember finding a dog with puppies inside this building... and there was also a man running around with a head wound with this worm-looking thing coming out of it, he said it was his brain stem... he seemed very distressed.
Wow, lots of dreams this morning. Dinner time!