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Linda

Carlos’s comment about how the dreams tend to happen to him when he’s sleeping on something uncomfortable, or during the day time, is quite relevant to me as well. I was on a leather couch with my girlfriend, both of us hardly fitting together, napping. I went through a frenzy of different dreamscapes, some lucid and some not.

Lucid dreams for me rarely mean I can control what’s happening around me. Just my body movements and my thoughts, the rest is still my subconscious or something. Not too sure, not an expert on the subject.

For the lucid segments of my experience, the one theme of voices, a kind of chatter, was the obvious focus.I was on my couch just as I was, aware of where I was, when I started to hear a sort of restaurant like chatter. Just a lot of overlapping voices, hard to make out what they were talking about. I do distinctly remember hearing my grandparent’s voices though, and I’m currently house sitting for them. I heard bits of what my grandpa has said, I love my grandfather but I could tell the point of repeating things he had said was to try and tell me not to be like him, because there was a negative connotation to the referencing. He’s very old school, hard set in his ways, and I definitely do not agree with his perception of reality. In any case, during my dream, I would think that they had come home and that I had to wake up. Well it was very difficult to do this, I was in a state of sleep paralysis. I kept thinking that someone was home, and that I should wake up to greet them or see what they were talking about. It wasn’t necessarily directed at me, not yet. Just a sort of ambiance I suppose.

Next, and it’s all pretty hazy, but next, there are voices directed at me. Not seemingly trying to engage me in conversation, I don’t remember too well at least, something is telling me though that I may have been speaking back to them via concept transfer. Like not really using words but just kind of communicating entire sentences in an instant, streaming thoughts out. When the voices took to me as their subject, it was like they were just talking about me, in a way in which they knew I was listening. It wasn’t really good or bad, I can’t really remember.

Next, I hear a crying in my grandparent’s bedroom behind me. I project my vision to look into the room and I see what I perceive as a little girl curled up crying very ominously. I didn’t want to get any closer, so I turn back and find myself on the couch. I see myself there and I’m aware of where I am, but I’m not awake. The voices kind of grow and crescendo until it gets so loud I wake up, and when I do I’m so overcome with drowsiness I just fall back asleep. This continues for an hour or so.

Eventually I get visions of a man in a psych ward, older man, long beard long hair, and the visuals are transferring between his life (not from his perspective, like cinematic shots) and then the life of kids in their late teens/early 20s living their life. It goes back and forth between the two for a while, and I distinctly remembering that I wish there were a movie made about this concept with the focus being “if you can perpetuate the dream, then is it really a dream at all anymore?” for example, were the kids and their life just projections from a man living in isolation, was he reminiscing? or was it the dream of the kid, or was the kid projecting himself into the future? not sure, but that’s the point I think.

Anyway, craziest bit is, when I finally woke up to find my girlfriend reading, she had a similar experience. She also was going through sleep paralysis, and heard voices speaking around us. Same sensation of “oh I should wake up there are people here” but found it very hard to pull herself away from the dream state. She also was dreaming about her being on the couch, and my dog bringing in a squirrel and said that I got very mad at her (my dog). Also she said that I was talking to her in her dream, but I was whispering and she couldn’t hear me. She would try and ask me to speak louder, but it wouldn’t work.

She also went through a nightmare sequence, with a bit of someone chasing her up these stairs as they dissolve beneath her.

Now just from a psychological standpoint, I see how the majority of this could be analyzed and the subject matter just coming from the labyrinth of the subconscious. I understand how I could relate a lot of it to relationships, suppressed memories, ill addressed emotions and thoughts, etc. But the shared voices is something I find difficult to interpret. The house was dead silent, and like mentioned here before, upon waking there was a startlingly “loud” sensation of quiet. It was very hard to make sense of what had gone on, and when my girlfriend started to mention she had crazy dreams we understood we went through something similar.

I really like the frequency idea, that there are alternative planes of existence that surround us that we are not tuned in to. that we can’t perceive unless our perceptive conditions are altered. I think that’s a really interesting subject to start looking into, and I have had a couple OBEs in my life so the concept of varied realities is not necessarily foreign to me.

If anyone has any insight into what I experienced, or has experienced something similar, please reply. The only other time I’ve experienced voices like this was when I had taken a large amount of “downers”, and some sleeping pills, and stayed awake. It was similar where they would get louder until they woke me up only to be vibrating in silence. Sometimes they were calling my name, like trying to get my attention.

That’s about all I can bring to myself to write about. It’s 3 am and now I have to face my bed and see if I have a repeat of today. Kind of been avoiding the notion of sleep but I’m tired now and I’ll see what happens.