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Skewbrow:
It's been a couple years since the last episode, but I used to have this recurring nightmare. I had the feeling that I was being chased. I never saw any pursuers, but it was clear that I had to keep running. Usually there was an endless number of staircases. A weird thing is that I never got too winded even though I wasn't in the best of shapes. It is just that my progress slowed down to a crawl as I became tired, and little old ladies could easily overtake me by walking. Yet the pursuers never did?

Looks rather vanilla when written out, doesn't it?

bainidhe_dub:
In my dreams I can never actually hit/punch anyone, no matter how hard I try to fight back. My hand just slows down and slips to the side, or just stops before reaching them. It's pretty distressing in the dream, and makes me wonder if I could actually hit someone for real.

LTK:
It's easiest to recall dreams when you're sleeping in really late and spend a lot of time between being almost awake and being in REM-sleep. I got a lot of that last week when I had a week off from lab work. I dreamt that my internship was denied, but the language used in the notification was so scathing that I knew it couldn't be real. The same thing happened with a grade I've been waiting a month to hear. I scored a 2/10, which was also impossible and gave away that it was a dream.

I rarely fly in my dreams. The one time that I did, I was able to fling myself from the tops of really tall conifers, and somehow generating lift by keeping a crouched position. But there is a recurring theme in my dreams where I run really, really fast. An element of fear is never present, although sometimes I am running away from something, but have no reason to fear it. I'm dreaming, after all. Interestingly, in my dreams I always run like a quadruped. I'm extremely aware of continually using my hands to vault over things or boost myself. I'd say it's a remnant from my evolutionary past, but it's really been a long time since primates were running on all fours. In fact, I'm not even sure if modern apes are able to run or sprint effectively...

Isn't it amazing how our brains can convincingly simulate experiences that we can't possibly know about? And that these dreams are structured on-the-fly, with sometimes incredibly elaborate actor behaviors? You can talk to someone in your dream, and their responses are effectively conjured up by your own knowledge of that person. And sometimes your brain produces something in a dream that's impossible to do when you're awake. Like, there was this one time where I heard someone recite a poem, complete in rhyme scheme. I have absolutely no affinity with poetry, and yet my brain just shook out an entire verse while I was asleep. Just imagine what you'd be capable of if you'd unlock that potential while you're awake!

snalin:
Your brain might be capable of reciting poetry in that way, you might even be able to think it that way, but the muscles of your mouth and tongue lacks the training and muscle memory required to perform those tasks.

Or maybe you can't even get that rhythm in your active mind, but your brain knows how it perceives such reading of poetry, and can effectively repeat that perception, without requiring the feat of being able to do that. Brains are pretty damn cool.

TRVA123:
For a while I kept a dream Journal, so I will probably be posting a lot as I review it.

I park my car in a parking lot next to a small restaurant, but the lot has that deserted look to it. After I’ve gotten out of the car I see a man approaching. I start to get nervous, but he isn’t coming right at me.

He circles around me, staring at me, smiling nervously; but he approaches my car. The car has mysteriously turned into a convertible, and before I know it he is getting the top down.
“What are you doing?” I scream and run towards him. He jumps out of the car and grabs me by both arms, pulling me close.
“What do you think I’m doing?” he says roughly, pulling me away from my car and down the sidewalk. I struggle, refusing to walk and I scream; but no one pays attention.

I begin to struggle, moving us toward the street while he is distracted with keeping me in his control. We trip off the sidewalk into the road. The cars coming at us swerve to miss us, causing a crash. He takes the opportunity to release me and run. I stagger up, shaken. The drivers of the cars look at me scornfully, I caused their crash.

When I get back to the parking lot my car is gone. I go into the restaurant to use their phone. Inside is brightly lit with plants and laughter. I ask, “Did any of you see what happened outside?” they all look at me blankly, “A man grabbed me, I was screaming.”
A man behind me stands up and grabs my arm. “Come here sugar, I’ll give you some comfort.” As he leers at me, I grab his nose and kick him in the crotch. He goes down and I run.

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