[Narz]

I have pretty vivid dreams most nights but usually they evaporate shortly after awakening (I'm ususally too tired/lazy to record/share them & then they're gone).

This morning though, my daughter & her mother were away & I had a chance to sleep in a bit & reenter the dream state as well as muse in alpha-state for awhile.

I had the usual 5-6 dreams (estimate) but the first four are pretty much totally gone with only wisps of the 5th but the 6th stuck with me.

I was at this intentional community in Virgina (in the dream I knew it as Virginia, what actual relation, if any, it had to Virginia I don't know but that's where it was in the dreamscape).

The setup was not bad. The arcitecture of the main communal building was spacious while still remaining homey feeling. The schedule (during the week anyway) was breakfast, four hours of physical work (maintaining crops/gardens/etc.) and then lunch & then two hours of "mental work" in the afternoon (I didn't reach the afternoon in dreamland so I don't know what that consisted of, maybe maintaining the website, writing articles for the general public, perhaps trying to create a book or movie, who knows) & then free-time/dinner/bonfires/rituals/partying/reading/scheming/dreaming whatever until the next day.

Unfortunately my individual conversations with the members of this clan were lost soon upon waking. I remember a big wooden table for communal meals (I'm never hungry for much of breakfast in waking life but I think it was breakfast in the dream). There was a "leader"/founder type guy with a beard & a relaxed demeanor & the rest were mostly young folks, WWOOFer types. When they came into the communal building in the morning I noticed they had their sleeping bags with them that they planned to leave outside in the sun. The bags were covered in pliable solar panels which, one young man explained to me, soaked up solar energy during the day & fed it back out as heat (through vents inside the bag) so the occupant could sleep outside nearly year round.

I remember inquiring about indoor lodging (my girlfriend is not the outdoorsy type) and was assured that there was some available (though most of the young people preferred sleeping outside evidently).

Someone I got a copy of a set of "rules" from some guy. One of the rules confused me so I asked another older member about it & he said "oh, that's just so-and-so's rules for himself (that he wanted others to hold him to, I guess), it's not something you have to follow". So I asked if maybe he could highlight (with a yellow highlighter I somehow had in my bag) the rules that everyone had in common. He told me there really weren't any, besides basic respect & don't steal n' whatnot & they just dealt with anti-social behavior as it came up. The way he spoke seemed to imply it didn't come up much.

It's funny, as I woke up I started filling in the blanks, embellishing certain parts as others faded away. I think the dreaming mind & the waking mind can work together very well but that most people (including me) don't really cultivate their dreaming mind much, enjoying it as a diversion (like TV) and dream night after night without really thinking of it much or gleaning much from it.

I judge myself about all the waking hours I waste (on forums, watching videos, playing online games) but perhaps the most important time I'm not taking full advantage of is the time when I'm asleep.

Does anyone here find inspiration, ideas, etc. from their dreams? Ever created a garden or organization system or labor saving device based on inspiration from your dreams?

[Sixstrings]

I have some pretty far-out dreams. In the last dream I can remember, I had taken a new job as a licensed practical nurse (which is odd, since I've never worked in the medical field). Now here is where it gets interesting.. the job wasn't at a hospital or clinic or doctor's office, but was at some kind of secret underground government bunker (kind of like a sci-fi Area 51).

In the dream, I remember thinking how crappy the pay was but that benefits were good anyway. I went through new employee orientation, which included some kind of training class with all the other new hires. A young and very attractive Puerto Rican woman sat in front of me. For some reason, her body was covered in baby oil. As the class went on, she kept flirting with me and I remember being annoyed because I was trying to pay attention to the training. I finally gave in, though I'll skip over the details.

Next up, the training class was over and I began my rounds. An alarm sounded, with red lights flashing, and the airlock opened and some marines brought in a wounded alien. I assisted in treating the alien and we had just about got the first one patched up when the alarm went off again and four more wounded aliens were brought in.

It was at about this point that the wounded aliens started going nuts on us and then it turned into a thriller type movie with me running around trying to dodge gunfire and crazed aliens.

And then I woke up, end of story.

[mos6507]

I find myself increasingly having nostalgic dreams that yank me back into pre-red-pill innocence. These are so vivid, almost lucid, that I kind of fool myself into thinking the doomer world I'm living in now is just a bad nightmare and the dream is the reality.

It's all part of the grieving process. I'm having to personally bury (or at least compartmentalize into a little shrine) my old identity in favor of a new one that has more of a chance of making it through the bottleneck. It's very hard, even after over a half-decade of mulling. The farther I walk down the doomer road, the the more my old life recedes in the distance, the more I mourn, and the more uneasy I feel about where the hell I'm headed. Hopefully at some point I'll stop feeling like I'm just walking away and giving up and start to feel like I'm walking towards something and gaining things. I think that's why I'm so hung up on the approval aspect, because going across the grain of society (let alone your past self) is a lonely road.

[efarmer]

Went to a Permaculture class that was at an intentional community some years
back. I still dream about it, especially how sane and grounding it is and was
and is. Busy hands for a purpose you believe in is very big magic.

Haven't had the baby oil Puerto Rican woman dream yet, but I would settle for
the Wicked Witch of the West bringing me a jelly donut in my dreams.

We are in the days of hard knocks and shocks and so I wish you all
some good dreams and plenty of quality sleep to pack them into.

[Serial_Worrier]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('mos6507', 'I') find myself increasingly having nostalgic dreams that yank me back into pre-red-pill innocence. These are so vivid, almost lucid, that I kind of fool myself into thinking the doomer world I'm living in now is just a bad nightmare and the dream is the reality.

It's all part of the grieving process. I'm having to personally bury (or at least compartmentalize into a little shrine) my old identity in favor of a new one that has more of a chance of making it through the bottleneck. It's very hard, even after over a half-decade of mulling. The farther I walk down the doomer road, the the more my old life recedes in the distance, the more I mourn, and the more uneasy I feel about where the hell I'm headed. Hopefully at some point I'll stop feeling like I'm just walking away and giving up and start to feel like I'm walking towards something and gaining things. I think that's why I'm so hung up on the approval aspect, because going across the grain of society (let alone your past self) is a lonely road.