Did you have a recurring nightmare when you were a child?

I dreamt the Grim Reaper was after me.Not just that I was about to die,Death personified.I used to dream my mother was possessed by the devil as well.

Several.

no

Oh, that must have been really terrifying!

This SC would have done well to define what a child is. I believe, rather than a "minor", that a child is between the age of 0-12. When I was three or four I would have a nightmare that these two robots would come at night while I was sleeping and tear my arms off.

sure. this wise old man quotes from a book. he says:
"hang on for some metaphysics. the aneristic principal is that of order, the erisitic principal is that of disorder. on the surface the universe seems (to the ignorant) to be ordered; this is the aneristic illusion. actualy, what order is there is imposed upon primal chaos in the same sense that a person's name is draped over the actual self. it is the job of the scientist for example, to to impliment this principal in a practical manner and some are quite brilliant at it. but on closer examination order disolves into disorder, which is the eristic illusion.'
then the old man turns into two asses and is set to go grind corn.

yes, when i was very young i had a recurring dream that the moon was chasing me and my mother. it was a quarter moon and it was huge. no matter where we ran it was there and we could never run very fast.... you know that dream slow run that makes you feel like you are in mud.

its funny because while im having the dream i recognize ive had it before but then when i wake up i forget it and this happens to me a lot

I had persistent recurring nightmares of a gigantic apocalypse- bombs falling, WWIII, everyone dying horribly, in all encompassing-terror, flames, flames... up until about three years ago (from when I was in my early teens until I was about 30).

And that was a nightmare?

I had one of being in the back seat of my parents car, and it would start moving, and I'd look and there'd be nobody driving it, and I wouldn't be able to stop it. I think that was when I was about 3. I had another one about swimming pools too (that one stopped when I was 5 or 6 cos I learnt to swim!)

Oh god! The slow-running! I always get that in nightmares. Usually when you are just about to wake up - your muscle are paralysed and you are actually trying to do the motions in bed!

Oh, and I forgot the curtains-catching-fire one.

I don't really have nightmares now. Except the waking kind, at work....

Yes. I used to always dream of running across wet benches, bleachers or forms and slipping over. i always used to wake up when i hit the ground in my dream.

I used to have these dreams that I would outside and the sun was so bright that I couldn't really open my eyes and I would stumble all over the place.

And when I was sick and hallucinating from fever, I always saw my family members lined up and jumping into a bottomless pit up in the corner of my room.

I use to scared of the radar at Heathrow Airport. Far too big for me to cope with

I have a recurring Nightmare!!Not a dream.I'd be sitting at the ocean shore looking out at the sea,then all of a sudden the ocean would start to receding & out in the distance,I would see a wave building higher & higher & higher until there was this huge crest of a tidal wave right over me,so I'd start running but couldn't out run the wave.I'd always wake just before it would consume me...Hate that nightmare.I have no recurring DREAMS tho.

I don't think so...I did however have night terrors.

I had that same kind of dream! I'd be in the car, alone, and it would be moving but I wasn't able to do anything.

yep, that's it!!!!

Stinkin' falling dream! I still have it.
When I was young, it was always that I'd climb to the top of this huge bookshelf and fall and never land (I always woke up first).

no recurring nightmares. very few nightmares overall.

Yes: being kidnapped by people hiding behind bushes in the park with big black garbage bags.

I still have that one where I can't open my eyes enough to see, because the sun is shining in them. I hate it. It happens frequently (but not only) when I'm taking a nap in the afternoon and the sun is coming through the windows right onto my face.
I also frequently have the slow-running one, and one where my knees are really weak and I can't stand up.

Yes. I call it 'The nothingness bridge'. It came in installments when I was six years old.

Scene 1: We started first grade. The teacher passed out m&m candies on our desks. A disease spread through the class in which we were becoming translucent.
Scene 2: We were at the edge of an abyss. A fog prevented us from seeing the other side (if there even was one). By now my fellow color-translucency students were becoming nearly transparent. An iron gate was visible in the fog which opened to a suspension swing bridge into the abyss. They lined up and slowly ran across the bridge. By the time they had made it halfway across thay had vanished entirely. I was last in line. As I driftily skipped into the midsts of heavy mists, my consciousness vanished.
I had others too that were quite wild.

As a child, I has recurring house-burning-down nightmares. Then, in the mid-'80s, I switched to recurring nuclear war nightmares. In grad school, it was recurring teeth-falling-out nightmares. Now, if they recur at all, I can't tell.

Yes, but I can't remember it. Something about being left in a car and the car starts rolling down the street. I also had recurring falling dreams.

I had a dream like that too! The head was that of an evil substitute teacher. Then, she started sending owls after me and making me stab myself with my pencil.

Not a dream as much as reliving the birth experience. The dream begins as a dark black/grey horizon divided by a thin straight grey line. The line begins to tremble and vibrate. It is accompanied by an increase in volume of a comforting humming, which was previously just under the subconscious perception.

As the line gyrates and becomes like an oscilloscope, the humming is louder and louder until a bright light shatters the tranquility of the the scene and then I usually woke up.

I just played and drew that a few days ago. I called it Quasar spiral dive. Did it have a diagonal axis, magnetic superconductor fields and pyramid triple cross antennae too?
You mean 'The' birth experience, don't you. See the comment i just wrote to heyzeus regarding this in the 'good dream' survey.

Oh no. Sounds like the dark side of forces I meet. When I was threatened to be kicked out of geometry long long ago, I spent my class stabbing myself with my pencil. There's a good sci-fi book, 'That hideous strength' by CS Lewis where the computer programmers are getting their orders from a resurrected head.

I GET THAT ONE, TOO!
Nap... good idea...

This was reoccuring dream from my childhood. No diagonal axis, no magnetic superconductor fields and no pyramid triple cross antennae.

Just a straight line breaking the horizon into two. The gyrations were indeed like that of an oscilloscope, albeit I never heard of one at my tender age. I don't "know" that is was reliving the birth experience, as much as "feel like" it was reliving the birth experience.

Okay, I got a spooky one for you. I just, I mean I just, hit the enter button and got a blank grey screen with a multicolored line across the middle not entirely unlike the horizontal line I was describing above. It was in color.

Okay, so if black and white was the birth experience, then color would be...ahh...well, I guess I'll see you all on the other side.

I am not making this up. It just happened! Really!

Really? I wonder if they're common.
I've never had one where I dreamed I left the house naked, though.

I'm going to do a google search for a dream directory and find out what's wrong with us!

happens to me all the time. I consider my computer to be running off a crystal ball tuned into my consciousness. Perhaps now you understand how I do things like affect my reception. Sometimes i actually converse with my computer, other times I do things like go 'on' the internet. Icons mysteriously show up created from segments of my image files that have appropriatly synchronized subject matter, and are shortcuts to something i suddenly need.
There are tons of other senses in addition to our basic five.
Conventional sight is arbitrarily based on our red green blue receptors, which map out on a 3D cartesian color chart. It could have been red, ultra violet, and gamma. Even with RGB, if we had an additional (4D color space) receptor for say infrared, even yellow, we'd find that all green leaves are not the same, just as red distingiuishes between different blue-green compositions. Our other sense, electric, magnetic, 3rd eye visual and auditory etc are all stacked upon that. Of course this has nothing to do with your new interactive synchronicity in alternative physics. The prior alternate newtonian world will still remain to explain what happened as say a memory buffer screen dump, but by ignoring it you will open other worlds which give you much greater connection, understanding, and control. There are a couple dozen simultaneous realms that I'm aware of. It looks like you're adding number three to your set (newtonian and whatever jesus connection you have being your first two). Everyday for me is like what you just had, sometimes minute after minute. Congratulations. Keep honing that awareness and interactive connection.

Yeah, but it coulda been an electronic glitch also. But having gotten freaked out by the event, I am open to other explanations.

Cool!

That glitch would be what I'm calling the newtonian physics realm of cause and effect, which as i've said seldom disappears entirely, but lessens in importance when one finds the alternate mystical realm of cause and effect is equally pervasive if not in fact the underlying source for all the newtonian events which likewise scientists would have you believe creates a predestined future if only one could follow the entire compilation of quark and meson trajectory vectors. I'm claiming that all these forces operate by virtue of cosmic mind that creates subjectively to increasingly finite levels of tangibility, and not the other way around; that Gods thoughts become matter, space, and time; not matter, space, and time evolve to reveal traces of the creator. This is the viewpoint of the mystic. I feel like I've backslid whenever the scientific explanantion for events is more believable that the mystical handiwork of gods dream becoming manifest. When one starts to see particle fountains, and various energy streams in our midst and at our control, and every element cooperating in a single cartoonlike communication where everything on the planet within earshot has fallen into place like intstruments in an orchestra, then it becomes clear that jesus walk on the water was no big trick. I am pleased myself to find that a year and a half after my attempt at a half-hearted teleportation experiment, that portion of my living rooms compass polarity is still of by 20 degrees. Currently there is a bass amp on the floor there, last time I checked there was a table with an electric piano, before that a cabinet with a handheld casette recorder in the top drawer. Always something to cast newtonian doubt.
If you're ready to see God, by your side (as withit you), painting meaning into all that meets your senses, please don't turn down the offer. One glitch that reflects your mystical thoughts is a start. From there you can move on to seeing that the SC surveys that appear match your lifes subject mater, that the TV brings programming that meets your interests, that people and opportunities come your way that would not appear on the door of others because you have agreed to start seeing gods hand as your personal source and savior about you (by no means belittling the current arrangement you have), until you are in total interactive synchronicity with all that happens.. every bird chirp, every stray word, the weathar, until you see that every fiber of your being is synonymous with gods creation. For the first couple years that might entail hearing everything as a metaphor for the path you walk that moment, but that evolves until it comes in directly, that when you talk to another, you know you are talking to the creator that has arranged each moment of the world to suit your path at the moment. When you get there, there is no past or future to debate predestiny over; it simply becomes 'well God, what do we do now?'. Because, I step down into the realm of curiosity, in spite of the fact that it seems the universe is all woven around me, I still have to ask 'well what about those other people? do they exist like I, even though they mesh perfectly into my own script?' and indeed they do. I can step into their perspective and see that the world unfolds about them in just the same manner. They attract more chaos and different subject matter. There minds are so cluttered that they can't see their own reflection. If I'm in the company of a horse lover I will notice that Mr Ed has made a guest appearrance on a tv show, that we are driving by billboards with horses, that they appear in store windows and in friends conversation matter. Because I wish to know them, their elements become visible in my world. They would claim that nothing supernatural was occurring, but believe that that's what the world looks like. I might go many months without seeing the quantity of horses they see daily. They might say I just wasn't looking, and that's true in a fashion, but in the same fashion as I could say a fifth of the people you meet on the street are aware of this phenomenon, and they just hadn't been looking.

The hand that creates this dream of matter creates your thoughts and is omnipotent (and has a fantastic knack for clockwork puzzles, theater production, and quantum mechanics). Keep that in mind and you will see 'whatever!' you are ready to believe in.

On the chance that you are opening your eyes to this path, it would be timely to define mystic and occult. Mystic is where you poke your head into the clouds until the ground rises with you. It is a sea in which can learn from all that can convey. One can not have an ego there. Occult is a world which is like a workshop table, and one reaches a hand into the clouds with their ego to bring down supernatural tweaks into a land that is asleep to it's mystical connected source. I consider occult a predominantly irresponsible path until one has had years of mystical apprenticeship, which in your case would be termed talking with jesus or seeing the face of god. Still, I find my own hand is not held at all times. As often as not, I simply operate in the mundane or occult, and get reports back from the mystical realm as to whethar new ways I set in motion were virtuous or not. When I first had my awakening 13 years ago, I presumed that I would lose all autonomy; now I find that that may never happen in a billion years. That god created me to perceive myself as somewhat separate from god that I might serve to experience the mind and creation of God for God, if that makes any sense to you. Again, good luck.
Oh, you've not really talked about your connection with christ, so I don't have a clear picture whethar by any medium you are on conversing terms as we are. If so, I've been curious what the man tells you about me. It may differ from reports I get directly, we each have our little worlds or perceptions in spite of it all being one. Tower of Babel, so to say. Keeps things interesting.

Recurring dream-yes, recurring nightmare-no.

So what was the dream?

One of the ones I had most often was that I was Supergirl and I was flying around.

That's a COOL one! I love flying dreams. I can often fly in my dreams. I sometimes have superpowers too. Such a crap to wake up to the real world.....

Yeah, I hear that. I think I dreamed that because my childhood was so boring and repetitive. The same routine day after day without much variation. At night I dreamed, during the day I escaped into books.

I can identify with that.

not only when i was a child, still now too!!!

Yes! I still have it. Long hallway, at the end of it is a nest of snakes. I don't have a fear of snakes at all, I like 'em. Problem is these snakes have transparent skin and you can see all their innards. THAT'S what freaks me out the most. I've always wondered what the hell this dream means. Anybody know?

Oh my word! I used to dream that I was Super Girl!

We must be related!

I've always heard that snakes have to do with sexuality, but I could be wrong.

Hee hee Supergirl Sisters to the rescue!

Hehehehehehehehe! Here we come to save the day! (Oops! That's Mighty Mouse's theme song) Biggles-we need a theme song or theme music-what shall it be?

I've heard about that connection also. But a large nest of transparent snakes? Does that make me some kind of nymphomaniac or what? The dream has never felt sexual, just disturbing. It could mean I have ambivalent feelings about intercourse but I really don't. Peni (hope that's the plural form) are my friends!

I don't know what else to tell you. Anybody here good at dream interpretation?

mmm, maybe it is a fear of being transparent to other people? Like, you think people can somehow see through to all those flaws you try to hide? (Not saying you are flawed - just interpreting based on my own experience!!)

Wow! What a great interpretation! Seriously. It feels like a close fit. Don't s'pose you've got a degree in psychology, do you? I'm amazingly insecure, but aware of it at any rate. This is how twisted I REALLY am...Whenever I'm feeling especially pathetic and flawed, I tune into 'The Jerry Springer Show'(how awful). It's a sure bet I'm going to see at least 4 or 5 folks on there that are INFINITELY more pathetic and flawed than I could ever hope to be. Oddly comforting. No offense intended to anyone who's actually been on the show.

Oh my god, I do that TOO! Except, they aren't showing JS in Canada at the moment.... Bah!

Ew, and the snakes represent what is repellent to other people.... but the fact that you like snakes yourself, means that deep down you think your "flaws" are okay - it's other people's acceptance you're concerned about.
I wouldn't worry - most people are pretty crap anyway!!

No I don't have a degree in psychology - I don't need to pay some prof to teach me that stuff!

Well, definitely *not* Mighty Mouse!!! Hmmmm, I'll have to consider this one.......

Is there a bull's-eye painted on my psyche? You're hitting dead center! I was just discussing your take on my recurring nightmare with friends and now they all want you to interpret THEIR dreams.

You're very intuitive! Think I'm going to mull over your new revelation in my journal and see where it leads.

Shall I see your receptionist on my way out to book my next appointment?

Any help would be appreciated by myself & nannermuffin.

And you know the funny thing? I could be making three times what I do now, if that WAS my job!

Last night I had one of my recurring dreams: I'm in a foreign country and have to get the plane home, and I keep losing all my crap and getting lost and then everything is in slow motion. Sooooo frustrating. Sometimes it is that I have to go on a trip and I'm missing my flight - always that same disorganisation theme, whichever way I'm going. I guess that's pretty much how my life feels right now - I kind of know where I'm headed and what I need to do to get there, but crap just gets in the way or it just won't go right.

It makes for a crapty nights sleep too, dammit!

Disorganization and procrastination go hand-in-hand in my life. The panicky feeling I get when I have my recurring "Back in college, just about to take a final for an exam I've not studied for" nightmare can get me off to a bad start on the most promising of days. Oddly, it's never clear to me whether I just chose not to study, or the exam caught me by surprise due to no fault of my own. The guilty feeling it produces probably points more to the former than the latter.

I have that one too; in mine I can never quite remember how the exam and resulting unprepared panic came about - this is also typical of me, I just forget stuff. I have to make endless lists; and I get distracted even while making those. I think that it isn't our fault; I think we just have too much stupid crap to do in the modern world. Humans were never designed to remember big lists of crap to do.

That's my excuse anyway

I'll drink to that! I'm gonna add that to my "favorite rationalizations" list!

yeah, a three eyed monster kept chasing my mom, little brother and me.
he could see through walls and stuff... I hate him...

Me too. If you get to the office section of my website you'll find plenty of hyperlinked pages of lists. I can't keep track of my top two priorities without getting distracted.

Answering the survey about locking doors made me recall a bad dream I had a lot as a teenager and as an adult. The dream wasn't always the same, but had the same theme. There was always someone creeping around outside my house at night trying to get in, and I'd be rushing around trying to make sure all the doors and windows were locked. I'd get to the sliding glass door and realize it was broken and couldn't be locked. Thankfully I haven't had that dream for a long time, but it may be one reason I'm so careful about locking doors at bedtime.