Dreams

[Tommy Chong]

When I was about 10 or 11 I had a recurring dream, that advanced bit by bit each night. I don't normally remember my dreams, but I still remember aspects of these 30 odd years later.

Basically, I was younger by a couple of years, walking through a stone courtyard. I was aware of the sun on my arms, and more details became apparent, like a border collie sleeping head on paws in the shade. I could hear bees buzzing in a bush and I as I made my way to a workshop I could hear a saw working. The workshop had dust in the sunlight and there was a smell of freshly cut wood - I don't think I've ever smelt anything in a dream since - there was a young man, in his twenties standing over a workbench with a saw blade fixed to it.

I didn't feel any fear, I was totally relaxed about this instalment dream until the time the guy turned and was holding his hand, blood was coming through his fingers.

The next morning I told my mum, I got no further than "I keep having the same dream, I am walking through a yard..." and she told me "Oh, you're dreaming about your great grandfather cutting off the tips of his fingers, I used to have the same dream when I was your age."

I never met the man, my grandfather (I assume the dream was from his perspective) never spoke about it, but my mum and I both had the same repetitive dream. I don't remember ever having it again after speaking about it.

Also, I would marry Kirsten Dunst 100 times before looking at Paltrow.

I am absolutely in no way or any form carrying a torch for Gwyney.

It was like she barged her way into my dream uninvited and made me her house husband!

Anyway, I think I can divulge another misbegotten tale from the days of my naive youth.

As a young lad who had just entered the beginning and exciting stages of hormonal driven adolescence, I found my attention being drawn to the fairer sex.

So one day after school, I found myself perusing my way through the shelves of a dusty second hand book store only to find a book detailing in great length how to master the techniques of both lucid dreaming and astral traveling.

As I was browsing through the pages which were carefully written with much insight by some great eastern swami on how these techniques can be used to for meditation and finding enlightenment, only one thing occurred to me... If I could astral travel out of my body, then I could travel to the girls locker room at my high school during shower time and no one would be the wiser!

Needless to say, I grabbed the book and used all of my school lunchtime money for the next week to buy it.

Long story short... It never worked because apparently it takes years and years of practice and devotion to master it.

Plus my older cousin had a stack of Hustlers under his bed, so I pretty much took the easy route!

 

[Rita_Poon]

I wish that I could help you mate... Mine stopped just as inexplicably as they started.

But I do know that it only happened when I was sleeping on my back.

I sleep on my side these days and I put a pillow between my legs. That seems to stop me from rolling over on to my back.

sleep apnea? oxygen deprivation kicking into your brain, "Wake up and move you gibbon, I'm starving for air you half wit!!!"

 

[Tommy Chong]

sleep apnea? oxygen deprivation kicking into your brain, "Wake up and move you gibbon, I'm starving for air you half wit!!!"

Lol, I wish it were that easy mate. It has to do with the chemical your brain releases when you fall asleep. Basically it paralyses you so that you don't act out your dreams. People who sleep walk don't get enough of this chemical...

But for some reason when you have sleep paralysis, your brain doesn't stop releasing it when you're conscious.