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I was born in 82, so I had never heard of him.

I have a new question! Came up after reading that Lucidity site Nick gave me. If it's true that your have a dreaming episode every 90 minutes or so, and that each episode get's longer, the longer your asleep, aproximatly how many dreams could you (if it were possible) recall in a 10 hour period? This would include everything from false awakenings, short five minute dreams, the dreams you think your having when your half awake, OBE's/AP's, LD's, and just regular dreams. There we go, that should be easy to figure out HAHAHA!!! Seriously though. What would be the most events you could recall?

Also, is the 90 minute idea based on REM sleep only?

quote:Just curious Manix, you wouldn't have happened to get your moniker from this guy would you?



This guy played a detective on a very popular show in the 60's and 70's, 'cept I think he had 2 N's in his name.

Well, I don't know what Moniker is, and the image you have is broken. But I think I know what you're talking about lol! My mother once commented on the signature I use in my paintings, Manix. She tells me that Manix is the name of a fella from an old TV show. Well, No, that's not where the name came from. I picked up the name during a ... delusional episode I had one very lonely and insane summer. The little voice told me it was actually pronounced Manic. No more lonely summers for me! That was too weird. I took up talking to myself to cut the silence. I liked the name though, so I kept it =). When I told my mother a little voice gave me the name, she just eyed me funny and walked away. I don't blame her ...

I'm glad someone put the definition up! I was sitting here pondering what it meant and too lazy to dig out my dictionary. I remember studying that in Psychology. Has to do with a Freudian theory does it not?

Trains, for me, mean an easy, fast, and unhindered way to get somewhere. I dream of them when I want an easy way out of something or am in a particularly LAZY mood. But that's just me hehe.

EDIT: Also, The type of train changes the meaning in my dreams. I rarely dream of modern monorail type trains; mostly freight trains or steam engines. This because they have a sort of raw machined appearance to me. No cut corners, no fake facades, nothing hiding what really drives the power of machine. It defines the no nonsense power of technology to me more than modern streamlined designs.

Hi Nick, no worries. I had meant for it to be a memory in general thread, but since I'm more LD oriented, I think it may do better here anyway.

Shaman, I just finished taking some college Spanish courses and I thought it sounded familar. And of course it's ok!

Nitetravler, thank you for the additional ideas. I'm going to see if I can find some Ginkgo soon. I'm pretty sure I can find that locally.

Thanks everybody!
EDIT: OH! and thanks for the link Nick, I added it to my favorites list.

Thank you very Shaman! Those are the sort of things I was hoping someone would suggest. I have such a hard time getting myself to write down the notes from a dream if I wake up from it directly afterward. Many times I actually dream that I have written down the notes, then wake up the next morning to find and empty notebook! So anything that can possibly be of help is greatly appreciated.

"Manitas" sounds like spanish =)

Wow! I wondered about that myself, I sometimes catch bits and pieces of classical type music when I fall alseep or wake up. I never knew it had a name. Is there anything else known about it?

I have no cats, but I often feel things walking on my bed. I have Gerbils and I sometimes let them play on the bed. And thats what it feels like; four very small paws bounding around on the bed. Is it possible that some creatures are more in tune with the astral? I have had several disscussions on Aquaria forums where folks dream about their fish, swimming around in the air. It's a common dream theme among aquarists I suppose.

What do I look for in a guy?
I get along well with the abstract thinking guys. You know the type that hang out in comic book stores and talk about star trek all day long LOL. But I'm more attracted to the cool headed logical guys. The man who takes his responsibilies and family seriously. If he knows how to pick up his socks and put them in the hamper, that's a bonus.

I've fought depression on many occasions and often would eye my box of razors. Often, it seemed, over that same question. I realize now that half of what I went through was over-dramatic and caused by major hormonal imbalances thanks to an over active thyroid. But, thyroid problem or no, the question was still there.

"Why am here? What's the point?"

I won't say I'm Christian, cause there's so many types, but I am a born again believer; just meaning, I believe Christ died for my sins and arose. While I'm no "bible-beater" or even one of those folks that walk the straight and narrow path, I still believe, very strongly, that God's guiding me to something more. So my religion has held a lot of ground when deciding what the meaning of, not life in general is, but what my life means to me.
I've mulled over this so many times that when I finally found the answer I felt like Homer, from The Simpons in one of his "DOY!" moments.
It was so plain. There is no meaning to life, not a singular meaning, not something that can be wrote on a card and passed out like a flyer. No cure all wisdom. But there is still a meaning to life. I came to this conclusion during one of many bouts of depression.
I lay in bed asking God why the heck was I here? What was the point in making humans or Earth, to begin with? Why bother if you're just going to kill and send those who don't believe in you to Hell to burn? Fear was the meaning of life at that point. I believe in Heaven and hell and something, undefined, in between. I knew I didn't want to burn. But fear wasn't enough, not to enjoy life. Not to eliminate the anxiety and depression with ruled my life.
The answer came unexpectedly. I was in my Dad's Sunday School class and he was asking us what books we would like study next. Normally I would have popped up and said Ezekiel. I've wanted to study it forever. But somehow I couldn't. I swear my jaws wouldn't move! It was scary. The class settled on Jeremiah and I calmed down a bit and decided that maybe there was something in that book I was supposed to hear. I got home and started reading; I didn't want to wait till next week. If it was there I would find it. I did, in the first Chapter in a single verse.
Jeremiah 1:5
Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou comest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.

Of course this was His plan for Jeremiah, not me, but it told me he didn't just whip Me out of thin air and plop me here for the sole purpose of watching me fumble through life. It told me, I had existed before and most likely have a job to do, maybe even one I volunteered for. It even explained a dream I had when I was 6. I was lying in the hospital with a fever of 108F for two days straight. I should have died or at least had my brains scrambled good when I came out. However, I woke up just fine, no more off than I was before the illness. But I remembered one dream during that time, and in perfect detail. I dreamed I was watching someone in my church pray for me and an unseen person to my right placed one hand on my shoulder and pointed to the praying man with his other. I knew I was dreaming because I was floating near the ceiling of the church and no one could see me. He told me I couldn't leave yet, they still needed me.
My parents never told me the details of that experience in the hospital; not until a year ago. I knew I was close to dieing. But I never knew about the fever, or the doctors telling my parents not to get their hopes up cause the outlook was grim. When I finally told my Dad about the dream he sat beside me, said nothing, and cried. He's one of those men who never cry, certainly not in front of anyone. It was shocking because my mother reacted the same way.

So, with something to go on, I looked at my talents and interests and settled on something. I love art and all things related; I also have my Lucid Dreams and all related to that. Those are the things that drive me. Without those Life would be pretty boring. My purpose, I concluded, is to never give them up and to learn as much as I can about them. Grow spiritually, if you will, through Art and Dreams. Somehow by working with what I've been given I will accomplish not only that goal set for me by God, but will also be content with life. That is my purpose; that is my meaning of life. It's different for everyone, and though simple, not always as obvious as you think it should be.


!! I wrote a book, sorry, didn't mean to drag it out so much.

Scott, I agree that OBE's and dreams feel similar. I haven't been able to tell a difference and have a really hard time distinguishing the two unless it's self initiated. But I don't see what the big deal is. You can no sooner prove that they are both dreams than you can proove they're something more. Least you can't with a closed mind. But you've made your point. There's no reason to be rude about the matter. And that crack at Robert was completely uncalled for and unappreciated.[!] If that other forum is so much better, then go back to it and stay.

My update:

No OBE's or AP's in the form I was hoping for. However, I noticed an increase of vivid dreams and picked up a pattern in my dream recall.  Every two or three days regardless of how many dreams I can remember, there is always one that is very long, and detailed as well as Lucid more often than not. I've had no trouble falling a sleep since I've been practicing for an OBE and have often found myself lingering in the right state to initiate an OBE but have been too stressed and tired to pull it off.
Not a bad deal. I've encountered two new guides, perfected some LD techniques, discovered an interesting dream recall pattern, and have had some puzzling questions answered. I'm pleased with the results. I think I'll set another deadline in another two weeks. That's June 5th.
Here's the dream recall chart. The dream recall increase through out the month of May but most notably AFTER I began with the Deadline experiment. Hope everyone who's tried this has had some sort of satisfying results.
22nd 2
21st 5
20th 2
19th 3
18th 1
17th 2
16th 1
15th 4
14th 1
13th 2
12th 1
11th 3
10th 3
9th  3
8th  3
7th  5
6th  2
5th  2
4th  2
3rd  1
2nd  1
1st  1

Oh I hate power lines! I think they are a personal symbol for me though, I keep getting tangled or zapped if I try to fly around them or avoid them. I have less trouble if I just plow through them. Problem is I never can fly high or low enough to avoid them. They have to be one of those things I just haven't figured out yet. As far as RTZ goes, I'm not sure I'e encountered any in the RTZ cuase I never know if I'm in the RTZ.

Cats, funny you should mention that. I dreamed about cats last night; one anyway. I was watching the doves in my yard with my pup, Sandy. She likes to chase them. This man appears out of nowhere and shoves a cat in my arms and tells me I need one to get rid of the birds. I'm insulted. My Dog does a fine job all by herself. The Cat runs the opposite direction of the birds and I my dog follows. I'm barefoot and there's snow on the ground where there wasn't moments before. I snatch the cat up and get ready to shove the thing back into the mans arms. The cat wraps it's legs around my aram and digs its claws in. I shake my arm but the cat refuses to let go. The whole time Sandy is yipping madly and the man is howling with luaghter. I hate cats...I really do. Whenever I dream about cats they are there to be a nuisance and are no help at all. A RTZ cat may be different, but like the power lines, I simply don't when I'm in the RTZ.

Honestly I don't know, the dream focused on the stairways. This was the first I've seen of the lightning guy, least that I can recall. Maybe if I see him a again I'll ask him =).

"Hmmm...At least your learning early about these kind. There are many of these kinds of people in the world."

Not early enough apparently. Had I known this 20 years ago perhaps I could have avoided a lot of grief. Controling my own temper is getting harder and harder the more I try to keep a patient and open mind with her. Taking a deep breath and keeping my mouth shut seems to be helping. Also, keeping myself from whining about her so much to other people is helping. I have to tell my self, that if I keep out of her buisness, she'll keep out of mine. At least the tornadoes have not made an appearance since. Her appearance in my dreams is more frequent now, and less hostile and more decieving. Last night she outright tried to tell me I wasn't dreaming! I knew very well I was, who knows where this will lead now?

I think I might have met another one of my guides last night! I have this habit of opening in-dream portals, as I call them. Basically I just force a round portal to appear so when I'm stuck somewhere or need to go a great distance I can just walk through without any hassle. The in-dream poartals look like crystal clear water swirling around, while the out-dream portals are silver (I used these when I was visiting a friends dream a few times).
Anyway, I called one up last night and instead of going where I wanted to I ended up in a room. It had a very old unused look to it. There were stair cases everywhere. Many were upside or sideways. I saw a man there. He was transparent except for this electric blue outline around him. He look like he was made of lightning. I felt like I had been here before and that I knew who he was. I had so many questions to ask this guy but all I had time for was a staircase. He opened a latch in the floor to reveal a new one. I got the impression that this was a new challenge. The corridor was incredibly steap and impossable to descend becuase it was so small. To top that off it was cluttered debris. I woke up shortly after I turned to stare at the lightning man in disbelief.

Think this fella could have been a guide?

I've been working on the insomnia method. I've been falling asleep after 2 1/2 hours. Ooops. Been getting some pretty strong Lucid Dreams though, so it's not a total loss yet. I'm currently unemployed with nothing stressful to bother me at the moment. So adding stress isn't a problem, but this has helped my focus tremendously.

Astral Projecting is the same thing as Out of Body Experience. Just different terms.

Saturday the 22nd it is!

Hey cool! It's your idea so you think up a date. Just keep it to a Friday or Saturday night when none of us have to get up and go to work lol!

I'll give it a try. Would be interesting if we all set a mutual date, then report back to see how successfull we all were.

Right! Don't give up. I've been at this for 6 or 7 years and only accomplished one OBE that was planned (was similar to the insomnia technique now that I think about it)!
The point is, I don't let not having control over the situation get me down. There are so many other aspects to explore (lucid dreamings' my favorite lol) I'm no longer dissappointed that I can't OBE on command so to speak. Often times it happens early in the morning. The desire is so strong that one morning I wake up and realize I might be relaxed enough in mind and body to make an attempt. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. If it doesn't, no big deal. I know if I keep it up and have some patience I'll get there one day. In the mean time, I'm really enjoying the practice of Lucid dreaming, dream interpretation, and dream incubation. Those are only a few different things you can do. I'm sure there's many more. All of them will help you, in some form or another, reach your ultimate goal.

Good luck and hang in there!

I'm not sure what duality is but I have encountered one of my guides (I'm assuming I may have more than one). It appears as a mountain lion, and she's never very friendly but appears when I have matters of serious concern at hand and am choosing the wrong path or just doing something extremly hazardous and stupid.
We have never had a conversion together or even a casual walk. The experiences are not pleasant. If I see her I get the same feeling I would as a child when I had been cuaght doing something bad. She never speaks, no matter what I ask her. However I understand her "point" more often than not. Thankfully, I haven't seen her lately...

There are still some colors that I'm puzzled about. Grey and silver are the main ones. I often see grey clouds obscurring blue sky. I know they symbolize something but never can pinpoint the problem.

Never-the-less, this books focus is incubating dreams. Forever it seems, I have been troubled by one symbol. Tornadoes.

For about 7 years now I've had these dreams. Thanks to some added help from the book I managed to overcome my panic when I saw them last night. I stood my ground and demanded they tell me what they were and why they were there. The answer I recieved made no sense at all.
They told me they were in my dreams by no fualt of my own. Instead, it was my sisters fualt they plagued me. They were upset with her! But why trouble me for so long? The answer had little obvious meaning. So, I thought about my sister a bit and hre's what I came up with.
My relationship with my sister is tense. She's the sort of person that is happy and cheery when you don't stand in her way, but will turn into a nasty beast if you defy, confront or annoy her in the least little bit. There have been numerous times I would have loved to break her nose just to get her to shut up or rather, to see her bleed.
But seeing us fight upsets my parents very much. They keep saying that when they are gone, each other is all we will have to depend on. I hate to upset my parents, or even disappoint them becuase of all the wonderful things they've done for me. It is with great reluctance I turn the other other cheak each time my sister throws her selfish fits.
There is an unspoken resentment between us. Most definantly from me of her. What she sees and feels for other people is alien to me. How someone can speak with such spiteful malice to me one moment then cheer up and expect me to forget the matter enirely and give her whatever it is she wants is incredible. Perhaps that uneasy tension is what the tornadoes represent. Something that I have tried honestly to clear away time and time again but she keeps bringing back up. Her determintion not to understand those around her is a massive obstruction that stands between us.
From the time we could both talk our relationship has been uneasy. Me bending to her will so that my parents did not know we had fought. The only fights that occured were when I decided to try and stand my ground. My parents always sided with her and encouraged me to just ket her have her way.

I've never really thought about the tornadoes having a connection with her before, but now in the light of what they've shown me they seem like they will be a permanent fixture of my dream scape. A dissappointmant for sure, and now I will be even more aware of the unease I have when if her vicinity.

Perhaps I should talk to the tornadoes again. Maybe I've blown their meaning out of proprotion.

Grande is spanish. Some words are similar in several languages but since I've only studied Spanish I can't comment on the others. Grande means Big or Large and should come after the word it's describing. For example Big Town would be ciudad grande. Spanish is kind of backwards LOL. I'm not sure what coiel is though.

EDIT: The translater on Word says it means Big in French also.

I haven't had enough self induced OBE's to comment, but it's a cool concept.