ehud said:
I dream every night, usually with more frequency as early morning approaches (multiple dreams back to back, some of which are continuations of the dream before).
ehud said:
Do you believe dreams have significance?
Insofar as everyday waking reality has significance. On equal footing.
ehud said:
Do you believe there is a correlation with how much you dream and intelligence, creativity, or self transformation
Not necessarily. Now, if by correlation you mean between what comes about in your dreams and how you go about dragging that out into everyday waking reality, then I would say there's something there as far as creativity and self transformation goes (intelligence though is a tricky one), being that id think that it would take a special person to fully capture their dreams or significant portions and work them into some form in everyday waking reality. (
i.e. -
paintings, stories, other forms of art or self expression)
ehud said:
Has the use of psychs effected your dreams, and if so in what way?
Wackier, more visceral, tactility through the roof, often feeling much more real than waking reality. The amount of pscyhedelic scenarios has went through the roof, also many scenarios of full boundary dissolution to where I would end up in this sort of dream-limbo, or just altogether wake back up. Also, much more meaning seems to be infused in each and every moment of my dreams, every action or scenario just spilling with this inalienable purpose; that's something that probably stands out the most to me.
I can recall a couple dreams that clearly have left impressions with me and my life.
- One was in the setting of my back yard at home home, looking out from the back deck a huge swath of deciduous treeline. It was an extremely beautiful, sunny, blue sky day. Within the time of several seconds it went from sunny blue sky to nighttime. In the seconds after this I had gotten a very unshakable feeling, like there was some form of intelligence watching me and playing a game with the dream (hence the day to night shift). Shortly after I looked to the treeline through the trees and I saw something solid and moving through. Sure enough it was the prototypical nuts and bolts UFO; two of them. They came hovering forth, over past the tree line into plain view. They just sat there and hovered. The air started to become palpable, thick, dense. I had the inclination to get in my car and drive away; I was pretty frightened at that moment. As I was driving down the back country roads I was constantly keeping a view out my side window to watch these two ufos vibrate with such intensity that they would completely warp the dream world, changing the sky multiple colors a second - red, blue, yellow, purple, etc, changing so fast that they blended together in a sort of technicolor fashion. They only altered the sky when they chose to do this; nothing else other than the sky. These moments felt impossibly real; such richness and lucidity. Hard to recall the rest, but that's the gist of it.
Another that I won't get into but that I remember very clearly - I was in the nevada desert riding with several others in a self-enclosed gyroscopic ferris wheel flying through the mountains/canyons, with the ferris wheel conductor intermittently cutting through the reality of the dream until it was unrecognizable, full dissolution into something beyond the dream, then cutting back to the dream.