Well, it felt awful. My lower teeth are a mess but I can survive with my current situation, but finding new teeth under my tongue made me think “oh crap, now I have to put on braces”.
Eurgh. Must’ve been a relief when you woke up!
As one who had braces for several years I can assure you that they aren’t that uncomfortable. So you don’t have to worry about that. But I know: That’s easy to speak if you can’t explicitly control the dream.
Indeed.
I had braces for years too, and I hated it. I’m happy you had a good experience with it, for me it was a pure nightmare. In fact, my teeth are still a mess. Fortunately, they’re symmetric and my upper teeth are more or less straight, so I can chew correctly and you don’t notice anything wrong if I smile. That’s why I’m hesitating about putting them on again.
That, and the fact that dentists cost a lot here in Switzerland.
I have to admit that I had them only around my lower teeth. Before that I had these removable braces that you have to put in each night. And they were indeed a nightmare. But the normal braces weren’t that horrible (but of course unpleasant).
Don’t you live at the border so that you can go to a dentist in another country? I’ve heard that this is what a lot of Swiss people do…
i had them for two years. It was godawful.
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Today I had a very unsettling dream. It was soooo long, and the more it went on, the more I became conscious that it was a dream. But for this very reason, it became more frenzied.
It started quite soft. I was walking home with my wife and my daughters, and we decide to take a different route to get to better know the town we moved in three months ago. It’s a nice residential part with lots of green. We lose sight of our daughter for a second and she’s already ringing the bell of one home. Embarrassed and angry, we tell her that she can’t ring the bells like that and she has to wait for the people to answer and explain why she disturbed them. A short, slim lady, maybe 45 years old, opens the door and asks us what we want. I say “my daughter rang the bell and I’d like her to explain why”. Ilaria says “I wanted to know these people” with all the innocence a 4yo girl is capable of. The lady looks annoyed but still invites us to enter. In the living room there’s an eight year old girl, she’s using one of those magic coloring books where the color is embedded in the page and the marker is just used to wet the pages to reveal the color. She’s happy to see my daughters and wants to color with them. There’s also a 5 year old boy playing with toy cars on a sofa and doesn’t care about us. I comment to my wife “we should buy one of these books, we have none at home”. Which is true - thanks for the suggestion, dream.
After a while we had to leave: we have a road trip ahead of us, we need to go to Catania, Sicily, where we’re going to meet my parents and my sister (I’ve never been there, I always wanted to visit it because I have some friends there and it seems like a very nice town). I was setting the GPS, but the device was actually some kind of game console and I had to play a F1 game, driving the in-game car to my destination in order to specify where I wanted to go.
We reach the city wall, and the entrance to the city is like the queue to an amusement ride. In fact, when it’s our turn to enter, they make us sit on small boats and we begin a short trip on a river-like path, which then becomes a water rollercoaster and it’s very fun. However, after it finishes, we’re back to the start, outside the walls, and we don’t know how to enter the town.
I take my phone and proceed to write a message to one of my friends in Catania saying “it’s cool that you have a city rollercoaster, but how do we visit the city?”, when I notice that all my emojis have been replaced by faces of Osama Bin Laden (crying, smiling, vomiting and so on). When I look up from the phone screen, I’m inside an apartment that looked like closed a bar/restaurant. It’s empty, quiet, the lights are off. There’s a slim guy in front of the bar looking at his phone. For some reason I already know that I’m being held hostage.
I don’t remember the details of this part, I remember that I wasn’t the only hostage, that the guy’s role was to keep an eye on us while the rest of the team was preparing some sort of heist, that we all had to pee and that we understood that the “guard” was the weakest link in the team, so if we wanted to escape, we had to do it before the other members arrived.
I manage to escape while coming back from the bathroom (I think I might have woken up here, because I remember thinking “good, I did not pee myself in reality”, which is my biggest fear every time I dream about peeing - and that’s also the part where it became a lucid dream, so that might be the explanation) and I find myself running on roofs and fire escape balconies like it was a movie. I feel dragged during my run, as if the air was becoming denser and more difficult to pass through, and I begin to crawl downwards on the walls like some sort of Spiderman (or maybe Gekko from PJ Masks, which I was watching with my daughters before going to bed).
I reach the city square. It’s night, the lights are dim, everything is beige colored, there’s some classical architecture all around me but there’s also a giant statue head in the middle of the square, and it unnerves me. I continue crawling, when I find a very old lady sitting, with very sparse white hair, on a rocking chair. I know she’s after me, so I take her by the hair and pull, because I also knew it was a mask. You know, like the ending of every Scooby Doo episode. The face under the mask is slightly younger, the hair is slightly less sparse and slightly darker.
I pull again, and another mask comes off. And again. And again. Faster, and faster. With every mask, the face is turning from an old lady to a young man, it begins to look like a flip book, every mask is a page flip, and it adds more facial hair, makes the face younger, but also slimmer and slimmer, and in the end it looks like a 20-something drug addict, extremely slim, with untidy beard. While I was “flipping” those masks, some bodies started approaching me slowly like zombies, and they’re now very near. I extend my arms and use my power to defend myself, covering them in chest hair. I know, it’s a dumb power. But it was effective, they stayed there while my hair rays made them grow hairs everywhere, and I try to run, but I’m surrounded. There’s lots of them around me now, and as they come closer I notice they all look like Mussolini. I’m spinning around now, with lots of Mussolinis with their enormous heads orbiting around me (all making this face: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c5/58/a7/c558a750ef39ed4124c562e6c2bd8cdf.jpg).
And one of them takes my hands. They begin spinning with me, I see three heads in front of me while the background is confused, and their eyes begin to glow, and in their black irises I can see some "8"s in dark brown. Those numbers become clearer and clearer while then the Mussolini in the middle screams, in a way that reminds me of Gozer, “AN EEEEIGHT!!!”.
That’s when I decided to wake up.
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I know I’ve said this before but the detail in your dreams is incredible. I think it helps that you’re good at describing them, too.
What do you think the relevance of the dictators is?
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I think I’ve become even better at remembering them since I started writing them down here.
As for the relevance of Mussolini… I have no idea. That feels absolutely random. The number 8 in the eyes too, it just felt like some kind of warning message, you know, stuff like Zak’s dream in the game intro.
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Yes, this is really impressive. I don’t remember most parts of my dreams. @PiecesOfKate: How much a person remembers of his/her dreams - does this depend on the person or how deep the person sleeps?
I think it depends on various things.
Most dreaming happens during REM sleep, so people who sleep lightly are probably more likely to remember them (it’s supposedly possible to dream during other stages but you’re less likely to remember those). You’re also more likely to remember them if you wake up during REM sleep (hence the bell/alarm experiments). Deep sleep after REM sleep, or waking up and going back to sleep again straight after tends to erase the memories.
But I think some people are just better at remembering them than others for no particular reason. It probably gets easier the more you practise writing them down, as @Guga says.
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But that would mean that if @Guga would change his “sleeping conditions” (for example his bed) he maybe could get rid of some of his less good dreams?
I don’t know what makes me remember dreams so vividly. I’ve always been like that, no matter the bed or sleeping condition.
I think it’s a matter of “wanting” to remember them. When I wake up after a dream, I usually recap the whole dream, or at least the setup of most scenes. Today, for example, since I was upset by the ending, I wanted to get rid of that feeling and began going backwards thinking how I got there. Not much in detail, it was just something like “OK, I was running on the walls, I had to pee, I was held hostage, there was Bin Laden in my phone, oh yes, Catania and the water slide, and that strange GPS navigator, cool”. That’s it.
The details usually come back to memory while I tell them. For example, the whole “daughter ringing random doorbells” scene popped in my mind only after I wrote about the giant statue head. I just remembered “wait, there was Ilaria ringing a doorbell”, and then the whole scene unraveled like when you’re stuck in an adventure game then you solve the puzzle and you gain access to a lot of new locations and things to do.
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Allow me to be the skeptical party pooper here and suggest that you maaaaaaybe fill in a few blanks yourself because you´re publicly write them down here? 
(wouldn´t blame you for that)
Very interesting. I’ve tried to do this (for this thread) several times but at some point I got stuck. Mostly I remember only very few parts of a dream (normally these are the most emotional parts).
No, I trust him. A member of my family is also able to tell his/her dreams in every detail…
Lately I often remember that I did dream something. But I never remember anything. Might be due to my very light sleep.
I can understand your concerns, but I swear that’s 100% what I remember. Today is particularly detailed because I was very unnerved when I woke up, and again, the more I write the more the images become clear.
If I were to fill in the blanks I’d try to make a coherent story out of it. Which I probably should, someday. I hate that my brain is so creative when I’m not conscious. I should start doing drugs 
Or just some very strong chilli. But be careful not to brain your damage!
Why? You remember most of the “ideas” and you are able to write them down. So if you really feel comfortable with it you should indeed make a story out of it. Your brain has some good ideas. 
Try sugar. 
I think that’s true, and that kind of works alongside the practising.
Oddly sometimes in the middle of the day something will remind me of part of a dream I hadn’t recalled yet (we often say ‘that broke my dream’ - as in breaking it open I guess).
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