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« Last post by Wellsy on Today at 07:36:13 am »
For years I have had incredibly violent dreams on occasion but last night I dreamed that Fiend and I were playing warhammer under some random grit crag and all the dice kept rolling down the hill so that was much nicer
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« Last post by andy moles on Today at 07:22:08 am »
Bouldering 'beta' videos where the climber is far too strong for the problem and flails around climbing it like absolute shit with crap beta but gets up it anyway on account of being far too strong. Not helpful!
Also, hideously jarring choices of backing music. The sound of wind and small grunts is fine mate.
Probably come up before but I'm only a recent convert to watching beta videos. Not sure why.
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« Last post by Fultonius on Today at 07:15:42 am »
Dune 2We caught it on Sunday at the Imax (not totally convinced by imax when there's a lot of action - even in row G it felt quite mentally taxing to watch, and in the slower scenes, does my enjoyment increase by being able to see people's plukes and wrinkles) Having not read the book, our criticisms are maybe pointed more at the source material than the film maker but we came away with a feeling that Dune 2 glorified war too much for our liking and, like the end of dune 1 (I think, haven't seen it since the cinema) has all these standard tropes of Russian looking/sounding "bad guys" And Yeah, nice visuals and good soundscape but... Is that enough these days?
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« Last post by MischaHY on Today at 02:28:57 am »
that image of the old lady in the black with the white lace
Bizarrely something I’m very clear on is that it wasn’t an old woman. I would suggest 30-40s with a worried expression and a very intense stare. Maybe she’s also experiencing sleep paralysis somewhere and we’re just vibing with each other. Not sure why she’s on the shelf though.
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Perfect Days
Wim Wenders’ latest, Japanese with subtitles.
Kōji Yakusho is a toilet cleaner in a posh part of Tokyo. The film examines the repetition of his simple life and the joy he gets from his potentially mundane job in forensic detail. Yes it’s one of those arty films where nothing much happens very beautifully.
Yakusho is in his 60s but still handsome, his clothes are supposed to be poor and basic but he looks like he’s modelling for Margaret Howell. He has rather intellectual literary tastes. His flat is a fantasy of old Japan, elegantly austere. Poverty or minimalism? All this seems unlikely for a toilet cleaner; later in the film there are hints as to why it might be somewhat plausible.
He leads a solitary, monk-like existence, with minimal interaction with the rest of the world. Snippets of music punctuate the silence: 60s and 70s rock and soul, mostly predictable (Lou Reed of course) with a couple of wild cards. There is some humour made with his choice of medium, currently achingly trendy cassette tapes. It slightly feels like wish-fulfilment for financially secure middle-aged blokes: abandon all ties, run away from home, live a simple life (in a cave at Siurana?). Perhaps this is what he has done.
A number of women interact with him obliquely. At one point I thought there might be an icky old-guy-cute-young-woman thing about to happen but fortunately Wenders has better taste. The only romantic interest hinted, more realistically, is a not much younger bar owner.
There is no resolution and you might think the whole thing is a two hour shaggy dog story. I really enjoyed it but I'm the kind of person who enjoys a Japanese-German art-house movie.
We watched this last night on Mubi and both loved it. Can’t add anything to Duncan’s accurate and erudite review other than the toilet tours are now available as a tourist tour attraction.
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« Last post by sxrxg on Yesterday at 10:26:51 pm »
I love reading this type of stuff as I find it amazing... The way I sleep is I get into bed decide now is the time to sleep and then am getting woken by my alarm. In between nothing usually unless I get disturbed by the kids and even then I might vaguely hear something is going on and then just go back to sleep. It is like I just lose 5-8 hours of my existence. I don't remember ever dreaming.
I have needed to shake the wife from sleep paralysis though (pretty obvious when it is occurring with the noises she makes), she says it helps as she feels trapped and likes to get out of the situation.
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« Last post by monkoffunk on Yesterday at 10:10:07 pm »
Incredible stories all round. It’s so bizarre how stereotyped the experiences seem to be and also how similar the stories are across generations. These ideas of ‘sleep demons’ or the ‘night hag’ are new to me and I had no idea that the term ‘night mare’ used to specifically refer to sleep paralysis. Amazing that stories with such similar imagery can be found dating back hundreds of years, yet re-occur in people who have never heard these stories before. These images also seem to occur in a similar way across different cultures. I wonder how much these sorts of experiences might have influenced myths or ghost stories. The idea you might just assume that a ghost really is trying to strangle you in your sleep and that image of the old lady in the black with the white lace are particularly chilling!
Personally I’ve never had the visual hallucinations, I’m aware of the presence, but I never see it. I don’t hear it either as far as I remember, I just know that it’s there and that whatever I do I can’t turn to see it. It doesn’t bother me, given that I was an adult the first time it happened, and knew about sleep paralysis, but certainly I don’t get any sense that the presence is benevolent. I can see how terrifying it would be to a child, or adult experiencing this without insight.
In answer to sdm’s question, my reading around seems to suggest that, yes, there is a genetic component to this, but also it’s probably a lot more common than I realised.
Also, that story about the shoes melted into the carpet is excellent.
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« Last post by rodma on Yesterday at 08:55:13 pm »
I used to have sleep paralysis as a child but at the age where everything you described was just labeled as nightmares. I only realised many years later because it stopped by maybe 10-12 years old. I would regularly wake in the night but be unable to move. If I was facing towards the wall I would often have the feeling someone was standing behind me, but couldn't turn to look.
Facing into the room was much more bizarre and specific. I had a large shelf system on the other side of the room (250*50cm or so) and I would wake in the night to see a woman lying on the shelf staring at me. She was always dressed in a black dress with white lace sections around the neck and sleeves. The odd thing was initially it really freaked me out but I remember at some point having the realisation that she just looked confused rather than scary. We would just stare at each other for a while and then I'd fall asleep again. Very odd.
Exactly this. When I was 8 or 9 years old I had the same thing, except I was always facing into the room, back against the wall. For a few weeks, every night without fail, there was an old woman hovering outside my bedroom window (we were first floor and at this time I had no curtains in my room). She was slightly translucent, shimmering slightly, speaking very softly and the words would get muffled down to silence with the peak of each beating of my heart. She always looked troubled. I'd end up absolutely screaming my head off once I'd fully awoken each night. My overriding memories of it are of my dad screaming and shaking me trying dragging me back into my bedroom, turning my head to face the window and trying to force me to open my eyes to prove they're was nothing there. I guess that's what several weeks of interrupted sleep does to a middle aged man. I eventually (just as MischaHY did) came to the conclusion this person meant me no harm. On occasion I've seen a very mild ghost story on TV that's set my the hair on the back of my neck on end because of the sound effect they've used, or the shimmering apparition, or combo of the two. These days I generally get absolutely wild dreams when I have a fever, which I look at as a wee silver lining, something to look forward to accompany the night sweats
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« Last post by sdm on Yesterday at 07:23:18 pm »
I also sometimes get hypnogogic jerks, usually in the form of a violent kick of one or both legs. Thankfully, they tend to be straight up into the air so they don't connect with anyone or anything.
I managed to tweak my hamstring once with a hypnogogic jerk.
I can also lucid dream, although I don't do it very often anymore.
When I was a student, I had a housemate who wanted to learn to lucid dream because he thought it would allow him to use his sleeping time for studying, giving him more free time when he was awake.
Hearing him regularly talking about the techniques that he used to trigger lucid dreams meant that I began to recognise them during my dreams.
The techniques he used:
- Keeping a dream log. Anytime he woke up, he would immediately jot down any details he could remember from the dream he just had. Often, he would find in the morning that he had made notes in his dream log, even though he couldn't remember waking up. I never kept a log.
- Learning to recognise the telltale signs that you are dreaming such as: lack of colour, electrical appliances that do not work, clocks without hands, geographical anomalies, seeing a long lost acquaintance, or seeing people out of their usual context
- Confirming that he was dreaming. His method for doing this was to reach into his pocket to pull out an ice cream. If he was dreaming, he would be successful. I never bothered with this step.
- Fighting the brain's natural instinct to force you to wake up once you have realised you are dreaming. My method for doing this was to grab hold of the nearest object and to squeeze onto it with all of my strength. I think the theory behind this was that the sense of touch is the last one to go after a dream ends. Things would go dark, and sounds would become more distant until I couldn't hear anything, but as long as I didn't let go, I could bring myself back into the dream.
Once I was more used to it, I didn't need to do the grabbing technique, my mind learned to accept that it was dreaming and that that was ok.
Once I had learned not to wake up, I could control my dreams and fly, or decide that there would be a beautiful beach on the other side of that closed door, or I could walk through walls (I discovered that my brain thinks the inside of walls are extremely cold). It was comforting to know that I could recognise a bad dream, and could then control the situation to turn it into something more pleasant.
I've heard some people use a technique where they deliberately induce sleep paralysis as a window into lucid dreaming. I have never been able to control anything during sleep paralysis, it always ends with me waking up. And I would never voluntarily go through sleep paralysis, it is not at all pleasant.
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Have you just looed at Robbie Philips' latest IG post. He references exactly that.
Haha 😂 no I haven’t… still sadly unoriginal of me I guess
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