Ok, I know there's been plenty of discussion on the additional sleep and weird dreams that people get after taking ZMA, but does anyone actually *remember* any?
Last night, I dreamed that for some reason or other, my knees had given out and required something to hold them together; the next portion of the dream that I remember, there were nails in my knees (typical hardware-store nails, maybe sticking out 1/2") to do this task. I remember in parts of my dreams talking to my family, and them asking about the nails and if they hurt (if they hurt in a dream, in retrospect, I might be experiencing some Hellraiser/Nightmare on Elm Stree dreaming).
The next part of the dream, for whatever reason, there were now nails in my pupils, also sticking out a bit
Anyone else have any interesting portions of ZMA dreams (or regular ones, I suppose) that they'd like to share?
I dreamed the other night that I was talking to my wife on the phone while I was out of town and my cat started screaming in the background and my wife said "oh...." then yelled at her son "get that cat out of here, its getting blood all over the carpet."
John Laraquette, my father, is leaving us. I look at him, very seriously, and say, "Sir, at any point over the next five to ten years... any time... if you feel like one of those boxes of pasta (containing some kind of sentimental value) is getting... stale, then feel free to drop one off here. Good bye sir." And we shook hands. I went to the stairwell and started to cry because he was leaving us...
*flash to*
In the back yard of my parents' old house, there is a stand-up comedy routine going on. The comedian? The large Russian fellow at my gym, who barely speaks English. Suddenly he's playing piano and speaking great English with a loud, meledious laugh. I'm telling my cousin (who is skeptical) about how great the guy is, what a nice guy. But my cousin wants to go ahead and move the large beams of wood... but I want to see the stand-up...
John Laraquette, my father, is leaving us. I look at him, very seriously, and say, "Sir, at any point over the next five to ten years... any time... if you feel like one of those boxes of pasta (containing some kind of sentimental value) is getting... stale, then feel free to drop one off here. Good bye sir." And we shook hands. I went to the stairwell and started to cry because he was leaving us...
*flash to*
In the back yard of my parents' old house, there is a stand-up comedy routine going on. The comedian? The large Russian fellow at my gym, who barely speaks English. Suddenly he's playing piano and speaking great English with a loud, meledious laugh. I'm telling my cousin (who is skeptical) about how great the guy is, what a nice guy. But my cousin wants to go ahead and move the large beams of wood... but I want to see the stand-up...
Now that is just fucked up.
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John Laraquette, my father, is leaving us. I look at him, very seriously, and say, "Sir, at any point over the next five to ten years... any time... if you feel like one of those boxes of pasta (containing some kind of sentimental value) is getting... stale, then feel free to drop one off here. Good bye sir." And we shook hands. I went to the stairwell and started to cry because he was leaving us...
*flash to*
In the back yard of my parents' old house, there is a stand-up comedy routine going on. The comedian? The large Russian fellow at my gym, who barely speaks English. Suddenly he's playing piano and speaking great English with a loud, meledious laugh. I'm telling my cousin (who is skeptical) about how great the guy is, what a nice guy. But my cousin wants to go ahead and move the large beams of wood... but I want to see the stand-up...
That has nothing to do with ZMA. :p
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I had a doozy last night. I was writing a book called the Mount of County Misto -- get your mind out of the gutter. It was for my kids and it was about a horse although it followed the story line of the Count of Monty Christo book. I wish I could remember more of it, I woke up laughing.
And Paradigm -- that's just plain freaky. Stop taking ZMA...
And Paradigm -- that's just plain freaky. Stop taking ZMA...
Yeah, I have no idea what prompted it, since I don't have any knee problems, and in fact really hate needles, so the fact that I was calm looking at nails sticking out of my knee in my dreams is odd (well, any my eyes). I woke up feeling refreshed and well-rested, though
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are you sure these are related to zma and not your general messed up minds?
No :p
In general, when I don't take ZMA, I don't have these extremely vivid dreams; I can generally tell my ZMA dreams apart from normal ones, especially as I don't take ZMA daily.
zma dreams are awesome. I just can't remember them.
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I don't know. Still doesn't beat my nicotine dream. I had another a couple days ago:
I was in Ireland and saw some kid getting piled on by some punks, so I yanked them off, throwing them behind me. I saw the kid has a decent physique, but no strength (found by arm wrestling), so I set him up with a lifting and MMA regimen so he wouldn't be someone's biatch. The funny part, I'm not that strong or in anyway a fighter.
Hah, I don't think I have ever put two and two together and linked zma to my more vivid dreams.
Last night I was taking a shower in a changing room at a department store so that I could try on some clothes. I just remember how good the hot water felt and how odd it was that I could see people walking around in the store.
Later when I finished I was sitting on a bench by the shower (which was now a tub that was full of water) getting dressed again and I saw my grandfather from my dads side (he has been dead 6 or 7 years now) and my grandfather from my mom's side (he is pretty sick and almost non functional right now). They both stopped to talk to me. We had a general discussion about how they were feeling better, how the farm was doing, etc. Then I noticed the tub was full of water, I pulled the plug to drain it and woke up.
I wonder what it is about the zma. I wonder if you actually do dream more, or just remember them better.
Well, last night I again had some very vivid dreams (and I took ZMA), but they were of a...sexier....variety, which is certainly much more enjoyable than realizing you have nails sticking out of your knee
are you sure these are related to zma and not your general messed up minds?
I'd be afraid to take ZMA. I've always had very active and vivid dreams without any additional help. I'll often sleep walk when I'm really stressed as well. Many years ago when I was living in Madrid, I got up in the middle of the night and made my way out the door to the apartment. I woke up just in the nick of time to stop the door from closing and locking me out in just my undies... That would have been fun trying to explain to a tired building manager, in my very broken Spanish, what happened.
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