So each night I meditated on fear, dark themes, and tried to generally give myself anxiety as I passed into sleep. Within one week, I had, literally, the scariest fucking dream I have ever had in my entire life. Not to go into the whole thing, but it ended with me running up some stairs in the dark and tripping, with my face landing on the top step pressed against a plastic bag that was lying there, still warm with the severed head of my best friend. I screamed in abject horror over and over again, my cheek pressed against the warm cheek of the head of the corpse, and the scream transitioned both my dream and waking state, as I woke up screaming madly. I was sweating and panting profusely. Yeah, didn't try that again. Mission accomplished though, I guess. File that one under 'be careful what you wish for'.
- Have you ever tried the converse? Meditating on positive themes?
That's the only kind of mediation I do. Mostly I just conk out at the end of the day. I used to do a lot of thinking and meditating in bed when I lived alone, but now I'm with my gf, and I find I can't think in bed any longer (kind of a bummer since I used to get some of my best thinking done in bed). We are either interacting, or if she passes out, I'm not far behind. We do eat the most amazing ice cream in bed though, while listening to the best music. We just bought 4 quarts of Oberweiss Ice Cream. We couldn't decide on two, so we got three, and they told us at the counter it was buy 3 get 1 free. Yeah. I felt positively Roman.