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Creepy Unsolved Mysteries - From unsolved murders to unidentified people to unexplained supernatural events, what are some of the creepiest unsolved mysteries you've ever heard of?
Lets think about it this way, have you ever had those dreams where you fall from a high altitude and wake up just before hitting the ground? Its because you haven't actually experienced that, your mind has zero clue about dying if you dont have near death experiences.
That falling part is something your mind actually can know, for an example you might have seen somebody falling in a movie and experienced similiar feeling in some amusement park ride. Then your mind combines all these things into a weird dream.
Another funny thing is that your dreams can have people you have seen for 3 seconds decades ago, you dont remember any of those random people but here they are living rent free in your dreams. Its all some kind of combination of IRL stuff and media you have consoomed over the years.
I actually dream about flying a lot and it's awful. I can't go fast or high enough and I'm always frustrated and angry with myself for being so slow and having to constantly fight to stay in the air.
Yeah its highly personalized for everybody but usually there are similiarities from very common experiences everybody has at some point. By the way, what do you think about having control over your dreams? And what it takes to control them?
I actually dream about flying a lot and it's awful. I can't go fast or high enough and I'm always frustrated and angry with myself for being so slow and having to constantly fight to stay in the air.
Ze insemenatión was uhnsuccesfahl. Ah needèd to find a neu potayto to mash, but ze Canadien deep sztate is persecúting me
Edit: He should've gotten in touch with Riley and hoofed Mama JF onto him and Mint Salad. Riley could've been the Andrew Tate of retards but instead of The Matrix it's Eric July
I'm all for placebos, personally. If sugar pills or woo or prayer does what you need it too, then eat the sugar, hang the dream catcher and pray to whoever/whatever.
The placebo effect is an effect, and as a medfag I'm all for it too. There is too much about the human body and brain we can't understand for us to quibble with anything that comforts someone even a little.
this is the most retarded midwit take there is (with absolutely no real evidence to back it up). i'm convinced if you seriously believe this you aren't a conscious human. why does processing your memories result in your brain creating it's own version of reality
Don't know why you're sperging out like that when your previous post was all about the human brain being a complete mystery. When that's your position, there's no reason not to entertain any and all potential explanations for brain-related phenomena.
Just generally, I'm definitely inclined to believe that dreams are a product of our brain (re-)processing memories, actually lived experiences with all the related sensory inputs and emotions, and more abstract things like desires and fears. I believe this exactly because dreams are not just streams of incoherent nonsense or noise. Even when I'm dreaming a seemingly random/bizarre sequence of events, I can often see a strong connection to certain memories, or specific thoughts or feelings I had while awake.
There's a recurring nightmare I've had pretty much all throughout adulthood (don't recall having it as a kid). The specifics vary in terms of scenario, sequence of events, and people involved, but the basic concept is always the same: I'm in a situation where I'm surrounded by people; it can be a huge party, a packed train, busy office, or literally just my hometown with everyone hanging out in the streets. At one point, I get the sense that there's something wrong with one of the people there. When I investigate, I realize that this person is no longer themselves. They are someone or something that, for a lack of a better word, has consumed the original person, their thoughts, feelings, and personality, and is now basically skinwalking as them. When I try to inform other people of this, they initially don't believe me, but as I keep trying to convince them, I realize that everyone's being consumed one by one until it's only just me.
The scary thing is not that those skinwalkers pose any kind of danger to me, or even that I'm afraid of being "consumed" myself: it's this devastating feeling of being completely alone amidst a huge crowd, mixed with a feeling of deep despair as I know that those people are lost forever and will never be themselves again.
I have absolutely no idea what kind of fear this is expressing. I do not have abandonment issues, I generally don't worry about being left behind/left alone, and I also don't suffer from Main Character Syndrome or some kind of sociopathy where I think I'm the only real human bean, etc. However, whenever I have a nightmare like this, I wake up in a state of absolute terror, heavy breathing and all, and it takes a few minutes for me to reassure myself that it was indeed just a dream.
The gist:
- a truck driver is hauling a tank of sulphuric acid across Spain
- he's accompanied by his wife and 10-year-old son
- a crash happens, both parents are found dead at the site
- police inform relatives, who ask if at least the child is alright, to which the officials respond with "What child?"
- despite an extensive search effort, the boy is never found
- analysis of the on-board tracking devices reveal that immediately prior to the accident, the dad had displayed extremely strange driving behavior with frequent stops and random speed-ups
People speculated that the boy could have "dissolved" in the acid upon impact as the material had, of course, leaked when the vehicle crashed, but this only makes sense if you believe that sulphuric acid works like acid in a cartoon where a character will be instantly skeletonized or completely dissolved the second they come in contact with it. More realistically, the boy could have been taken from the truck by a third party prior to the accident, and the erratic driving was the dad's attempt to catch up with whoever took him. This might have had something to do with drug trafficking, as there were trace amounts of heroin found on parts of the truck, and it was not all that uncommon for truck drivers to do this sort of thing as a side hustle. A strange case either way.
Prazosin can be prescribed off-label for nightmares related to PTSD, just in case anyone reading this has that issue. It seems to work pretty specifically for PTSD-related nightmares, though, rather than generic bad dreams or night terrors. It gets in the way of the brain flying into full fight-or-flight.
It's technically a drug for high blood pressure, so if you have problems with hypotension, then's it's off the prazosin and back to nightmare-ville for you.
On topic: still no updates to the Asha Degree case after the search warrant was executed in September. Several locals have been named as suspects, but there haven't been any updates relating to what was seized in the search. Forensic analysis is a slow process anyway, and Hurricane Helene did affect that area (and North Carolina at large), so that might have slowed things down. That family has been through hell.
The Family murders of Adelaide, South Australia have been on my brain lately. If anyone is interested I'd suggest Debi Marshall's book Banquet [her Snowtown book is very good too].
If anything it shines a light on the seediest fucking subculture on earth and their elite shield.
TLDR:
Teenage boys and young men go missing around Adelaide in the 70's.
Alot of them have been drugged and sexually assaulted after being picked up someone with a couple of girls [troons] ready to party with a esky full of beer [laced with heavily prohibited prescription barbiturates].
They will sometimes wake up in a safe house that was used as a flop pad for alot of Adelaide's gay/troon scene.
They also show up on the side of the road with perforated rectums, botched autopsies, missing organs, legs stuffed into the organ cavities and sewed up haphazardly. Most dying from blaunt force trauma of the anus from a foreign object most probably a bottle.
Eventually the son of a local newsman goes missing and his body is found in the same state. Critical mass.
Bevan Von Einem is the only person on record to be held accountable for only one of the murders.
Key witnesses come out against the official narrative, they claim a series of PDFiles and troons known as the Family are responsible for the murders.
They orchestrated the abduction, the housing, drugging, sexual assault, the murder and dumping of the victims.
Most of the names associated with the family are still suppressed by the fucking South Australian state gov for some reason.
Some of the names inc barristers, a judge, doctors, someone dubbed 'the business man', famous drag queens and fag club owners. Donald dunstan the S.A premier was implicated by 6 degrees of degenerate behavior.
One of the few names with the suppression order lifted is Lewis Turtor who is now in Sydney and is a huge part of the lgbtpdf crowd and an organizer of the famous tape worm ritual known as Mardi gras.
He has admitted to being present to alot of these drugged up abductions [hes been quoted as 'picking up the slops'] and making sure they all got home safe after being gang raped and passed around by him and his merry bunch of stunning and brave normal friends....
Side character is Chief Pathologist Dr Manook who just clusterfucked everything he ever touched and totally wasnt on purpose to muddy the waters.
Whole thing makes me constantly sick but also not surprised, the world is run by literal demons.
I like to refer to it as disconnecting from my meat suit for a few hours. I think there's something more to it than just memory sorting. I've had some bizarre dreams and answers to questions. I saw my deceased mom in a dream. She was at a bar with all these people. Like one of those Cheers style bars. And it was a lucid dream. So I asked her to tell me the truth about our existence. And she said that there were different levels. As in there's different planes of existence that you have to pass through.
I also had a lucid dream where I was playing with a little boy at a park. We were on this huge merry-go-round. The kind that's a flat disk with handles and you spin it. And I asked if I could stay in the dream world forever. He told me I couldn't because it isn't real. So I ask "If it's not real then how are you here?". And he just tells me that I'm not ready to know the answer to that yet.
One other one that shook me to my core: Years ago I had a lucid dream where I was at the Jersey shore. I was a child in this dream. I see a childhood friend standing on the pier looking out into the ocean. He's a friend of mine who moved to Jersey when I was about 11 or 12. He tells me he has a letter for me and hands me a white piece of paper. I read it and it says "I'm sorry I died."
I wake up feeling really shaken and sad. I thought maybe it was a message from beyond and that friend died. But some time later I see his dad and he tells me that my friend recently got married. So I'm relieved and think it was just a dream. Then my sister tells me that she was talking to a guy that had come back to the neighborhood and he told her that somewhat recently another childhood friend had indeed died. He drowned.
And at that moment I felt like I had stepped into the Twilight Zone.
Take this stuff as you will. I think that dreams serve multiple functions. Some physical and psychological. But some are beyond our understanding of reality.
What about music in dreams? I'm not interested in the art of making music and yet sometimes I dream of songs I've never heard before. Isn't it weird that my mind is capable of creating new melodies and lyrics even tho I have no interest in it? What's the meaning of this?
No, the dreams I have of falling are very different from the dreams of flying. Falling dreams are fast and terrifying, and I wake up in profound terror. I don't remember any of the beginnings of my flying dreams, but each time the settings are different... the feeling they give me is always the same though: failure and inadequacy.
Prazosin can be prescribed off-label for nightmares related to PTSD, just in case anyone reading this has that issue. It seems to work pretty specifically for PTSD-related nightmares, though, rather than generic bad dreams or night terrors. It gets in the way of the brain flying into full fight-or-flight.
I'm one of the rare people who's just always had night terrors. My mother has told me that I "had them in the cradle". There are certain triggers that make me having them more likely, but some times I get them for no other reason than fuck you. I did have one psych prescribe me with Abilify as an experiment, but it made no difference to the terrors and ultimately, the only effect it had on me was the bitch of withdrawal I went through when I stopped taking it.
What about music in dreams? I'm not interested in the art of making music and yet sometimes I dream of songs I've never heard before. Isn't it weird that my mind is capable of creating new melodies and lyrics even tho I have no interest in it? What's the meaning of this?
I like MothMan and the Jersey Devil.
But I truly believe these 2 are excellent insights into mass hysteria and the incoherence of personal/group narratives.
The rest of cryptids fall into 'local cash grabs', 'amusing home-town memes', and failed attempts at becoming famous.
L8 but Joe Nickell (he of the coke-bottle glasses & 'no fun allowed ever' skeptic attitude) wrote a very interesting article on the Jersey Devil--an insult to a local preacher turned by degrees into a folk tale of a creature appearing ahead of impending national disasters. Highly recommend.
What about music in dreams? I'm not interested in the art of making music and yet sometimes I dream of songs I've never heard before. Isn't it weird that my mind is capable of creating new melodies and lyrics even tho I have no interest in it? What's the meaning of this?
I've created beautiful songs and awesome rock ballads. And in the hour after waking - I was convinced I could produce and make a million.
2 hours later I was like 'meh'.
3 hours later "What the fuck was I thinking?!?"
My profession and skillsets have been 180 degrees away from music. I am almost completely talentless.
But in my dreams....
What about music in dreams? I'm not interested in the art of making music and yet sometimes I dream of songs I've never heard before. Isn't it weird that my mind is capable of creating new melodies and lyrics even tho I have no interest in it? What's the meaning of this?
Coming up with music in your dreams that is better than anything you can replicate in real life is something that happens to a lot of people.
Tartini didn’t even come close:
