A random memoir of a dream or two

[Drip Curl Magic]

well, last night.... I can't really remember what I dreamt about, but the word "campfire" comes to mind. I dunno. Does anyone have any tips for helping me remember my dreams? I've heard that you can train yourself to remember them with more vividness. I desperately need that.... because on most nights, I just remember darkness. which is so upsetting.

 

I need more vivid dream recall.

 

I also need lucidity.

 

time to google...

[Drip Curl Magic]

So, I did some research online last night on lucid dreams. And apparently the first step to lucidity is familiarizing yourself with your dreams. So, i started keeping a dream journal.

 

This morning, I wrote my first entry:

 

The first thing I remember being in a crowded arcade. The room was big and bright. There were tons of kids running around everywhere. I didn't like the atmosphere, so I decided to leave out the back door. That lead me to a maze of weird and dark hallways that were all painted blue. Every once in a while I'd see other confused teenagers pass by me. I remembered some of them from middle school and highschool. All of a sudden, I ended up in another arcade that was almost identical to the one I had just left- except it was empty and the lights weren't as bright and All the games looked out of date. I started exploring the room, and as I did so, about 15 teenagers that I'd seen in the hallways all walked in at once. They all walked up to me like they knew me. One of them said, "Ahh, so you found the lonely arcade, huh?". Then a kid named Nik that I remember from middle/highschool said, "Yeah, they shut this **** down a long time ago." Then they all proceeded to play the video games. Last thing I remember about this segment of the dream, was that the room was giving me eerie vibes.

 

And the next thing I know...

 

Me, my mother, and my grandmother were standing in some weird barbor/coffee shop. I vaguely remember getting a haircut. Then all three of us sat down in the corner after ordering some coffee. Then we stepped outside for a moment to greet my stepfather, who was drenched in sweat from riding his bike all the way to the barbor shop. So, he took off his shirt and wet his hair with water. I can't remember where the water came from, though. Before he was done grooming himself, my mother, grandmother, and I, went back inside and took a seat on the bench on the far wall next to the counter. Shortly afterwards, my father walked in, shirtless. I remember thinking "is that allowed?". Then, he promptly walked up to the front counter and picked up a menu thing from the front counter. he tried to get the girl working's attention because he was perplexed by something on the menu. The girl had orange hair. She was distracted by something else. And as my step-father started to say something to the extent of "what the hell is..." my mother yelled one word at my father. I can't remember what the word was, but it ended my step-father's confusion. After my mother did so, the young woman up front gave my mother a dirty look. Then did the same to my step-father.

 

And from there, I ended up....

 

In a feild with about 6 mexican guys. We were standing next to a tree... and about 20 yards away, there was a huge group of trees. It looked like farmland. And for whatever reason, me and these 6 mexicans were playing a really weird game. We had about 4 torn pieces of poster board, each one with a picture of someone's face on it. They were annonymous faces of people I had never seen before... but one of the faces was really ugly looking. We were throwing the poster board at eachother like frisbees. And everytime someone caught the poster with an ugly face on it, everyone would laugh at the person who caught it. It was a silly game with no point... but we were having fun. At some point during the game, one of the mexicans climbed into the tree we were standing next to. Then the fattest mexican(who seemed to be the leader) of the group stops for a second... looks down at his feet... Picks up a stick that he had stepped on... and says "There are psychadelic mushrooms in this ****!" Then the mexican that had climbed into the tree, mentions something about how there had been a ______ grooming the trees earlier that day. I remember thinking "Hell yeah, I'm gonna ****ing trip!"

 

And all of a sudden, I'm in front of a computer screen.... reading this:

 

"SCREENNAME: Karren and _____ both sucked the tip of a pink cap for a couple seconds

SCREENNAME: And they tripped for 16 hours

SCREENNAME: Needless to say, the chemical turned them both into vicious beasts"

 

then I woke up... and wrote it all down.

[InfiniteNow]

Just remember DCM, when you are writing stuff in the journal, try to avoid limiting what the dream means too much, but include all reactions like emotions and scents too. Not just "the bus was on the right, and the purple flower on the ground..." kinda stuff.

 

Be as open and objective as you can, that way, when you go back and read it, it might open your eyes to something about which you were previously unaware.

 

I found that I write too slowly and I would forget half of what I wanted to write anyway. If you struggle with that at all, you might try an audio recorder and then train yourself to actually write it down on paper within the hour. This will train your mind to remember more, and the more you write the more you'll remember.

 

 

Also, if anyone is trying to practice lucid dreaming, why not pretend that you are dreaming while awake? So, you're sitting there, and you just use your imagination to pretend you are in a dream and that you are controlling it. Sooner or later, this will happen while you're asleep too. Just food for thought....

[InfiniteNow]

Oh... you might also try to note in your journal what was happening immediately before you fell asleep the night before. That has a huge impact on understanding (at least some of) the symbolism.

 

 

Enjoy!! :hihi:

[Drip Curl Magic]

Honestly, I couldn't remember those vivid little details. I'm surprised that I was able to remember that much of my dream. I usually don't remember any of my dreams.

 

Compared to what is normal to me, this entry was 2935610 times more specific than usual. Trust me, this is all I could remember. I jotted down every little feeling and thought that i had. This is already a HUGE improvement. It'll get more vivid, with time.

[InfiniteNow]

Compared to what is normal to me, this entry was 2935610 times more specific than usual. Trust me, this is all I could remember. I jotted down every little feeling and thought that i had. This is already a HUGE improvement. It'll get more vivid, with time.

Indeed. Thing is, the longer it's been since the dream actually occurred, the more we tend to "fill in the gaps" and it's more a representation of where we are mentally now than it is of the dream itself.

 

Anyway, it rocks that you're trying. :hihi:

[Drip Curl Magic]

Indeed. Thing is, the longer it's been since the dream actually occurred, the more we tend to "fill in the gaps" and it's more a representation of where we are mentally now than it is of the dream itself.

 

Everything I typed up on here was a copy of what I wrote in the notebook I left beside my bed. First thing I did this morning was write that. And it had amazing results. At first, all I could remember was the computer part. But as I reflected and followed my dream backwards, I kept on remembering more and more. I can't wait to do it again tomorrow morning.:hihi:

[Loricybin]

so, i have a kitty in my room that sleeps with me now, and every morning, she wakes me up by walking on my and licking me,

 

consequently, i keep having my dreams end with gorillas, dogs, and spirits trying to get my attention, and then they materialize as my kitty.

:cup:

[Pyrotex]

Went home early from work, feeling ill. Went to bed at 2:15 or so, slept like a rock. I remember dreaming I was in a town out of some cowboy movie. I drifted over the town, watching people. I saw the town hotel from a balconey across the street. I was holding the town newspaper, flipping pages. I saw a letter in the paper--I could not read the words, but I heard a gruff male voice reading the letter:

 

"Ah sincerely hope that there are other distinguished readers of this paper who can vouchsafe that ah am not a malicious person, or one given to careless acts of cruelty. But ah do want to go on the record as demanding that at five o'clock today, one Nelson Thompson [me], currently residing at the Village Hotel, be summarily forced to wake up and leave the boundaries of our fair town so that..."

 

At that instant, I woke up, completely awake and alert. I reached for the small digital clock by the bed and turned it around. It read 5:00.

 

How weird is that? :Waldo: :Waldo: :confused:

[Loricybin]

 

 

moooooooooo

 

okay, i'm a little inebriated

[Queso]

i always wake up with my hand on my genitals.

Meaning my penis and my testicals.

Cupping, usually.

For comfort, mostly.

[Tarantism]

i had what must have been a lucid dream a few nights ago...only for a second. i realized that i was dreaming and then i was in a hall. what was in the hall is unimpotant, only that i remember realizing that i was dreaming and that it was in first person...maybe it is jus tme but havent ever had a first person dream, they are always third-person. anyway, almost immidietly i faded out of it, i could feel myself falling out of subconsious, and into consciousnes. i woke up around one, (some 4 hours after going to sleep).

 

thats it. goodbye!

[Drip Curl Magic]

I had a dream a couple nights ago.

 

Orby, Bpj g 2FAT, and I had discovered a cave that went deep into the earth.

I remember being the last in line as we were walking deep into this weird series of tunnels. I would stop every once in a while to gaze at weird objects that had obviously been left behind by humans years ago.

 

I got creeped out a few times when I'd stop and realize that I was losing the group.

 

Eventually Mr. sycli lead us to a strange room that seemed to be half naturally formed tunnel and half human structured building.

 

There was a door off to our right. Orby and Bpj stepped through it... as I was still tripping over the crazy structure of this room.

 

Eventually I snapped out of it and wanted to go catch up with the other two.

 

Right as I started heading over to the door, orby steps back through the door. I ask "where is andrew?".

 

he simply shakes his head and walks past me.

 

I get curious and decide to go investigate.

 

As soon as I walk in, I notice that I am in someone's house- specifically, someone's kitchen.

 

In the middle of the kitchen, there is an island counter-top with a stove. Bpj was just lighting up the stove as he was placing slices of raw bacon on the skillet.

 

I glance around the kitchen and see a picture of an old couple hanging on the wall.

 

I ask bpj, "isn't this someone else's house?"

 

he looks at me kind of puzzled as to why i would ask such a question and replys with "uhhh... there was no one in here when I got here."

 

So, I shrug and go back through the door to try and locate jason again.

 

as I was backtracking through the tunnel- I found more half natural half natural tunnel formation-half man-made structure rooms.

 

I stumble across a living room, and a dining room... and a couple bedrooms.

 

I looked for jason in each of these rooms... but there was no sign of him or anyone else around.... I ended up finding a pretty hefty CD collection in one of the bedrooms, so I started to rumage through it... to see if there was anything good that I might want to "borrow" :hihi:

 

As I am doing so, out of the corner of my eye, i see a closet door open... and a kid around my age walks out of it... and as far as I could tell, he didn't notice me... so I quickly darted out of the room.

 

As soon as I stepped into the hallway of this half-tunnel half house area, I ran into two other kids around my age- one male, one female.

 

They asked me "is _______ home?"

 

I said "uhhh.... yeah, I think he's back in his room" and I point them in the direction of the room I just came out of.

 

"thanks" says the girl.

 

I start walking as fast as I can towards the nearest escape.

 

I only get the chance to take about 20 steps before I hear a third voice walking down the hall muttering "did you guys just see some guy walk through here?"

 

I panic and decide that there is no place to hide... so I turn around and wait for him to walk up to me...

 

I say "Hey, man, I'm sean.... I accidentally stumbled upon your house while I was exploring these caves...."

 

he laughs and says forgivingly "c'mon, I'll show you around"

 

he leads us into a room made up of mud ceilings and floors, and concrete walls. I look up at the mud on the ceiling.. and I see a huge puddle of water waving and drooping. Almost like the wax in a lava lamp- except it was stuck to the ceiling. I remember thinking- "well, that's strange"

 

Then i woke up.:)

[Queso]

My energy body detects Others,

 

others like me who when they rest

the constantly count,

Music is all thought

and we dream mostly auditorily.

 

I don't know if we all played music,

or I was making all of this up

but the jazz was beautiful

And I don't remember If i was involved, or just listening at the time,

But this guy was playing this small thing that looked like an organic Apple subwoofer,

but it was some sort of percussion ball

that produced BEAUTIFULLY RICH bass guitar tones when he played it.

 

He was playing stand up bass with his mind,

we were all mind.

He was keeping the rhythm with his hands, on the organic percussion wobbly ball,

but...THINKING about what the bass line should be.

 

I picked it up, because I was the one playing it

and it vibrated through me

and i felt Ecstacy.

The same ecstacy I feel when it's just me and my guitar.

 

It was the coolest feeling/sounding thing I've ever heard.

 

Unrestricted by physics, I can do things like this.

and I did.

And it was amazing.

 

That instrument I played, some beautiful pianist accompanied me,

our fields grew larger

our auras more intense

when the rest of last nights band showed up

and even though we were all asleep

we were so alive.

 

I live for things like that.

[Loricybin]

it was pure beauty . . .

 

 

 

my girlfriend becca was sent to a boarding school february '05,

and she's expected back sometime next month.

 

i experimented with dream inducers last night, about 5 hours before i went to bed. this is the product of my sleeping experience.

 

my dream was absolutely real. I MEAN, I WAS IN IT. THE WHOLE TIME. I NEVER ONCE QUESTIONED THAT IT WAS A REALITY, until it was over of course . . .

 

. . . so i'm passing by becca's house, as usual . . .

i don't know why, i just like to pass by it at night and think about what would happen if she WERE in there.

 

but it's about dusk, this time, and it's been sort of raining all day, but it's not right now.

 

i'm about to pass right by it when her mother's jeep passes by me on the other side of the road.

 

and there's somebody small in the passenger seat, a little slightly darker face with messy black hair.

 

could this be it?

 

 

nooooo. . . no way. . .

 

i get on the sidewalk and pass next to the parked car and stop with my jaw dropped.

she's inside the car, looking back at me, her jaw is dropped too.

 

we both sit in place for a second and stare wildly at eachother's face.

i throw my bike on the ground and she throws the door open and we grab eachother and just hug. for minutes. literally.

 

AMAZINGLY

WHOLENESS

HAPPINNESS

 

nothing i can say at this point will come within a fraction of just how wonderful this feeling was.

absolutely NOTHING can beat this feeling.

NEVER

 

MAGNETISM.

absolute irrisistable attraction.

 

 

we're both tearing up and we're both making funny little people noises that you only hear when people have no control over a physical situation.

i look into her eyes, looking into mine for a handful of seconds, and we lean in and we kiss.

an AMAZING kiss, a kiss that almost drops me to my knees it's so ****ing powerful.

 

a few minutes later we're walking down hamilton ave. (the street that we both live off of), only hamilton is running south to north, instead of east to west. i don't know the specifics of what we're talking about, but at one point i ask

"so, what was it like there? what did they make you do all day?"

 

after a moment of hesitation she just says "i'd really rather not think about that place right now."

 

i say "okay" like i had expected that answer to begin with

 

so we end up walking so far and talking so long that we are in downtown san fransisco, and there are cable cars all around us. we can't afford to get on any of them to get back home.

 

a cable car conductor has his car on a spinning turntable, and he says

"when i start this thing up, whatever path it throws us on, that's the one we're taking. . . "

 

we decide we need to get home quickly, so we take the "short way", which is south, through the woods.

 

so we're passing by huge trees on a dirt path, and sucking honey out of strange tubular candy that i've seen before in starbucks, who knows where they came from. . . i didn't think about it at the time

 

we decide to go into the public bathroom at the park in the middle of the forest, and there are lots of people. these people are kids from my school that knew me, but only enough to know my name and bits of my personality. . .

 

so we both go into one stall, but for some reason the stall walls are just below my chest level, her head level, and we can both see over the top of them. girls and boys are constanty coming in and seeig us both in the same stall and they get very irritated.

 

we start making out inside the semi-privacy of the stall, and more and more people come in, see it, say something rude, and walk away.

 

-"what the hell are they DOING in there?"

 

-"oh my GOD, eww"

 

 

 

"**** them," i say, "they're just jealous"

"oh my god, i've missed you SO much" she says in a voice like she'd been holding back tears for 24 consecutive hours.

 

i'm finally here, and i'm finally complete and it doesn't get better than this moment in the stall with her. absolute harmony throughout my entire brain.

 

absolute peace, and absolute beauty. . .

 

 

 

cut to us walking down the path, and i've got my insinde pockets filled to the brim with candy and crap, and it all falls out. at this point my bike has appeared, and i'm just coasting on it,m at about walking speed, next to becca.

 

"oh, ****, hold on, i need to pick this up," i tell her

 

"well, i have to keep walking. . .

i have to hurry back home, or i'm gonna be sent away even longer. . . "

 

okay, i'm trying to hurry up and put all these things in my pocket, and she is walking up ahead. at this point i have my bike on the ground.

i'm grabbing at things and shoving them in my pocket faster than i've ever done before, but it keeps spilling out, and i can't maintain.

 

becca dissappears around a bend.

i'm frantic.

i can't catch up, but i HAVE to keep throwing these things in my pocket!

i can't do it.

HURRY LOREN

gotta be faster!

HURRY UP LOREN!!!

she's further and further out of sight and i can't keep up with the flow of useless junk i have to keep shoving into my pockets

 

 

finally i give up

 

i throw my **** at the path, and i grab my bike, and right it, and jump on it all in one move and i'm riding so fast so suddenly that my vision becomes a huge blur of streaking colors flying past my head.

 

i get out to hamilton, look both ways, WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!?

 

SHE'S GONE!

 

NO, I'LL FIND HER, , ,

 

i ride all the way to her house, and i haven't seen her.

i ride all the way to san fransisco in a matter of seconds, and she isn't anywhere on the path.

 

she's gone. she's dissapeared.

i'm so mad i fling my bike full speed at a parked car.

it's her dad's car, a black saturn that i've passed hundreds of times.

i'm in front of her house.

 

when the bike makes contact with the car, i realise something i've never realised before. . .

 

it has an alarm.

the alarm is steady, and it is only honking.

 

HOOOONK . . .

 

HOOOONK . . .

 

HOOOONK . . .

 

i suddenly manifest the feeling of warmth in my consciousness,

 

HOOOONK . . .

 

HOOOONK . . .

 

and then the feeling of a pillow against my face, and blankets around my body, on a bed. and the alarm is still going

HOOOONK , , ,

HOnk. it dies.

 

i get up and rush to the computer to write this all down and e-mail it to myself. . .

 

 

 

 

this was the most intense dream i've ever had in my entire life, because for a few hours i was with her again. i've wanted that feeling worse than any hunger i've ever felt, and i've wanted it for over a year now, and i finally got it. and while it happened, i was convinced it was real.

[Jay-qu]

I am seriously struggling to remember a dream that I have had lately..

[Queso]

I dream crazy next to lovers, that's a moony fact.