dream lucidly

The more I write down, the more weird and complex my dreams become, and the more twists and turns I can remember!

Although they are getting very strange.

The night before last I was a foster mother and I had a bowl of fish. A big fish was chasing around a little fish, trying to eat it, so I reached in and grabbed the little fish. It turned into a little boy who drank whiskey from a bottle and wanted me to make him a recipe called “Harvey Mudd Chicken,” so I adopted him. And a few nights before that I dreamt I was pregnant, and woke up just as I was giving birth, alone in a parking lot while it was raining.

So, very bizarre, but I’m remembering!

Still don’t know if I dream in color. I’ll try to remember a color next time.

And the consensus seems to be that the first step is recording your dreams, so that’s how I’m starting. I might do it here or just in my journal. Apparently they also become more vivid that way – as of now they’re all pretty hazy.