remember and write down my dreams

I dream almost 3 times a year that me and Bonnie will get married, I have no doubt in my mind that we are soul mates, I have everything I need except for her, I will make her the happiest women ever and give in to her pleasures as she wants them.

Recording dreams? I’ve done that. Looking back on a dream you’ve had a while ago will be somewhat freaky. Once you begin to pay more attention to the details in dreams, it becomes tempting to write out all the elaborate details of what you dreamed the night before. At my peak of my dream-recording, I’d consistently write a few pages every morning about what I’d dreamed the night before. It’s good to set limits.

Although its been a long time since I made an entry, becoming more in touch with my dreams had a few benefits. Like saucybetty says, it can help you become more aware of your subconscious, or unseen thoughts. It can also make you more aware of what you’re thinking during the day. Lastly, many of the dreams were entertaining and left me feeling good in the morning.

If I could offer two tips, they would be to note your dreams as early as possible, and acknowledge that they come from you. Waking up, it sometime seems like you’ll be able to remember a dream for years to come. They might seem so memorable as to not even need recording. However, its very important to write down notes as soon as possible to prevent their fading. One hour after waking seems to be a time limit for remembering details. Secondly, there were times I’d read what was written on the page, and be surprised that it came from me. its good to remember throughout this entire process that all the dreams are coming from you. there is no ISP connection to download dreams. They all came from you, and sometimes its hard to believe.

I write before I do anything I get onto to Blogger.com. At first it was a journal of everyday and now it’s mostly dreams. Really crazy ones that just don’t make any sence. I guess i’m eatting too soon before dinner time.

I had a dream last night that the guy I like buzzed his hair and had long 70s sideburns… we were in a group and I didn’t see him come in but all the sudden he was down the row from me, so I waved, and a minute later he got up and came and sat by me. It was a good dream, in spite of the weird haircut….

it should be kinda easy, even though i never have the time and, i never remember them..help!

Sometimes, it’s not worth it. Once, though, I wrote a(n extremely soppy) story from the dream I’d had:

Together they stood at the train station, looking at the timetable. They had no destination in mind: they had merely had nothing to do, so he had taken her by the hand and lead her there, giving her no answer other than a simple smile as they walked.

“So where are we going?” she asked, feigning impatience.

His answer was to put his left arm around her shoulders, covering her eyes with his hand as he took her right hand in his and placed it on the timetable.

“You choose. Where ever your hand stops, we’ll go”.

He felt her eyes roll under his left hand as her right hand left his to give a theatrical flourish before resting again on the timetable. He took his hand from her eyes so she could see their destination.

“And what exactly will we do there for a whole day?”

He kissed her on the cheek. “Be together”.

She raised an eyebrow, but smiled. He shrugged: “After all, you’ll be with me, so every moment will be fascinating. I’m the one who’ll be bored to tears”.

“Hah!” she exclaimed, pushing him away and turning her back to him. He put his arms around her, beneath her folded arms.

“You know you love me really. And I’m starting to not completely dislike you.”

She turned and hit him on the arm, but couldn’t break his grip. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she turned away. Eventually she gave up her struggle and let him kiss her. As she did, he pushed her gently away.

“Are you trying to make me miss the train?”

He lead her to the platform before she could protest. Before too long, and before she tired of his teasing, the train arrived. He took her hand as she boarded, and followed her on. She took a window seat, and couldn’t suppress a frown as he sat opposite her instead of taking the seat by her side. He simply stared into her eyes and smiled. He had spent too long afraid to meet her gaze, afraid she might see in his eyes the thoughts he had about her. She read his smile, and smiled back.

They took little notice of the many small towns the train took in as it meandered towards their destination, punctuating their smalltalk with kisses, or simply enjoying the look in each other’s eyes. He laughed softly when she squeezed his hand at the unexpected jolt in the otherwise smooth journey, reassured her with a stroke of his thumb on her hand as a hint of red appeared about her cheek. She laughed at her silliness when they hit a second jolt; a laugh that quickly became a scream.

From his landing place against the window, he reached across to her; though her skin was as white as snow, something about the way she looked alarmed him. He turned her face to his and saw the shard of glass.

As the world came back into focus, he wondered how the simple speech he had practised again and again could be more terrifying than the dreams.

Dream journal’s been going 4 days now. So far I’ve remembered one dream every night, though they’ve been pretty short/hard to remember. In last night’s, my friends Jon & Daryl & me were at a huge indoor convention; guest speakers were talking about the AIDS epidemic or something. Then everyone stands up so we think it’s over, but then everyone starts singing the Star Spangled Banner. But gradually they begin to lose interest or something, because people just start quitting in the middle of the song and turning to leave. By the end of the song I’m the only one still singing and even I’m walking toward the door with Jon & Daryl.

The night before that, I hardly even remember having that dream or writing that entry… here’s what I wrote:

gossip lessons from/about Joyce
firefighter tryouts/basketball team vs. others
scrawny superstrong guy
Dana’s potluck w/ mock broccoli

If anyone has a clue wtf I meant by “gossip lessons” or “mock broccoli,” let me know, ‘cause I sure don’t.

Writing down my dreams definitely helped me come to grips with what my subconcious was trying to tell me. In fact, my buddy and I have a dream blog right now where we journal our dreams. I would recommend it to anyone. The more you write down, the more you can remember.

last night i dreamt that i brought a whole bunch of people from a party over to the house of the people i nanny for, and we drank cocktails and cooked things in their kitchen. the family is actually at this moment and out of time, and last night i really was at a party mere blocks from their house. in the dream, we were cooking bacon and trying to decide if we should borrow their car to drive people home. the dream ended with me frantically trying to clean up and hide bacon grease while the family opened the garage door and came upstairs. i think that this is mostly indicative of me needing a new and better job very very badly.