keep a dream journal

Last night, i dreamt my mother took me to a club but i couldn’t get in because i left my ID at home. so i brought a blanket and i ended up leaving my blanket, and coming back for it the next day. i went shopping with my parents the next day, where i really liked this pink stationary, then went home. At home some people from my highschool were there, we decided to have a scavenger hunt and it was around 3 to four people in a car, three cars to a team, and i ended up being the driver. My team was in the lead. then we found ourselves at traintracks, and this guy was there. He started talking to us and his face began to go all weird and his eyes began to change until he became a werewolf. We started to run away along the tracks…

In my dream I remember swiming underwater and seeing a teddybear caught in a piece of pink coral. Then for some reason, my cousins were living with us and i had to get ready for school. i got to school by becoming a mermaid and swimming in tunnels which led me and some other girls to school….

Small issue with this.
I can’t remember any of my dreams.
This might be a little difficult huh.

I dream a lot. I also lucid dream a lot, so I never really thought to bother recording my dreams. However, lately I’ve had a lot of reoccurring symbols and last night, I had a dream in which a concrete date was presented to me…granted, it was presented as being next year, when in reality next year is not 2013, but it struck me as very interesting, so I have decided to record it, and hopefully get into the habit of recording my dreams.

In this dream, I only remember snippets: hitching a ride in a cargo car on a train with my husband and some children, wedging ourselves behind boxes to avoid being sighted during inspections, finally being caught by the mountain-man driver (because the train turned into a truck). He took us in to his cab/cabin (it expanded in my mind), gave us food and I gave him some kind of plant from my bag (onion? cucumber?). There were squirrel bones, a black old pipe stove, and snow outside. It was exhilarating and bizarre.

since I last dreamed anything substantial enough to write down. Here is one from about a week ago.

This dream was so casual and natural-feeling that it took several days to shake the impression that it really happened. It was a sleepover with my best friend (who happens to live thousands of miles away). We built forts from sheets while it rained, with columns of books. She made coffee in the machine I never use. Although it was her first visit, it felt like she’d been here all along.

I had two dreams last week that were so vivid they had remained with me..and I also had a dream last night. I had the coffee prepared this morning so that all I had to do was hit the button and it would start making..I sat down at my computer so I wouldn’t lose track of last nights dream, sure enough as I began thinking out the details more came back to me. I was able to enjoy my cup of coffee while I did this..I also added the two other dreams. I was able to connect some of the current events that are going on..some of the things that have happened during the day, etc with what I have dreamed..and also some old business that seems to resurface. I dont believe dreams are prophetic but I do think they can tell us things that are unsettled, unfinished or just help us work things out. I dream about old, old issues growing up with my sister-things that are 40 years ago and should be long resolved, so I still feel some hurt or resentment after all this time-sibling rivalry must die hard!

I dreamt of many things, but he most of all stands out, radiant and handsome and strong, stronger than I ever got to see him in the brief fourteen years we shared on this earth. His smile, the smile that sparked fireworks in his eyes, oh how could I forget that smile?

He visits me through dreams about once a year, and it always steals the breath from me for days after. I am grateful for these brief reunions, which I am convinced are truly not figments of my longing but actually my father, always there when I reach stagnant points in my grief to help me continue moving forward, always giving or saying something I never could have come up with myself.

Think what you want, I believe dreams can be miraculous, sometimes from outside ourselves, connections to that which we cannot yet comprehend. And I am grateful, grateful, just grateful.

This is the dance
that brings the dead to the living.
Just say “I miss you
every day you know.”

This is the dance
that brings the dead to the living.
They say “I’m with you
every day you know.”

Can you hear them come?

Funny I had a dream last night that I cheated on my master cleanse and was pretty thrilled to wake up and realize that I was still in the game.

My dreams lately have all been about facing things that I fear. I realize that my biggest fear is success.

I had a dream verging on infidelity last night. Nothing outright, but definitely some emotional and sexual undertones from someone other than my husband.

I hate this sort of dream because it makes me feel guilty, and it makes me feel guilty because I know in some ways it reflects the truth: while I don’t want anyone but my husband, I do want things he no longer gives me—affection, passion, deeper intimacy.

I hate this sort of dream because it makes me not want to face the day.