remember my dreams

i was recently told of an herb that one can consume or even just sleep in the proximity of that will intensify dreams. unfortunately i’ve forgotten the herb’s name. shouldn’t be too hard to refindout.

i wouldn’t have even remembered the herb thing except that i was just now told something similar about a stone – i was told that a bit of obsidian under the pillow will intensify dreams.

i tend to give placebo more credit than herbs or rocks, but i don’t feel any need to be scientific with things like this. if it works, it works.

I have started writing my dreams down and hopefully I will remember more dreams. The only trouble is finding the energy to sit up and write them down in the middle of the night. xD

I’ve known forever that I should keep a dream journal to help me to remember my dreams and to be able to do useful things with my dreams afterwards. But I’ve always been to lazy so early in the morning, so by the time my brain is functioning at a normal pace and I’m ready to pick up pen and paper I can’t remember my dream experiences.
For the past week or so I’ve been writing my dreams every morning, sometimes waking in the night and writing them then. And it’s working marvelously!! I’m remembering many dreams, with lots of detail, sometimes pages and pages! At this rate I’ll be LUCID DREAMING soon, fingers crossed!

This is the 2nd time within the last month that I’ve had a sex dream about Dr. Drew. Which I find odd. He’s attractive, but still.. Dr. Drew? What is he doing in my subconscious?

Also for the record, I’ve never been with a married man; I definitely do have trust issues with men & that’s what I’m sure this dream is about..

The dream: I had just moved into a loft in an old tenement building in NYC, in a scary area. Dr. Drew also recently moved his office into the same building. We were talking in his office about my real-life issues (he brought it up.. it was like free therapy). Also he mentioned that he would like to do some past life regression type therapy with me. I told him that I had read Dr. Weiss’ book, blah blah blah & he seemed impressed by that. Later, he came to my loft to “check on me”. This part of the dream was very, very hot. We almost had sex (unprotected sex), until I stopped it. I said something like “Whoa. Wait! You’re a married man. We should stop.” His response was something like “Oh, yeah.. Whoops!” I got out of bed, but then later got back into bed with him – except we both had the intention that we would definitely not be having sex.

any thoughts about what’s going on in my subconscious mind are welcome. :) here’s the thing: obviously I don’t know him, but I see him as being someone with integrity. It seems like the message in the dream is that all men are this way: people without integrity; people that can’t be trusted. I just feel like maybe I’m missing something obvious here. Or maybe I’m just overanalyzing.

I had a dream last night that I was engaged to Prince Harry. His grandmother (the Queen) hated me, but her dogs & the rest of the family loved me. I felt like I wasn’t good enough for Prince Harry & the rest of the family – I wasn’t good enough to even be there – I wasn’t royalty or wealthy, but Prince Harry & the rest of the family (except the Queen) made me feel like that didn’t matter – I was actually good enough. It was all destiny, so I should just relax & be happy.

also (the main focus of the dream), I went on a balloon ride over Australia – over that huge, red rock: Uluru. Except in the dream, the whole area was extremely high in the air (thousands of feet in the air) & it was a huge area exclusively for the aboriginal people. It was a huge honor that we (my cousin, Tracy was with me) could even be able to see this area; we were only allowed to do it because I was now connected to the Royal Family. I’m not afraid of heights, but in the dream I was completely terrified that we were so high up. I spent the entire balloon ride with my eyes closed. After the balloon ride, I felt mad at myself that I had my camera with me, but I didn’t take any pictures. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity that I missed out on because of fear.

I’ve borrowed a book from a friend that is a guideline for achieving lucid dreams. I was reading it two days ago and it said that folks generally wake up 15 times per night between sleep cycles, right after fnishing a dream. In this moment you can remember your dream, but people generally just go back to snoozing and forget their dream or that they even woke up. But for the past two nights since reading about this I’ve been aware of waking up several times (though not 15) during the night and I could remember what I had just dreamed very clearly. However I have not been writing down my dreams throughout the night, so by the morning I can remember only that I did dream and that I woke and thought about the dream for a moment – not the dream itself. Time to go on to step 2 … dream journal.

I dreamt that I met Joan Rivers (in some kind of warehouse or something) & I ended up telling her my whole life story. She was very sweet & down to earth.

I dreamt that I was on a hill, overlooking a city, watching it be bombed. In the dream, I was in complete denial about the bombs.. I thought they were harmless fireworks. I was with a group of people, just hanging out, calmly watching the “fireworks.” They had long plumes of smoke, that hung in the air..

Later, the “fireworks” were closer, or instead of being on the hill, I was in the city. The “fireworks” were all around me. People were screaming, running.. People were injured. There were bodies in the street, but I felt completely calm. I was oblivious to what was going on around me. I wasn’t concerned about being hurt, because I didn’t think it was possible for me to be hurt. I thought: I’M A CIVILIAN, THEREFORE THIS CAN’T BE A WAR ZONE! I was really adamant about that, but obviously in denial.

Later, when I was awake & writing down the details of the dream, I realized that the “fireworks” I saw were white phosphorous bombs. The type of chemical weapon that leaves victims’ bodies completely burned to a crisp. The fires can’t even be put out with water; they can only be put out with sand.

A few days later, I came across this picture – that was exactly what it looked like in my dream. White phosporous is being used in Gaza. The Geneva Convention has banned chemical incendiary agents from being used in civilian areas, although Israel (& also the US) haven’t signed the protocol, therefore they’re not legally bound to it.

Now that Obama is President, I hope that this is addressed. Regardless of who our political alliances are with; regardless of any reason for war – war crimes against humanity cannot be tolerated.

I was told if you put a crystal under your pillow it will
help you remember your dreams. Now I just have to remember
to put a crystal under my pillow!!

It was long but I didn’t fix it in my head when I woke up, so all I remember now is this one brief scene.

I was sitting in my car, looking at myself in the rearview mirror, putting on “chocolate cherry” lip gloss. A woman came over to the car with a sort of… eliza doolittle accent. And she said something like, “you’re beautiful your grace.” and I said, “thank you.” and then another British guy came over and laughed at her and said “she’s not royalty! she’s an american!”

I was abashed at being an american and also at having lied, by not correcting her. I nodded that this was true.

I asked the woman why she thought I was a royal, anyway, trying to deflect blame for the embarrassing moment onto HER mistake. and she said it was because I had … something. I don’t remember now but it was characteristic of royalty, like austerity and elegance or something. And I was flattered.