Guru92

Been analyzing dreams for about a week and I feel I am on the verge of something or the other. I have tried cues to get me to sleep and I think I am changing them up too quickly. I pick runes, grab a notebook, change positions, even change meditation techniques before I go to bed.

My dreams are coming in jolts like misplaced chapters in some crazy book, unknown to me as the big plot. I wake with the most results from about 2-3 am, trying hard to use the MILD but if I fall asleep I never return. Many times I feel that I am grabbing onto the rope of a floating balloon but can never quite reach it. Despite this I sense that I am on the verge of a breakthrough.

I have been reading and I think the eyelid pattern technique will be the one for me this evening. I plan on returning here and journal a few dreams I have been having recently. Of note, dreams have been rather broken up and have had many smaller chapters with the larger chapter happening just before or after 3am. Alas 3am seems to be the wake point for me.

My dreams lately have come in fragments, without consistency, like my sleep. This one was on my couch in the midmorning after eating breakfast- with a bellyful of cereal. To note that I fell asleep watching 'Firecreek' a western with Henry Fonda and Jimmy Stewart.

I dreamed that I was living with two others and possibly a family or a gang of others working all together in my home, a small shotgun outside of New Orleans. The two others consist of frontiersman named Shane or Snak or Shack or something of the sort. Not sure of the spelling but I can still remember the ssound. The other is a woman, a bit overweight, your usual housewife type. I only remember two things happening.

I am making eggs with beef hash, one of my favorite things to cook when I just need something filling and hot. For some reason I am making the egg hash in a kettle rather than a frying pan like I always do. The housewife is standing behind me and is watching me cook. I turn my back and look to my kitchen table. When I turn toward it again I see that Shane, dressed all in cowboyness is pouring whiskey into my dish. I scream at him and declare that I am no longer cooking for the house but just for myself and request. There is a sense that I should not be screaming at the patriarch of the house, and people are growing uneasy. In a fury I try to salvage my dish and pour the boiling whiskey out, the woman tries it and it likes it alot. I turn and Shane is leaving my house. When I turn (yes I know alot of turning) again the woman is on top of me and I drag us to the hard wood floor of the kitchen. We kiss, tops are coming off and I suddenly say that surely Shane is coming back soon and we should stop. The wife gives me that disappointed scorn look that no man ever wishes to see.

Then I wake up