Keitorin's Dream Log

1. I’m at ‘home’, and Rane comes up to me and asks me if I need anything from the store. I think about how I need pure pumpkin and mini chocolate chips. I try to find something to write it down on. There are brown strips and white squares of paper, but they’re all written on already. I go to the bottom of the brown stack and find a folded one with nothing on it.

My handwriting is near child-like, with all-capitals. After I underline it, I see that instead of writing my name, I wrote “TAKEN”.

A young guy comes in to hear what I need. I think he’s too young to go on his own and to pay for it, so I take out my card, but he shows me that he already has one. He was a bit heavyset with short, blond/brown hair.

-Gap-

We’re walking through the store. As I look through my wallet for my card, I realize…it’s not there. I quickly grab my buggy and start speedwalking away. The guy calls out to me but I ignore him.

I wade through a bunch of people with kids and carts loaded with Christmas items – trees and presents, as apparently there’s a contest going on. Some of them are complaining about me but I just focus on getting out of the store.

I’m standing at the bottom looking up the steps. There’s an older man sitting there, and he starts telling me about how people don’t make their salads with lemon right anymore. Instead of replying verbally, I start typing up my response on a typewriter-like keyboard, but a regular screen. It’s something about how it all boils down to laziness. I notice two typos but struggle to fix them.

Suddenly, a woman standing on the left gives me a knowing look and says ‘you’re blind, aren’t you?’. I stare at her blankly for a moment, but then go along with it. She takes the ‘computer’ from me and points out my typos. As she works on it, I try to read it from where I am, and she says ‘you’re looking the wrong way’. Perhaps she assumes I’m trying to look in the direction of the man, who's talking. I look a bit to the right of her into the bright yellow sun, as seen coming out of trees and such.

-Gap-

I’m walking away from the store. I get a certain distance away before I stop in place, as if I had a thought, or waiting for something.

A man calls out to me that I forgot my purse. I look over my shoulder and see my old black purse sitting on the ground.

I’m looking for a vehicle to leave, but remember that I didn’t have one, I could leave by….I don’t remember.

Inspiration: I forgot my card a few weeks ago when we headed out to the store. Lemon is a trigger in a memory palace, as is Christmas trees and presents. I'd been thinking about pure pumpkin and mini chocolate chips for a few days because I needed them. I recently switched from a black purse I used for a long time to a new brown one.

2. Lying on a bed side by side with another girl. She gets something on her hand and points it out. We get up and see that there’s a light blood stain on the sheets under where I was lying. I deny that it’s from me, because I don’t have blood on me anywhere.

I’m wearing a dress with a built-in bra, but am still wearing one underneath it, and don’t take it off to sleep.

Inspiration: I'm thinking the 'Triad' dream sparked off a whole set of F/F dreams. XD

3. A shower is halfway full of water as I go to step in, and I see that there’s a floating pair of men’s underwear. As I carefully pick it up, I see that it’s stained. Wrinkling my nose, I put it on the side of the tub out of the way.

4. I remember a fragment where I was in a building and people were talking past. I waded into them to get to the wall, and carefully went around a wood section when the way was clear. I believe a guy came to help me.

The guy is crushing on me, it’s almost stalker level. He asks me to listen to a music CD he made.

-Gap-

I get into his bag and find the disc labeled 3&4 with notes under each section. I confess to him that I did it and that I loved the songs.

5. I’m sitting on my grandma’s porch talking to a man who’s sitting in a chair across from me. I say something about 'something being in my memory palace'.

“Whose memory palace?” The man replies, and as I go to answer “mine”, he points next to me. I look over to see Sherlock Holmes (BBC) sitting there.

Inspiration: Recently did an interview about my mind palace and mentioned Sherlock.

6. A diamond in my ring is missing, someone says they can fix it? I know there was more to this but my trigger probably wasn’t enough.

Notes:

I am really excited to try adding/accessing my memory palace while within a dream. Imagine how much easier it’d be to just add things from within a dream here and there, than to have to lay there and remember the dreams all at once. Only thing is with that I might not be able to note the time, unless I still wake up – I could add the time then.

Or what if I put stuff in my memory palace to access for when I’m in dreams? Like TotM, things to try, a storyline, character, etc that I want to incubate...