exdreamer's Dream Journal

I was on such a roll when I started my dream journal just over a month ago. Unfortunately it seems the extra sleep I've been getting due to being extremely drowsy from taking anti-histamines for my hay-fever has not brought with it any extra dream recall. In fact the opposite is true; I've had very poor dream recall!

The 3 dreams I recalled during that period were actually quite embarrassing -- even embarrassing enough for me to not want to post them anonymously on the internet! I'll leave you guessing...

Anyway, onward and upward and hopefully to lucidity and beyond!

Driving Scares Me

I can't drive in real life. Actually, it seems I can't drive in my dreams either...

I was driving. I had just learned to drive, I think. The break and accelerator peddles didn't seem to work right. The break was more like a decelerator than a break.

I was driving around, not having a clue how to drive. I kept having near misses with other cars. At one point I was driving over the a bridge near my house and wasn't sure if I should be on the left or right side of the road because I was on the left (which is correct here in the UK) and saw a car coming head on, so I switched to driving on the right and saw a car coming head on again. Stupid roads.

I've always avoided learning to drive because the entire concept freaks me out a little. I've been thinking about it a lot lately though. I should really just get on with it.

My Hypnagogic Parents

This is a bit of a cheat since it's not a dream but a really long drawn out experience with hypnagogic hallucinations. I'm noting this down because my experience with them so far have been pretty simple. This it teh first time I've heard a large amount of whispering voices and felt presences nearby.

Anyway, I awoke early on Saturday and decided to have a lie in. As I slowly fell back to sleep I heard my mum walking around in my room, but I was aware that nobody was really there and that I was actually falling asleep. She started talking nonsense in a kind of whisper. Suddenly I couldn't hear her any more. Then I heard footsteps outside my door walking up the stairs. I could hear my dad whispering nonsense. Then he was silent. Next I heard my mum walking up the stairs whispering nonsense and then fading away. Again it was my dad, then my mum, and so on for what seemed like a very long time.

The nonsense they were whispering was just random sentences, none of which I can now remember other than that there was something about ponies uttered by my dad's whispering voice.