Thread: Kylie's Dream Journal

(Written before falling asleep on February 25)

It never occured to me to actually seek lucidity in dreaming. I always realised with something akin to dismay that I had actually been aware of being in a dream and controlling my environment. I always felt that somehow if I did this I was cheating myself out of being fully in my dream. But now I am going to recover those lost lucid dreams. I am going to fully explore my unconscious life. I am going to keep a dream journal. I hope I am not messing with the work of my unconscious and subconscious. I will know by the results, i suppose.
Tonight, I am going to have a dream. I will recognise that I am dreaming. I will make specific note of my surroundings and then I will wake up and write down everything I remember.

(Written at 5:00 am Sunday 26th Feb after awakening from a dream)

I just had two false awakenings. I woke up to write down my dream and found that there was a young girl crashing about in my room. I was trying to turn on the light so that I could find my notebook and write down my dream, but she kept stopping me and fighting me off. She was being silly, she was about 10-14 years old. I realised that I must be dreaming, because why would this girl be in my room otherwise? So I made a supreme effort to wake up, and found myself back in my bed. I looked around to check whether or not this was a dream, and lo and behold, there was a blindfolded cartoon-style penguin in my room! I suppose my mind manufactured something ridiculous to let me know I was still dreaming! then it seemed there were lots of penguins in my room, and the girl was still there somewhere. I was determined to wake up because I'd just had a very long dream which I didn't want to forget, and I could feel it slipping away already and I wasn't even awake yet! In my eagerness to be awake, I turned on the girl and the penguins, knowing that they were certainly dream-creatures, and began pushing them out of my bedroom, the ridiculous logic being that I'd gotten myself back to my bedroom and if I could only get these dream-creatures out, I'd be back in reality. I pushed them out into the hall, and they looked up at me with hurt eyes, I felt kind of bad, then I realised, this is not going to change anything. I'm still dreaming.
It was my son coughing in the next room that helped bring me back into reality. Once I was properly awake I knew it without a doubt. My real bedroom is arranged differently to the dream bedroom. I could feel a cool breeze coming in my window, and the sun was just beginning to light the sky a little. My son came and hopped into bed with me, and I didn't need a reality check. I picked up my notebook and started to write down the dream. I remembered about three pages of dream, but that seemed like barely the tip of it. I knew it was so much longer, like a whole lifetime's worth of story. I won't post the dream because it's really too long. I will just say that the moment of lucidity came when I found myself lining up for food in a cafe that moments before had not been a cafe, but a thrift store, and a state-of-the-art communications centre at the same time. Suddenly I remembered that I was meant to be on the look out for things which changed inexplicably, and as I was lining up for food, I remembered that I wanted to catch myself in a dream so I could wake up and write it down. (I'd forgotten about trying to stay and experiment.) So that's when I made an effort to wake up, and found myself waking up in bed with that girl in my room.

Tonight (Sunday 26th February) I'm going to try for another lucid dream, but this time I'll try and stay, and see what I can do. Wish me luck! I hope I remember the spinning technique, I'm really looking forward to trying that one. My brother's all excited. I told him about this website and he's going to try for a lucid dream tonight too. One thing I know, the notebook's essential. I wouldn't remember anything about last night if I hadn't woken up and written it all down. But from now on I won't write whole dreams, just the lucid parts. It took me an hour of my precious Sunday sleep-in this morning.