Thread: Narn's Dream Journal

Arpil 2nd - no technique used, just general recall

I was standing in one of the commons at my old highschool holding my psych stats textbook. My friend was with me and we were waiting for our summer college course to start (which don't exist) and I saw three familiar people. Hugged one very tightly (I recall the feeling of the textbook digging into my ribs), waved to the other, and avoided the last. My friend and I had purchased some kind of desk at a garage sale and had it sitting next to us, we had to take it everywhere. Eventually we looked at eachother, shrugged, and decided to abandon the desk, cut class, and go thrifting. She had parked next to the recycle bins in the parking lot and when I shut the door I woke up.

It was very much a spectator dream, for now I am just working on taking down dreams and keeping a regular journal. I hope to employ some kind of technique in a week or so.

April 3rd and 4th - can't remember

April 5th - no technique used

My dad and I often travel down a certain road to get to a driving range we like. We passed the normal intersection but he took a different turn and started going a different way. I didn't understand, but he just told me to wait, just wait. And there is was, a beautiful old house, this was my dream home...in my dream (fancy that). People were moving in my mom's paintings and our things. My mom was already there doing here decorating thing and the rest of my family was there. And then slowly, time began to creep backwards. Our style of clothing changed, the voices changed, the mannerisms changed. Slowly we were turning into something Jane Austen would write about. It was strange, but nice. I didn't question it, I just went with it. I finally did start looking around and woke up on my way to the attic.

April 6th - can't remember

April 7th - no technique used

I slept on a very uncomfortable futon last night, but fortunately I remember the dream, so I suppose the sore back is worth it.

I was sitting out in the commons in front of my dorm on some steps down to a path, they were wet, but I sat down anyway. A close friend of mine who is amazing in triathalons was going to a race somewhere out of state, so I called her in my dream and talked to her for a while. Ordinary chit chat. It carried on for a while and seemed a little to tame or normal for my dreams. I can't exactly recall much of what happened, I didn't sit down and write about it after I woke up. Somewhere near the end, people and random cars passed and then an old fashioned horse drawn carriage with a cabbie trotted by. I ended the phone call and was about to question the cabbie when my alram on my actual cell phone went off and I woke up.

It seems a lot of my dreams end in almost questions or almost discoveries. I still have no control over it. I wake up when I'm just about to find something out. How absolutely frustrating!

On Monday I will start utilizing a technique to help maintain awareness of waking and dreaming states. I'll include a summary when I have the time.

August 5 - prepping for bed

That was a gauntlet logging back in. But well worth it I suppose.

After an absence of a year and some months, I am back and ready to jump into the dark waters with new vigour. To delight, dismay, or disinterest, I return. Expect something new soon.

Cheers.