Thread: MeggyFayePhotography's Dream Journal

Great job! I'm proud of you.

This dream journal stuff really works!

I really does. It seems strange to "outsiders" but, the fact that you make a conscious effort to recall and record them does make a big difference. And that difference is the key to regular lucidity in dreams.

Ok so I used to be OBSESSED (to say the least) with the show The OC when they were still airing new episodes. Now, yeah I'm still obsessed with it, but not nearly as much.

Dream 1:

This is kind of hard for me to explain. There are 4 main characters in The OC. Seth and Summer (who date each other) and Ryan and Marissa (who date each other). Well for some of the dream I was me and for some of the dream it was as if I were seeing things through Seth's eyes. The four of them, and at times myself too, were outdoors in a very rocky area. At first we were just enjoying the mountainous area then someone was trying to chase Ryan so we were running from people. Ryan didn't know how to escape them so I (now playing myself) showed him how to jump from large rock to rock and slide down them and move quickly to escape. I remember scraping my arm against a rock as I slide down it and I remember feeling the burn from it. When I got to the bottom of the rocks safely, I was once again looking at everything through Seth's eyes.
That's really all I remember from that dream.

Dream 2:

Pardon my language but this one was really fucked up. Like the first dream, this, too, is hard to explain.

I remember a bunch of different animals. I believe I was an animal also, but not sure which one. We were all trying to escape to somewhere. I remember gathering my belongings (shampoo, conditioner, razor, shaving cream, and a pair of pink shorts I sometimes use to swim in. I remember thinking when I was grabbing them "I'll take these just in case I feel like going swimming."). The only animal I really remember traveling with us was a spider, like Charlotte from Charlotte's Web. A few days had past from the start of our journey and day by day another animal would give up and go back to where ever it was we were leaving from. The last day I remember (before waking up) it was the spider's turn to go back. It was getting very sick from moving so much. So the night before the spider departed, I told someone to put on a certain movie, I don't remember which one it was. I said to put that on because the spider is leaving us. I didn't say it straight out that it was leaving, I had to say it two or three times to get that person to understand that another animal was giving up and going back. I remember a glimpse of this movie and the only thing I can picture is Matthew's 1972 VW Beetle a baby blue color (the color it was before he painted it many year ago which I've only seen pictures of). After that there's only one more thing I remember. I remember moving along the next day, or maybe it was still the same day, and seeing a couple of girls camping out in sleeping bags lying in a row on the ground. One of them I knew. A friend's cousin who I used to be really good friends with but then grew apart from. I remember taking a picture of her with my camera phone posing very weirdly on her sleeping bag.

Man, talk about a shitty night's sleep.

Dream:

My college put us up in hotels between two specific classes because we have a lot of commuters. I live 10 minutes away from campus. One night I decided to stay in the hotel just for fun. There was someone there on that night I decided to stay who was trying to harm us all. I was in the room right at the peak of it all. She was right next to me. Someone rushed in to save us. He stabbed her in the head twice but she was still moving. Then he left and came back with a chainsaw. He sliced her in half and blood spewed everywhere as if it were fireworks going off. She was dead. The room was covered in blood. I was covered in blood. I tried to call 911 but I was so beside myself I just couldn't manage to dial the numbers. Someone told me that they were already called. The police showed up. Everyone was outside talking with police, being checked out by EMT's and being comforted by family. For some reason my mother wanted to see the room. I told her that it really wasnt a site for weak stomachs. She still wanted to see. So I took her upstairs to the room. But it was all cleaned already. The floor and walls and ceiling were all wet from being cleaned. It was spotless. It was just a giant, empty, clean room. I think I tried describing it to her and everything that happened.


There is another dream that I had. I was lying in bed thinking about both dreams with my eyes closed. Then I opened them and the above dream is all I can remember. If it comes back to me, I'll post it. It sucks because it really did just poof away. I've only been awake for like 25 minutes...

Wow, I haven't seen that level of gore in someone's dreams in a long time. A chainsaw too, those are extra greusome.

Last night's dream kind of weirded me out. I haven't had a dream about being pregnant in a long time. Normally when I dream about being pregnant, it freaks me out. But I'm not pregnant. Nor have I ever been when I've had dreams about them in the past...

Dream:

I was living back in my old apartment from 12 years ago with my family. Either Matthew and I broke up or we had never met. He wasn't in the picture nor was he in any of my dream memories. There was this guy from my very recent past. I don't know if we dated or just had sex. He didn't want anything to do with me anymore. I'm not sure why. My dream didn't go that far back or let me think that far back. I don't remember taking a pregnancy test. But I was pregnant. At that point only my sister and my mother knew. My mother was surprisingly ok with it. Or at least handling it very well. I picked up smoking again and wanted my parents to buy me a carton of cigarettes and I'd pay them back when I got my next paycheck. I called my best friend who is down in North Carolina for college. I was going to tell her but then decided not to. My father came home from work. My mother talked to him. I was sitting on the floor of the living room when my parents came into the room. "He's ok with it, about the cigarettes..." She gave me a look which I read as YOU HAVE TO TELL YOUR FATHER YOU'RE PREGNANT! I never told him. I went outside.

The next thing I know I'm waiting in my car for the baby's father in a parking lot. He was driving a truck. I think it was white. We were meeting to do something, but not talk. Like I said he didn't want anything to do with me. We were going to kill someone. He threw a metal rod and a gun in my car. He walked back to his truck which he parked behind my car. I started driving forward, not sure why, then drove backwards. I stepped on my breaks as hard as I could but my car just wouldn't stop. I ended up slamming into his truck. He got in and I moved over so he could drive. I asked him if we could talk when we were done this. He said no. He said something along the lines of you better not tell me your pregnant. And I said "But I am, well, you know." And the look on his face was as if everything inside of him just died. I told him that I hadn't talked to my father yet but my mother said I could still live there if he was fine with it. I don't understand why but he seemed confused with my parent's decision. I explained to him that if my father was ok with it then I'd have a place to live and they'd help support me in the same ways as if I weren't pregnant (housing, food, general bills). But if my dad were to kick me out then I'd have to find my own housing and pay for it, buy my own food and pay all of the bills that came along with it.

Apparently he had a girlfriend, a very serious girlfriend, who I met in the next scenario. I don't remember where we were. But it, and this is really the only way I can desribe it, was like a church. I was standing in the front pew. This guy and his girlfriend were like sitting on the bleachers in the front where the chior usually stands and sings. He was telling he about me. The chior was singing but not in sight. He was telling her that he was going to do the right thing and come live with me. They were both crying. A lot. She fell into his arms and he rocking her on the floor. He kept repeating "I can't hold you right now, I can't hold you anymore."


I don't remember anymore after that. I think I woke up. I kept waking up a lot this morning before I was up for the day. I think it was again because I had to pee. And now I really badly want a cigarette.

So my sister and I went to Walmart today. We were standing in line talking about our recent dreams when another dream from last night hit me:

I DATED WILL SMITH! Haha yes. I did. And it wasn't even the young Will Smith. It was the 40-year-old or so, however old he is now. It was weird. It seemed to be some "scientific study." Three normal/nonfamous females dated three not normal/famous celeb guys. I was paired up with Will Smith, and the other two male celebrities I didn't recognize. I don't really remember too much else other than picking him up on the side of the street that was on a really steep hill.

I thought it was funny though, that I had a dream about that.

Oh, I have another question.
Is it possible to have a dream about being lucid but not really be lucid? I haven't really had an experience lucid enough to know if the short times I've thought I was lucid, I really truely was. Does that make sense? Sometimes I think things and have a hard time explaining what I mean...

One of my LDs from last week had Will Smith in it I didn't date him though.

It is possible to have dreams "about" lucid dreaming but not be lucid but, if you know you're dreaming then you really are lucid dreaming. If yours aren't very lucid then you may just need a little more practice. You'll get better at being "sure".

Kind of depressed today. I don't really feel like writing my dream today. But I know I should because I don't want to break a good habit. My dream wasn't anything special. I just don't feel very happy today...

Dream:

I was at school. I was learning how to edit movies by starting out with small video clips. I remember watching my first attempt at editing a video clip. It was a clip from Shrek. My most recent attempt was another clip from Shrek. Neither clips I remember from the first two movies. I also remember editing a photograph and enhancing it. There was an igloo and a bright yellow sky. An instructor I don't recognize was showing off my talents to newer students. I was humbled. The end of my dream I was driving two of my instructors somewhere after class. Thats all I really remember.

Originally Posted by meggyfayephotography

Kind of depressed today. I don't really feel like writing my dream today. But I know I should because I don't want to break a good habit. My dream wasn't anything special. I just don't feel very happy today...

But, it's your birthday so you have to cheer up. You're too young to let birthdays depress you. Wait until you're my age (and single). My birthday is less than a month away, I've never been married and I currently have no girlfriend: Now that's depressing.

Now cheer up, dammit!

Originally Posted by Oneironaught

But, it's your birthday so you have to cheer up. You're too young to let birthdays depress you. Wait until you're my age (and single). My birthday is less than a month away, I've never been married and I currently have no girlfriend: Now that's depressing.

Now cheer up, dammit!

Ok so maybe you're right. And at the rate me and Matthew are going... if I'm not married by the time I'm your age, I'll kill him! Hahaha. I did cheer up too because my mommy came over and we hung out and I washed her car! lol. My birthday and I'm washing her car!! Go figure... its ok, I love my mum!


Thanks for cheering me up!!

Happy Birthday, Meg!!

Hey Happy Birthday. RE: washing your Mom's car - I've always thought it would be more appropriate to give a present to your mom on your birthday, rather than the other way around!

My birthday was alright yesterday. Matthew and I went to Ruby Tuesday's for dinner. They had like 6 girly drinks for me to choose from. Wasn't too happy about it. But my steak was gooooood. Then we went to my sister's house for a bit. Rather boring night, all in all, but I spent it with Matthew so it made it wonderful.

Thanks for the birthday wishes you guys!

I couldn't really sleep last night. So I don't really remember any dreams except for one really short dream I had this morning at like 8am. Don't really want to talk about it though, it was rather sexual.

Tonight probably wont be any better. I've been feeling a bit off lately, which is causing me to not sleep well.

Well, Matthew's outside doing something, I'm going to go find him.

I once again had a shitty night's sleep. I haven't been feeling like my normal self lately. After this weekend, I'll be better, I hope. I had two dreams last night. I should have written them down sooner, but I had stuff to do here at work before I got a chance to.

The first dream, I don't really want to discuss. I remember it, and that's all that matters. Matthew had already left for work so I was alone when I had the dream. I woke up scared.

The second dream I don't remember anymore, which is why I should have posted this earlier. Hopefully I'll remember sometime today. If not well thats fine too.

I just want to go to bed. I feel like ass.

Long day at work. Should have posted this at 5:30am when I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. I had two dreams that I remembered this morning and now I only remember bits of the first one. But it's funny!!

Dream:

I was back in middle school. It seemed as if I were back in the 7th grade and I was 13 again. It was weird because it was like it was a second chance not living that age for the first time. I was living in a town that I didn't recognize. And I had a new neighbor. She was someone who was very distinct in my dream. Dreamview's very own TS was my neighbor. It was funny because I don't know her real name and in my dream, DV was supposed to be very secretive and annonymous so everytime we saw each other we wouldn't make eye contact. In my dream I knew it was her and everytime I saw her I thought of her user name and it even looked just like her in her picture she has on here.

Ok, so back to the school part of the dream. When I was in high school, I didn't hang out with the "cool kids" (aka the stuck-up snobby kids who think they're better than everyone else). So in my dream, back in the 7th grade, I was trying to "get in" with the "cool kids" while we were still young and our minds were still pure enough to accept new kids into our cliques.

Thats really all I remember other than the extremely awkward moments when TS and I were in the same room or we saw each other.

I love it.

and in my dream, DV was supposed to be very secretive and annonymous so everytime we saw each other we wouldn't make eye contact.

Funny...

Are you like me and only talk about LDing to a certain few select people? In some ways it actually is a secret part of my life.


And that reminds me--according to Ranma's dreams (see his DJ 4-3-07), DV is a cult and full of all kinds of secrets.

Or maybe I shouldn't have said that...



...because it's a secret cult , of course.


So...

Shhh.....

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

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Are you like me and only talk about LDing to a certain few select people? In some ways it actually is a secret part of my life.

Actually, the only person I've talked to about this, and it was only breifly, was my psychology instructor who had us read the section about dreaming which re-sparked my intrested in writing down my dreams. which then in turn led me finding this site. i mean i talk to matthew about my dreams but i dont tell him about the LD stuff and my journal. its awkward for people who dont believe in this stuff.

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

Are you like me and only talk about LDing to a certain few select people? In some ways it actually is a secret part of my life.

I third that. You've got to choose wisely who you go into depth about it with. Some people will never understand.

Dream:

Something, some disease that made people... I guess you could say evil was taking over the town. The children were the only ones who couldn't get affected unless an affected adult kidnaped them and forced the disease into them. I was a very young child, about 4, but in my head I was still my normal self. I was running from the adults with two other children, my sister and her newborn baby (her baby is really about 8-9 months old in real life so I don't know if she had another baby or what). I remember hiding in every place we could think of. We were in a large indoor market. I remember seeing the produce section. There were baby carrots with the green parts still attatched and baby bananas in bunches the same size as the carrots. I was quickly walking around the market so these certain adults couldn't catch me.

I found myself in a very large, old mansion. I kept navigating down, to the cellar. The adults were coming. I was getting scared that they would find me. I found some weird place to hide, I don't even know how to describe it. It was in the cellar. There was a rectangular hole in the floor about 3 feet deep, on the left side there as a covering, then a shelf. Behind the shelf there was a small door that looked like it was for a laundry shoot. I was going to hide in there but I would have been too exposed. There was another door but a wall was right behind it with many shelves. It wasn't wide enough for me to hide in. I started to tear the shelves off but it still wasn't wide enough for me to hide in. I pressed on the wall and it fell through. There was a little room behind it! A secret room! I quickly got in the tiny, tiny room, closed the first door, closed the second door and put the wall back up. I held onto the wall, pushing it in so if the adults tried to push it in, it wouldn't move. I heard the adults coming. I heard muffled talk about the shelves on the floor of the hole so they thought they knew where I was. They opened the first door and didn't see me. They opened the second door and didn't see me. They didn't try pushing the wall in. They left right after that. I heard my sister and the two other children. They were trying to figure out where I hid. One girl plugged a wire into an outlit. She used to live in the mansion before the town was overtaken by the disease. She was explaining her little secret room to the others. They opened the door to the room and I saw myself sitting there from outside of the room. The plug the girl plugged in was for sets of Christmas lights that lit the entire room. It looked so cool! I didn't move an inch. I don't know if it was because I was scared, or if I knew it was them and I was proud of myself and waiting for them to find me. My sister said she had to go get the baby.

I woke up.

Long fucking night last night. Never thought I'd have to have a cop pull my sister out a bar for me. Let's just say my sister doesn't hold her alcohol very well and the drunker she got the more I sobered up. No dreams. Very naseating sleep last night. Glad I decided to come home instead of stay at my sister's house. Geez, she makes me want to stop drinking and I've only been 21 for 5 days...

Bike week for Matthew is over with. He's home now and everything's almost back to normal. Even my sleep schedule and dreams. I actually had a dream that I remember from last night. I may not feel extremely well about it, but it's a dream.

Dream:

I think Matthew and I were on really rocky terms. I was thinking about breaking up with him. I was at my grandmother's house with my family and this guy Josh (he's my sister's boyfriend's best friend. I've known him for about 4-5 years and when we first met I was in sooo in love with him for the first two years.). Well Josh suddenly had a change of heart about me, I think he was jealous because he saw how happy I was with Matthew and realized what he missed out on. I'll admit, I still do have some feelings for him, but nothing I'd leave Matthew over. Well, in my dream, we were in my grandmother's guest room. By ourselves. We were talking and then we got really close to each other. Then we kissed. I quickly pulled back and just looked at him confused. I was confused about my feelings, not because he kissed me. I thought about all of the couped up feelings I'd had for him in the past and kissed him again, very passionately. Someone walked by the room and caught us. I was worried they'd tell Matthew. I ran outside. After this point it gets a little fuzzy but I remember the rest of the dream being along the lines of us kissing again and talking about our feelings for each other then me contemplating whether or not I wanted to work thinkgs out with Matthew or break up with him for Josh.

That dream confirms my theory that women don't know what they want.

Originally Posted by The Cusp

That dream confirms my theory that women don't know what they want.

hey now, it's just a dream. it wasn't lucid so i can honestly say that i couldnt control what i was dreaming! :p

work. school. finals week. stressed. more work. working to prepare for work over vacation. working allll vacation long. what's a vacation from school when you'll be at school the whole time working there? blah. tired. dream recall is shit. not enough sleep. stress is making me tired. need to edit final pics for class tonight. hopefully my prints came out good. going to pick them up today at 3pm. final class tonight at 5:20pm. final class of the term tomorrow night at 6pm. not enough time in the day to get things done... my dream recall better come back next week when things die down.