Thread: Record O' Dreams

Originally Posted by awoke

I should keep a notebook by my bed though, and train myself to stay councious when I wake up in the middle of the night long enough to recall, and write down the dreams I just had.

Yea, you definitely should. Lucids can be lost so easily, and it makes regular recall so much better. Usually I just have to write down a few key words, and the whole dream comes back to me. It doesn't take too much effort. Without it, I wouldn't be able to remember anything.

I'm at some kind of big conference with everyone I went to highschool with.
We're in a hotel room, and people are jumping out of the window, onto a snow covered roof, it's a pretty long drop. People start breaking thru the roof, but keep jumping. I tell them theyre going to get seriously hurt if they don't stop. they keep jumping. I can hear some of the people falling thru numerous floors of the building, after they disapear thru the wreckage of the roof.

Next thing I know, I'm at some banquet with everyone. The food was weird, but didn't taste too bad so I ate it. I'm sitting at a table with some older women. The room goes quiet and gets a little on edge. Someone tells me that the baby is choking. I look over to see 3 adults trying to perform CPR on a dying baby. I run over there, and ask them if they know what theyre doing. they say no. I tell them you have to breath into the babies mouth, and nose at the same time, and to use short breaths because their lungs are a lot smaller than ours. I grab the baby and start to perform CPR in the correct way. It's not working, a different guy tries. He blows into the baby's mouth and nose hard, and I can see it's lungs fill up. I push it's chest to get it breathing, and it does. It starts crying, and taking long, deep breaths.
I wander back to my table in a daze on the verge of crying. Was a really intense situation.

The baby dream sounds overwhelming. Did you find the emotions staying with you some time after waking?

yeah. the fear of losing the baby, and the reliefe of it breathing again, were there for a while after I woke up. that was a weird dream.
I babysat my neice and nephew for a few hours last night. went to sleep about 2 hours after they left, and had that dream.
I think it was brought on by a subcounscious fear of something happening to them. expecially while under my care, as a certain amount of guilt would be there. well, a huge amount of guilt actually. heh.

lmao. that avatar is fantastic, by the way.

I'm onstage, performing in a play. although I have no idea what im doing.
Theres maybe 12 other people onstage with me in coustoums. mostly girls in dresses from the 40's. Out of nowhere, the play is being performed in the audiance, and i'm watching it from the stage, with a bunch of other people, who arent in coustumes. All the actors seem to be young teenage boys. I think back to when I did plays and shit like this, and figured they were probably thinking about how they rehearsed so much, but right now theyre actually performing it, and how weird that always is.

The play turns into a business meeting of sorts, no longer theatre. People are biuying and selling houses/property. Theres a big scoreboard, similar to what you would see in an NBA game, keeping track of the lastest bid. In order for someone to come out ahead, they have to kick a soccer ball thru a lazer back at the house theyre trying to buy, and that stops the clock., and locks in their bid.

Next thing I know I'm at the house that's being sold. My nephew is kicking a soccer ball all through the house, which is basicaly one big basement.
It's actually pretty creepy, lots of dark run down rooms, and broken furniture.
My nephew is now trying to drive a remote controlled car thru the lazer to lock in the bid for the house, but can't find it, and we have to back track.
I start thinking about what my nephew is feeling. I think he was probably scared of the basement, but he knew I wouldn't let anything happen to him, so he must feel safe.

We're no longer looking for the lazer beam. Nephew is staning on a dryer in what now looks like my real basement. He slips and falls off, I catch him before he hits the concrete floor. I tell him to give me a kiss and be careful, he says he won't give me a kiss.
My family shows up. Theyre returning out of state. with them, is an old highschool teacher of mine, (who I don't think was actually one of my teachers, i didnt recognize her,) my brother in law, and an ex-girlfriend of mine named Holly. Holly is really clingy and hanging all over me, she brought a girl named Megan W. with her, who asked me out way back in middleschool, and I turned her down. Shes not really saying anything to me, and appears to just be sleeping on a couch.

Holly takes me to a big hole in the wall by the bottom of the stairsteps.
This hole, turns into a huge brightly colored hallway, that leads to a big clothing store in the mall. I keep talking about how cool this is, and ow I never knew it was here. When we arrive at the store, I now recognize the house we came from as Megan W's, and not my own. I feel like I have nothing in common with her, because she's rich enough to have a house connected to this store.

A guy who works at the store is giving us a tour, and telling us why it's connected to the house. (for shipping and insurance reasons).
The tour goes outside, and im no longer with Holly, im with a friend of mine but cant remember who. I think it might have been Issac.
The guy from the store is now giving us a tour of the part of the city the store is in. while walking and talking, another guy is walking towards us, and our tour guide says, "imma pass you off to Lou", without missing a single beat, Lou picks up the tour. I look up toward the roof of a stasium were near, and see the Chicago L train, fly by on a track. I decide were in Chicago.

We start climbing down a huge pile of rubble down to a parking lot, its a long fall so we climb catuiosly. except my friend who i think was Issac. he motos down it and walks on withough me and Lou. Lou starts telling me about he used to watch cooking shows, and always wished people would expose the food for what is was. by cutting into and showing it LOOKS good, but isn't cooked well, or that they would just spit it out and comment on how bad it tasted. I completely agreed wsith him, and told him I used to get into arguments with people about this.

Then I woke up.


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Quick note on the dream... When I was in the basement, and my family started showing up, and I saw the ex-girlfriend of mine, I thought to myself, "damn, I wish I wasn't high". This has been happening to me a lot lately. In my dream from the other night where I performed CPR on a baby, I remember walking up to the baby and thinking "man, i wish I wasn't high while doing this".
wonder why this is? anytime i find myself in a situation thats odd, and requires me to be on my P and Q's, in the dream I think about how I wish I wasn;t high right now. Sometimes getting stoned will make me somewhat anti-social. and im not one to go due important shit while im high. usually i get high when I can just sit around the house or the studio and chill.
I think my subcounscious is telling me I need to quit smoking weed for a while. heh.

As a New Year's Resolution, I decided to quit smoking cigarettes. I smoked for 7 years, at least 4 of those being a pack a day. so It hasn't been easy.
Haven't had a cigarette in 7 days now. needless to say, they have been appearing in my dreams. I can't remember a single dream where I smoked a cigarette, until I now that i quit.
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dream 1...

I'm hanging out with some old friends, one of them is Calvin.
We recently formed a band (in the dream, not IRL), and have our first gig coming up. We're sitting on my porch talking about it. It's getting dark out, and it's pretty cold. Calvin's rocking a big down winter jacket. Im in my customary hoodie. He offers me a cigarette, and I take it. I don't light it right away. I just hold it, until I forget about it. Which i've done to combat cravings in real life. Then without thinking about it, i pop it in my mouth and light it. I instantly remember I'm trying to quit, and think about tossing it right there, but don't. I give in and smoke it. the sensation of smoking was great. but it made me feel like absolute shit. Suddenly felt really depressed and gloomy, because I had broke, and given in to the addiction once again.

dream 2...

I'm at some girls house. I don't recognize her, but she's beautiful. We're sitting in her room talking. I hold eye contact with her while we talk, and keep getting struck by how pretty she is. Dark shoulder length hair and incredible eyes. I'm mumbling something to her, when I look down and see a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. I immediately reach for them and make a joke about how my conversation skills are about to skyrocket now that I have my smokes. I light one, she leaves the room, and I sit there smoking.
Somehow, that girl, turned into a different girl, and ex of mine. although that didn't register in the dream. My sister walks into the room, and I notice I have 2 blunts that I just rolled sitting out, so I cover them up. my sister leaves again. not sure why she appeared at all.
I need to use the bathroom, so I do. The bathroom looks more like a basement than a bathroom. it's big and open, the toilet is way oversized, the shower is simply a shower head coming out of the wall, with some curtains that run along a track hanging from the ceiling for privacy.
I piss, and go to wash my hands. there's some weird blue soap there, that seems to dry my hands out while I use it.

Later in this dream I go to use the bathroom again. it's laid out the same, except the sink it facing a different direction. when I use that blue soap again, I hear a voice start talking about the spiritual properties of this soap, and how certain religious sects used it for such and such reasons...

thats all I remember.

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I know I had some much cooler dreams last night, but can't remember anything about them short of abstract feelings and movements. hard to describe.

Hey awoke!

Originally Posted by awoke

As a New Year's Resolution, I decided to quit smoking cigarettes. I smoked for 7 years, at least 4 of those being a pack a day. so It hasn't been easy.

Good idea! It's very hard, but you can do it! Lots of other people have and you can too. It will be infintely easier now than it will be twenty years from now. If you done it since New Year's, that's great! You are saving yourself so much expense and suffering over the years, I can't even begin to say. Sorry to sound so dramatic, but it's true.

Originally Posted by awoke

Haven't had a cigarette in 7 days now. needless to say, they have been appearing in my dreams. I can't remember a single dream where I smoked a cigarette, until I now that i quit.

Now you've got a wonderful dream-sign too. Smoking is a dream-sign for me; I quite 20 years ago and I still smoke in dreams. Do RC's every time you think about smoking, and remind youself that you will do them every time you do smoke (which will only be in dreams).

thanks for the encouragement. Yeah, I had my last cigarette when the ball dropped on '07. and if all goes well, there will be no looking back. well, with smoking I suppose theres always going to be looking back, just no going back.

and I will for sure use smoking as a dream sign. I've been telling myself since the day I quit, that if I find myself smoking, i'm dreaming. hasn't stuck yet, but i assume this will be a very useful dream sign for me in the future.