Thread: Mel_Noah dream journal

Well I am new here. And new to this. I really want to keep a current up-to-date dream journal. I dream every night. Quite often WILD and all those other achronyms I see you guys use that I had to look up lol. I've been lucid dreaming my entire life and not knowing what the hell it really was. Well I am going to submit a few of my dreams that I have had in the past that have always haunted me. Then from there I'll try and post daily my new dreams. Thanks you guys for reading and hopefully commenting. I appreciate it. *NOTE* I rarely have good dreams. The first three below are my only examples of good dreams. The rest of my dreams are nightmares.


I had this dream about 2 1/2 years ago. :

I was a child that I do not know or recognize. Around the age of reason I would say between 8 - 10. My family made their living growing red roses as a cash crop. Our neighbor was a loner - an old man I would say mid-fifties. His living was made growing pink roses. His land was rich in soil nutrients and minerals while ours was poor. Every year his roses would bloom way before ours. Our family would worry that this year we wouldn't be able to bring in a crop. One night I looked out of my bedroom window to see the old man sneaking through our field. Out of a bag he took seeds and planted it carefully in the middle of our field, then retreated to the safety of his home. The next morning our plants had finally begun to grow. When our roses began to bloom, big beautiful blooms, the same thing would happen every year. In the very middle of our field would be a single pink rose bush mixed in with all the red ones. Every year my family would go in disgust and dig up this one plant and bring it to the old neighbor and spit on him with disgrace claiming that he was trying to sabatoge our fields by cross contaminating our pure red roses. The next morning after this event we awoke to the same thing : Our fields lay in ruin. All the roses shrivled up and dead. My family would turn in fury to the neighbors field and start it on fire. I would watch from my bedroom window as the flames from the neighbors field grew higher and higher. This particular night I see the old farmer up in his watchtower over looking the fields. I feel as though his eyes are upon me. I set out of my home, cross carefully through the burning field and make my way up the watchtower. There I come face to face with my families enemy. I simply ask the man, "Why do you bring devestation upon yourself and my family?" The old man looked at me with a weary sadden glare in his eyes, "Young child," he replied, "Don't you realize that if it were not for my one pink rose bush in the middle of your field, your family's land would never yeild a single crop!" His words rang in my ears as I nodded in understanding. As I climbed down from his watch tower I thought about how he was never trying to harm our crop, he was only trying to help. For some reason our land would produce nothing without the help of him and a single pink rose bush. Yet year after year we dug up his good deeds and destroyed him and ourselves with our anger and misunderstanding. As I crossed carefully through the dying embers of his fields I thought that I could finally break the vicious cycle by explaining to my family what the old man told me. My family met me at the road between our fields and asked me what the old man had said to me. Strangly I could not remember any of our conversation. All his words, all my thoughts, suddenly gone from me in the meer matter of moments. His words fell on deaf ears and our family continued the cycle for years and years even after my death.

The above dream is what I describe as my "movie" dreams. It is in full color, complete with sound track, voice overs, narrators, etc...The whole nine yards. Just like I'm watching a freakin movie. The majority of the time in these dreams I am not myself, however I am some character in the "movie". Sometimes I am not even the main character.



This dream I had around the same time as the first about 2 1/2 years ago:


I am a poor princess in a very poor cottage. I have no castle. I have been corresponding with a prince from a far away land for years and he has finally sent word that he will arrive shortly to ask for my hand in marriage. I am alone on my bed, in rags, crying my eyes out. A man appears to me and sits beside me. "Quiet my princess, why are you crying?" he asks me. I seem not startled by his appearance and say to him, "My prince is coming and I have nothing to offer him. I have no castle. I have no wealth. I am nothing but a poor princess." The man sighs and snaps his fingers, before me my entire world transforms. My meek bed turns into a huge four post bed. My room expands. The rags I wear transforms into a wonderous ball gown. I look at him with excitement and rise to my feet. I run out into the hall as it expands and grows. My cottage goes from a two room shack with one servant to a huge castle filled with servants at my command. Immediately I began to shout out orders, I run through the halls and rooms calling orders to the servants. Having them scrub the floors, cook the dinner, make the beds, etc... And I'm quite rude and full of myself as I do this. All the meekness and humbleness of being a poor princess has left me quite quick. As the hour of my prince's arrival draws near I am still at work having my servants pamper and dress me to look my finest. All the while the man who has made this all possible keeps coming up to me and asking if he could have a word with me. I keep brushing him off as I go my merry way. Finally he corners me, "My lady I really need to show you something now." he says firmly. "Alright," i answer testedly, "But make it quick for my prince will be here any minute." He escorts me into a room followed by all the servants inside the castle. The room is one I haven't been in yet and my eyes light up at the sight of it. A treasure room! Filled with jewels, coins, crowns, all wonders of delecitable delight. The walls of the room are made up of mirrors. I rush from one pile to another gliding my hands over these fine wonders. The man approaches me again. "My lady - look around - you can pick one thing from here to give to your prince, what will it be?" I look around feeling pressured. Only one thing? How can I pick? Finally my face falls into a devious smile as I look the man in the eyes and point to the mirrored wall. "I want the reflection. I want EVERYTHING." As soon as the words leave my lips there is a deafening shattering sound in the room. All around me the mirrors begin to explode throwing glass shards relentlessly around the room. I cover my ears and scream and fall to the floor to protect myself from the destruction. When the noise stops I open my eyes and I am again in my bedroom, dressed in rags, the castle reduced back to the humble cottage. I begin to weap again very loudly because I know that my actions were my own down fall. The man touches my shoulder, "Arise, my princess, dry your eyes! Your prince is here." Sadly I arise, and make my way to the cottage enterance. Outside I see the prince approaching from the near distance on horse back with his caravan of men. I walk out to him and drop down to kneel in front of him. He dismounts his horse and approaches me. "My prince," I speak with eyes down cast, "All I have to offer to you is myself." He gently bends down on one knee and takes my chin in his hand and smiles, "My lady I wouldn't dream of anything else."


That of course was yet another "movie" dream. It is interesting to note that the man who gives the princess all the wealth and riches pops up from time to time in my other "movie" dreams. He always singles out a character and gives them something the "want" only to show them it is not something they "need". Sometimes he is tricky and evil. Very punishing for characters who do not learn their lesson. Sometimes his role in the dream is major, but other times it is very minor where him teaching a character a lesson is a sub plot or takes place very quickly and is not the main theme in the dream.



This dream took place when I was still in high school some 8 - 10 years ago:

I awake in a room, swing my legs over the bed and begin to walk out of the room. I cross the hall way and make my way down three steps to what seems to be a sun room of sort. Very spanish in design. The floor below me is cool to the touch, the tiles terracota. The door ways are arches. I walk up three steps and enter a bathroom. There the tile is blue and the bathroom very small. I glance at myself in the mirror and I am me. My reflection begins to speak to me. She says, "Name two things that are the same but have two different names. There in lies the answer." And I wake up.


This dream happened about two years ago and is what I have learned is called a false awakening dream.


I awoke to the sound of static on the television set. I get up out of my bed and go into the living room. There the t.v. is on and displaying nothing but static. I go to turn it off and it switches off normally. As I turn to return to my room the t.v. suddenly switches on again by itself. I spin around and attempt to turn it off again but this time to no avail. I go to the wall and unplug the t.v. It turns off but as soon as I turn my back to the t.v. it switches on again! I start to unscrew the cable wires from the t.v. to the wall and it's not coming undone so I begin to pull them out of the wall. I wake up with a jolt nearly jumping out of bed. I'm relieved to know that it was just a dream and as I lay my head back down on the pillow I hear the t.v. turn on in the living room. I get up and run to the living room and the t.v. is on, full of static, and all the wires are in tack. I go through the same routine as previous and awake again in my bed. I immediately jump up and run to the living room. The t.v. is off and in perfect order. Just as I turn around however the t.v. turns on. I tell myself this is a dream and I awake. I lay in bed, paranoid as all hell b/c I can't figure out if I am awake or asleep. I lay there for what has to be at least 10 minutes until I figure I am awake and everything is okay. Right when I allow myself to relax however the t.v. switches on again. I jump up and tell myself that it is a dream and I wake up. This time I get up and start to get ready for work. My day is going as usual, I am preparing myself and breakfast for my son. An hour passes and I am certain I am awake. Right when I go to wake up my little boy the t.v. switches on. I begin to freak out and I tell myself I am still dreaming and I wake up.
This time I am actually awake but I am unsure. In fact it takes me three hours, many phone calls, and a sitter for my son before I can actually convince myself I am awake and regain my sanity. I even miss work.




This dream took place less than two months ago: (a little bit of background. my boyfriend and I live together, he is going through a divorce and there has been a lot of tension between his ex and I as well as trouble with us seeing his children).


I wake up in the morning, like any normal day except I have the notion to go and pay a visit to my bf's ex. I grab my son and we take off for their home. When I get there I am surprised b/c she greets us very cheerfuly. I sit down with her and our kids play as we discuss life. She is very nice, and has a plesant demenor and I wonder why things have been so stressful until now. I excuse myself and go to the bathroom. When I get out my bf is there staring at me in the hall way. He does not look well, like something is off. I ask him what is wrong and he starts to tell me in a very monotone voice that he is leaving me and returning back to his ex. I of course get outraged and start to cry. She is standing in the back ground laughing at me. The kids sense the tension in the house and start to cry. Suddenly she hands him a knife and he is running after myself and my son with a knife trying to kill us. At one point I tell myself that this is a dream and to make sure of it I ask him a question. I ask him on what part of his body has he been hurting at lately. He tells me he does not know what I'm talking about. I tell him he has been in pain lately and I want to know where to see if he can answer truthfully b/c I think this is a dream and he is not really my bf. He assures me it is not a dream and tells me it is his head that has been bothering him. In actuality it is knee that hurts but I answer him and tell him he is wrong, it is his BACK not his head and that I know this is a dream. At the time I didn't realize why I purposely told him the wrong answer but it came in handly later. When I tell him this is a dream a door magically appears leading a way for my son and I to escape. I meet up with a strange man in a car in the drive way who asks us if we need a ride and my dream bf stays stuck in the door way unable to move. I then awaken in bed to the sound of the front door opening. It is my bf telling me he is back home from work early. I start to tell him about my dream and he nods his head the entire time making very little eye contact. I tell him he is acting weird and when he looks at me I know that he is not himself. He is the dream version of himself. He automatically knows that I know, and he grabs for a knife. I ask him, "Where on your body have you been hurting?" and he tells me "My back" which I know isn't true - it has been his knee - so I automatically know he's a dream. I tell him he is a dream and suddenly the knife is in my hand and not his and I stab him. He disappears and I am again lying in bed. I am awake (for real this time) yet I cannot move. I see on the wall what is like a projection of my dream. In the background there is laughter and someone whispers, "let me show you what really happened" suddenly I am taken to the previous day before the events happened (in dream time) and am shown how my bf's ex and a friend of hers I have never seen kidnapped and killed my bf. They then skinned him and her friend wore the suit of skin to try and kill me. When I am in the bathroom, right before I see the dead version of my bf, I see the man zipping up the suit made from my bf's skin. Once I saw that the projection went away and I was able to move and get up. I was fully awake.


This dream took place about a month or so ago and is a part of what I refer to as movie sequence dreams. It's kinda like watching the clouds shape shift. It goes from a cow, to a dino, to a cat, to ab lincoln all about in the time span of a minute. Well right when I fall asleep, when I am still awake and going down into sleep, I have these dreams that are very quick and fade from one into another really fast, like the clouds. Sometimes I am able to talk them out so my bf can hear them. I feel like I am falling into them and the faster I fall, the more violent the dreams become. Anyway that is the background to these dreams and this is just one short one that sticks out in my memory. :


There is a couple standing on the balcony of a building surrounded by guests. They have just gotten married. They are of middle Eastern descent and her dress is beautiful and gold. His suit is white with gold trim. They are both holding up glass flutes filled with champage or such liquid. The guests around them are clapping and music fills the air. Their backs are facing the balcony railing. Suddenly two shots ring out one after the other and I watch as two tiny circles of blood form on the newly wed couple's foreheads. They have both been shot between the eyes. Without even losing the smile on their faces they fall backwards, limply, and over the railing. The guests are screaming in horror with their hands over their faces and running to avoid any future gunfire. I watch in horror as the couples' glasses go flying from their hands and they fall from the balcony.


As I said I dream every night. I talk in my sleep quite a bit and my bf reminds me of snipets of conversations he hears me speak at night which helps me remember many of my dreams. I hope to be able to write out my dreams on here every day. I have many more dreams I remember off the top of my head, and perhaps I will post those another time.

Thanks for reading.