Hello everybody,
Haven't been able to log keep my workbook up to date due to some personal situations here, but I'm back now...
Stopped smoking out last week, and I think I'm starting to feel the effects on my dreaming. Last night I had probably about 5 dreams, maybe more. Whenever this many dreams hit me in one night I get a bit disoriented. At some points I felt that my dreams weren't the ones I remember most often, the scenario types. The ones that seem to have a "story", no matter how outlandish. No, the dreams I refer to are more like I'm watching my thoughts unfold. I'm not sure if that makes sense to anyone, but it's a trip to wake up and feel that way. Especially since I can remember waking after every dream.
The dream I remember best was the last one I had, as usual. It involved a killer coming after my family, more specifically my mother. I remember being angry at my brother for not seeming as concerned as I was for her well being, especially since he had apparently already been in the house and held a knife to my mothers throat. I say apparently because I don't remember seeing it happen, but my dreamself seem to know that this happened. I remember receiving visitors at some point during this dream, and suspecting one of them to be the killer. So like a good son, I grabbed the largest knife I could find and met them at the gates.
There were two of them. I only remember one of them clearly, it was Tom hanks. But not like how you are probably picturing him, he had white hair and was wearing robes of some kind. His eyes were also different somehow, they seemed to be white as well but not exactly. I recognized him instantly and allowed them access to my home. The last thing I remember was locking up our gate, which was probably the coolest gate ive ever seen. I don't really think I can accurately describe it but I will try. It was a 10 ft black wrought iron gate, kinda like the ones you see in front of typical haunted houses in movies. Except this one locked in a special way. There were smaller iron bars that I had to pull through the main ones and turn to lock. The smaller ones all moved together, like a set. Once I turned the set, I let go and the gate began to finish locking itself. It sprouted small spikes in between all the bars to prevent anyone from grabbing onto and climbing them, and spear like tips on the top of all the main bars. The last thing it did was shift itself as a whole, like it was alive. It leaned out toward any comers that might mean us harm. Looking similar to when warriors on the battlefield prop spears up in order to stop charging cavalry. They just didn't lean down as far.
I also remember part of another dream. It was me looking down upon the ocean, not actually there but kinda like I was watching a movie. I saw a man surfing, but it wasn't surfing exactly. He wasn't riding waves like usual, but seemed to be propelled across the surface of the water by something else entirely. Picture a wake boarder but no boat pulling him along. As I watched him glide on the ocean, birds eye view, I began to see sea creatures leaping out of the water trying to get him. These creatures resembled mermaids in the way that they were slightly humanoid with a big fin instead of legs, but they differed in that these creatures were completely tan colored and vicious. One after another, they breached the water trying to grab this man. I almost got the sense that this was a game for the man, that maybe the reason he was out so far into the ocean was so that he would encounter them. Every time they did though, he was able to dodge them. This only went on for about a minute before something woke me.
I fully expect for my nights to be similar to this, dream wise, for the next few nights at least. Due to the rem rebound created by smoking so much the past few months and quitting suddenly. I appreciate the time that any of you have taken to read my post, and welcome any and all comments or questions.
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