The End....For Now
I've decided to stop posting on this blog. My experiment with lucid dreaming is over, without any luck so I'm not going to bother recording my dreams any longer. If anyone's still checking in, thanks for your interest.
Lachesis
My personal quest to realize and control my dreams.
I've decided to stop posting on this blog. My experiment with lucid dreaming is over, without any luck so I'm not going to bother recording my dreams any longer. If anyone's still checking in, thanks for your interest.
Those who read this site periodically may recall the only real recurring dream-type that I have is what I call the "Disney dream", where I dream I'm at some kind of Walt Disney World park, in various forms and permutations.
I am either watching, or actually am, the character "Will" from Land of the Lost. (refer to the link if you're not familiar with the show)
My family and I are in my parents' house, where I grew up - except it's a bit different. It feels like a trailer rather than a house. But the interior layout is the same. My wife and daughter are in the kitchen, my son is in my old bedroom and I'm in a den that is between the other two rooms. I feel the house begin to shake and it starts to tip over backwards, as if the ground has given way underneath it. The house falls over on its back, and since my wife is with my daughter, I call to her to tell her I'm going to try and climb my way to the bedroom to find my son.
...to an invited reader. Welcome, Wild One! Stay a while, enjoy, let me know if any of these make sense to you :)
Wow, nothing for the entire month of May.
Things have been slow in dreamland lately. The only dreams I have had have either been too personal to record here (they wouldn't make sense to anyone out of context), or simply too fragmentary to remember. I continue to have bad sleep habits, not getting enough sleep which always seems to be a prerequisite to me remembering my dreams.
I am sitting at the window of a house, looking outside. It's raining, and has been raining for days and days and days...
In a rare dream experience, I dream I am another person/character and not myself. But I assume this person represents myself...
This was was quite disturbing, actually. In a way that will become clear, later.
I'm a guest in someone's home -- someone with a very opulant home. The furnishings are very fancy, and there are servants in the house.
Another Disney Dream.
My wife and I are with several friends attending a huge party.
And another. Just some random images:
A couple of quick hits - this and one to follow:
I don't recall exactly when I had this dream, so I picked the 10th as an arbitrary date. I kept forgetting to input it, so that's why I don't recall.
I had an odd non-Disney Disney Dream (tm). Call it the anti-Disney Dream.
I'm friends with a couple who seem to be having trouble with their marriage. The husband is somewhat of a mentor to me in my church, and is part of a Men's Bible Study that I'm a part of. He's also a recovering substance abuser.
I'm in the stands at a minor league baseball game. My seat was in the lower level, so I was fairly close to eye level with the players.
Why do we forget our dreams? Why, upon waking from some imaginary journey of truly epic proportions, does it slip away like fog into the ether?
I was at an amusement park all day Saturday, and was quite cold and exhausted when I got home Saturday night. Went to bed at 11:30 pm.
I'm not sure I'm all that interested in keeping this blog up anymore. If you read it even semi-regularly, and want me to keep trying to remember and post my dreams, let me know.
I dreamed I woke up in the bed in my old room at my parent's house. It was daylight. I rolled over, and I was lying in bed with a coworker of mine. She's about my age, and attractive, so it wasn't that jarring a prospect... I smile for a moment, remembering that we were sharing the bed just to sleep because there wasn't anywhere else for her to sleep. I spend a moment trying to figure a way to get closer to her (without LOOKING like I'm trying to get closer to her) when she suddenly wakes up. I act like I was just waking up and stretching myself when my mom walks into the room to get us up.
Over the Thanksgiving holidays, I slept in Thursday, Friday and Saturday mornings and a bit later than normal on Sunday morning. As a result, I woke up in the middle of dreams (plus remembered others on waking in the middle of the night) almost each morning.
I sense a pattern emerging that is very interesting. Aliens.
I dreamed I was part of an expedition to another planet. I wasn't a pilot, but apparently a mission specialist or maybe colonist of some kind.
I dreamed my son was on television, on either the Johnny Carson Show or the Jay Leno Show. Actually, I didn't know he was on until they introduced Robin Williams - who came out, sat down in the chair and proceeded to do some funny schtick with my son who turned out to be sitting next to him.
Two brief excerpts. I woke after them, but was unable to write them down - my pen was gone. Ah well - details lost to the ether...
I was sitting at a table in a restaurant with several other people.
Well, it's been a while. Over a month since my last recordable dream.
Sorry for the lack of posts, all you multitudinous readers (ha!).