I was with Lia (girl I was talking to briefly but never became involved with) in some house. I remember us going into her room. We got naked and under the covers. I remember her tummy had a tattoo that surrounded her belly button. It was nice looking... Dark blue, almost black, and had a lacy tribal style.
I was extremely aroused, to the point that it was awkward. But I didn't have any intention of having sex with her "the first time" we were together. I could look up at a computer screen and see Lia's thoughts on display as text. They confirmed we both wanted the same thing. Her face was hazy, not as pretty as real life. Kind of dull and average. I never really felt turned on, instead I felt nervous. But she was full of desire and passion.
Note: Here again I refer to the number of times I had been with a girl. This is comparable to the typical dating mentality of waking life. First date, second date, third date appropriate behaviors and activities. This was accurate, we hadn't gone on a date. And, I doubt I had dreamed about her before this because I had only recently met her.
-January 25, 1998
Showing posts with label Dream History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dream History. Show all posts
Monday, June 14, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Dream 041-043: A Dream Series Begins & A Movie I Never Want to See
041: I was talking to the girl across the street on my house phone. I could see in through the window in the front of her house. It was massive inside. Oak wood floors, panels, with a high vaulted ceiling. It was about 3-stories high. I remember her saying "Well should I go over to your house or do you want to come over to mine?"
That's when I walked into her garage. (Still on the cordless house phone.) A small guy was stacking blocks of wood there. I could look out of the garage and see the front of my house with the garage door open. I thought "This is like the second time I've talked to this girl, we should be getting close soon."
The other time I was thinking of was in a dream too. (Dream 014)
Note: This was "like the 2nd" dream I had about the house across the street. It was in fact the 2nd dream I recorded about being friends with them. It was around this time in real life that new neighbors moved into the house across the street. I had been friendly with the original people who lived there, but when I was a kid. Our relationship had faded out many years before they actually moved out.
The new reoccurring relationships/location became pivotal in my glimpses of repressed dream history.
042: I was at my Dad's old apartment. Waiting for him and Tracy (estranged stepmother) to show up. The front door opened slowly and my Dad walked in. After a beat my Mom walked in next. She fussed over what to wear while Tracy is here. Then ran off to the bathroom to change.
043: My third dream just came back to me! It was a movie preview. Robert De Nero is the only person I recall. He was talking to a woman on the phone. He was naked in bed on the phone masturbating. I thought "This is a pretty gross looking movie."
Note: This brings up a point that often occurs to me. Are we more likely to forget dreams we consider gross or annoying?
-January 9, 1998
That's when I walked into her garage. (Still on the cordless house phone.) A small guy was stacking blocks of wood there. I could look out of the garage and see the front of my house with the garage door open. I thought "This is like the second time I've talked to this girl, we should be getting close soon."
The other time I was thinking of was in a dream too. (Dream 014)
Note: This was "like the 2nd" dream I had about the house across the street. It was in fact the 2nd dream I recorded about being friends with them. It was around this time in real life that new neighbors moved into the house across the street. I had been friendly with the original people who lived there, but when I was a kid. Our relationship had faded out many years before they actually moved out.
The new reoccurring relationships/location became pivotal in my glimpses of repressed dream history.
042: I was at my Dad's old apartment. Waiting for him and Tracy (estranged stepmother) to show up. The front door opened slowly and my Dad walked in. After a beat my Mom walked in next. She fussed over what to wear while Tracy is here. Then ran off to the bathroom to change.
043: My third dream just came back to me! It was a movie preview. Robert De Nero is the only person I recall. He was talking to a woman on the phone. He was naked in bed on the phone masturbating. I thought "This is a pretty gross looking movie."
Note: This brings up a point that often occurs to me. Are we more likely to forget dreams we consider gross or annoying?
-January 9, 1998
Monday, May 3, 2010
Dream 032-033: Vaction with Estranged Friends
032: I recall being at a cabin with Katie, Fred, Molly, and Emily. I know there was some cool drama in the attic during this dream but I don't recall any of that in detail. I do distinctly recall us all getting ready to go. Getting our stuff packed.
The house was two stories with a yellow painted interior. I remember walking down the stairs, flirting with Molly, and grabbing Emily's hand.
Note: My Mother and I used to go on vacation with them to a house near the Russian River. It had been over 5-years since we had vacationed together. Katie was my Mom's close friend since childhood. Why she appears so often in these records is mind boggling for me. There is no apparent reason for it, that I am aware of, whatsoever.
On the other hand, they had the only attic I entered as a child and still clearly recollect today.
I have probably had dreams about their attic since before I was 10-years old. Nothing of great interest ever occurred there in real life. Molly and I use to play there once in a while. In "dreamland" I strongly suspect it's a location of olden suppressed dream experiences. Although I only consciously remember glimpses of it.
033: I vaguely recall meeting up with Daric in a dream. He was sleeping close to a digital alarm clock.
Note: Daric and Joe were my best friends, and a regular part of my daily life at the time of this writing. Both lived close by in the same city. Yet, this is the first time Daric appears in the dream records, and Joe appears as sort of an extra in only two dreams before this.
Sleeping next to a digital alarm clock is exactly what I was doing throughout many of these experiments and records.
-January 6, 1998
The house was two stories with a yellow painted interior. I remember walking down the stairs, flirting with Molly, and grabbing Emily's hand.
Note: My Mother and I used to go on vacation with them to a house near the Russian River. It had been over 5-years since we had vacationed together. Katie was my Mom's close friend since childhood. Why she appears so often in these records is mind boggling for me. There is no apparent reason for it, that I am aware of, whatsoever.
On the other hand, they had the only attic I entered as a child and still clearly recollect today.
I have probably had dreams about their attic since before I was 10-years old. Nothing of great interest ever occurred there in real life. Molly and I use to play there once in a while. In "dreamland" I strongly suspect it's a location of olden suppressed dream experiences. Although I only consciously remember glimpses of it.
033: I vaguely recall meeting up with Daric in a dream. He was sleeping close to a digital alarm clock.
Note: Daric and Joe were my best friends, and a regular part of my daily life at the time of this writing. Both lived close by in the same city. Yet, this is the first time Daric appears in the dream records, and Joe appears as sort of an extra in only two dreams before this.
Sleeping next to a digital alarm clock is exactly what I was doing throughout many of these experiments and records.
-January 6, 1998
Dream 031: Drop Zone Hotel
I was in San Francisco, or an area like it. I was walking uphill with a person I don't remember. When I looked out over the view of the city, I saw a 50-story building. Like a hotel under construction, it had scaffolds all-around it.
It was white and rundown looking. I had the thought, "That looks like the building I keep falling off of in my dreams." -There was a lot more to this dream that I don't remember clearly.
Note: The first mention of my alternate dream memory-bank. Something that happened in an earlier dream. I hadn't written about falling off this building before. Yet when I woke up, the location felt familiar, as it still does to this day.
-January 1, 1998
It was white and rundown looking. I had the thought, "That looks like the building I keep falling off of in my dreams." -There was a lot more to this dream that I don't remember clearly.
Note: The first mention of my alternate dream memory-bank. Something that happened in an earlier dream. I hadn't written about falling off this building before. Yet when I woke up, the location felt familiar, as it still does to this day.
-January 1, 1998
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Dream 014: Love Triangle
I'm in the backseat of a car on Stacy's (most recent ex-girlfriend) right, Tim (Stacy's Ex-Boyfriend) is at her left, Lilly (Stacy's sister) and a few others are in the back. It was bizarre, I told everyone I didn't want to fight him. But then I demonstrated my ability to destroy him with my bare hands. By pretending to rip him to shreds. That almost caused a fight on the spot.
I explain to Tim how Stacy has hurt me, she'll do the same to you again. He starts to cry. I get out of the car and walk away. I expect and I'm looking for Stacy's shadow to follow behind me. It does, she walks me back to this bizarre apartment I'm staying in with my Mom and Katie. Neither of them are home. On the way Stacy explains the main reason she is still with me is: "Sex!"
I find a note in the bathroom (there) that says "July" and has a phone number which I interpret to be the phone number to Six Flags. Stacy insists we draw all the blinds, we did. Soon I was leaving and going home (to my real life home).
Out front it's raining and I'm still with Stacy. We go in to the garage, I'm picking up the mail when the girl across the street appears in front of Stacy. I walk over to see what they're talking about, Stacy directs her towards me. I walk up to her and she says:
"My brother and I want to be friends with you."
We agree, she walks away, Stacy is surprised and says "I leave your life and right away a friend replaces me."
I reply "See how God treats me?"
Note: This was apparently the starting point of a dream friendship with my neighbors from across the street. Since then, I have recollections of other dreams with them in it. In real life, we are barely on a first name basis. I have no special interest in them, or they me, just friendly waves and every few years a polite chat.
-December 4, 1997
I explain to Tim how Stacy has hurt me, she'll do the same to you again. He starts to cry. I get out of the car and walk away. I expect and I'm looking for Stacy's shadow to follow behind me. It does, she walks me back to this bizarre apartment I'm staying in with my Mom and Katie. Neither of them are home. On the way Stacy explains the main reason she is still with me is: "Sex!"
I find a note in the bathroom (there) that says "July" and has a phone number which I interpret to be the phone number to Six Flags. Stacy insists we draw all the blinds, we did. Soon I was leaving and going home (to my real life home).
Out front it's raining and I'm still with Stacy. We go in to the garage, I'm picking up the mail when the girl across the street appears in front of Stacy. I walk over to see what they're talking about, Stacy directs her towards me. I walk up to her and she says:
"My brother and I want to be friends with you."
We agree, she walks away, Stacy is surprised and says "I leave your life and right away a friend replaces me."
I reply "See how God treats me?"
Note: This was apparently the starting point of a dream friendship with my neighbors from across the street. Since then, I have recollections of other dreams with them in it. In real life, we are barely on a first name basis. I have no special interest in them, or they me, just friendly waves and every few years a polite chat.
-December 4, 1997
Monday, April 26, 2010
Intro 000: Dreams & Nightmares
The first set of posts are dreams and nightmares I recorded while experimenting with lucid dreaming and dream seeding 1997-2001. During this period I frequently used the Nova Dreamer and attempted various dream recall techniques. These dreams were usually recorded the instant I woke by hand or as soon as the dreams were recalled. I copied them into this blog with minor corrections.
Much of the dream imagery leaps back into my memory when I explore these old journal entries, but extra words will be in brackets or mentioned post script. There is some sexual content. I may tone down dreams that are too graphic. I have changed the names of certain people and places out of respect of privacy.
I share these with the sincere hope that they will further advance the human understanding of our extremely important dream lives. The unbounded but murky world we dwell in and fabricate while we are asleep. I wish I could say I am good at remembering my dreams. Without regular practice and plenty of sleep, I rarely do. The dreams uncovered here are often shades of sagas, eras, episodes, and bygone relationships with "real people" with "dream people" and in "dream places" that stretch back to childhood.
As my lucid experiments progressed. I learned imperfectly to: See through walls, run at car-like speed, fly, leap from great heights without fear, have sex, slip through cracks, teleport -and a few other things more surprising.
Strangely, many of the cast members of my dreams are real people - long since left my life. When I began to recollect large numbers of dreams, I was often stunned by their constant appearances - when I woke up. While awake, I hadn't much thought of some of these people in years.
Gradually, a warped parallel dream reality emerged. One in which people I had written off long before without regret, were often my regular if awkward dream companions. Even more bewildering? While dreaming certain dreams, I was apparently familiar with the lore, history, timeline, social structure, and even the geography of my dreamland. In these same dreams, I felt completely aware of the differences between "real life" and "dream life."
During my fleeting moments of super-lucidity, I seemed to command an exact memory of scores of additional dreams I remembered little about while awake. This catalog of offline dream knowledge felt crucial for my comfort and survival vs. certain reoccurring dream hazards. Upon awakening, the wisdom of my dreamland all but evaporates.
Considering some of the content I discovered, I don't think remembering 100% of our dreams would be healthy for some. For me, this dream life experience amounts to a staggering and prolific subconscious lore.
Until this experiment, I was unaware that many of my dreams were not so forgotten. But instead stored just beneath the surface of my conscious memories. I have learned that we are all able and all required to - access our subconscious dream histories. This is our own personal Map of Dreamland.
These are my private journals and highly valued personal records. All Rights Reserved. ©1997-2010
No part of this publication may be stored, transmitted, or copied without expressed written permission. Brief quotes are okay for review and reference as long the URL is sited: MapofDreamland.com
No religious or mystical rituals were employed. Advertisements that appear are not necessarily endorsed, there is a lot of dream junk online. My dream explorations were thrown into high gear thanks to information and technology from the Lucidity Institute:
Dream Recall
Inducing Lucid Dreams
Nova Dreamer
Much of the dream imagery leaps back into my memory when I explore these old journal entries, but extra words will be in brackets or mentioned post script. There is some sexual content. I may tone down dreams that are too graphic. I have changed the names of certain people and places out of respect of privacy.
I share these with the sincere hope that they will further advance the human understanding of our extremely important dream lives. The unbounded but murky world we dwell in and fabricate while we are asleep. I wish I could say I am good at remembering my dreams. Without regular practice and plenty of sleep, I rarely do. The dreams uncovered here are often shades of sagas, eras, episodes, and bygone relationships with "real people" with "dream people" and in "dream places" that stretch back to childhood.
As my lucid experiments progressed. I learned imperfectly to: See through walls, run at car-like speed, fly, leap from great heights without fear, have sex, slip through cracks, teleport -and a few other things more surprising.
Strangely, many of the cast members of my dreams are real people - long since left my life. When I began to recollect large numbers of dreams, I was often stunned by their constant appearances - when I woke up. While awake, I hadn't much thought of some of these people in years.
Gradually, a warped parallel dream reality emerged. One in which people I had written off long before without regret, were often my regular if awkward dream companions. Even more bewildering? While dreaming certain dreams, I was apparently familiar with the lore, history, timeline, social structure, and even the geography of my dreamland. In these same dreams, I felt completely aware of the differences between "real life" and "dream life."
During my fleeting moments of super-lucidity, I seemed to command an exact memory of scores of additional dreams I remembered little about while awake. This catalog of offline dream knowledge felt crucial for my comfort and survival vs. certain reoccurring dream hazards. Upon awakening, the wisdom of my dreamland all but evaporates.
Considering some of the content I discovered, I don't think remembering 100% of our dreams would be healthy for some. For me, this dream life experience amounts to a staggering and prolific subconscious lore.
Until this experiment, I was unaware that many of my dreams were not so forgotten. But instead stored just beneath the surface of my conscious memories. I have learned that we are all able and all required to - access our subconscious dream histories. This is our own personal Map of Dreamland.
These are my private journals and highly valued personal records. All Rights Reserved. ©1997-2010
No part of this publication may be stored, transmitted, or copied without expressed written permission. Brief quotes are okay for review and reference as long the URL is sited: MapofDreamland.com
No religious or mystical rituals were employed. Advertisements that appear are not necessarily endorsed, there is a lot of dream junk online. My dream explorations were thrown into high gear thanks to information and technology from the Lucidity Institute:
Dream Recall
Inducing Lucid Dreams
Nova Dreamer
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)