Dream Diary 7/30

Last night my dream was terrifying. It started out well, I was on… a ship? A cruise ship, I think.  I was a child…I think.  There were lots of other children and I know I had become close to one boy.  It turned out not all of these children were children.  They were something of the supernatural, and they were older.  It was hard to say whether they were adults trapped in young bodies or something older and darker.  I know some of them were darker.  I can picture some detailed moments from this dream but I can’t describe them.  I do know that one of these “kids” turned out to be a grown women, or maybe something older.  She would show up with a knife and stab me.  I knew I was in a dream after about the first scene, but the terrifying part is that I couldn’t make myself wake up.  But I tried every time my friend, the young boy, got killed or left me, and every time this female figure would shriek  and pull out a knife to drive through me.

Every time I tried to will myself to wake up, I ended up somewhere else, and this women was there, she would scream, she looked gruesome… and then she would pull out this knife and try to kill me.  I tried to wake up from each “dream” or different “level” of my dream…but each time I was in a new place, like on the side of a beautifully haunted mountain scene, and she would appear, and it would all play out again.  Close my eyes, try to open them and wake up, end up in a new place, same villain is there trying to kill me…and really just freak me out. This happened over ten times before I finally woke up drenched in sweat.  I have a feeling I was screaming in my sleep, a lot.

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Dani

Dream Diary

This is something that I hope to do in the future, when I remember my dreams well.  I am trying to master Lucid Dreaming again (inspired by Inception, of course) and I find that keeping a dream journal really helps.  Anyway, on the nights when I actually beat my insomnia, my meds keep my dreams very vivid and it’s fun to write them down, and keeps you remembering all of your dreams.  Enjoy!

I can remember Matthew and I having a party, we had lots of food set up and a few people helping us.  We were at my house.  We were sitting in the blue room chatting about food.  More people came over later, there was music, and there were dim colored lights.  Strange men kept coming up to me and trying to get me to dance, or do something else. There was an eery feel to this part.  I couldn’t find Matthew, I think he went out for ice.  There was another room that I suppose was attached to my house.  I guess it was a sun room, or in this case a moon room, because sometimes it seemed like we were indoors, sometimes outside in the night.  There were several white metal porch swings.  Matthew was sitting out there at times, and so was I.  I think my sister was there too, and a few others that I did not know.  I don’t remember the conversation but I remember it felt stressful, maybe an argument, mostly sadness.  I think this is because I fell asleep thinking how much I don’t want to do long distance again if he moves back to York without me for the year.  It’s a huge strain on our relationship and I had vowed after 3 years of us being apart, in different states that it, I wanted to finally be together.  I can’t recall much else of this party scene, aside from the strange men, and the odd feeling in my stomach, the fear.

Later I was at a new house.  I was not me.  I was part of a family who was moving from an apartment to a beautiful new house in a different neighborhood.  I also remember climbing trees, maybe a tree house.  But it was back to that dark sense in the tree.  We had old neighbors come to the new house, this family I was in was very religious, Catholic I think.  They lived around other Catholics.  These neighbors who visited were worried about us leaving them, as if somehow it pertained to our faith.  We assured them all was well.  The new house was beautiful, but some of the walls didn’t match, they looked good together but it was strange they did not match.

The third “level” I remember (Hah Inception) was at another strange place, very dark. Actually, at first we were back at the party, and there were all old women there.  Sitting around in a knitting circle or something.  Then we were at this dark outside place.  Trying to open up this attic/cellar…it was hard to tell which.  We were trying to get into my great-grandmother’s house, and I am not sure why.  I think we needed to see her.  It was grimy and there were spider webs, and everything was black. There was a line to open a trap door.  There were about five of us, I remember Matthew, and also my mother and father, I think.  I don’t remember if we made it inside.

Next, I am in a small room.  Alone.  There are strange knick-knacks everywhere.   They are fascinating.  I start to realize the strangeness of the dream, this is a dream.  I am nearly spinning around looking at everything, every picture and figurine and watching them change brilliantly.  I know it is a draem.  But I don’t choose to wake up.  I am lucid, and I change my surroundings willingly.  I am testing to see if this works, and I think back to a memory of sitting on my huge golden retriever when I was only about 5, and tiny.  I rode him around until he ran and dropped me.  In the lucid part of my dream last night, I decided that I wanted to be in a beautiful green orchard, riding a giant golden retriever like a horse.  It felt childlike, and fun.  Eventually, I changed my surroundings again and I can remember when I decided to wake up, I do this the same every time, ever since I was a child.  When I am ready to wake up, often when I realize that a nightmare is just a dream, I close my eyes tight in dream world, just like in real world, and then when I open them I am willing myself to physically open my eyes.  It works every time.

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Dani