Dream 11-30-05

I was in some kind of building . . . I think it may have been one of those futuristic "town in a building" deals. The decor was reddish, like older Japanese style. The room I was in appeared to be slightly flooded. There was something to do with this guy living there . . . he either told me something or wanted something. he left. I look over and Elvis is freaking out, but the kid standing there denied knowing anything. So I helped Elvis, settled him down, then grabbed the kid by the arm to take him to the main office. The main person in charge wasn't there, so I was sent to another office. The kid, somehow, disappeared. This security guard started talking to me. I was about to tell him about the kid when I woke up.

Dream 11-28-05

Not sure what all was going on, but lived in a small backwoods town. Jackie (from Roseanne) had slept with David, and for some reason, not only did I care, I was angry. Not sure why. The only other thing I remember was the house was all open. Went to the bathroom and there was a wolf or something on the other side of a broken wall. I wasn't afraid of it, though. A little concerned, but it also seemed very natural.

Dream 11-27-05

The whole area was centered around a college. I believe it was Aaron and I down in some sort of underground hallway. We went down some halls and stairs. At one point we passed a classroom where someone was giving a lecture on what could have been "Historical Physics". I think maybe we were being followed. We made our way to some sort of covered dock or port. There was a barge about to leave with a tour group. We found our way on, but somehow he ended up on the land . . . like a dune or something. Some waves nudged the boat closer and I jumped (teleported?) over. We walked towards some buildings that were an above ground part of the school. There were a lot of people moving around, and I saw a bunch of old friends. I said, "I have got to go here", and I think it was at that point that we got separated. I made my way into one of the buildings and came across a candy store. The woman running it was very intriguing and I’m not sure why. I do know I was really taking my time to make the right choice. I picked a few little fruit gummies and a figure on some sugar pedestals. Then my eye caught Billy across the hall. We got to talking. Small talk, mostly, about nothing in particular.

Dream 11-06-05

I saw everything from a third person perspective. The whole dream had a reddish tint to it. One woman was doing something to make her husband ill. Another woman knew where to look because of something involving the other woman not doing things in her usual way. There was a term for it in the dream, but I can't remember what it was, or even if it was a real word. (I remembered later the word was "genualness")

Introduction

  Welcome to my dream diary.  A few people have expressed interest in a dream blog, so here goes nothing.  I only have recorded dreams dating back to 2005, though I have been doing this for much longer.  What is "this" exactly?  An active interest in my dreams and what they might mean.  It all began when I was about 8 years old.  I don't recall too much of my dreaming habits before then, but perhaps before then it didn't matter.  Until one night I was sleeping in the top bunk.  I had this dream which I still remember with near perfect clarity:

"It was dark and I was standing outside of a giant tower.  Stone, like you would imagine finding attached to an old castle.  I went through the large wooden door and made my way up the spiral staircase.  Though I was walking slowly it didn't take me long to reach the top.  At the top was another large, wooden door.  I opened the door and inside was some sort of creature person standing behind a giant cauldron brimming over with bubbling green goo.  This person embodied the green-faced witch, but was definitely a man.  As soon as he saw me all at once he was flying across the room and was inches in front of my face."

  I woke up suddenly trying to scream, but it was stuck in my throat.  To make matters worse I could still see the face!  I went to the bathroom hoping the light would erase the image from my eyes (it did help) and vowed then and there that no dream would ever have such a terrifying effect on me.  Somewhere deep down I knew that they were my dreams and somehow I could control them if I tried hard enough.  I never had a nightmare that ferocious again, and from that day I've developed a handful of dream talents through sheer determination.  It was after that night that I began to recognize certain recurring dreams (like the stairwell that turned into a slide and shot me through a plate glass window) and that once I recognized I had dreamt it before I could change things (like grabbing onto the window pane, or stepping over the trigger step) and it was exhilerating.

  So there you have it.  My meager beginnings.  Over the years I remembered clearly a great many of my dreams upon waking and it made me happy.  The things I learned (breathing underwater, flying, etc) seemed novel and exciting, but I didn't really think it could lead to anything.  Which is why recording my dreams came so late.  Didn't know anything about lucid dreaming or astral projection or dreamwalking or any of the great possibilites stemming from dreamwork.  I know now, though, and will work hard to reach my full potential.  I'm happy to know I have a solid foundation and that overshadows all of the "if only"s.  Now sit back and enjoy your travels through my subconscious.  I know I have.