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    Had to work to remember these.

    by , 08-22-2010 at 02:27 AM (470 Views)
    Had a bit of trouble remembering my dreams in the morning. I wrote one when I woke up at 5ish but it came out pretty incoherent. I have no idea what this means:

    And suddenly I'm tagging along as I follow someone else down what appears to me to be a dream room.
    When I woke up in the morning, for good, I had to walk around and really try to remember what I dreamed about. Normally I woulda thought that I wouldn't be able to come up with anything but I managed to remember two more:

    I'm visiting some sort of house out in the middle of nowhere where a bunch of people my age are living or at least partying. I'm there to visit and i don't quite fit in. I have a journal I keep with me where I write my secrets and personal stuff. This place is at the end of a very tall hill. Leah is there I think.

    I remember at some point we are all in this big open hot tub area that is surrounded by nothing but glass.

    So when I finally leave I forget to grab my journal and i am very worried that someone might read it. So I call Leah and ask her to grab it for me.
    I'm visiting my mother on what appears to be a mostly abandoned farm. I don't think it's hers but it does seem like she is vacationing there. It sounds like something my mom would do. I walk into the dark grass and there she is tending a bunch of plants that are on a big table. She says something to me but I'm not sure what exactly.

    Suddenly I'm in some sort of office building and there seems to be some sort of jurrasic park inspired ride there. It looks like one of those kid roller coasters that take you by little scenes from the movie to try and scare you. I figure I have nothing better to do so i hop on. The ride begins right away and I'm first taken to an exhibit with a raptor. I force myself to scream and laugh and to make it sound like I'm having a good time. I don't know why.

    I'm taken by a few more exhibits before I decide this is too lame for me. I hope off of the ride and begin to hoof it outta the building. I don't know why I'm completely alone.

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