Thread: Dream memory...

In the past year or so, I've been having a lot of dreams in which I recall "memories" of things that have happened in other dreams. At least, this is how I perceive them while I am dreaming, though whether that's an actuality is kind of up in the air. It's possible I could have dreamed about these things and forgotten, since we forget most of our dreams anyway... but it's also possible I'm just making that up, too. Depends how you look at it, I guess...

I had a dream this morning (which I'm going to drone on about below) that was probably the most vivid of my "memory" dreams... like, I swear, swear that I consciously remembered this prior dream I had, wrote it down... but I scoured all of my dream journals and couldn't find it... so I'm not sure how to take it. Generally... I just want to know a) If this has ever happened to anyone else before?/What were your experiences with it? (Just curious!) and b) What can you deduce from my dream, cause why not? I haven't yet done my full interpretation yet.

This is what I wrote in my journal this morning:



I swear I've had this dream before. Several years ago, but I'm sure I will find no evidence of it in my journals. It's that strange dream deja vu I've been having this past year of my life, where I start to recall memories, very detailed, very familiar, of things I know I've been through before. But all of the palpable evidence says I haven't. It's very, very strange.

The memory...
Years ago, when I had first moved into my 2001 house, I dreamed about taking a long exploration of it. I am fourteen. The dream house (unlike the one in life) was very long, one story, I remember it being like a maze inside with a large and spacious kitchen and black marble floors. The outside was painted brown, it had a sort of strange shape, lots of small pillars to support a roof overhang, something a little unsettling about it. The barn was similarly long, single story with a silo tower, and off in the distance.

Like my real barn, it was amazingly filled with clutter. (Dusty, creepy, spider webs, unfinished) It was night, so I have a light to see as I go through all of it. In my memory I see myself ascending to different parts of the barn, more spacious rooms that get smaller and smaller until I am in the tiny, tower part of the barn. It is extremely scary and creepy at night, and I sense there are ghosts. It is cluttered with stuff here, too, and I shine my flashlight up a barn wall and see a hole/door. It is very small. I climb up to it along the wood frame of the cylindrical room (the silo) and open it. It is a tiny, tiny space and I debate for a long time whether or not I want to go. I might get stuck and be trapped. I cannot remember whether I decided to go the first time or return a second, but at some point I think, "Fuck it, what's the worst that could happen?" and I go.

In a sortof Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe-esque manner, I discover that it is a portal to a house, a closet. (was it my house?) I explore the house a bit, and leave.

Later, I invite Ellie to come see the portal with me. We go through the same set of obstacles - the portal being at the very end of a very complicated maze of things - but this time when we enter, we notice there is a light shining under the closet door and decide not to go any further.

At another time in my life, maybe a few years later I enter this house again, except I am with friends and it is Ben's(my ex) ex Brieanne's apartment. The closet is off the living room. I recognize the place immediately, it is much different from the first time I saw it. The living room I am in resembles a room I was in once, with Brieanne (in life), at a party where she first played all of us Mirah. I tell everyone my story.

The present...
I am on a road which is one of the roads that leads up to my high school. It is very curvy and narrow, and people are always driving too fast down it. It is also the site of many accidents. This is all in my head as I walk down it with Ben. We are coming from the school side, headed in the direction of my home, walking on the right side of the road. Nobody is driving down it today. It is extremely foggy/misty, and gloomy. It feels very dead. Empty.

At the end of the road, before the stop sign, there is a driveway on the right with two stone pillars on either side. A New England "gate." Each pillar has a chrome-framed lantern, but neither is illuminated even in this gloomy weather. Ben and I walk down the driveway.

(We find a portal on the road. At the big corner. I don't recall where it goes. I don't recall if we entered, or actually even found it, but I sense that we did. I sense that location. So I must write it down.)

...

We are at the house again. It's Ben, me, Brieanne, and a couple of friends. It's changed ownership and Brieanne reminisces about how it looked when she lived there. The walls are cream, the carpet brown, furniture extremely sparse. I talk about portals. "No, that's a portal! They happen! Listen to this!" And I tell them, again, about the portal from my barn to the closet of this house. (The closet, I must note, used to open to Brieanne's bedroom, but now opens to the living room).

It seems difficult for Ben to decide how to behave. He sits, crosslegged, directly in the center of Brieanne and I, alternating affections.

...

I cannot remember what was significant about this house on my first visit. What it looked like. What it was. I'm sure it was something different, but I can't recall. I wish I could.

Hey there,

I have this type of thing a lot too. Dreams which would refer back to other dreams, as if they were waking experiences. Actually come to think of it I had one just tonight

A while ago I dreamt I was on a rubber lifeboat happily rowing down a riverbed with some friends, which eventually ended in a sort of harbor canal full of boats.

Just tonight, we were going to go there again with some family this time, because we had such a good time before.

For me, this type of thing is quite common. I've had dreams refering back to other dreams, to nightmares, to lucid dreams, even one or twice to daydreams

-Redrivertears-