Wildcard Wednesday
Dream Journal

I had a bunch of dreams when I fell asleep today but the only one I can remember is one where I was in my bed and these big dark storm clouds came rushing at my window. I shouted that it was a tornado but no one would believe me. I held my breath and waited for the glass to burst as the cloud reached the window but, nothing happened.

This dream may have something to do with the fact that I had taken a nap and it was dark when I woke up.

Wildcard Wednesday
Dream Journal Encore

I should have written down my dream earlier because I've forgotten the details already. I recall something about porkpies but not how they were related. I remember there was a point in my dream where I considered putting on my RenFaire costume, but I don't think I did, and I was being chased down by someone in a sort of toy race car. I think.

Diary Tuesday
Disturbed Dreams

So a few nights back I dreamed that the guy from CSI Miami was hunting me and I had to hide behind these trees which were really good cover, so then I guess my subconscious realized that this would be a pretty lame nightmare if I was all safe and secure behind some actually really pretty autumn trees, so then I was transported to a house which are always terrible places to hide, especially in nightmares. So I got outside the house and ended up scaling three barbed wire fences. I actually woke up tired, as if I'd been running.

Then I had another dream that I think contained some problem but all I can remember clearly is a big tower of Christmas cookies, so that was a nightmare fail.

Most recently I had another dream where I had a little girl named Amanda and let a relative named Stacy watch her. But both Stacy and Amanda got kidnapped and I spent the rest of the dream screaming their names and it's probably the only dream where my throat actually hurt.

This is anomalous as I usually don't recall this many of my dreams.

Dream Journal

I had a dream that I had started attending my old high school again which seemed to make sense because I recognized many of my classmates as being in my year. But then one day I slept in and panicked until I realized--wait a minute--I have a masters degree; I don't have to go to high school anymore! But I went in to the school counselor to try to understand why I felt like I needed to go to high school again and I had trouble physically speaking, as in opening and closing my mouth. But it seemed the reason that I and many of my classmates (who I also realized at this point had college degrees of their own) had returned to high school was simply for the familiarity of it.

Dream Therapy?

So I had a dream that I was so angry at my mother and sister that I was throwing a tantrum much like a toddler. I was throwing soft items and yelling too. In the dream my mother had scheduled a driving class for me, but she hadn't checked with me first, so I couldn't go to it because I didn't have a permit. Yes, a rather stupid reason to be so upset even though there was a nonrefundable fee involved. But this is my dream self and my waking self can lie and pretend I never get that irrationally upset. I think I was so upset in the dream I may have growled in my sleep.

Then the dream meandered quite drastically and I was in a limousine with Draco Malfoy. Apparently we were a couple (and I'll never need to learn to drive with a chauffeur! But, of course, in my dream I'd already forgotten all about that). Then I was flying around my old college campus (sans Draco).

So, yes, quite a bizzare dream, but even more bizzare is how I felt afterwards. Completely relaxed, a feeling that has stayed with me the whole day. Yesterday I was stressed-out, anxious, and overwhelmed. Today I was completely mellow. When I think about what was bothering me so much yesterday, it barely seems to register as a problem. I've gone back to feeling like all I can do is try my best and just not worry about the rest. Which is, of course, always the logical recourse, but somehow today it's far easier to believe than yesterday.

So, hopefully this isn't a sign of some strange mental disorder. (I may be mellow, but I'm still a mellow hypochondriac). I only wish I really understood what shift in brian chemistry caused this sudden peace of mind so I could work at feeling the same in the future. Was it the extra sleep? I usually get a lot of sleep, though. True, the day I was stressed, I hadn't gotten much sleep because I had volunteer training in the morning. So I suppose maybe I just feel better by contrast. But I have a hard time believing that. This is as close to peace as I've been in a long time, no matter how much sleep I've had. Was it some extra vitamin in my food? The only change in life-style lately is that I started putting a nightly mask of honey on my face to soften my skin. Did the honey seep through my skin into my brain?

Or is there some kind of subconscious mediator in my head? Some mix between anger and anxiety management?

Dream Journal #4

I had a dream that I and some other nerdfighters went to John's house to help him demolish his moldy basement walls. I was apparently very good at demolishing walls in my dream, but this may have had something to do with the fact that they were far flimsier than real walls. There were also walls behind the walls. Then John painted the new walls green and put jungle themed wallpaper on them.

Dream Journal

When I was a lot younger I bought a beautiful dream journal that is currently still somewhere among my scattered effects. When I find it, I'll post a picture. One side was for night dreams and has the image of a little girl in a garden at night, standing in front of a hedge maze filled with strange things. If you turn the journal upsidedown, the other side is for day dreams with an image of the sun but I don't quite recall what else.

Anyway, I hardly ever used it for all its beauty. So today I'll share my dream with all of you. I have be having unsettlingly real dreams. These are dreams that it has been impossible for me to distinguish from reality upon waking. They are not scary by themselves, but I've never had dreams so normal that it would even be remotely credible to believe they really happened. For example, one dream simply had me speaking to my sister and mother in our kitchen and, upon waking, I had to ask them to confirm if it had happened or not. But last night I had a good old fashioned nightmare, and I'm actually quite happy because I know it didn't happen. I was just a monster dream. I was in a house with a monster that would roam around. Many other people were in the house, which was a mix of several different apartments I've lived in as well as a shopping mall. I hid in a bedroom that looked like my old bedroom when I was in high school except instead of the furniture I had there were many shelves covered in blankets. I presume the monster wasn't very smart because I was told that if at least 3/4ths of you was covered when the monster came, it wouldn't see you. I spent most the dream worrying my hiding space on a top shelf covered in blankets wasn't good enough but the monster never found me.