It amazes me of the sheer number of articles and blogs out there related to the study of dreams and recording them. I am happy to say I am not the only one who has become interested in this fascinating exploration activity. Until recently, I thought this was a thing that not many people paid attention to, besides doing research. It turns out that after I started to keep track of my multiple, growing night visions, a new world opened up for me, one that was full of surprises and new discoveries. The idea of lucid dreaming, being aware that you are dreaming and being able to manipulate and alter the course of the dream, is something that I recently struck upon in an article on dreamviews.com
Some of the misconceptions that people have about lucid dreaming are presented. It is not a new thing; it goes back at least a thousand years, the ancient Egyptians even experiencing it, thinking it was a special message from above. You don’t need to rely on God and the Holy Spirit to be lucid as well. Lucid dreaming isn’t really taking you into a new world, it all occurs while you are sleeping and video games are more ‘out of this world’ than your own nightly escapades. I believe I have had a few lucid dreams where I wanted to control the outcome or perhaps extend the dream so I could see what happens next instead of it having a loose end. There was a time when I very interested in the scene going on and the only way for it to continue was for me to take control and add my own spin to the events. There are limitations to this of course. I can only alter what is available and I cannot add anything new to the environment. I can only ‘move’ the character that is essentially me (from my point of view). Now if I was very experienced with lucidity I would be able to control almost anything in the dream but basically the surrounding environment ‘springs up’ randomly wherever I go in the dream. It is nice to see the dream play out on its own, without any interference, but when I really get caught up in it, the events feel like a wild rollercoaster ride that doesn’t seem to want to stop. Sometimes I can actually feel my head and heart pounding from the exhilarating sensations happening in my subconscious. One dream, or perhaps nightmare, that I will explain in a later post, involved me running through a bunch of houses and then seeing my dad sinking into a swamp with rats crawling over him, with me walking ahead in the distance thinking he was just a burden anyway. There also were a few dreams about cancer, one where my uncle told my sister that her friend will “get cancer on your birthday” with no hesitation at all, like it was a solid fact. Another one involved me witnessing a bloody execution and then running out afraid that I was next on the chopping block. I’m not quite sure how all of these dreams come about but it seems to come from how I am thinking at the time, my emotions, and what has happened recently in my life.
If you have been following my dream blog, the dreams I recorded so far are from as far back as November 2013. I am basically going in order of dreams recorded, from the oldest to the most recent entry, fixing up things and making it look polished and complete. I hope to continue to get better at analyzing and making sense of the images and sounds I encounter. Putting all of these wonderful experiences I envision while in the dreamscape into a sort of picture storybook would be the ultimate. It does get a little boring and discouraging when I am not having any new dreams to record but I guess if I start getting quality sleep again I will get back on the amazing run of dreams that I was having in the past. And that had never happened at any time during my teenage years or early childhood. This is a phenomenon that maybe signifies that my brain has evolved or matured to be able to draw upon its own memories to create an interesting world where there are no rules or laws of physics. It is my own personal dreamland and I am free to invite anyone or anything into it, not always on my own accord.
What have you ever dreamed about? That might be a hard question to answer because once you wake up in the morning from a dream, you forget about half of it very fast, the details slipping away like water through a strainer. Everything becomes a blur and before you know it, the dream doesn’t exist anymore, never happened…unless you retrieve those precious sights and sounds and apply the pen to the paper.
I have recently, since last year, gotten the urge and motivation to record the thoughts that process through my deep subconscious mind as I am sunk into the far away sleep state known as REM (rapid eye movement). It’s a harrowing journey centering around images, sounds, people, and places that relate to different experiences in my life, sometimes mixed up in some of the oddest ways imaginable. Some are not so obvious, sometimes my mind plays tricks on me, makes up clever puns that when figured out tickle me inside. Getting a dream down on paper challenged me at first, from simply trying to make sense of the images and sounds that seem to rush by quickly with no connection to each other, and trying to remember certain details of the dream, even the dialogue bits, before they disappear into oblivion forever. The simplest dreams are the easiest to remember; they sometimes stay with me for days before I finally get them down on paper and reconstructing them is a piece of cake. It’s the epic journeys and bizarre moments that force me to really concentrate and recollect everything that happened. The reconstruction process consists of getting everything I saw and heard out of my mind, in no particular order. Distractions are not favorable in these situations and moving around will most certainly fog the memories.
From the simplest, to the silly nonsensical, to the plain horrifying, to the out of this world, whisk me away moments, to the deep complex situations, I will record what I dream about as best as I can along with descriptive images. Then I will attempt to provide an interpretation of the dream to see what it means to me, what it symbolizes, and why it happens in the first place.