I read somewhere, (maybe here on ATS ?) that a good way to achieve the lucid dreaming state is to start a practice of writing down your dreams.
For a few weeks now I've been writing down all I can remember from the most significant/memorable dreams I have.
It's a slow process, as I always had a bad time recalling dreams as I wake, but the amount of info I can recall is becoming greater I think.
I haven't totally 'woken up' during a dream yet , but I have noticed more vivid dreams, and an increase in vey symbolic imagery.
Just wanted to share a few, and maybe get some insight?
(Yeah I hate the term dream journal, it sounds too much like a new agey thing, but hey that's what it is I guess
I was standing in the backyard of my old childhood home, there were two old chained dogs with me I was playing with.
I threw a stick and unleashed one of the dogs to go and fetch it.
The dog disappears for a long time, (running towards the woods behind the house)
I get really upset after a while, but notice a crow or raven flying and swooping down near me with something on its beak.
It drops it, and I find it's a yellowish dull metal key (I don't think its gold, although that's what I would have preferred)
(I think) the bird picks it up again as if beckoning me, so I follow it for quite a while through the woods until I reach a little hut.
I find the dog had been taken and hidden in the hut (I couldn't remember if someone had kidnapped it or how it got inside the hut)
But it wasn't very well, in fact I think it was dying as I got there, lying sickly on the floor.
That's all I remember and it left me quite shaken and sad when I remembered it and wrote it down, to be honest.
The symbolism of the old dogs and the yellow key left me scratching my head.
In another one, I was out having lunch with a woman (It could have been my girlfriend or just a friend) in a hot sunny place, (the open air restaurant
I think it was a mexican food joint?)
She was dark, (I can still clearly see her face, of somali/east african features) and beautiful, but very skinny and frail.
I think I loved her, and we were very close.
In one scene we were ordering the food. I ordered first, some food and water.
But then we were told there was only a set amount of water to be given, and there was not enough left for her.
So I gave her my water instead.
Some people came by, and I think they started to comment on her, maliciously, maybe on how skinny she was, or that I was with her.
As we got the food I kept telling her she looked so frail and that she needed to eat more, but she said she was fine, and not that hungry. Throughout
it felt like she was slowly pulling away from me, retreating to some kind of internal loneliness toward the end.
This dream felt like s**t when I woke up, obviously. (an underlying sense of dread and sadness to it)
Another one. I was on a top of a cliff or a sandy ravine overlooking the ocean, with my brother.
Somehow we fell and slid all the way down to the sea.
We see this really long white structure over the water, made of tubes of some hard white material and white rope, reaching over to the other side of
the sea, and realise its our only way out the water
We climbed on it all the way to the top, where a kind of rope bridge was, and started navigating it.
I have great difficulty going across, whilst my brother is so agile.
After a while some of the ropes start giving in under our weight, I panic but my brother is unfazed and smiling. There are also some other people
coming, going through the opposite way.
Here I black out, falling a long way down to the water.
But I wake to find myself safe at a beach, (my brother had saved me, and had carried me to safety, swimming)
I don't know if maybe I'm attaching more importance to them, just because I'm writing them down, but man are they starting to feel more vivid and
'meaningful' when I wake up.
Has anybody here experienced the same?
edit on 15/6/15 by athousandlives because: (no reason given)
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