Posts Tagged ‘Dreams’

Saturday, December 4th, 2004

Dreams: I continue to have upsetting dreams. They aren’t so much nightmares in the traditional sense, but rather that in every dream I find myself trapped in a situation of helplessness. The situation changes in each dream, but each time, I find myself just stuck in a situation that never ends because I am the only one who knows how to end it and no one will listen to me. It’s sort of a sensation of being half-awake while dreaming. Not quite lucid dreaming, since I can’t control the dream, but more like being paralyzed. It’s the same sensation that you might have if you could see, hear, and sense everything going on around you, and you were aware of everything but could not move a single muscle. I often wake up with the situation unresolved. Perhaps this is why I haven’t been feeling well lately?

Hehuh! I gotta remember to write that one in my dream journal!

Saturday, July 10th, 2004

I had a strange enough dream last night that I figured it was worth recording before I forgot it. So here is the basic summary that I wrote down. It was even more strange because it was incredibly vivid and realistic, but the things that happened couldn’t possibly be real.


I think that maybe all this studying and preparing for advertising finals is really getting to me.

Tuesday, December 9th, 2003

“I am a walking product placement. It’s my job to get you to buy things. See… these markers–$20–buy them.”

(The markers were actually $18.80.)

In the third of my three dreams last night (one good, one absolutely awful, and one that was just strange), I was back at Capital again as a student, even though I am 22. I got to just walk around and choose whatever classes I wanted to go to (since I had already graduated), but I was still somehow a student. Also strange was that I spent most of my time hanging out with a guy I went to school with since grade school (and who lived on the same road I did when I lived in Charleston) but who I never really hung out with much. He is just as old as I am, but for some reason in the dream he was still just a normal high school student. He was in love with this girl who was a freshman and happened to be the (one of many actually) younger sister of another guy that I went to school with. In real life, these two guys were pretty good friends, at least until the second one chose to go to a different high school. The second guy didn’t want the first guy to go anywhere near his sister, because he felt that she was too young to be dating someone older, and was afraid that she would start acting slutty if she knew that guys liked her. This created a sort of Romeo & Juliet-esque struggle, as the second guy and his brother kept threatening to try to beat up the first guy.

I am unsure of my role in all of this, but it seemed that I was mostly just there to watch and to help whoever needed help. I definitely did not fit it, although no one was mean to me or anything. I just didn’t know anybody (except for those two guys) and I didn’t feel like taking part in the high school drama. At one point in the dream, as I was walking through the art store (CHS did not have an art store, but in my dream it did–located where the “special ed” room was in real life) with the first guy, we were discussing what class I had next. I said that I didn’t know, but it didn’t matter because I could choose whatever class I really felt like. I told him that the reason I was there must be to sell stuff to the high school students, and then randomly pointed at some permanent markers and (in jest) told him to buy them.

Lucid dreaming

Friday, November 28th, 2003

I think I just had a lucid dream. It was either a very realistic dream or else I slipped in and then back out of a lucid dream. It began as a somewhat normal dream, and at one point I cloned myself, and at that point, I began to notice that I had some sort of control over what I did in my dream, and then shortly I was actual aware that I was dreaming, and I could completely choose my destiny, but I was actually in the dream world rather than awake. I knew I was dreaming mainly because I was aware that I was the clone of myself and not the original, and I knew that such things couldn’t be possible and that it had all begun as a dream anyway. (more…)