Do you keep a dream diary?

I’ve kept a dream diary for years. It actually inspired the novel I’m writing right now. I’ll play this game…

I always write down dreams I have of one particular person who is deceased. Sometimes they feel like visits.

No, but it is an interesting idea.

I rarely remember my dreams.

I have kept a dream diary for years. Dream study is an interest of mine.

Jellies: Please read the details and sign up – this isn’t just a question but a request to participate. Thanks.

@Dr_Lawrence If it’s interesting, what is stopping you from doing it with me?

I love telling people about my dreams, the reason is, so that way I’ll remember them. I once thought about keeping a dream diary, but it seems like too much effort.

Zen, I’ll participate. Just send me a reminder at the end of the month so I remember.

@petethepothead Done. Thanks.

if i believe into anything that can happen. it happens the same thing in my dream. Like if i write down something and then believe into it.. it happens the same thing! the more i believe, the crazier it will be. soo it’s cool. :)

i used to do it on and off two years ago. started again a couple months ago, but i only have like 3 entries. it helped me understand myself way better.

thanks for reminding me. im gonna start this once again.

I have the most bizarre, weird dreams I use to write them down… they were so much fun I would read them before bed or think about them… I use to daydream so much…

No, I have some very disturbing dreams and the idea of reliving them in order to write them down would make me very uncomfortable. I’m scared to explore my dreams incase I learn something about myself or my life that I don’t like. A good nights sleep for me is one where I don’t remember my dreams.

When I dream it’s usually very vivd and I’m very much aware that I’m dreaming. I’ve never kept a diary but when I wake up I lay for awhile and try to remember exactly what happened in my dreams, since I usually have several in one sleep period. I think very few of my dreams have any relation to what’s going on in my life or is helpful in any way…it’s usually just me flying around or matrix jumping because I can and I know i’m dreaming…but I like this idea.

Feburary 1-

I did not awaken naturally this morning and so lost most memories of my dreams before I could record them.

All I remember is that at one point I was standing around a campfire at night with some of my cousins. I do have a very clear memory of the mood of the dream, but this clarity is difficult to describe with words—there was a level of subdued excitement, an almost animalistic instinctual tingling in the air and in my spine. Something extraordinary and exciting was going to happen—a confrontation, perhaps—but that is the extent of my memory. Whether I ever reached that point of excitement in the dream, or what happened when I did, I can’t remember.

There is very little interpretation I can make of such a sliver of a memory. I have been spending some time with some of my cousins lately, which would account for their appearance in the dream. Insofar as I can tell, however, I am not preparing for any sort of battles of the type I sensed looming over the dream.

Thanks @petethepothead!

Dream from Feb. 1

Myself and an unknown person were celebrating our birthdays and it had the feeling of being in front of an audience, like how we celebrated would be judged. It was turn based, he went first and then it would be my turn. For some reason we each began significantly intoxicated, and our actions because of this did not go over well with the ‘audience’. After his celebration ended there was a feeling of disapproval, and when it was my turn it began with the same feeling, but then it went away and replaced with a feeling of amusement. Something happened with a baseball game, and that’s all I can remember.

I used to drink a lot but not anymore, maybe the dream relates to my life in that way. Other than that my actual birthday is in June, and i’ve never played baseball before.

February 2-

I dreamed that there was a “battle” going on at the park down the street from my house. It was a play battle, where everyone was wearing plastic armor and using plastic swords. It was based off of the “Hagar the Horrible” comic strip. I wanted to go, but my mom and sister were home, and I didn’t want them to know I was going. Finally they went to the grocery store, taking my truck. I got my plastic armor from the basement and went to the park. I joined the battle, stabbed people in their plastic armor with my plastic sword and defended myself with a plastic shield. I went home. There were candles burning in the back yard. My mom and sister got home, but the bed of the truck had been filled with water and they had put the groceries in the bed, so the groceries were soaked.

I woke up and went back to sleep, and dreamed that I overheard my dad talking on the phone with my aunt. She had left her income tax returns at our house and was coming over to get them.

I have no idea what these dreams mean. Not damn clue. But a battle like the one I dreamed about would be awesomely fun.

Feb. 2

I was running around the neighborhood being chased by a dragon. I had someone who was protecting me, I think he was a knight. We found shelter in this garage/shack. On one side it had a garage door not shut all the way and on the other was a regular door with a chain lock and the dragon was attempting to get through both entrances. The dragon got me with his tail under the garage door and pulled me through…I didn’t like this so I did a “rewind” and I was back in the garage. The dragon tore the roof off and jumped in the middle of the shack then killed my knight. I killed the dragon with a spear, then the world collapsed underneath me and I was falling…

- At this point I woke up b/c I had to pee, then I went back to sleep with the intention of continuing my dream -

I landed in this industrial style labyrinth with steel walkways, pipe rooms and steam vents. There were a few other people with me and I experienced their perspective at different times. There are many details of this part of my dream, so to sum it all up I found a key, rescued a prisoner (which I think was Adam Sandler) solved a puzzle and killed a giant. One or two of my guys got killed during all of this. This part of my dream ended as I was trying to escape.

I’m at a party talking to this girl, a friend of mine who I don’t see often and we’re telling each other about the dreams we had, and to make sure the other person was listening we made each other repeat the others dream. She remembered mine, but I could not remember hers. Next I remember being at a table with an old guy eating cereal, his wife and some girl. The two women are arguing, the old man gets up to get a beer, and I think it’s pretty early for a beer so I look at the clock, it reads 10:43 and I wake up.

This dream doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t know, random crazy dream.

Feburary 3-

Another day of not waking up naturally. My dog was barking, so my first thought upon waking was “Shut up,” rather than “I should write down my dreams.” So those dreams were lost. I did manage to get back to sleep for a few minutes, and during that time I had these two dreams:

I was riding my bike with someone familiar to me (don’t remember who.) My tire was low and I said something about it, and this person told me it was flat, even though I knew it wasn’t. The person took the tire off the bike, which punctured the tube. The tube, once off the bike, was about 5 times the size of a normal tube inflated. The tube lost it’s air, and I went to my grandparents’ house. I got some bike stuff out of a closet there, and brought it outside. End of memory.

All I remember is that I was in a classroom with a few other people. It was a lucid dream, but I was only half asleep. I couldn’t focus very clearly on anything, though I tried. There was a teacher in the room, and I figured out it was a math class. Then she said we would have a calculus exam. I noticed that the classroom didn’t have any doors or windows. The walls were white. I started to wake up, tried not to, but did.

The bike dream is probably a reflection of all the bicycling I’ve been doing lately, and perhaps a distrust for someone (but I don’t know who.) The classroom dream probably stems from the fact that I just started a new semester, and perhaps reflects some uneasiness I have with classes (I’m not taking any maths classes this semester, but I do have some issues with my sociology class.)

Feb. 3

I was investigating a crime at an airport on the runway, a murder I think. I guess I was a vigilante or something, but I have a feeling that the crime was personal. The cops arrive and I made my escape but they noticed me and thought I was the criminal. Most of the dream after this was a chase. At one point they sent dogs after me, everything went into slow motion as I was dodging the dogs leaping at me. I did get away, but the next thing – I wake up in a hospital/psych ward and I’m young again like 12 years old. They’re releasing me to one of the police investigators at the crime scene. As soon as I’m released to him, I start to run but he stops me and says something like: “If you start running now, there’s no turning back…” I don’t respond, I turn and burst out the door, an alarm sounds and another chase begins. End of dream.

I was surprised I got away, it’s common that I have a chase dream, but I almost never get away, and I don’t always have the ability to ‘rewind’. I sometimes wish i could go back and experience being young again, maybe that’s the significance of going back to 12.

February 4-

I was at home with my parents and sister. We were playing a game where someone asked a question and everyone had try to answer. The question had to be something that the person asking had to already know. I asked “Who was the person who first sailed down the coast of North America and down around South America, and landed on the west coast?” The problem was, I didn’t actually know the answer. So I texted a friend and asked him to look it up for me quickly while my family members were guessing.

Then my grandpa called and asked someone to come over. He had adjusted my grandma’s shoes but didn’t have anyone to adjust his shoes, so he needed help. We went over there and my Grandma was watching television. I stood behind her for a while while everyone else tended to my grandpa’s shoes. Then I went in the other room and found that my grandpa’s pants were down and a naked girl was standing in front of him. She was trying to get pregnant, and my parents were trying to help them.

The next thing I remember is that my father died, but before he died he made me a card explaining that he would miss me, etc. The card also had a picture and a quote from the childrens book “Runaway Bunny,” which he used to read to me when I was little.

Next thing I remember I was at at school on a spiral, confusing to navigate through hallway. Finally I made it to the college library. I had a class I had to get to, but I didn’t know what room it was or what time it met. I frantically looked for a computer, and chose one that someone was already logged on to, because it would save me time if I didn’t have to log in. I opened the site where I could see my class schedule. The person who had been logged into the computer came along and was very friendly. He didn’t mind that I was using his computer. He tried to help me find out what time my class was. Finally I found out that my class was at 2:22, but it was currently 6:02, so I had missed the class. The person who was logged onto the computer had two friends, both female, who had also tried to help me toward the end. I shook all three of their hands and thanked them. They were sympathetic about my missing the class.

I went into the hallway, and took a stairway up to an empty gymnasium. The gym was on the highest floor, and had huge windows that I could see out of. Three girls came up and sat on the floor playing jacks. They gave me mean looks, so I left.

I stood a minute thinking that it was strange, that the school has a president, but Andrew and Ben were the founders. But not everyone in the school Fluthers. I puzzled over that for a while.

I should have noted that I’ve been taking melatonin lately. Those first three dreams occurred on nights that I took a 5mg melatonin tablet before bed. Last night I did not take melatonin.

I really don’t want to try to analyze this. If anyone wants to take a shot at it, go ahead.

Feb 4.

An unknown person and myself were going around town to different locations and doing comedy bits 1940’s style. We did a dozen or so without incident until one place where there was a man drinking beer who would interrupt us, like he would jump in just as I was delivering the punchline. We asked him to leave us alone, but after the first time, we kept seeing him at every place we went, he would be there drinking his beer and ruing our routine. Eventually I got so frustrated I started hitting him after he interrupted us, but it was like he was rubber, my punches would have no effect. There was no resolve to this dream or if there was I don’t remember.

I’m a big fan of Abbott and Costello movies, so I’m sure that’s where the comedy bits came from, and I have a feeling the drunk heckler represented a few immature people i’ve encountered online that frustrate me.

February 5-

I was in an antique store, which was located where a dollar store really is. There were some people there, perhaps the owners of the store, and while I did not feel necessarily uncomfortable_ around them, I kind of wanted to get out of there.

Eventually I did, and once outside, our very own Grisaille came by and gave me a cigar, which I lit and smoked as I walked home. End of memory.

I was at the dollar store the previous day, so that explains the setting. And I talk to Grisaille in the chat room fairly often, so I guess he was in my mind.