Post by mikeralls on May 24, 2007 11:55:37 GMT -5
Well, I'm doing more and more of the exercises reccomend in the Lifewrite book, so I've just started my first Dream Diary; one of the exercises recommended to increase creativity and auto-analysis.
Here is my first entry;
Morning of Thursday, May 24th 2007.
I was walking down a path in a overly grown suburban environment. There were houses all around me, but the path branched to the left and went into some more heavily shaded areas. It looked like it might have been someone’s private property and I didn’t want to intrude, but that was were the path led and I was scared I would get lost if I diverted from the path so I continued to move forward. More and more it looked / felt like I was in someone’s lawn, and then I saw two huge dogs in he distance. They didn’t look mean, and they didn’t look happy, but they did look puzzled why I was there. I really wanted to turn around then, but I figured that if I had gone this far I should just plunge through and get to the other side and if the person’s yard I was trespassing on complained I would apologize and say it looked like it was part of a public path. So I moved closer and closer, and then one of the dogs started barking in an angry tone. He ran towards me and I was scarred. He reached me before I could do more than yank my hands away. The odd thing was, that as he reached me, he shrunk from being a tremendously large dog to being a small one who I had nothing to be afraid of. But I still didn’t want to cause trouble so I ran down the path and looked for a way out. There was a chain fence blocking my escape. The fence was tall, but it had many many doors. But as I reached each one, I found the door locked. I shook the chains and the door, but they would not open. I was very frightened at this point and just wanted to get back to the street, but I couldn’t find any opening. And then I realized I was being poisoned. Some carbon-monoxide like substance was surrounding me, and my thinking was growing dim. I had been thinking and seeing clearly in the dream so far, but now I could feel my mind growing woozy, and my vision began to distort. Objects began to warp and waver in a sinister manner. I knew I was approaching the point where I would pass out, and if I passed out I would die of poisoning. I saw one door that was open and unlocked and stumbled towards it with all my will. In the door was an old lady, vaguely in eastern European peasant attire, the crone archetype in retrospect. I feared her, but I feared the poisoning and distorting that was going on in my mind more so I ran towards her and the door. I was dieing, and I knew I had to make it to the door to live. So I ran towards the door and towards the woman. She was blocking my escape, but I would do anything to get out and escape the poison; I was prepared to slam her out of the way. But as I reached the door and her, she grasped my hand with a smile and I realized that I was dreaming and that I had to awake or I was going to die. I was in the door, or maybe a little outside of it, and the poison was receding, but I still had to wake up, wake up, WAKE UP.
And I awoke with a start. No typical morning fogginess, but fully and completely aware of who I am, where I was, and that I had been dreaming.
And that’s my first dream diary entry.
Anyone else starting a dream diary? Any advice or suggestions based on personal experience?
Here is my first entry;
Morning of Thursday, May 24th 2007.
I was walking down a path in a overly grown suburban environment. There were houses all around me, but the path branched to the left and went into some more heavily shaded areas. It looked like it might have been someone’s private property and I didn’t want to intrude, but that was were the path led and I was scared I would get lost if I diverted from the path so I continued to move forward. More and more it looked / felt like I was in someone’s lawn, and then I saw two huge dogs in he distance. They didn’t look mean, and they didn’t look happy, but they did look puzzled why I was there. I really wanted to turn around then, but I figured that if I had gone this far I should just plunge through and get to the other side and if the person’s yard I was trespassing on complained I would apologize and say it looked like it was part of a public path. So I moved closer and closer, and then one of the dogs started barking in an angry tone. He ran towards me and I was scarred. He reached me before I could do more than yank my hands away. The odd thing was, that as he reached me, he shrunk from being a tremendously large dog to being a small one who I had nothing to be afraid of. But I still didn’t want to cause trouble so I ran down the path and looked for a way out. There was a chain fence blocking my escape. The fence was tall, but it had many many doors. But as I reached each one, I found the door locked. I shook the chains and the door, but they would not open. I was very frightened at this point and just wanted to get back to the street, but I couldn’t find any opening. And then I realized I was being poisoned. Some carbon-monoxide like substance was surrounding me, and my thinking was growing dim. I had been thinking and seeing clearly in the dream so far, but now I could feel my mind growing woozy, and my vision began to distort. Objects began to warp and waver in a sinister manner. I knew I was approaching the point where I would pass out, and if I passed out I would die of poisoning. I saw one door that was open and unlocked and stumbled towards it with all my will. In the door was an old lady, vaguely in eastern European peasant attire, the crone archetype in retrospect. I feared her, but I feared the poisoning and distorting that was going on in my mind more so I ran towards her and the door. I was dieing, and I knew I had to make it to the door to live. So I ran towards the door and towards the woman. She was blocking my escape, but I would do anything to get out and escape the poison; I was prepared to slam her out of the way. But as I reached the door and her, she grasped my hand with a smile and I realized that I was dreaming and that I had to awake or I was going to die. I was in the door, or maybe a little outside of it, and the poison was receding, but I still had to wake up, wake up, WAKE UP.
And I awoke with a start. No typical morning fogginess, but fully and completely aware of who I am, where I was, and that I had been dreaming.
And that’s my first dream diary entry.
Anyone else starting a dream diary? Any advice or suggestions based on personal experience?