My Dream Diary

I was in some sort of ancient civilization (like Egpyt, but it didn't look like Egypt) and my kingdom was under attack. It was very frightening to see so much chaos. But then someone got me near a body of water. He grabbed my neck and either snapped it or slit my throat with a knife and I feel into the body of water. It was suddenly silent and when I opened my eyes I was lined up for something. I saw my sister (I have three but only one was there for now), my cousin and I (sitting cross-legged)on a grassy ramp that looked as though it was suspended in space (there were stars and darkness everywhere but very beautiful). Then my sister said, "Why do you look so calm?"
I said, "Because I will spend the rest of eternity with you."

2nd Dream:
I have not been able to have any dream as of late. It was midterm week, and I hadrly slept let alone dreamt. But when auditions for the school play came along I had one. There is a girl in my school that makes my blood curl with her voice. Lets call her... Jane. Jane thinks she is the prettiest, funniest, hottest thing on the planet. She makes me throw up in my mouth with her very existence.

In my dream, I am incapable of singing. Singing is a large passion in my real life (theater in general. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Yes, theater. No wonder shes so dramatic). And when I opened my mouth in the dream, and nothing came out, I cannot remember ever knowing such a horrible sensation. And then I see her - Jane - she... had my voice! Like in Little Mermaid when Ursula steels her voice. But I could still talk (something I took advantage of and said some quite unlady like things that did not compliment Jane's heritage). I left the pool (which is where I was, can't say why. Another Little Mermaid refrence though) and run towards a hotel phone (another strange fact). I called my sister, Stefanie. She is into theater as well and has been having trouble with her voice. She had several things that were very dangerous such as Acid Reflex and nogiles (in real life) and it was this huge drama. It was scary.

Anyway I cried and cried to her, telling her how we had auditions and I couldn't sing. I attempted to sing, but a horrible shreik errupted. I felt as though my body was in a fever and spazming. Tears streamed down my eyes (and now that I think of it, I think I actually did cry in real life, whilst dreaming). She told me she had no idea what to do. She sounded sorry. I hung up and ran towards the elevator. The last I can remember is me in the large elevator when it started to shake.

-j

1st Dream:
This dream was strangley my favorite dream I've ever had. It was so coherent, like a story.

Very, very creepy/adventurous/scary/intriguing. I had such emotion in this dream, it was crazy. I've never remembered so much either (that’s why its so long). I was excited because it was so real, and at times I felt conscious.
I was in this sort of dungeon cave, with bars and things, as well as normal and beautiful bedrooms. It was like a 19th century mansion that held prisoners (who were tortured - I knew but I don't know how I did). I was being captive, but not as a prisoner. I was there because a mysterious man was obsessed with me. He was sick and maniacal and completely twisted... and yet I couldn't help but be attracted to him (sort of like Phantom of the Opera). Whenever he touched me it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, utterly appalling and yet tragically sensual and irresistible.

Anyway, there were these beings in this house, like ghosts but not as cheesy, and uglier/scarier. I think they died of His hand and were tortured there. They were so scary. I'd walk through the halls and they'd be screaming at me through the bars. They'd push me into the walls of the cave-ish halls where it was dark and I would freak. I am dead afraid of the dark (in real life) and can't take more than 3 seconds in it.

And the man I was talking about earlier, he would just stand there and watch and observe. If I'm not mistaken, he even liked it a little, it turned him on. I'd scream for help and he'd just watch, like I was an experiment. But I knew I wasn't there as an experiment, I was there because he wanted me. He wanted me so badly that I couldn't even comprehend it. I think that was part of the attraction I had towards him, I enjoyed having someone want me that bad. It was flattering, despite it being frightening.

Anyway there was a lot of other things, but nothing important. More of the creepy beauty of the man and the place. In the end I betrayed him and set the spirits free (in this complicated portal type thing). I'll never forget the anger and emotion in him when I escaped and released the spirits.

So very, very strange.

-j

This is my attempt at lucid dreaming. For those of you who care to read this and don't know what lucid dreaming is, allow me to enlighten you:

Lucid dreaming is the conscious perception of one's state while dreaming, resulting in a much clearer experience and sometimes enabling direct control over the content of the dream. The complete experience from start to finish is called a lucid dream. (Wikipedia)

In other words lucid dreaming means you get to do whatever the hell you want when you're dreaming. So for example if I want to - say - make out with Jake Gyllenhaal, violia: there he is. Or say I want to be in a relationship with Jesse De Silva from Mediator: there he is in all his Mexican-y goodness.

You can see, I'm sure, why I wan to achieve lucid dreaming. With it I can release all my fantasies and not have to command them. I wouldn't have to say, "Okay, now Jesse will kiss me and say, 'Querida'". Ohhh no, he would just do it. It would be like I was really there with him.
So this live journal will consist solely of my dreams. Keeping track of my dreams and writing them down will help me achieve lucidity. This is the most convenient way for me to do this because I never have room for a real dream diary and never a pencil.

Forgive me if my dreams are strange and confusing, but they are what they are. I will be completley and utterly blunt with my dreams. I will show my vain, ugly, horrid side. Because truthfully, we all know we have one. I have to be honest here because it will help me in my attempt at lucid dreaming. Not to mention I really doubt anyone will take the time to really read this. Oh, and I might switch the names around for mine as well as others sake.

So without further a due...

-j