I've had some recurring dreams for many years now:
I posted a thread about it a good while ago. Since this thread is newer I'm just going to quote the portions of that thread that relay my dreams. Lately I've had some dreams, but haven't been recording them. I need to remember to charge my AAA batteries to put one into my voice recorder and leave it next to my bed.
I find that it helps to have an audio recorder set up, or a pen and paper near where I sleep to be able to write down what bits I actually remember from my dreams when I wake up. Otherwise I just forget the basic story of my dreams quite quickly.
If I wake up and need to use the bathroom, unless I talk into my voice recorder or just jot down notes on paper right then and there, before I get up and use the bathroom, I will completely forget the whole dream!
Hopefully these tips will help others to remember and share their dreams.
The key to recording your dreams is to do it as soon as you wake up while the memories are still fresh in your mind. They fade rather quickly!
Here are the highlights from my dreams:
I have experienced recurring dreams and themes since about 3 years now, I believe. Unfortunately, I don't have an exact timeframe. I only recently began to record these dreams over the least year or so.
Oddly enough, I have not experienced most recurring themes from the Wikipedia entry.
I have, however, experienced one dream each relating to the following themes listed in the Wikipedia entry above:
- Drowning, or otherwise not being able to breathe. I drowned in mud on a sweltering summer's day, surrounding by a jeering crowd closing in on me, trapped in the confines of a locked baseball field with chain fences and locks.
- Teeth falling out. This one would take a while to explain.
The themes or aspects of my recurring dreams involve the following:
- I often revisit certain places from previous dreams.
- I am often in a large building, or a campus composed of many buildings, sometimes a neighborhood, sometimes a large event or festival. I try to find my way out. If I'm lucky, I can find my way out to a parking lot, or a road, yet I am always lost and I cannot find my way out, though I try desperately and never give up.
- While trying to escape from these places, I find myself discovering what seems to be an exit, but it only leads me into more rooms, or rooms I've already searched through.
- I "know" the people that are in my dreams, but they change all the time. There are no recurring characters in my dreams that I know or have known in person that fit these recurring themes or dreams.
- Often, while trying to find my way out, I will lose my shoes. Sometimes I have socks. Sometimes I am barefoot.
- If I can finally manage to exit the enclosure of buildings, etc. , and I do not have my shoes or socks, it is often raining. Then I am trapped in a large parking lot, desperately trying to find my car. I will use the remote on my keychain to see if my car will beep to let me know where it is. Sometimes I hear a beep. I hardly every find my car, or I will find what appears to be my car, only to be met with disappointment.
- If I do manage to find my car, I cannot find my way out of the parking lot. Or, if I do, I cannot find my way back home.
- If I can't find my car, I will begin to walk. If I walk, I will often revisit previous places from prior dreams. Sometimes I have shoes. Sometimes I don't. Always on foot I encounter the places I've dreamed about previously, and sometimes while taking public transportation.
- On foot, I will try to take public transportation, but the bus, the train, etc., always passes over my intended destination and lets me off somewhere else unknown, or they will not even allow me to use public transportation and refuse my entry. Then I am on foot again, and I encounter the same places from previous dreams.
- I sometimes find myself in high school, or middle school, or college again. I worry about a test or a project that is due that I have not prepared for or have not completed. Sometimes I will attend a certain class several times. Then I realize that I have graduated high school and college both years ago, that I don't need to worry about this. Then I try to escape and the same things I've already listed kick into high gear.
- Sometimes, if in school or on a campus, usually neither of which are very familiar, I will get into physical fights with people who start them with me. I usually win, thankfully, yet I can never escape.
- Oftentimes I will find myself going to work, and stressing out while working there, only to realize, while dreaming, that I haven't worked at these places for many years, that these places in the dream do not reflect reality, and I leave the job... Only to be unable to: Find my shoes, my socks, my car, a way out of the parking lot, or a way out on foot, sometimes finding myself in various locations that I've previously dreamed of, or a combination of everything already listed.
I have NO IDEA what is going on here. I don't mind revisiting certain places on foot when I dream, as I often go to parks, wilderness areas with hiking paths, subterranean passages, walk down long roads in strange places that I vaguely remember from my dreams. These places exist only in my dreams.
There is so much more that I can tell of my dreams, but I've already relayed more than enough information for a patient reader to take in in one post here!
When I was much younger, before I entered my teenage years, I did have one dream about falling from the sky into the ocean.
I panicked, knowing that I might drown. I held my breath in, but was taken deeper and deeper into the ocean. I do not like the ocean. I have a fear of it. I live on the Atlantic coast, so the ocean here is dark and murky. Who knows what is down there? I was also tugged deeply, again and again, at about the age of 7, when I met a random boy while vacationing with my family by the beach. We were jumping into waves. Well, a few waves overtook me and I was afraid that I would never be able to break through the surface to air and familiarity. This is why I have a fear of the ocean.
In my dream, however, I felt as though I would suffocate. My lungs were burning. I couldn't take it anymore and my body instinctively and uncontrollably tried to breathe, sucking in water. I was amazed, however, that I could breathe underwater.
I made my way to the shore of an island. Beautiful white sand. A temperate, sunny day, with cool breezes greeted me as I trudged out of the water. I saw a tan brick structure, a small tomb, farther up the shore. I walked there, and found a sleeping woman. I kissed her. It was magnificent. She awoke. We embraced. Then I woke up.
When I was in my teens, and I had my first kiss, it was just as wonderful as I had experienced in that dream.
I have only died once, that I can recall, in my dreams. I mentioned it in my initial post. It was a sweltering summer day. The sun beat down, unmercifully, baking everything and everyone. A large crowd, emanating from what appeared to be a school building, began to file out, draw into a crowd, and surround me. I was driven toward a fenced-off basball diamond. I was pushed into a corner, a very muddy corner. I began to sink into the mud as the crowd jeered and taunted me. As the mud took me, and I fell deeper and deeper into the earth, their cries grew louder and more raucous.
I felt the hot mud sludging into my clothes, dragging me down, covering me. I felt sheer panic and fear. My vision went black as I went under and I held the last breath of air I took in until my lungs burned. I couldn't control my reflexes and I breathed in, swallowing mud, choking on it. Then, mercifully, I woke up, unharmed.
Last night I had a most strange dream. I would certainly classify it as a nightmare. Unfortunately, every time I awoke, I was just far too tired to reach for my digital audio recorder to attempt to catalog it. As soon as I awoke, I felt woozy. Dizzy. I couldn't remain awake. I drifted very quickly back into sleep, to be greeted again by the continuation of this nightmare. I simply could not fight sleep pulling me back down, although I tried many times to resist it. I don't even remember how many times I was jostled awake, in shock, in fear, sheer terror, before being muffled and drowned again, finding myself trapped yet again in this crazy, chaotic nightmare realm.
I can remember only bits and pieces.
At first the dream was pleasant. I befriended an older man with long silvery hair and a great bushy beard. I recall that, initially, I thought fondly of him. He was a kind old hippie type. He lived in a spacious white mansion, surrounded by wilderness, not far off from where I lived (in the dream at least). I recall having spent a great deal of time with him, enjoying cannabis, enjoying mushrooms. I vaguely recall that I considered him a very intelligent fellow, with whom I had many deep conversations involving many varied topics.
I remember my mother being in the dream. She had a bad feeling about him. She didn't like him. People kept warning me about him. I couldn't see anything wrong with him, though.
I also remember later on discovering that he wasn't to be trusted. I awoke and drifted back to sleep so often, it's all disjointed.
Strange things started to happen. I recall a particular moment during the dream when I was steaming glass jars filled with substrate, however they were steaming while left on the carpet with no heat source. I remember being paranoid, trying to hide them from my mother. In the dream I apparently still lived with her, though the house I lived in is nothing like I've ever seen before in my life.
Small cats kept finding their way into my room. So far as I am aware, in the dream, I didn't own any cats. I kept trying to shove them out of the windows. They became violent, scratching, biting me. I'd get rid of one and two more would show up. I was plagued by cats that were very much interested in scratching and biting me. I became absolutely paranoid of them in the dream. The cat and jar steaming occurred at night.
Then I recall finding out that this jolly old hippie was a violent person. He was pulling one over on me. He wanted to rape me. It's all too difficult to keep track of, really, but it was a very, very bad dream, and being attacked by these cats that I couldn't get rid of was a common theme.
I love cats, but during this dream they plagued me, hunted me.
That's about all I can recall. However, I now remember that there have been other dreams, long past, nightmares, where I encountered cats that attacked me, clawed me, sometimes ripping me to shreds. Sometimes they were house cats. Sometimes they were bob cats. In one dream, I opened up a curious package, put my hands into it, and some wild cat tried to shred the skin from my arms.
So strange. It was only today, after thinking a bit, that I was able to recollect that in past nightmares cats attacking me have played a major part in my nightmares.
Dreams are curious, confusing, confounding things.
I had a downright frightening dream recently.
From what I've written here previously you all know that the most common theme among my dreams, for many years, has been my attempting to get home while always being thwarted from doing so.
Well, I fell asleep and then I found myself in the dreaming.
I was in my room, but it was different. In this dream it was my room, however.
A strong, ominous miasma permeated throughout this dream and took over everything.
I stepped out of bed, as in this dream I was still laying in bed, as though I had awoken, and I got up and walked around.
The walls were, well, it's difficult to describe. They were white and covered with black and gray kaleidoscopic, fractal designs that were morphing and animated. If you grew up in the past and you remember 'static' on the television set, well, combine this with fractals and you can somewhat understand.
I tried to exit my bedroom. I walked out into a narrow hallway that also had these "living walls". There was dead silence. I couldn't get past a few steps from the hallway. I had to squeeze through the narrow opening that my bedroom door would allow me in this dream.
Then I became stuck. I couldn't progress. I couldn't get OUT.
I went back into the bedroom and sat upon the bed.
Then I felt this dark energy. It was coming from the closet.
The closet door opened, squeaking, scarily.
I focused my attention on the door and willed it to be shut.
It shut, but then burst open again in defiance.
At this point, I realized that this was a dream. I had never before had this realization while dreaming before. This borders on the definition of "lucid dreaming", in which one KNOWS he is dreaming.
I focused everything upon me and I drew energy into myself. I glared at the closet door, but it would not shut.
Then I thought, let me go HOME.
I struggled. I focused. I concentrated on myself. I was paralyzed in this dream. This strange, overpowering, almost overwhelming static shock, this invisible prison surrounding me trying to keep me fearful, kept me trapped here in this dream, yet I focused and I slowly broke away as I willed myself to wake up. I closed my eyes and I kept focusing. I KNEW I was dreaming. I wanted to wake up.
I then found myself slightly awake in my real bedroom, but paralyzed. I kept focusing and fighting to wake up and take control.
It took EVERYTHING I had within me to do this.
Then I broke free.
I awoke and sat up in bed.
I saw that I was really awake, really in my bedroom.
I felt triumphant.
I thought, perhaps now I have finally broken through and conquered this ever-shifting labyrinth of dream that had always kept me from coming "home". Now I was home in the truest sense.
I still remember this dream quite vividly.
Instead of wandering around in the dreamscape, fruitlessly trying to find my way out inside of the dream, I did something new and different: I decided to draw upon myself and break OUT of the dream.
I wonder what awaits me in the future when I am sleeping. I do feel very different now, however.
Even when I was "lost" in these dreams, hopelessly attempting to explore, never stopping, never giving up, to find my way "home" and never getting there, now I finally had done so! Now I believed in myself. Now I knew I had to draw from within myself to get "home" rather than being mislead and getting caught up in the nonsense of my dreams that would put so many obstructions before me.
I can't voice enough how transformative this experience was for me.
Perhaps this "home" I had been seeking for so many years in my dreams was merely coming back to myself, breaking away from the dreams and returning to true reality, to the waking.
I just wanted to share. Never before had I felt so able and unafraid to break free from my dreams.
I still hope to dream. Even in those dreams where I could never quite find my way out they were always wonderful. I was always exploring. I never stopped. I never gave up. I always managed to conquer adversaries in this dreamscape and come out on top. These dreams bordered on being nightmares, but I always flung myself deep into the maw of the unknown, unafraid to explore, unafraid and unwilling to stop searching.
And, even more interesting, over the last few months, in these dreams, I had gone farther and farther. I always felt this powerful feeling that I COULD conquer whatever my dreams threw at me in recent times, while awake or while asleep.
Maybe I've figured something out, finally.
I can tell you that now I feel so much more self-assured.
I never stopped trying, and finally I felt strong enough, determined enough, to break free.
I finally have broken free.
It is a great feeling.
Edited by niemandgeist, 01 April 2016 - 04:46 PM.