This is my personal dream journal. You are invited to explore it for any value you may extract. My primary purpose is to have a place to record my dreams that I can not lose (like one of my hard copy journals). I also want to share how I organize and notate my dreams to facilitate a conversation on ways to improve dream recall, dream interpretation and the lucid dreaming experience.
Thursday, February 18, 2021
Can't make a sandwich
Thursday, January 21, 2021
Three Dreams
Can't Write an Essay Question
I'm in a classroom setting next door friend. We are responding to a prompt to write an essay or a paper. I'm completely at a loss. I ask him if he's having any luck and he seems to be proceeding. I can't even remember the original assignment. I ask him if he remembers Mini mobile something no response. I am left trying to respond articulate do an assignment I can't even remember. When I wake up I am anxious.
Swimming in Dangerous Shallow Pool
The scene jumps to the two of us swimming in a natural but bizarre pool of water. I am exploring and realize there are sharp stone /coral right under the surface. There are bizarre dangerous looking fish also. One of' them latches onto my foot it is not painful but I'm unable to pry it off. It is holding on with some mechanism like a crab or something. my friend comes over and helps me pry it off my foot.
Friday, January 15, 2021
Three Dreams (Needs Notes+)
Thursday, January 14, 2021
Working for the Boss
Working for the Boss
Doing the work
I am working at a site in an old wrecked house. I am very slowly walking around barely getting anything done. I am observing details of my surroundings very carefully. This feature of the dream continues she wrote several scenes. There is a guy I'm normally working for. I'm with a couple of others and we are all shuffling around doing work supervising
On the Street
Now I am with the big boss. He is a young black man with a big entourage including myself in a large open car. Pretty much everybody but me is black. There is a large open pit that looks like it might have been the foundation of a house. It is immaculately groomed. It's hard to say it's clean because it's all dirt. There is a man down in it and I pick a large bun I have and toss it down to him. Rather than toss it to him so he could catch it I just toss it into the pit next to him and he picks it up and starts eating it.
I'm walking around the area that there are many people almost shoulder to shoulder also slowly walking around. They are poorly dressed some only with old sleeveless undershirts, old pants and suspenders, reminiscent of pictures during the depression. But everyone is immaculately clean, down to their fingernails. I comment on it or at least think out loud about it. I make a comment and ask someone who's taking care of all these people.
At the Laundromat
I am in a laundromat pretty much everybody else is black women. We are sorting through tons of laundry putting them in a very organized fashion but kind of over stuffing these machines. All the laundry is white. and not very soiled. I get the idea to separate out another load but there's really no place to put it. At one point the women are doing the same thing and then start putting tremendous amounts of laundry stuffed into these washing machines.
At the House Parity
We are pulling up to someone's house in the car. Looks like there are many people in the house in a lot of noise but we do a very elaborate job of trying to find a place to park. There are no other vehicles in front of the house, right off a city street. We wind up in the driveway just in front of the house. There is not a shred of grass or trash in front of the house. Like much of the dream it has been immaculately swept clean but is very bleak. The yard is all asphalt and there is not real separation between the yard and the city street. Everything is black, there may be soil, it's hard to tell. We go in the house it's crazy crowded with people everywhere. When I come in everybody else that was in the car has disappeared I can see one of the last people walking up ta steep curving set of stairs and disappearing. I look around there's all sorts of people and party supplies lying around. I noticed one other white guy and I imagine sitting down and having a conversation with him and then feel that that would be really stupid.
Wednesday, January 13, 2021
Zen Miniature Golf
Zen Miniature Golf
Wednesday January 13th of the new millennium , 2021I'm in a deep luxurious woods. The forest is rich with trickling water, ferns and luscious decomposed material on the ground. I am however in what appears to be a miniature golf course. Miniature in the sense of ways to move the ball around. It's all putting or small movements The idea of a miniature golf course come from the way I am navigating it, there are no balls or clubs, just waling through a numbered path. Is actually quite expensive. Instead of working through a hole in an orderly fashion, you may get to a random step in be transported to a completely different location. The number suddenly goes from 3 to 11 in the next step. But exactly where I am e is unknown. I imagine that it's a closed system that I work my way through but all my attempts to logically go through the system are unsuccessful. I do not find it frustrating but very liberating. I have a vague notion that I've been transported here from the outside world that's all about money and obligations and business. The beauty of the forest is in nature and while having a task it is very random and unknowable.
While I'm experiencing this golf course game for lack of a better term, I'm also aware that there is a larger course. Something is not miniature anyway. Something that I may experience that will be much broader or much larger areas.
Notes: I went in and out of the dream several times and was able to name the dream and organize it a bit. I woke very happy and at peace,
Thursday, October 8, 2020
Wild Ride in the ADK
Thursday October 8, 2020 10:30 am
(Most beautiful day on earth.)
Wild Ride in the ADK
I am with another guy. He has been working on his car and we take it for a test drive. He is driving very fast. There is no real road, just a smooth grassy path that we are accelerating through and drifting around the turns. There is a clif on one side and beautiful woods, streams and ponds on the other. It is full summer and as we hurtle along I am scoping it out for fishing. I am looking for fish out of the water, as if this is normal. We are now on roller blades and I am tethered behind him still going at a very fast clip. I spot a large trout in a pond close to the trail. I am very satisfied that I can come back and fish later. I comment that this is so easy you could use it as a cab service.Thursday, August 20, 2020
Failed Final Exam in Science Class
Thurdsay August 20, 12:00 pm
Failed Final Exam in Science Class
I am cycling through a series of dreams that take place on a college campus. I am talking to my science class professor, a woman, about the final exam. It is complex and includes a workbook. I have a very large binder but I am desperately looking for something....the work book. I look in my desk and in a drawer that has things stacked from multiple people. I do not see what I am searching for get increasingly anxious.
I return to a discussion my teacher is having with another student, a mature adult, about the details of some reaction or material characteristics. I am wondering if this is relevant to the exam but decide that it is an unrelated technical discussion.
I am now full on panicled and realize that I can not pull the unorganized mess I have as class notes into what it take to go forward. I give up, fail the class and awake depressed.
Notes: Multiple dreams in and out of sleep, common theme..failure at school.
Reality Check: My life is NOT organized.


