Last night's dream was pretty short. I was a painter, and very good—much better than in real life. There were two I was working on; the first was a man riding a brown pinto horse that was rearing in front of an oncoming storm. My mother said "a man" had told her he was interested in my work and might want to buy it.
The other painting was deep blues, purples, and pinks, with turquoise highlights—it was a forest, not unlike that Avatar movie, with a tall faceless figure in the center. I was having trouble finishing it because the canvas kept ripping, but it was turning out really well and I didn't want to sell it.
002. Other Manhattan
Tuesday, September 27, 2016
Sorry I didn't post this yesterday. Didn't remember my dream last night; this is from Sunday night/Monday morning.
Before I came back to where I live now, I went to school in New York for a year. It's my favorite city in the world, and it frequently appears in my dreams as a result — but altered, different. I've come to call my dream-version, creatively, "Other Manhattan", and you'll probably hear about it a lot.
In my dream, I had finished college and was going to move to New York with my friend K. We were packing to leave, and there was some confusion about what I was going to do with all the stuff in my dorm that I wasn't taking with me. Something happened involving a guy that had — I don't want to say stalked, so let's say bothered me a lot during the year. I don't remember much, but I guess we got all my stuff packed, because next thing I knew K and I were on the subway, leaving the airport. I remembered that we had to transfer from Jamaica Station to get to the hotel, but I couldn't remember what line we were supposed to transfer to. We got to Jamaica Station and decided to go to the surface so I could call up a map on my phone. We came up near this beautiful fancy hotel, which I remembered in the dream my previous visits to NY, but I knew it wasn't the one we were staying at. [I'm not quite sure why we had to stay at a hotel if we were moving. Dream logic, I guess.]
I went to get my phone but realized K and I had left our luggage on the train. There wasn't time to go back down through the station, so I ghosted down through the street into the train. There was a bit of delay because to get the bags I had to un-ghost, grab them, and go incorporeal again while holding them, because my hands just went through otherwise. I managed to get the bags right as the train pulled away into the tunnel, and came back up to the surface exhausted by the effort.
Then the dream skipped forwards to K and I walking down an avenue — it had to be 7th or 8th, since it led to Times Square — but we were being followed by someone bad. I didn't know I was dreaming, or become lucid, but I knew I had powers, so I told her to link arms with me. We took tight hold of our bags, and I closed my eyes and imagined the Other Times Square: flashing hotels more like Vegas than NY, the dazzling Broadway theaters, the black glass towers, the incongruous Big Ben-like clock tower. I took one step, eyes closed, picture held, and we blinked dozens of blocks in that single step.
We must have found the hotel, because then I was using my teleporting powers to sneak K and another friend, M, into a theater where a musical was playing. We were all excited, but there was a woman onstage talking about how there had been such a problem with break-ins that the theater would send people to each seat to check people's tickets. The doors had already closed so we couldn't just leave, and we didn't want to get caught. M had an invisibility cloak, though, so we threw it over the three of us and we snuck out through the walls.
I haven't had a dream that vivid — or one involving Other Manhattan — in a while. I'm going to try using it as a visual/mental "spring-board" to try and go back intentionally — focusing on it before I go to sleep in the hopes that it will manifest. If I succeed enough, deliberately going somewhere might work as a device with which to become lucid. Wish me luck!
~Darcy
Before I came back to where I live now, I went to school in New York for a year. It's my favorite city in the world, and it frequently appears in my dreams as a result — but altered, different. I've come to call my dream-version, creatively, "Other Manhattan", and you'll probably hear about it a lot.
...
In my dream, I had finished college and was going to move to New York with my friend K. We were packing to leave, and there was some confusion about what I was going to do with all the stuff in my dorm that I wasn't taking with me. Something happened involving a guy that had — I don't want to say stalked, so let's say bothered me a lot during the year. I don't remember much, but I guess we got all my stuff packed, because next thing I knew K and I were on the subway, leaving the airport. I remembered that we had to transfer from Jamaica Station to get to the hotel, but I couldn't remember what line we were supposed to transfer to. We got to Jamaica Station and decided to go to the surface so I could call up a map on my phone. We came up near this beautiful fancy hotel, which I remembered in the dream my previous visits to NY, but I knew it wasn't the one we were staying at. [I'm not quite sure why we had to stay at a hotel if we were moving. Dream logic, I guess.]
I went to get my phone but realized K and I had left our luggage on the train. There wasn't time to go back down through the station, so I ghosted down through the street into the train. There was a bit of delay because to get the bags I had to un-ghost, grab them, and go incorporeal again while holding them, because my hands just went through otherwise. I managed to get the bags right as the train pulled away into the tunnel, and came back up to the surface exhausted by the effort.
Then the dream skipped forwards to K and I walking down an avenue — it had to be 7th or 8th, since it led to Times Square — but we were being followed by someone bad. I didn't know I was dreaming, or become lucid, but I knew I had powers, so I told her to link arms with me. We took tight hold of our bags, and I closed my eyes and imagined the Other Times Square: flashing hotels more like Vegas than NY, the dazzling Broadway theaters, the black glass towers, the incongruous Big Ben-like clock tower. I took one step, eyes closed, picture held, and we blinked dozens of blocks in that single step.
We must have found the hotel, because then I was using my teleporting powers to sneak K and another friend, M, into a theater where a musical was playing. We were all excited, but there was a woman onstage talking about how there had been such a problem with break-ins that the theater would send people to each seat to check people's tickets. The doors had already closed so we couldn't just leave, and we didn't want to get caught. M had an invisibility cloak, though, so we threw it over the three of us and we snuck out through the walls.
...
I haven't had a dream that vivid — or one involving Other Manhattan — in a while. I'm going to try using it as a visual/mental "spring-board" to try and go back intentionally — focusing on it before I go to sleep in the hopes that it will manifest. If I succeed enough, deliberately going somewhere might work as a device with which to become lucid. Wish me luck!
~Darcy
001. Morrigan
Saturday, September 24, 2016
I can only remember bits and pieces of one dream from last night, and it was pretty short. Morrigan from Dragon Age was looking for her father, but there were some men, mercenaries maybe, looking for her, and I'm pretty sure they wanted to kill her.... I was with her and another woman — nobody specific, just a construct — and there was this dead white tree on the top of a short bluff. The girl and I climbed into the tree, and Morrigan hunkered down among the roots and threw a bedsheet over her head to hide. It wasn't the most cunning disguise, and when the men showed up the woman and I had to pass a D&D-style speech check to convince them we hadn't seen her.
Then we all rode away on the back of a tortoise. It wasn't a particularly big tortoise, as far as tortoises go — about standard Galapagos size, I'd say, but we all managed to fit on top of its shell somehow.
Yeah, so that's pretty standard as far as my dreams go. In fact, I'd say it was entirely unremarkable. My dreams are weird.
Then we all rode away on the back of a tortoise. It wasn't a particularly big tortoise, as far as tortoises go — about standard Galapagos size, I'd say, but we all managed to fit on top of its shell somehow.
...
Yeah, so that's pretty standard as far as my dreams go. In fact, I'd say it was entirely unremarkable. My dreams are weird.
my old camera
Friday, September 23, 2016
I found my old pocket digital camera while I was cleaning my bookshelf this afternoon! These were the only images on it:
This isn't meant to be a photography blog, but the camera is tiny (it fits in my purse) so I may as well post pictures if I snap anything interesting!
~Darcy
~Darcy
introduction
Hello everyone (I say to exactly no one)!
When I was younger I remember being able to control my dreams at will. As I grew up, I lost the ability, but now, with the reality of Adulthood™ beginning to set in, sleeping seems more and more like eight hours' worth of untapped potential.
Also, I remember it was really fun.
I've been poking around on the internet for ways to teach myself to lucid dream again, and the uniting strategy is to keep a dream journal. I do have a physical notebook, but it's messy and I'm a pretty slow writer, so I've been jotting down the gist of what I've dreamt and then typing up full summaries once I'm a little more awake.
Most of my dreams are bizarre, hilarious, or both, though, so I thought I would share--plus maybe I'll have the opportunity to interact with other like-minded dreamers if I put myself out there.
Ta for now,
~Darcy
When I was younger I remember being able to control my dreams at will. As I grew up, I lost the ability, but now, with the reality of Adulthood™ beginning to set in, sleeping seems more and more like eight hours' worth of untapped potential.
Also, I remember it was really fun.
I've been poking around on the internet for ways to teach myself to lucid dream again, and the uniting strategy is to keep a dream journal. I do have a physical notebook, but it's messy and I'm a pretty slow writer, so I've been jotting down the gist of what I've dreamt and then typing up full summaries once I'm a little more awake.
Most of my dreams are bizarre, hilarious, or both, though, so I thought I would share--plus maybe I'll have the opportunity to interact with other like-minded dreamers if I put myself out there.
Ta for now,
~Darcy
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