The following takes place between 6 am and 7:50 am on Wednesday 8th of July. I remember as I woke up and looked at the time.
The dream started with me dreaming about me, my mum and brother going to see my granddad and nanny. I remember thinking this was weird but did not know why. I then thought I knew why it was weird my dad was not there. This was not abnormal as he does not get on with my mothers parents that well. It was then that I noticed that granddad looked very much like my dad, even had my dad’s moustache. I then tried to tell other people in my dream about this. My granddad did not like what I was saying and my mother was telling me that I was being rude. I then said well I can prove it I will take a photo of him and compare it. So I got my phone out and took a photo of him and wow is the only word I could answer with it. The photo was very wrong. I took a photo of my granddad and got a photo of a newspaper, with two pictures and some words that I cannot remember. I then showed him and he said he did not like his photo taken. I tried again as I was becoming to realise this was a dream. Everyone tried to stop me but I kept pushing them away so I could take more photos. Every time I took a photo it looked more stupid like it was of a period woman dressed in some weird dress, after I took a photo of my granddad. I think the reason what really clenched it though as my granddad has never sat in the front room of his house. It was made into a living room after his death. Before his death it was a store room.
I then for some reason fell into another dream. I was walking around eating meals and seeing lots of people I knew. My teacher from college walked past me. I quickly told her about my journal asked if she had read it yet (something I had done at college). She said she was in a hurry and to see her after summer. I was disappointed as I wanted to talk to her about lucid dreaming.
I then woke up, well, I thought I woke up. My phone went off with the alarm and woke me up but the house looked weird and where I was sleeping was under the window where a cupboard normally is. I then did something weird I tend to do when half a sleep and checked my phone for the photos in my dream. I was telling myself they would not be there when to my amazement they was. I ran to the bathroom as I needed to go to the toilet. I opened the door and my dad was sitting on the toilet and said “do you mind?” I then said I need to look in the mirror and he said “oh not more of this again”. I did not say I thought I was dreaming only that I wanted to look in the mirror. I looked into the mirror and was shocked by saw, I looked normal.
Well I looked very pale and movement was weird. My lips looked more like they was getting bigger then going small when I moved my mouth open. I then thought I should try and find another dream sign so I looked at my hand and wow. I could not keep my hand still it looked like my hand was always moving from side to side. This meant I could not count my fingers clearly it also looked as if I was clenching my hand when I was not.
I then looked back at my dad still sitting on the toilet and he was going on about how this means nothing. I then replied quoting my earlier post “if you ask people in your dream if you’re dreaming they will say no”. He laughed and left the room. I then went back to looking at my self in the mirror and kept moving my lips and then a cut started to form and blood was there.
I then woke up. I sat there for a bit amazed I was able to have another lucid dream.
Oh one other note, I did not have cuts on my hands in my dream that I do have on my hands in what we call reality. I did not notice this in my dream but did when I woke up and checked my hands. I should also note I have been taking vitamin B. What really gets me if it tends to be Wednesdays and I feel this is really weird, I only can remember my dreams on Wednesday? If the weirdness didn’t stop there it happens in the morning. After I have woke up once to check the time. This brings me to the point the changes to my life since my first dream is, I am going to bed earlier on a Tuesday, I am taking one vitamin B in the morning and one in the afternoon (meant to be one a day) and I am sleeping in bed where as I normally just crash out on the sofa when I am tired. The fact they have been on Wednesday I feel is because I am going to bed earlier the night before. I do remember remembering my dreams when I used to go to college and I used to go to bed early the night before then. Oh well maybe I will see next Wednesday.
The dream started with me dreaming about me, my mum and brother going to see my granddad and nanny. I remember thinking this was weird but did not know why. I then thought I knew why it was weird my dad was not there. This was not abnormal as he does not get on with my mothers parents that well. It was then that I noticed that granddad looked very much like my dad, even had my dad’s moustache. I then tried to tell other people in my dream about this. My granddad did not like what I was saying and my mother was telling me that I was being rude. I then said well I can prove it I will take a photo of him and compare it. So I got my phone out and took a photo of him and wow is the only word I could answer with it. The photo was very wrong. I took a photo of my granddad and got a photo of a newspaper, with two pictures and some words that I cannot remember. I then showed him and he said he did not like his photo taken. I tried again as I was becoming to realise this was a dream. Everyone tried to stop me but I kept pushing them away so I could take more photos. Every time I took a photo it looked more stupid like it was of a period woman dressed in some weird dress, after I took a photo of my granddad. I think the reason what really clenched it though as my granddad has never sat in the front room of his house. It was made into a living room after his death. Before his death it was a store room.
I then for some reason fell into another dream. I was walking around eating meals and seeing lots of people I knew. My teacher from college walked past me. I quickly told her about my journal asked if she had read it yet (something I had done at college). She said she was in a hurry and to see her after summer. I was disappointed as I wanted to talk to her about lucid dreaming.
I then woke up, well, I thought I woke up. My phone went off with the alarm and woke me up but the house looked weird and where I was sleeping was under the window where a cupboard normally is. I then did something weird I tend to do when half a sleep and checked my phone for the photos in my dream. I was telling myself they would not be there when to my amazement they was. I ran to the bathroom as I needed to go to the toilet. I opened the door and my dad was sitting on the toilet and said “do you mind?” I then said I need to look in the mirror and he said “oh not more of this again”. I did not say I thought I was dreaming only that I wanted to look in the mirror. I looked into the mirror and was shocked by saw, I looked normal.
Well I looked very pale and movement was weird. My lips looked more like they was getting bigger then going small when I moved my mouth open. I then thought I should try and find another dream sign so I looked at my hand and wow. I could not keep my hand still it looked like my hand was always moving from side to side. This meant I could not count my fingers clearly it also looked as if I was clenching my hand when I was not.
I then looked back at my dad still sitting on the toilet and he was going on about how this means nothing. I then replied quoting my earlier post “if you ask people in your dream if you’re dreaming they will say no”. He laughed and left the room. I then went back to looking at my self in the mirror and kept moving my lips and then a cut started to form and blood was there.
I then woke up. I sat there for a bit amazed I was able to have another lucid dream.
Oh one other note, I did not have cuts on my hands in my dream that I do have on my hands in what we call reality. I did not notice this in my dream but did when I woke up and checked my hands. I should also note I have been taking vitamin B. What really gets me if it tends to be Wednesdays and I feel this is really weird, I only can remember my dreams on Wednesday? If the weirdness didn’t stop there it happens in the morning. After I have woke up once to check the time. This brings me to the point the changes to my life since my first dream is, I am going to bed earlier on a Tuesday, I am taking one vitamin B in the morning and one in the afternoon (meant to be one a day) and I am sleeping in bed where as I normally just crash out on the sofa when I am tired. The fact they have been on Wednesday I feel is because I am going to bed earlier the night before. I do remember remembering my dreams when I used to go to college and I used to go to bed early the night before then. Oh well maybe I will see next Wednesday.
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