I need to use this more
I know. I say that every time I come back here. Sometimes with years between. I just don't feel like talking about my life anymore. But I need to change that. Maybe this mindless writing thing is connected to my desire to draw. I do remember sketches in my old journal that I started in middle school. (if only it hadn't fallen apart).
I've been trying to dream lately, and lucid dream at that. I found a message board, that while a bit slow, is kinda just a place for people write their dreams down. Sometimes people actually talk about them. I have had a few lucid dreams here and there, but I never made them happen. And honestly my mind didn't want me to stay there. The first comically stopped me from what I was doing after a while, the second gave me what I was looking for in twisted ways, and the third literally tried attacking me, before parlaying me to leave the place where I was lucid and go back into the 'good' dream. I think I have to find out what part of me doesn't want me to lucid dream and make peace with it.
As it is, I'm going to try to write my dreams down here as often as I can, and share the more interesting ones with that message board. I didn't write down yesterday's dreams like I should have and they were gone too soon. The last dreams I wrote here, which I had completely forgotten about, kinda blew my mind, which prompted me to post. I mean, Hindu gods pointing me toward a sacred temple for beings who don't want to admit they are dead, getting to meet one of my heroes/mentors that really wouldn't have wanted to be there, and then deciding that I would be the one to fight my way back to the living? This is why my best friend tells me I'm a shaman. I could at least use these dreams to write some awesome stories.
I've been trying to dream lately, and lucid dream at that. I found a message board, that while a bit slow, is kinda just a place for people write their dreams down. Sometimes people actually talk about them. I have had a few lucid dreams here and there, but I never made them happen. And honestly my mind didn't want me to stay there. The first comically stopped me from what I was doing after a while, the second gave me what I was looking for in twisted ways, and the third literally tried attacking me, before parlaying me to leave the place where I was lucid and go back into the 'good' dream. I think I have to find out what part of me doesn't want me to lucid dream and make peace with it.
As it is, I'm going to try to write my dreams down here as often as I can, and share the more interesting ones with that message board. I didn't write down yesterday's dreams like I should have and they were gone too soon. The last dreams I wrote here, which I had completely forgotten about, kinda blew my mind, which prompted me to post. I mean, Hindu gods pointing me toward a sacred temple for beings who don't want to admit they are dead, getting to meet one of my heroes/mentors that really wouldn't have wanted to be there, and then deciding that I would be the one to fight my way back to the living? This is why my best friend tells me I'm a shaman. I could at least use these dreams to write some awesome stories.