February 20th, 2008
Dream Flight
I don’t remember most of my dreams and I wonder if I am forgetting the best. The best I remember was when I could fly. I don’t care if it is cliché. I can barely imagine how it would feel to forget that one. How would you feel if you forgot the best dream you ever had?
Transcriptorial: I have forgotten all the dreams / I dreamed would never end.
How would I know if I’d forgotten me best dream? I’d like to think I’d wake up feeling refreshed and inexplicably wiser. All kidding aside, I do know when I’ve forgotten wonderful dreams. I remember them in the morning, forget to write them down, and later that evening they are gone, leaving behind this sense that I’m forgetting something of immeasurable importance. I’ve been on a roll lately, remembering 3 dreams in 3 nights. Still not as good as when I kept a regular dream journal, capturing several distinct dreams each night.
I still remember my best reoccurring dream throughout childhood. I would discover a hidden room underneath the basement staircase. It was a white room full of stuffed animals, and I would roll around in the softness for hours. That was it. Hard to find a deep meaning in that, but it did help me invent a childhood game called “Scrambled Eggs” where my friends and I rolled around in blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. That is, until the inevitable head/knee/elbow collision. I never found the secret room though.
sex sex sex
i was very young, perhaps only five or six. i dreamt that i was with my mom and brother and the circle of friends we always celebrated solstices and equinoxes with. We were together in a forest and it got dark. I noticed I was alone. There were eyes glowing from the bushes. I saw a fox step out of the hedge and start coming toward me. Frightened, I ran to the cabin I knew everyone was hiding in. I pounded on the door, crying, “let me in! Let me in!” The fox was coming inexorably toward me.
Then I was running through the bushes with animals I could not see, but knew were there, free and alive and feral.
The best dream is reality.
If not - make it.
This made me think about not only dreams but states of mind that I thought would never end. But they did. A new question always comes up to occupy your mind and hopefully it’s better than the last one.
I like this comic.
Thanks for the comment. That is an optimistic view on things, that letting go of one moment, dream, or mindset permits the next to happen.
The most exquisite sense of happiness and well being I have ever experienced was in a dream. I can still access the sensation, even though this happened more than 25 years ago. I hang on to this feeling as proof that I was once, however fleetingly, supremely happy. Of course being a dream, a member of the Canadian men’s downhill ski team was involved, though this was not in any way a sex dream. My dreams are usually horrific, though my life is not at all. I have learned to be a dispassionate observer, and sometimes even succeed at lucid dreaming to redirect the scene. I treasure this long ago moment of being happy in a dream.
I’m sure I don’t remember the best dream I’ve ever had. I’m don’t worry about it though becuase I have little control over over it at this point. The nightmares are the ones that seem to stick in my memory. This is good to a degree though because it makes me cautious.
The dreams where I have to pee also seem to stick in my mind, if for no other reason than when I wake up I immediately realize why I was having that specific dream.
i never sem to remember the good dreams either, not even first thing in the morning, but i remember alot of nightmares and some im left not with a memory, but a sick feeling realization and inevitability. i find this interesting as i so rarely feel these thing in day to day life; am i repressing something, or is thissomething i suconsiously want in life, more terror, more drama?
They only dreams I seem to remember are ones which are both immediatly before I wake and also quite unusual. Two that have stuck with me are: first, one where I heard my alarm and then proceeded to excuse myself to all the people I dreamed I was with before waking up. The other was a trick that my subconcious played on me. In order to wake early in the morning for lectures I use my cell phone as an alarm, this is beneficial for two reasons, first it will not stop going untill I stop it so I cannot sleep through it and secondly because the vibrate setting is not so loud as to wake the people in the neighbouring rooms. Unfortunately, however, the vibrate is exactly the same as when I recieve a call, so to keep me in my warm bed my subconcious made me dream that I had been recieving prank phone calls and so the best thing to do was just ignore my phone and let it ring. Sure enough, moments later my alarm goes off.
Usually, my best dreams are adventures. And when I wake up, after a complicated array of events that probably takes an hour of my night but roughly a week in ‘dream-time’, it usually takes me five minutes to forget all but the last few moments, that I’ve struggled to repeat to myself in order to tell someone else of that dream.
Is that failure to put the dream into one’s long-term memory a clear indication of what’s an illusion and what’s not?
What about the people who learned to have lucid dreams, and can recall them to the last detail when they wake up?
I’ve seen a movie once, with the protagonist being a role in someone’s dream. He knew he will be destroyed once the man wakes up, but he also knew he had a mission to do.
How many worlds to we destroy every time we wake up?
I’m a dreamhawk level lucid, and can guide and control my dreams as well as remember them if I desire to… There’s more there than just musings of sorting data. Just beyond Dream are the Spirit Paths…
i would die
The drawing brings to mind Eric Idle in ‘Brasil’. The metal birdwing rig he sported in the cutscenes…
My two best dreams were vital messages for my soul. Though after nearly 20 years the details have become blurred, the messages are still as fresh as the morning I woke up feeling wrapped in their love. I can never lose them because they are now part of me and have informed my life ever since.