This journal's been defunct for two years; I dare to shake it up if you'll dare to listen ( Read more... )

this one was fucked up ( Read more... )

I had a chasing dream! There was a psycho who led me on a car chase, and then I ended up in a big empty house full of hallways being chased-- but I was chasing myself. The dream ended when I (chaser) caught up to me (running). or more when I was caught, as I wad POVing the running-- and, well, it ended with me looking into my own frantic and insane ( Read more... )

xD I blame the liberal media ( Read more... )

My dad woke me up with a phone call so I don't remember most of the dream, but there was a blind boy, probably four or five, very paleblond and blue eyed and for some reason, I was responsible for him now, and I went to ruffle his hair like I do with kids and he smacked my hand away and glared at me ( Read more... )

I dreamed about a vaguely Egyptian kind of setting (I blame this on watching the early SG-1 episodes), a sort of convention or tour that turned into a trial. There were lots of people, mostly 20-to-40 year old men; there was one other teenage girl, and two or three older women. We had to go across a chasm twice-- once on a rope bridge, to a ledge ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream ( Read more... )

People: Me, Kristin, Kierstin, David Carr, Krissy Schwarz ( Read more... )

My psychiatrist told me I should start keeping a dream journal. Most people would get a notebook for this purpose. I just recycle a LiveJournal.

dachan is no longer a friends-exclusive auxiliary journal. It is now a mostly-open record of my dreams, in as much detail as I can manage to remember them. Overly sexual, violent, disturbing or private dreams ( Read more... )