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Name: Patrick
Country: United States
State: Kentucky
Birthday: 5/22/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Dreams. This site will be used for just that, as my personal dream journal for you to enjoy. I'll post your dreams as well. Just email them to me using the link on this site, or my alternate email; taranlight@hotmail.com. Please include either your Xanga name (if any), or your real name...or both. But you must have at least one with it.
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AIM:  Taran of Baron
Member Since:
4/13/2004
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| Dear lord, how long has it been since I've updated this thing? Strange, isn't it?
Three years ago I wanted so dearly to begin recording my dreams again. I failed, obviously, and even to this day I haven't recorded a dream. Indeed, I haven't remembered my dreams in a long while either. I have no idea if I can still lucid dream, of it this is some ability lost to me within the folds of time.
It is nice, to come back here and read my youth, or even to read my old entries and comments with CelticPaladin. It's also sort of sad. The hopes and dreams I had then are now so much different than the realities I am now living. In 2003, I was going to be a Psychologist, now I am an English Major with a very unstable College career. In 2003, I was going to Graduate with honors. Now, I am a low end alphabetical graduate without a regret regarding my High School performances. Then, I had no thought of love, of marriage, of anything. I put that into the cabinet until I got older. The cabinet door apparently burst open on me. It's just all so strange to come back here.
We don't have very man chances to look into the past. I think the most powerful thing about keeping a blog such as this is the ability to look back through the folds of time, and examine our progress. Perhaps to smile at things that seemed so important, maybe to shed a tear over an unrealized dream. Always, however, it is a very humbling experience.
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| Hey, been awhile since I've updated this thing.
I had a very strange dream last night...
It strarted with me waking up and going to the bathroom. I noticed that for some reason my mouth was very dry. Yet, when I looked in the mirror, it looked like thick black ink was streaming from my mouth. It was not lucid, so I couldn't control myself. All I did was brush my teeth and leave. As I walked out the door, I noticed that I was in a large stone building. A couple of my friends, Rudy and Jeremy included, were there with me. I have no clue how they got there, but ah well. We were walking, and Rudy said that he was worried about an Uncle of his, and he thought that he had died. I said something like, "Well, whatever, I sure he is fine."
We walked out of the building, which was now a small thatched cottage, and a strange landscape apeared. It looked like we were in a feudal japanese village on some sort of mountain, surrounded by trees. The sky was a mixture of blues and purples, and stars and comets were everywhere. It was very beautiful. I remember my parents being there, but I can't remember what part they had in the dream. So me and Rudy, Jeremy wasn't there anymore, walked into another building, which became the backstage of some theatre. There, Rudy once again described his worriment, but at that point a man dressed in a black suit came in. This was Rudy's uncle, and he was happy about that.
I found myself in a supermarket at this point. I wanted to buy an egg that was 4 pounds. I then woke up.
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| Summer is upon us! Woohoo! ^_^
Now, I will begin the task of keeping a dream journal yet again. It should work this time, the only time I will use that bloody alarm clock is for work on Saturday. (I volunteer down at the museum.)
As I've preached before, just be patient. My dreams will come. 6_6
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| I think i've figured out why it's so blinking hard to keep a dream journal. My alarm clock. It sort of 'scares' or suprises me awake, making my dream leak like sand between my fingers. So, i've figured out a plan. For now, this site will be reserved for my occasional rant on anything having to do with the night, sleeping, or dreaming, and in the summertime, when I allow myself to sleep in everyday, I will begin, again, my dream journal. Well, that is that. Thank you, and fare well.
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| Yes, I know... heavy lack of dreams. It's not that I am not dreaming, it's just that a series of unfortunate events have caused me to stop writing down what i've dreamed in the last few nights. By now, the dreams slip like water through my hand when I try to grasp them, but I hope a few precautions i've made before sleeping will help me along. That said, i'm going to give a lecture about the form of dreaming called 'Lucid Dreaming'.
To Lucid Dream, to put it bluntly, is to be able to control your dreams to a certain degree. Everyone does it at least once, but only a few can control almost every dream they have. When I mean control, I mean you can 'will' things to change in the dream. From character to setting to a whole different thing altogether. I Lucid Dream quite a bit, or I used to until I stopped recording a journal. Recording a journal and remembering your dreams helps induce the lucid state, because your conscious mind becomes more familiar with the state of dreaming. I suggest everyone tries to lucid dream. It can be as simple as thinking about it before you sleep, so that in a dream it can be 'triggered' by the realisation that you are dreaming. That is usually all that is needed to induce the state, anyway.
Well, later days.
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