Day 45 of #100Daychallenge
I have a pile of empty journals. One of them will become my dream journal tonight. Tomorrow morning I will record my dreams.When I was 17 and for the following decade, I kept many dream journals. I read books on dreams. I had lucid dreams. I was familiar with my own dream landscape. My dreams were part of my days.
I miss that. I miss that I could do that. This last few years, my inner vision is often foggy and vague. A dear friend of mine tells me that he can drift into light dreams easily. I am jealous of that. I want that.
I still often remember my dreams in the morning. I know that if I paid any small bit of attention, I would have large chunks of recall. In fact, that’s one of the reasons I stopped recording my dreams. It used to be that I didn’t have enough time to record all that I remembered.
I spend too much time online. Too much time looking for something outside of myself when the dream world inside is there waiting too. I want to sleep more. I want to spend more of my life dreaming.