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So … here I go again, trying to start a continuous dream journal.
I've never had much luck recording my dreams for more than a few times
a week and usually for no longer than a month. But what the heck! I've
had some recent success posting recent dreams here over here at
DreamViews dot com. So perhaps I can use this new momentum to start the
dream journal over again. I've been intending to post and record audio
narratives of current and past dreams from my little hand-written dream
journal (that hasn't been updated in years) for my Dream Podcast that I
started a few months ago. I'll post links to that podcast here and of
course you can always find links to past podcasts at my many different
websitese; Oneironauts dot com, Elfis dot net, SMiles Lewis dot com
etc. Please feel free to email me mp3 audio recordings of your own
dreams for the podcast if you'd like to submit them.
I'm also going to repost here some of the dreamtime postings from
my old zine E.L.F. INFESTED SPACES - Journal of Possible Paradigms. I
used to collect the strange, anomalous, UFO dreams of my own and others
who submitted them to the magazine.
When people ask me why I am so obsessed with these Anomalous Subject
areas I usually reply that's because of my early life ability at
significant dream recall. Dreams have always felt important to me.
Dreams represent our individual (and collective) experiencing of the
paranormal on a daily, or rather nightly, basis.
The earliest dream I've been able to recall is from around 3rd
grade. I remember the house I was living in and have estimated that I
was still in about 3rd grade, elementary school. That seems awfully
late to remember my first dream - I know lots of people who can
remember dreams from a lot younger. Perhaps I do recall some earlier
night terror type dreams — I do recall being frightened in bed at
night back when I was young enough to have those roll bars on the sides
of the bed so I'd not fall out. I remember falling dreams associated
with those first few falls out of the bed. I recall the terrifying
sounds of what I perceived to be approaching dinosaurs footfalls that
were apparently me hearing my own blood pulsing in my ears against the
bedsheets.
But the first real dream that I can recall is a recurring nightmare
I had in early to mid elementary school days. In those dreams I would
find myself deep inside a crystalin cavern, rough rocks with
stalactites on one side and a smooth pane of glass or crystal on the
other side, beyond which I could see an elegant sci-fi crystallin
cityscape, to which I could find no access. I don't recall ever seeing
any activity in the city but I do remember the lonely longing I had to
be on the other side of that glass within the crystal city.
I suppose this could be an early age metaphor for my feelings of
being an outcast always on the periphery of the social cliques
associated with growing up in public schools.
These dreams recurred for a time but I eventually stopped having
them, perhaps because I became more accustomed to thriving on the
fringes of social cliques rather than becoming a full member of any one
clique.
More soon.
SMiles
www.Oneironauts.com
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i,ve been to this crystal city,many times,from a early age up to the present,sometimes by my self somtimes wth others.there somtimes wen i have the place all to myself and sometimes ther are parties gathering but these take place on the upper floors,the ones tht live ther full time a re beings from 6d and up,i have to allow myself expression on the upper floors there are no elevators,everything is a spontaneous thought.wer are you now.i,m happy to hear tht you know of this place too.