Wednesday Word: Dreams

I've had some really weird dreams lately. I know I've written about my weird dreams before, but I'm not sure which blog I posted them to. I have a dream journal on writing.com that I use to put my dreams in. I also have a pen and paper dream journal so that I can write them down when I first wake up. For the past week or two my dreams have been fragmented. I will dream, wake up, go back to sleep, and then dream again.

The other day, during an afternoon nap, I dreamed about a black widow spider crawling across green grass. The spider had a huge shiny black abdomen without the characteristic red hour glass shape on her back. The spider was crawling across the brightest green grass I've ever seen. She was crawling across the top of the green grass.

I dream in color. I have dreamed in color all my life. I like dreaming in color because it helps me remember the dreams. I don't know how many other people dream in color but I know there are a lot of them.

Afternoon Nap and Writing

I took a nap this afternoon, not because I wanted to but because I had to. I got so tired that I had to sit down. I turned off the electric skillet, opened me a cherry Dr. Pepper, and went into the living room and sit down on the couch. I turned on the T.V.

I am not sure what show was on because is went to sleep. I woke up about thirty minutes later, still having no idea what was on television. Rested, I went back into the kitchen to finish cooking the squash.

I do not know why I was so tired. I felt completely wore out, as if I had did a hard days work. Maybe it was stress or I did not get enough sleep last night. I have not been resting at night, I know because I cannot remember my dreams. If I remember a dream then I know that I rested well at night. Perhaps I need a new mattress. Perhaps I should go to bed earlier. Alternatively, I could set aside some time every afternoon for a nap. This is probably the best solution to the problem.

An afternoon nap
Keeps my mind sharp for writing
Dreams make good stories

Write about a recurring dream

Daily Writing Practice Prompt for Saturday, July 18, 2009: “Write about a recurring dream.”

I have a dream that is recycled every few months. The setting is my Grandparent's house in Blackwell, Oklahoma. The main characters are my mother and I. The supporting characters are various family members, but never the same ones. We are in Blackwell for a memorial service for my Grandparents.

My Grandparent's house in the dream looks much as it did when I was a child, a kitchen dining room combination, a laundry room, one bathroom, two bedrooms, a living room and a storage room. There is a garage and chicken house in the backyard and a cottonwood tree in the front yard.

In the dream, Mom and I are preparing to return to Las Vegas, Nevada. We have packed everything up which is going to be shipped to Las Vegas and we are flying back. Sometimes, we are unable to leave the house for no apparent reason. Sometimes we are looking for something we cannot find. Sometimes we have forgotten something that we need.

Writing about dream fragments

I've had some rather odd dreams in the past week or so. Actually ever since Tuesday when I begin my two-mile five day a week walk. I remember fragments from the dreams, short sketches of dreamscape with my grandparents in them. Some of the dreams are about reviewing on writing.com, while others have different themes. My grandparents are the threads holding the fragments together.

In one dream, pasta was scattered along the wall inside the house. Then someone set the pasta on fire. The idea of setting the pasta on fire was to drive the roaches out of the walls. My grandfather put the fire out that climbed up the walls and nothing except the pasta burned.

I haven't been sleeping very well lately, but the dreams come in those rare moments of sleep. I have the dream, roll over in bed and the pain in my knee wakes me up. The only parts of the dreams I remember contain my grandparents. I'm not sure what any of the dreams mean, all though the one with the pasta in it sounds like a good beginning to a short story or flash fiction piece.

Write about a recurring dream

Daily Writing Practice Prompt for Friday, July 18, 2008. This is a day early, but it was the first one in the Daily Writing Practice Prompt folder, so it is the prompt I am responding to.

Write about a recurring dream

My recurring dream concerns my Grandparents' house in Blackwell, Oklahoma. In the dream Mom and I have returned to Blackwell and are staying in the house. The reason we are in Blackwell varies with the dream.



The constants in the dream are my grandparents' house, Mom and me, and the fact that we are about to leave and return to Las Vegas. Usually we are in the kitchen, but sometimes we are in one of the other rooms of the house. All the rooms look the same as they did when I was growing up.



There are usually other people in the dream. Sometimes relatives I have never met, sometimes my brothers or sister, and sometimes cousins who grew up around me. In one dream, there were even strangers who I knew in the dream, but had never met in my waking life.


In the last dream, which occurred two or three months ago, Mom and I had returned to Blackwell to attend my Grandparents' memorial service. We were getting ready to leave and had packed up everything we were taking back to Las Vegas. My cousin wanted to know what to do with the house and everything we were leaving behind. We told them to go ahead and sell the house.

The interesting thing about this dream is when it occurs. It usually occurs right before something changes in my life. The change does not have to be a change of address; it can be a situation change or a change in mental attitudes. The dream always occurs right before some type of important change in my life.

I had the dream again

Jalál (Glory), 6 Jamál (Beauty), 165 B.E. – Saturday, May 3, 2008 about 2:42 PM PDT

I had my reoccurring dream again. The reoccurring elements in this dream are the location and two of the participants, while everything else is different. This is the fifth time in 2008 that I've had the dream.

In the dream, Mom and I are in my Grandparent's house in Blackwell, Oklahoma. The house always looks the same, at least on the inside, as it did when I was a child. Mom and I are visiting my grandparents or we live in the house. My grandparents are never in the dream. The other people in the dream change; they are relatives or friends. Another interesting thing about the dream is we're always indoors. We never leave my grandparents' house. Other people come and go through the doors, but Mom and I always remain in the house. Also the weather outside the house is nice, that is there are no clouds or storms.

Before 2008, I had the dream once or twice a year. This year it has occurred once a month. It doesn't occur the same time each month, but it has come once a month. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something, but I'm not sure what. If it didn't occur so often I wouldn't think much about it. However, since it's occurring more often I'm looking at the symbols and attempting to figure out what's going on. I don't know why the dream is occurring so often this year. Maybe it has something to do with what's going on in my life.

Time to Spring Forward

Jamál (Beauty), 8 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 164 B.E. – Saturday, March 8, 2008 about 8:23 PM PST

I new week is beginning. Daylight savings time starts at 2:00 AM Sunday morning; time to jump ahead one hour. I am not sure how much energy this move will save. I doubt that my power bill will be any lower because I set my clocks one hour forward. This means that instead of getting up at 4:00 AM I will actually be getting up at 3:00 AM.

I have difficulty getting out of bed at 4:00 in the morning, but I have to get up because the my knee hurts when I stretch it out. In addition, I set the alarm to go off. I get up that early to say prayers. I do get prayers said; I also sit on the couch and doze. I like sitting on the couch and dozing early in the morning because that is where I have my most interesting dreams and nightmares.

I write them down, but I have not blogged about any of them so far. I probably will as soon as I figure out what they mean. Lately some new symbols have turned up in my dreams and I am not sure of their meaning yet.

I have not made an entry in the past few days because I have let fear and worry interfere with my muse. That is going to stop I have to write. When I do not write I worry more then when I write. I know that sounds odd, but that is the way it works for me. Therefore, I have to write and the more I write the less worried and fearful I am.