We watched Revolutionary Road last night. Whoa. As a result, I had some pretty funky dreams last night. Oh well. At least now I’m aware of the fact that I am dreaming when I’m dreaming.  I used to get pretty freaked out when I thought my dreams were real.  Learning more about lucid dreaming has helped me a lot.

As a matter of fact, about a month ago I was dreaming and didn’t like that I accidentally drove myself off a cliff and died, so I consciously rewound my dream for a do-over. That’s pretty huge for me. Kudos for not waking up freaked out that I died in my dream. Again. I’d always heard that you can’t die in your dreams, if you do, you are actually dying.  I am still alive, I think, but it always freaked me out.  I’ve died about four times in my dreams but this last time was the only time I was able to turn it around.  I never want to get hurt or die in my dreams so it’s pretty neat to know that I can control them and don’t have to wake up distraught.

In January I bought a book on dreams and a journal to record my dreams each morning.  I have paged through the book but haven’t cracked the journal.  Now that I’ve gotten a handle on everything else going on (ha!), I think I’m going to make a go at tracking my dreams.

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Ashlie J is a blog I found awhile back. I’m not sure how I got there but it was a good find. She’s in Minnesota and I love checking out the things she shares and looking at the pictures she posts. A part of me would love to go back to my home state and reaquaint myself. It’s hard to believe it’s been 12 years since I moved away.