I suppose this is as good a place as any to start a dream journal. Looking back on my posting history, I know I'm not that consistent with posting, and it also seems like I have several blogs that I never search for. So having all my sporadic writings in one place shouldn't matter all that much.
This really shouldn't be dream journal #1, as in the past I've only really been talking about one dream, and this first journal will be a continuation of that dream tracking. It might become a tracking of other dreams, but given my history with these things, I somehow don't think it will.
I had the dream again. Actually, I've had it twice, but I didn't record the previous one, which occurred in early January. I don't remember that one much, so we'll skip it for now. I'm not sure why, but for this one, I feel compelled to give as much detail as has remained with me now hours after the dream ended.
She came unbidden into my thoughts. I remember walking along a trail of some sort, a steep hill to my left, and I was coming upon a path that lead up to my left, and there, at the beginning of that path, was where she stood. She turned to face me, a fierce, perhaps challenging look in her eyes, and I said to her "I visited your mountain" and then the dream shifted focus to me "remembering" visiting a place where she had stayed up that trail at some point.
We walked, and we talked. She told me things she said I probably knew already. She was wearing jeans, and her hair was down to just below her shoulders. I remember saying that I personally didn't like wearing jeans - I don't like the feel of them - but preferred the pants I was wearing (which is like a cotton/polyester khaki pant), but we didn't discuss that much.
She wanted me to lift her up in my arms; she faced me and put her arms around my neck like she was hugging me, and I lifted her up and carried her like that. She was nibbling on the top of my ear, and I found that very arousing.
She was happy. I was happy.
I woke up from the dream, and felt pure joy. I lay there for a bit reflecting on what I had just dreamed, and then went upstairs and looked at the only clock my blurred vision (lack of glasses) would let me see. It was 5:18am.
I'm not sure why any of this is necessary to record, but my experience with these things has taught me to record it anyway, and wait for the significance to come much, much later.
