The Dreaming Mind: Waking the Mysteries of Sleep

I was paralyzed in a car accident when I was 17. I'm 35 now and still to this day I still walk in my dreams.

calculus was a nightmare at school until i figured it out in a dream. When I woke up and looked at my homework I discovered I could solve all the problems. that was 40 yrs ago and I've never forgotten that moment.

i remember loads of dreams ive had from being a child to now and ive always felt that some of my dreams are like windows into parallel universes. Its like im always myself in my dreams but in a completely different universe or reality.

My dreams are so realistic that I wake up exhausted from them.

I have always been fascinated by dreams, perception and consciousness. I kept a dream journal nightly for 7 years. By the end of that time, i would remember 4-6 dreams most nights, and the detail of my dreams had pared down and become very direct and explicit. Several of my findings from this personal experiment shocked me, and frightened me, so much so i then spent quite some years trying to forget my dreaming!. One finding i will share, is that fully 1-2/3rds of those dreams turned out to be explicitly precognitive. Now that i am an elder person, i am preparing to record my dreams for the rest of my life. Its too much interesting time to just disregard. It makes zero sense that such an energy intensive and consciousness comprehensive activity would have no reason for existance.

One thing that always fascinated me about dreams was certain geometries inside the dream. Relating to Brian's renovated building dream, I often dream of huge buildings or landscapes also, with crazy geometry. Unique shapes that make perfect sense in the dream. But when I wake up my brain can't make sense of the shapes I saw. I can REMEMBER the dream in its entirety. But when I try to focus on the intricacies like specific shapes, my conscious brain can't picture or make sense of it.

My dreams are more exciting than my real life!!

I'm convinced the dream realm is a place. The scenery, settings, and locations in my dreams have been consistent, since I was a child.

I meet people often who say they don't have dreams, or more accurately they don't remember them. A lot of these people don't even care!!! For some reason, this makes me sad. I would become unhappy if I stopped dreaming, and would certainly care. For me my dreams are like a friend, or like a huge part of me that no one has access to. A private world for me to learn about myself within, and look back on while I'm awake. This makes me feel like the ones who do not dream, are missing out on something major.

My conversations with people in my dreams feel more real and heartfelt then my shallow conversations in real life