Dream Journal - Entry One

Dream Journaling: Unlock the Hidden World Within

Every night, you journey to a realm where the impossible becomes real, where you fly without wings, converse with strangers who feel like old friends, and experience emotions more vivid than waking life itself. Yet by morning, these extraordinary adventures fade like mist in sunlight, leaving only fragments—or nothing at all.

Dream journaling is your bridge between these two worlds.

It's the simple yet transformative practice of capturing your dreams on paper the moment you wake, preserving the fleeting visions that your subconscious mind weaves while you sleep. More than just recording nighttime stories, dream journaling is an intimate conversation with the deepest parts of yourself—a dialogue with the 90% of your mind that operates beneath conscious awareness.

How It Works

The practice is elegantly simple:

Keep a journal beside your bed. The moment you wake—before checking your phone, before getting up, before the dreams slip away—reach for your journal and write. Describe everything you remember: the scenes, the people, the emotions, the bizarre logic that made perfect sense moments ago. Don't worry about grammar or coherence. Just capture it all.

Do this consistently. Every morning, even if you remember only fragments or feelings. Your dream recall will strengthen like a muscle with practice.

Review and reflect. Periodically read through your entries. Notice patterns, recurring symbols, emotional themes. Your dreams often speak in metaphor and symbol, revealing truths your waking mind might overlook.

Why It Matters

Dream journaling opens doorways you never knew existed. It sharpens your memory, deepens self-awareness, and can spark creativity by tapping into your mind's most unfiltered storytelling. Many people discover solutions to waking problems, process difficult emotions, or even achieve lucid dreaming—the ability to become aware and conscious within the dream itself.

But perhaps most profoundly, dream journaling reminds you that your inner life is vast, strange, and worthy of attention. It's an act of honoring the full spectrum of your consciousness, acknowledging that who you are extends far beyond the person you present to the world each day.

Your dreams are waiting. All you need to do is remember them.

Entry 1: This started towards the end of 2016, when I noticed something was truly wrong with me. I had very stupidly become somewhat dependent on weed and it shows in the way I slowly regress as a writer, adventurer, and overall escape artist when it comes to real world issues. Because of it I lost bindings and connections I had made throughout the years in my recovery and I'm writing this now not for attention because we know I don't need more of that or nothing. But as a warning for anyone who may seek comfort in the stuff:

12/13/2016

I had a dream that I was a superhero (kind of) I was a lowkey metahuman (too much The Flash) and that everyone looked up to me to save them (and junk). Like in every superhero story like ever, I made friends, enemies, and friends that became my enemies (as well as enemies that became my friends).

What I can remember from this dream was that I had met these two siblings sometime during this dream and became their friends as my superhero cover up. One of them (the girl twin) was a human, but her brother (who had sandy brown hair and sky blue eyes and was totally dreamy *cough cough* what?) was known as a Neicoram “a person who can travel through the spirit world and bring the dead back to life” I could count on him to bring me back if I ever died.

My dream became Lucid when my best friend of 14 years found out I was a superhero (or whatever I was) in the middle of a somewhat crowded restaurant. Which caused a scene and created a crowd of fans looking for a chance to meet me. I lost sight of my best friend in the crowd and did the only thing I could do to get away, I flew out of the restaurant. Everyone looked up to see a norm flying. I’m sure some even took pictures, blowing my cover even further. I didn’t care though because I needed to find my best friend and explain my situation.

My search for her led me into a dark underground tunnel with a man named Jepson who only knew me as my superhero cover and was very shocked to find out that I wasn’t always a super freak openly (Which is odd because usually that amount of shock would be given to someone who just found out their friend/coworker was really _________________). But I didn’t care, my best friend was out there, and upset, and I needed to find her. When I did eventually find her after what felt like an eternity with Jepson asking me so many questions about who I was when I wasn’t a superhero, I was overcome with joy. She wasn’t alone though when I got close enough I could see that she wasn’t just sitting there, she was being held there:

NIKKI: Amanda wait!

AMANDA: (as herself) Wait for what? (walks into a trap and violently and painfully gets pulled up by a metal wire and hangs upside a few feet off the ground) Oh… nevermind.

NIKKI: Are you okay?

AMANDA: Are you?

(NIKKI smiles and starts to answer but is interrupted)

When I saw who walked out from the shadows with a smirk on her face, all of the color left my face (I could physically feel it). The person who had caught us was Mage. Mage, in my dream, was my neighbor. Behind her was an alien looking blob thing with tentacles, it left a trail of slime as it slithered behind her.

MAGE: I kind of figured it was you.

AMANDA: What are you doing with that thing? (UPSIDE DOWN points at the slug creature)

MAGE: Who? Him? Don’t you worry about him, yet. Your attention should be on me.

AMANDA: (questionably) Why…?

(JEPSON sneaks across the room to get to NIKKI)

MAGE: (annoyed) Because I betrayed your trust!

(JEPSON pulls out his wire cutters and starts to cut away at NIKKI’s bindings)

AMANDA: (Noticing what JEPSON is doing starts to distract MAGE) Trust? You were just my neighbor you crazy psycho bi-.

MAGE: (interrupts by yelling) JUST YOUR NEIGHBOR?!

AMANDA: (thinks for a moment then nods) Yeah. We didn’t even live next to each other, Isn’t your house like three or four houses down the street?

(NIKKI gets up as the wire falls to the ground, her wrists are slightly red and irritated)

MAGE: ARGH!

AMANDA: So explain the snail.

MAGE: He is of royal blood and He promised me riches and wealth and a place in his kingdom if I brought the Superhero of Scarrow to him.

TENTACLE MONSTER: and you did very good….. Let me take it from here.

I watched as Nikki and Jepson exited out of the room before deciding enough was enough.

AMANDA: actually, I’m really quite bored now. So I think I’ll go now.

I focused some internal energy into my foot, knowing that if it got hot enough my skin could rip through almost any binding. I was only trapped after saying that for about a second and a half before falling on my back. I got up quickly and felt a sharp pain in my side. I looked up at Mage as I felt a stream of warm liquid leave my body, I dropped to my knees. I was dying. I looked at the blade she had stabbed me with and knew instantly that it was made from the material I was the weakest against. And a part of me knew that the Slug monster had given it to her. When I came to, I was floating but the world around me was moving past me fast, giving me the illusion that I was flying. I couldn’t control where I was going, I didn’t even know where or when I was coming from, I just knew where I was headed: the Neicoram.

When I realized where it is I was headed, I was floating past a group of people in a room decorated with old paintings. The walls were a crimson red, making the room look dark and gothic. The Neicoram was facing away from me, his shaggy blonde hair looked soft enough to touch. I reached out to him as he turned around. I was expecting to go through him, like I had to everybody else but he turned to face me, our eyes met and he held his arms open. I collided into him. The floating stopped and I felt my legs give way as gravity took over.

MALEK: There you are.

I looked up at him and then down when his eyes met mine.

MALEK: I’ve been expecting you.

The sound of his voice was soothing, but the shock of seeing him wasn’t. Suddenly my eyes filled with tears and the side where I had been stabbed started to hurt.

AMANDA: How long?

MALEK: 16 months.

I had been dead in my dream for 16 months. Suddenly anxiety filled my chest.

AMANDA: Nikki-

MALEK: (nods) She’s okay, doesn’t understand what I am and what I can do. Especially since it took you a little over a year to find me, she might not take you being back easily. But you were missed.

I nodded and sighed. Nikki was human after all.

MALEK: She blames herself

AMANDA: She shouldn’t. It wasn’t.

The Neicoram put his forehead to mine and I felt myself say what he didn’t want to hear.

AMANDA: I’m not ready to come back.

I pulled away from him, which broke our hearts and I started to float off the ground once again. In my waking psyche I connected this moment to a “breakup” so dream me and dream guy were together sometime in that dream and we had that connection so when I told him that I wasn’t ready to come back it really broke my heart after I woke up too.

I woke up shortly after he disappeared when I floated into another dream. I wasn’t in that dream long enough to remember any of it, but it was connected to the dream I had before it.