Dream Journal - Entry 2

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 2: Sometimes our dreams blend the stories we're living with the fantasies we've always carried. brought one of those vivid, unsettling narratives—the kind that stays with you long after waking. I found myself December 20, 2016 had been one of those nights cast as a lost princess at my own celebratory return, only to have the night torn apart by a vampire attack. What started as a royal party descended into chaos, and in the middle of it all, I discovered that Jonathan, my beloved in the dream, had been transformed into one of them. What followed was a strange mix of betrayal, desire, and transformation that left me grappling with my own new reality as a vampire. My friends—Gerard, Jessica, Eric, and Lily—became my lifeline in the aftermath, helping me navigate this new existence even as I struggled with an unfamiliar thirst:

12/20/2016

Last night I had a dream that I was a princess who became a vampire. Let me back up some, because I kind of understand why I had a dream like this one. Yesterday I started playing a game called Fire Emblem Birthright, and vampires……. well……..I’ve always had a thing for them. Anyway, in the dream, I was at a party to celebrate my “return” because I was a “lost princess”. It was going well, like most “royal” parties do, until we were attacked by …. You guessed it…. Vampires! Suddenly the royal party became a royal disaster. Everyone was screaming and running, being attacked and even killed by these vampires. Bodies began to pile up and I could feel it, my anxiety was through the roof. I ran inside of a tent to collect myself. But I wasn’t alone. I felt arms wrap around me and pull me into a body I screamed and turned around to see what was my beloved in the dream. Once I realized it was him, I felt a sense of relief, but something still didn’t feel right. So I told him:

AMANDA: Show me your teeth.

He started to laugh, at that moment I knew for sure.

JONATHAN: (GRINS AFTER LAUGHING) You always were such a smart …….cookie.

The way he said cookie made my skin crawl.

JONATHAN: Ever since we were little. You were known throughout the castle as our very own “Princess Detective” and that’s what you were weren’t you? A detective?

He was totally mocking me.

JONATHAN: If you hadn’t gone downstairs….. None of this would have happened. No, no, wait… none of this would be happening like it is happening now. Yea, that sounds better.

He stepped closer and I backed up.

Flashbacks to when I was kidnapped montaged in my head, two regions came to attack my family that night, I just didn’t know the Vampires were one of them.

JONATHAN: They wanted you. But they bit me instead, because of you… I am this….

He stepped closer again, I backed up feeling the sleeve of the tent, I could make a quick run for it amongst the chaos that was happening outside. But I was too late, Jonathan, my beloved, grabbed me and pulled me back inside the tent. He now had superhuman strength, I couldn’t break free from his hold. No matter how hard I struggled. He ripped at my dress, the sleeving just over my shoulder fell, letting the front loosen just a little to reveal the top of my breasts. He held me there for a moment.

AMANDA: If you’re going to kill me, then just kill me. Don’t tease me.

JONATHAN: Teasing is the best part…

His lips slid across my chin just under my ear. I could feel his breath as it brushed against me. It tickled ever so slightly. He pulled at the front of my dress, it ripped even more leaving my breasts fully exposed. His hands grabbed them and held them, his thumbs and index fingers squeezed at my nipples. I moaned. I didn’t mean to moan. He laughed. He knew it’d make me react.

JONATHAN: If you let me, we could spend an eternity loving each other's body like this…

His lips brushed across my neck, it was cold but gentle. His right hand stopped fondling my breast and slid under what was left of my dress. His hand pushed between my legs and his fingers slid inside of me. I didn’t want to admit it, but it felt good.

JONATHAN: Oh! (SMIRKS as I lift up) There you are…

It felt so good and so wrong.

He kept teasing me for what felt like forever, but at that moment I wasn’t complaining. I felt my knees weaken as he moved his fingers faster. I moaned gently and bit my bottom lip, holding back my moaning just a little.

JONATHAN: It’s okay, let it out.

He licked my neck.

JONATHAN: (WHISPERS) It’s just you and me….

He kissed my neck, gently sucking on it as he kept fingering me and pinching my nipple.

JONATHAN: (WHISPERS QUIETER).....Forever.

I felt his teeth sink into my neck. I screamed in a pleasurable pain and felt the warm blood slide down my shoulder onto my chest. I felt weaker in the knees and the tent around me began to fade into black. I felt the ground as I fell.

When I came to, I was surrounded by a few of my friends from outside of the castle. Gerard, who was a stable boy, Jessica, who was a blacksmith’s daughter. Eric, who was a common thief that liked to gamble with the Guards. And Lily. Lily was Jonathan’s younger cousin who was adopted into their family after her mother was eaten by wolves …… poor girl.

GERARD: Oh good, you’re finally awake.

AMANDA: ….Thirsty……

JESSICA: I have some water.

I watched as she dug into her pouch. I was covered by a nappy blanket, probably belonged to Gerard. It smelled a little like a stable, but that smell made me happy.

AMANDA: …..No….

ERIC: I knew it! You were bit! Gerard… we have to kill her.

LILY: NO!

I closed my eyes for a moment, everything was pounding, my mouth ached, my head throbbed, and everyone seemed to smell different. It was disgusting….

LILY: I didn’t expect Jon to actually do it…

GERARD: The Prince?

Lily nodded.

AMANDA: ….Thirsty…..

Lily grabbed the knife that was on Jessica’s belt and slid it across the palm of her hand. She held the oozing wound over my face. The taste of her blood as it dropped into my mouth was like ice cold water in the middle of a desert. I grabbed her hand without thinking about it and sucked on the wound gently. Lily moaned a little from the pain.

ERIC: Stop it!

He pushed Lily away and grabbed the knife. I looked up at him, my eyes tearing up as he slid on top of my body. I felt the blade as he plunged it into my chest, I yelled in pain. Anger filled my lungs and for a split second I lost control. The blanket landed on Eric as I flipped him on his back, knife still plunged into my chest as I got on top of him, I was naked and the air was cold, but at that moment I didn’t care. I snarled and pushed his head onto the ground feeling his dick between my legs bulge I rubbed on it and lunged at his neck. Before I could bite him, I came to my senses and pulled away.

Eric sat up and watched as I crawled away from him and curled up. Gerard and Lily were the first to walk towards me. Gerard with caution, Lily with understanding. They leaned down over me.

GERARD: Lily, maybe you should do it.

LILY: I was thinking the same thing.

Lily grabbed the handle of the knife.

LILY: Amanda, this might hurt a little, so be patient.

Lily grabbed my shoulder as leverage and quickly pulled the knife out of my chest. I let out a sharp scream and felt myself get angry but bit back the anger so I wouldn’t jump on her. I did however, grab her hand, hard. The hand she had cut so that I could drink. Lily winced in pain but didn’t say a word as I brought her hand to my lips again.

My friends watched as I sucked on Lily’s hand until I was content. I watched as Lily fell back a little and looked at her hand.

LILY: (WEAKLY) I need something..to bandage… this.

Gerard and Jessica worked together and ripped a piece of their clothing off and quickly bandaged Lily’s hand. Eric got up and brought the blanket over to me. He covered me gently and as he did he said:

ERIC: (SOFTLY) I’m sorry Amanda…

I looked up at him and shook my head before burying my head in the nappy blanket. The smell of the horses was a gentle escape from the dream that was still kind of an anxious nightmare. When the dream changed, I was standing up outside of the tent with my friends. I was wearing the blanket as a dress now and they were trying to get me home. Jessica and Lily had made a juice box filled with blood for me. And every few steps, I took a sip from the child’s straw. I woke up shortly after this.