There are many talents that left neglected go away, many muscles that if never used, are lost. Remembering dreams is one of the least known of these. A minor bit of information before I recount my dream.
If you want to remember your dreams, one of the best methods to develop this muscle is to keep a writing pad next to your bed, when you wake up, before you think, before you get out of bed, write down what you remember. It starts small, but as you make a habbit of this kind of thing, before long you’ll remember more than just one dream a night, and from then you’ll move to two, and three.
Why do you think it’s good to be able to recall your dreams? (Other than just entertainment)
It was dark, there was a blue hue to everything as I walked into the room, my sister was frantic, her blond hair framing her face as she looked up to me, her hands clutching something I couldn’t see… there was a pleading in her eyes, and I felt for her. “What’s wrong?” I asked, her worry causing an edge of panic to my voice, she looked at me… “They’re after me. They’re mad at me, and they want to kill me.” It’s as clear as any dream, she then opened her hands and inside each hand she held a dead fairy. She explained who they had attacked her after she accidently killed one of them with fire… she showed me to the place in her room where one of these mythical beauties had been burnt to near ash.
I know how to make it better” she whispered as her placed her burden on a shelf, she opened an old book, wrapped in leather, with black wax dripped across the symbols on the cover, this was a witches book. She turned to a page and called out with reverence how these two lovely creatures would be ingredients for a spell that would forever repel the fairy people from her… saving her from further attack for what she had done.
This is where the dream shifted, what came next was no less fantastical, but it turned darker, the hue went from blue to red, as I was chased by a demon through a series of underground caves, I found handful after handful of exotic gems.








July 25th, 2008 at 10:09 pm
I guess clapping wouldn’t have worked on a burnt up fairy.
That is a pretty crazy dream..I love fairies!!!