When I was young, I was often able to interact with my dreams. I was aware that I was dreaming and would tell people in my dreams that I knew I was dreaming and that they were a dream and I could wake up if I wanted to--I often did if the dream got too scary.
This dream interaction became more and more infrequent and quit altogether by the time I was 7 or 8 yrs. old. So for 33 yrs I have been unable to be a conscious participant in my dreams. Until last night.
I dreamed my grandmother was hanging her socks to dry around the curtain rod that encircled her clawfoot bathtub. I was talking to her when all of a sudden I realized that my grandmother was dead and this was a dream. So I told her, "I know you are a dream because my grandmother is dead. I think I can wake up if I want to." What I perceived as my grandmother was sitting on the window sill. She stared hard at me, closed her eyes, leaned straight back, and became rigid--then her body began to shrink. I woke up.
I have no idea what it means.
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When I was three or four, I told mom that if my dreams got too scary all I had to do was open my eyes. Over the years I have found the ability to steer my dreams quite a bit. And to this day I am very conscvious of my dreams and pay tattention to them, even though they may not really say anything they are very entertaining. I have dreams with beginnings, midddles and ends and often wonder if my mind already has the ending planned out or if I am making it up as I go.
heres my latest..
http://srevestories.blogspot.com/2007/07/ruffles-have-ridges.html
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