Just bought a dream journal

[yousir]

Are any of you actually analysing your dreams?

[Rareboy]

I love when I have sex in my dreams. Ever since I was pubescent. And then they were usually wet dreams.

I will recount my nightmares the morning after...particularly if they are horrific and apocalyptic...which they have tended to be from the time I was 6.

My nice dreams...they don't stick with me.

[East]

I think a dream journal could be really helpful.

I never remember any sex in my dreams...but I had a terrifying dream that lasted for years...and the creepy part...one would begin where the last one ended.....

I learned a lot from those dreams...a lot...really valuable insight....

I didn't talk about what I learned...but in 2010 here https://gayspeak.com/showthread.php?t=14...mbie+dream I did a recap (I was eastofeden)....

After all these years..today..what fascinates me the most is how much I vividly remember....even now...

[Radbot42]

So I was asked to put some dreams up here and here are a few:

This was last nights

At a college dorm moving in. My room consist of 2 guys and one girl. Jeff is the single guy and Peter is dating the girl. There are three beds. 2 twins and a double for the couple. The girls across the hall were total bitches. I'm completely nude when I walk in and the roommates are confused, but they don't seem to mind it. I tell my friends to not worry about Jessica, the queen bitch across the hall. Later that day Jeff and I are walking down the hall and I see a very attractive guy. I tell my roommate that I will see him later, I want to introduce myself to this guy. This guy has a short trimmed beard, stocky and shorter than me. His name is Doug. I walk into his dorm, and try to flirt a little. The guy catches on instantly, and asks me why guys in the building are trying to get in his shorts. I tell him it's because that he's a hot guy, and we can tell that he's carrying a big package. I also tell him that I'm not trying to make that big a move. I just want to introduce myself, and see if anything was there. Peter thanked me, and we somehow ended up cuddling. Back in my room, I talk to the couple, and jokingly tell them that they should try switching roles and have Peter be the bottom. The next day I come back to the room and I catch the girl with a strap on giving him a wild ride. They keep going and don't care that I walk in and finish with me there. After they are done, Peter is ecstatic about how good that was.

All of a sudden I get a text from Jessica. It is about a Disney movie, and it looks like she is trying to frame me for copyright infringement. The movie clearly has something to do with her. We somehow end up in a Disney attraction. This is a cave full of attractions. We run into Walt, and he tries to give us all these gifts. Jeff and I think that he is trying to trick us. We decide at the Jurassic Park attraction that we will make a run for it. I notify Doug, Peter and his girlfriend. Doug is the only one that listens. We get to the attraction, and while Walt is trying to give us more things. Jeff gives the signal. The three of us make a run for it. We make it to the main entrance, but the doors are locked. We look above and see we can get on top of these structures. And from there we can escape through a window. Doug gets up there fast, and with a little help from him, I get up there too. Jeff clearly can’t make it. The security guards find us, and take Jeff away. We gave up on trying to save him, and break a window. We get on the roof, and before we make a run for it Doug gives me a long good kiss, and tells me there's more of where that came from when we get home.

I didn't have any names except for Jessica and Walt so I made up the rest to make it easier to read/write

This one was about a month ago:

I had asked for a new bed and was offered a corner bed or a center bed. I picked the corner bed. When I found out that the corner bed would completely change my room's setup I got upset. The next day I woke up and we are going on a family vacation. I went to sleep and when I came to we were at the Sistine Chapel. However, this chapel had 100 floors. This wasn't a vacation either, we were moving to the Sistine Chapel. This was where my new bed was. As we were walking inside we were told that no visitors were allowed, and that our rooms were on the 50th floor. My brother and I didn't care about the no visitor rule and brought friends over on a regular basis.

One day my brother and I were rushing to our rooms. We were racing our friends to see who could get there first. I was the first one at the elevators, and made sure that no one else would use this one. I door shut right as they got there. As the elevator was climbing a moved and somehow the elevator jolted. It kept climbing. When it reached the 100th floor the light showing the floor we were on started to show an error. The lights then started flashing random nonsense. I started to panic. With no warning the elevator started to fall. I could see the ground getting closer and closer through the glass windows of the elevator. Suddenly everything stopped. I could see a pile of clothes next to me on the floor. They were the same exact clothes I was wearing that day. I immediately started rummaging through the clothes (mine and the ones on the floor) for something to write a note with. I found a pen and some paper in my shorts and wrote a note to myself warning what will happen. I put the notes in the other clothes, and they vanished before my eyes. The elevator then began to fall as nothing happened. I looked out the window to watch my end.

[meridannight]

i've thought about keeping a dream journal, because sometimes i have these really cool dreams. i remember i was on an alien planet in one dream not too long ago, and i was fascinated by it whatever it was that was in my dream. then there are more down to Earth dreams, but where the scenario is really intricate and ingenious, actually. more than once, i've thought about actually adapting one of my dreams for the screen.

i also have recurring themes. i am flying in many of my dreams. that, by far, is something that occurs most often in my dreams. sexual dreams are extremely rare for me (only a few have occurred the past 20 years). but the flying thing feels so real it's unbelievable. i get an actual physical thrill out of it, that when i wake up it's always disappointing.

i've also figured out i was dreaming in my dreams (once it was because i couldn't feel the clothes i was wearing in the dream, and because i couldn't feel my arms that led me to deduce that i must be dreaming, which turned out to be correct when i woke up). those dreams have been really cool, because i feel like i've gained access to my higher logical centers in the dream, as opposed to just watching things unfold (as it usually happens). i've been able to cue in on the actual sensory information (or lack of it) coming in from the real world, and make a reasoning on that and prioritize it over the internal dream information. that is fascinating.

one thing i'd like to point out -- i don't really ''see'' my dreams. they're impressions, rather than ''seeing'' anything. i never see people's faces, for example, but i know who they are in the dream. i don't see colors, but i know when something is blue or green, etc. it's because my brain knows what any of that looks like and it is probably the associative processing that's responsible for either its recognition or manifestation itself.

[Jettalove]

Several times a year, I seem to get on a "lucid dreaming" kick. It always happens early in the morning, around 5 or 6am. I don't know what triggers it but it just lasts a week or two. I fucking love it! I've had amazing experiences with this.