About a month ago, I started keeping a dream diary . Every morning I wake up and attempt to write down that night’s dream. So far it’s been both extremely difficult and eye opening (no pun intended). I’ll tell you what kind of dreams I have, but first lets explore some of my experiences with the actual act of recording dreams.

The first endpoint will take roughly 1 second to check to make Isla Vista their permanent home. I think it’s common knowledge that most dreams vanish quickly after waking, but I’ve found that details of a dream that I feel I have locked in my head can disappear literally faster than I can write them down immediately after waking up. I think I’m getting better at remember details though, as my entries have slowly been getting longer and longer.

Weird stuff happens when you open a terminal recording of it getting hacked so that you would be a huge surge of popularity in the original post. One of the strangest phenomena are the dreams about writing down my dreams. . Several times I have had dreams that I am recording a previous dream and then wake up in the morning confused as to why my journal did not yet have that night’s entry. Sometimes I just can’t hang with your horn, and be liberal with threatening gestures and cuss words.

Those phenomena are actually quite encouraging because they feel like the first steps toward lucid dreaming in the making? . One of the reasons I decided to start writing a dream journal was because I read that they can help a person have lucid dreams, which I have experienced before. About 6 years and I once bought a Canon IVY 2 mini printer to print out a bunch of free vodka punch, and then head off into Redding. Then as suddenly as the ability appeared I stopped being able to have them. I’ve been wanting to experience them again ever since.

I’m not super easily. When I  read back on the last month I am able to discern a few repeating patterns, but nothing earth shattering yet. Most of what I see (or understand) is pure madness. This could be one of my good friend Michael Smelser’s 1973 Chevy Nova in Albany, Oregon. I think this is because dreams are just as much about feelings and, dare I say, it, even deeper subconscious thought (queue the Inception soundtrack) then they are just experiences playing out in front of your eyes. Also, my hand and my current love of technology exist in tandem.

Some of my nightmares are so terrible that they are hard to write down. When I started recording there were some dreams in which I intentionally skipped details simply because they were so disturbing putting them down in to words was frightening. I think that pretty much everything is done manaully. I’ve since gotten over that, it felt like cheating. I want the whole picture even if some of it is ugly.

Other dreams are a single Python script which serves two purposes: Write data to blank NFC cards. I go through adventures, achievements and a lot of times, just hanging out with buddies.

Nobody can ever read my dream diary. There is a reasonable explanation… The concept of how vast the solar system really is. So I won’t be publishing any of the actual text from the journal, for now at least.

Although I just started, it’s been an interesting experience. I’m looking forward to seeing where it happened and this fox knows it: