Jessica Carbine 30 Day Challenge Days 1-6

Jessica Carbine


30 day challenge days 1-6

I am going to gage allot of my project through out 30 these days on what kind of dreams I have and how memorable they are. As I said in my introduction many of my dreams have become unmemorable and sleeping has become a chore. When I was writing regularly this wasn't the case, so one of my hopes in writing more is to have more enjoyable dreams and maybe even gain some control over my dreams since most things I've read on the subject of lucid dreaming say writing down your dreams is the best way to claim control of them. I am also going to post in 6 day intervals because 6 is easily divisible by 30, every 6 days I have a summery of my week so if I don't get to post every week I can still be accurate with my postings.

Days 1-6 Feb 15-21 Thursday-Wednesday

This first week I couldn't really allot of my dreams most of them were just feelings, or the events in them were so scattered I couldn't make sense of them, but it wrote down what I could. I found that if I actively tried to remember my dreams I couldn't remember them at all, but if I relaxed and took a passive approach to recalling my dreams I could at least remember the jist . I wasn't expecting much this was my first week after all. So I was surprised when  on Saturday I actually had a dream worth writing about.

It was sort of a lucid dream I was tired and couldn't sleep but I manged to dose a bit so I still felt a little consensus in this dream. I dreamed about my Grandmas  house, I grew up in that house because my grandma needed to be taken care of early on so form age 6 on we just lived with her. Memories of that house are still very precious to me. When I was 14 my Grandma died and due to some unfortunate events the house was taken by the city and demolished there is nothing left now. This event still haunts me in more ways than I can explain, so I tried not to think about it much.
In the dream the house was still whole I went through every inch starting from the basement of it remembering the feel of the carpet and the furniture and the comfortable clutter. I remembered the smell of the fireplace and the pictures on the wall along with the murals my mom painted, in my room, in the kitchen and on the doors. I also remembered the yard and its surrounding all the trees I used to climb and the creek I would play in. It was comforting but, I knew it was a dream which made me sad, for the past few years I have had this intensest feeling of home sickness and I guess I always will but that dream helped me think about it in a different light.