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Dream journal: the one where I’m a woman (Content warning suicide)


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Quite a long time ago I had a dream where I was a woman (not my gender outside of the dream). I don’t think I recall what I looked like, besides fairly slim and I might have been wearing a dress.

I was at a party, having a good time or maybe not (I don’t remember many details about this dream, because I had it years ago and I didn’t keep a dream journal yet). I think I just watched one conversation evolve, not getting involved myself.

After a bit, I left alone. I think I took my car and just drove away. Over at the party, there had been an orange lamp on the wall, but most of the scene was pretty dark. Now the orange was slowly taking over as I continued driving.

Then I arrived at a cliff. Here the orange was at its brightest, the morning sun had conquered the shadows of the night. I got out of the car and jumped off the cliff.

The suicide wasn’t out of the ordinary for me. In the past, I have often had thoughts about suicide and though I didn’t usually dream about it, it didn’t seem surprising.

I don’t think I thought much of the fact I was a woman in the dream, even thought it was a fairly good experience. Maybe I thought nothing of it because of the nature of dreams, or because at least at the time I didn’t care what gender I was. I think now I might care a little bit, just lucky I was born in a matching body.

I think what did strike me was that I wasn’t myself in this dream, something I had at least not noticed being the case before this one.

I also don’t think I believed you could grasp any special meaning from dreams. However, about a month ago, I heard dreams aren’t all random either. In the Netflix docuseries The Mind, Explained, I learned that the emotions of the day can have quite an impact on what you dream about. Citizens of Germany during Hitler’s rule, for example, had a lot of very dark dreams.

Up until a few weeks ago, I was having plenty of luck, remembering and writing down my dreams. Now unfortunately not so much. So, I can’t examine if my emotions too have quite the impact on my dreams.

Despite that, I did find it odd that the episode stated that only 5% of peoples dreams take place in locations the dreamer doesn’t recognize. To me, this seemed very low, so I checked my journal for a bit and though my dreams take place in unknown places a lot more than 5% of the time, my initial guess, of almost all maybe 90%, is also probably wrong.

Dreams can be pretty interesting.

Dream journal: Salt people


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Today I dreamed that I was a kind of society builder. Kind of like the thing you are in certain strategy games, but I also was a physical person and not just a camera moving around.

I built my society near a portal to something quite different. Near a portal to a salt-based society where people were made out of salt. The salt people had a builder too.

Their builder and I had terms for the kind of relationship our societies had with each other, for example, isolated or integrated.

One day I visited the salt people’s land. Their society, like my own, is focused on specialised areas that create certain things, for example,  there are areas where the salt people focus on gathering salt and areas where they are making a tv show and where they are reproducing. In their society, every area has its own subspecies of salt people.

During my trip, I hear that their builder has almost one platinum coin.

On the way back I save one of the subspecies of salt people, that is responsible for making a tv show, by relocating them from a very crowded area to an area where they have enough space. Once I finished saving the subspecies the dream ends and I wake up.