I've been thinking about starting a dream journel for some time now. I am something of a heavy sleeper; I can sleep 12-15 hours at a time and push my REM dream sleep for 4-8 hours roughly. I've had some of the most amazing dreams that fade away into a tapestry of lost memories.
I will start with the dream that was my inspiration to start this journel. The details are a little more fuzzy since I waited a day to write it. A ton happened in the dream but I'll skip to the important part.
I walked into a class, thought it was the wrong class, left and came back late after discovering I was supposed to be there. It was a class on other worlds, or other dimensions. The teacher was this cold, shrewd looking woman with something of an emotionless or uncaring facial expression. I found a seat and found that most of the rest of the class was already taking notes on what was written on the blackboards all around the room.
I looked through all of the information and thought of it as a bunch of nonsense. Not one bit of it made any sense to me at all. I refused to even start writing it down and spent my time observing the class. Eventually the teacher went up to the front of the room to start her lecture. Soon she had walked through the blackboard into another reality, that was a reflection of our own, only she could change it any way she felt. The classroom had been boring and very dull and bland color scheme. The teacher's world was very vibrant with colors and emotions. She began to to take strange forms and move in strange ways. It was very different then normal reality and could all be viewed as terrifying or demonic. A message flowed through all of our our minds that said something along the lines of "leave now if you can't handle it."
I watched as lots of students jumped up and fled the room in terror. All that was left was me and two other guys who seemed completely unfazed by what they had seen. The teacher stepped through the wall back into the room holding her current form, which had a clam-shaped head with a zipper-like mouth that moved like a wave of vibration when she spoke. She looked at me, who among the three of us who stayed was the most excited, as the other two guys had remained calm and the rest of the class was frozen in terror; I had gotten up and approached the board between the two dimensions and interacted with the teacher as she manifested her forms.
She asked me why I wasn't afraid. I told her it was because none of this was really new to me; that I had experiences like this before and this is what I am excited about. Even while on Earth plane I had met somebody who could break the generally accepted laws of nature who was able to send vibrations of love over vast distances to me that could be experienced as a tangible feeling.
From there I assume I went back into "normal" dreams, but I don't have much memory of the events that had transpired afterwards. I know I dreamt for quite a bit more, but it didn't have quite the same affect on me as this moment.
