As a dream analysis enthusiast, I’ve shared my tips for recalling your nightly adventures more easily. While I still think a few simple tricks can help you remember your dreams more often and in more detail, it turns out that there is a scientific reason why some of us remember our dreams more regularly than others. In a study published in the journal Cerebral Cortex, researchers studied the brain patterns of “high dream recallers” and “low dream recallers” and found that the “high dream recallers”showed stronger brain activity, both while awake and while asleep, in the part of the brain responsible for attending to external stimuli. Keep reading »
According to a new survey, done by a UK hotel chain (?), more than 60 percent of people wake up pissed when they have a bad dream about someone and find it hard not to take it out on them the next day. Especially if say, your boyfriend cheated on you last night. You wake up and he’s snoring there next to you and the first thing you want to do is scream at him — he who knows nothing of the clandestine lunch he had girl you knew in elementary school. That fucker! Keep reading »
The unexpected side effect of running into an old friend from college on the subway and falling deeply in love with Him, for me, has been a renewed interest in my past. I can’t tell you definitively why this is. Maybe it’s because I knew Him in college, and re-meeting Him after 16 years gave me a new lens through which to view my past self and understand her better.
My hunger to reconnect with my past self started with the hint of a memory of a photograph of the two of us from college. In my mind’s eye, I see it: Me and Him sitting next to each other in his dark, dorm room, both of us dressed all in black as we did at the time. Me: black dress, black fishnets, black leather jacket and heavy, black eyeliner. Him: oversized black pants, a black baseball cap, black hoodie. His arm around me. Sitting on top of his extra long twin bunk bed. Top bunk.
I’ve convinced myself that this photo exists. Keep reading »
For big dreamers, or those who want to remember their dreams, the first step is a proper journal kept by the bedside. This ruled moleskin journal with original cover art is a perfect place to record all the crazy goings on while you sleep. Or, if you prefer, use it write down you hopes sand dreams while you’re awake. The perfect gift for someone you love or … yourself. [$12, Etsy]
Almost every night this week, I’ve woken up in the middle of the night with some heinous nightmares. One night, my good friend, who’s about to get married, told me the wedding was off because she’d decided to date one of my exes, in another, I was being held at gun point, last night, my house was getting submerged with toxic water. I woke up gasping, with cold sweats.
I think, for many of us, when we have a realistic seeming nightmare — that someone is going to die, that our partner is cheating on us — our first instinct is to think: Is this going to come true? Or, if the nightmare is more out there, we think: Is something really bad is about to happen? Keep reading »
I use my dreams as my primary source of inner wisdom in my life. If I want insight into how I really feel about something, clues about areas for growth or guidance on how to proceed with any difficult life situation, I look to my dreams for answers. This is all well and good if you remember your dreams regularly, but many people complain of only being able to recall dreams occasionally, or not at all. Don’t fret. This is something you can get better at if you put a little bit of effort into it. I say this from personal experience.
In college, I took a class that changed my relationship to my dream life entirely. It was called Dream Journal Workshop. Only acting majors would get credit for a course like that, huh? But seriously, it turned out to be one of the most useful classes I took. I even went on to minor in psychology and do graduate work on the subject. Keep reading »
Let’s talk about anxiety dreams, shall we? They suck. But we all have them, no matter how much we have our act together in real life. Anxiety dreams happen when the stress, fear and worries of daily life infiltrate our unconscious mind. Or conversely, when there’s some crap we’re not ready to deal with, the anxiety will express itself through dream imagery. After an anxiety dream, we often wake up in the morning, or drenched in sweat in the middle of the night, with heart-pounding fear, feeling exhausted, like we didn’t sleep at all. Keep reading »
Snoozing on your stomach may increase dreams about sex, says a new study. Hong Kong researchers surveyed 670 students, collecting data about sleep postures and dream content and found that stomach sleepers reported more erotic dreams than anyone else. They also described more feelings of “persecution,” “being tied up,” and “being locked up,” reports the Daily Mail. The reason for such reveries? Researchers think it might have something to do with the brain getting less oxygen, which results in the sensation of feeling constricted. Read more…
This morning’s alarm clock rudely awoke me from a dream … but not just any dream. A sex dream. And not just any sex dream: it was a sex dream about Anthony Bourdain. You know, the food writer and host of “No Reservations”?
It is news to me that I am sexually attracted to Anthony Bourdain, who I always thought was kind of pompous and obnoxious. (I also had bad service at one of his restaurants on my 25th birthday, so there’s that.) But what was even more bizarre was that whatever we were doing to each other involved makeup brushes.
I woke up confused and just a tad disturbed. So it is time to show these sex dreams who’s boss! Listen up, subconscious: here are seven rules all sex dreams should have to follow. Keep reading »
A few nights ago, I watched a giant spider slowly creep across my bedroom wall, leering at me with eight beady eyes. I held my breath as its hairy legs traversed framed pictures, approaching me with increasing speed until it finally leapt off the wall and landed in my hair. I screamed and madly raked my hands through my hair, trying to get it off me. When it wouldn’t budge, I ran across the room in a panic, trying anything to untangle it from my hair, but suddenly there were more of them: little spiders streaming onto my forehead and lowering down into my eyes.
I woke up on the floor of my closet, hyperventilating, with a nasty scrape on my arm from where I had bumped into my dresser. This was the worst nightmare I’ve had lately, but it definitely wasn’t the only one. In fact, I haven’t gotten much sleep at all the past couple weeks… Keep reading »