Dream Journal - Entry Six

Dream Journaling: Unlock the Hidden World Within

Every night, you journey to a realm where the impossible becomes real, where you fly without wings, converse with strangers who feel like old friends, and experience emotions more vivid than waking life itself. Yet by morning, these extraordinary adventures fade like mist in sunlight, leaving only fragments—or nothing at all.

Dream journaling is your bridge between these two worlds.

It's the simple yet transformative practice of capturing your dreams on paper the moment you wake, preserving the fleeting visions that your subconscious mind weaves while you sleep. More than just recording nighttime stories, dream journaling is an intimate conversation with the deepest parts of yourself—a dialogue with the 90% of your mind that operates beneath conscious awareness.

How It Works

The practice is elegantly simple:

Keep a journal beside your bed. The moment you wake—before checking your phone, before getting up, before the dreams slip away—reach for your journal and write. Describe everything you remember: the scenes, the people, the emotions, the bizarre logic that made perfect sense moments ago. Don't worry about grammar or coherence. Just capture it all.

Do this consistently. Every morning, even if you remember only fragments or feelings. Your dream recall will strengthen like a muscle with practice.

Review and reflect. Periodically read through your entries. Notice patterns, recurring symbols, emotional themes. Your dreams often speak in metaphor and symbol, revealing truths your waking mind might overlook.

Why It Matters

Dream journaling opens doorways you never knew existed. It sharpens your memory, deepens self-awareness, and can spark creativity by tapping into your mind's most unfiltered storytelling. Many people discover solutions to waking problems, process difficult emotions, or even achieve lucid dreaming—the ability to become aware and conscious within the dream itself.

But perhaps most profoundly, dream journaling reminds you that your inner life is vast, strange, and worthy of attention. It's an act of honoring the full spectrum of your consciousness, acknowledging that who you are extends far beyond the person you present to the world each day.

Your dreams are waiting. All you need to do is remember them

Dream Entry Number Six:

On 6/1/2017, the dreamer (myself) dreamed of being reunited with someone named Jake (a friend from high school) — an emotional encounter involving a near-proposal moment, weak legs, and Jake reappearing in a second, all-white setting in the form of a Korean stranger who held her up and spoke in Jake's voice. She woke up before she could finish telling him she missed him. The dream left her anxious and tearful all day, and she admits she genuinely misses Jake and is struggling with whatever is going on in her life at the time.

In my waking life, I hadn't been following along with the underlining theme of each message hidden in plain sight between each dream, but it was 2017. Nay say, it was June of 2017, and by this time or shortly after this time, I experienced something called a CFS flare-up. CFS is Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and in that flare up, I slept for three straight days and two solid nights. And at tthis point in 2026 I note the narative change just as much.

6/1/2017

Last night I had a dream that I was reunited with Jake. It was a bit strange, but from what I can remember, I was looking out of a window while my friends were eating. That's when I saw him, he was coming off a bus that had pulled up in front of the fountain in front of the building I was in, our eyes met and suddenly he was standing in front of me. He slid his hand across my cheek and said ...something… it was backwards, but it was his voice. God I missed his voice. When he pulled away, my friends from high school were sitting at the table next to the table my friends from college were sitting at. They were all looking at me now, without even thinking about it, I said “yes”. Jake grabbed my arm, my legs grew weak beneath me and I fell. My friends helped me up while Jake stood above me. But when I got up the dream changed and Jake was no longer there.

Everything was white around me, the walls, the windows, and the chairs and benches. I was wearing white jeans and I wasn’t alone. A couple of Korean men emerged from a bathroom, they were talking and when they saw me they stopped and smiled at me, I waved a little and they waved back. One of the korean men walked up to me and gave me a hug. I felt the same pain I had felt just a moment before, my legs felt weak underneath me, but he didn’t let me fall.

“I’ve got you” he whispered in my ear. But it was Jake’s voice. When I pulled away, I saw him. His eyes were piercing, and his smile was warm. My chest hurt and I could feel myself starting to cry. I grabbed him again and didn’t let go.

“I miss you.” I told him a moment before my alarm went off and woke me up.

All day my anxiety has been giving me shit and I cried.. A lot this morning and I know it’s because of this dream.. I really do miss Jake and with everything going on in my life… would it be so bad to see him, sitting in a beat up old red chair underneath a tree after it’s snowed? Happy Place.