I didn't realize writing my dreams every morning takes so much energy, time and focus - there's no way I can keep a dream journal every single day. It would almost be a full time job and I have movies to make. Last night I had like 7 different epic dreams to write down in detail and I felt overwhelmed. Every single night I visit another world, meet new people and experience intricate stories full of heavy emotions and detailed action scenes. I'm starting to understand why I've been forgetting my dreams lately - it's probably my brain taking care of me so I don't go insane.
I'm going to be posting dream journal entries from time to time, whenever I feel like it. And in the meantime, I will share with you some dreams I wrote down years ago but never showed anyone. They've been sitting on my computer since my early twenties I think. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one. It's called "Android Woman".
A biorobotic/android woman crashes an alien mothership into an airport on Earth, when her master and the whole crew myseriously disappear after an alarm went off in the ship and they left her behind while she was in the ship's kitchen, preparing food for the animals on the ship. I was this android and here's a brief summary of what I experienced.
I am in the kitchen with the alarm still beeping and I start to wonder why it is so quiet on the ship. I go to the cockpit and am shocked to see that the ship isn't in space anymore, but crashing into a planet FAST!! I quickly try to strap myself in to the copilot's seat and manage to click in the belt just before the ENORMOUS CRASH. The force of the crash is so extreme that I can feel my robotic parts inside my head get traumatized and I think to myself how it would of been crushed instantly if I had a brain.
The gigantic, kilometer long and hundreds of meters wide mothership digs deeper and deeper into the floor of the earth, until the rubble and asphalt almost completely bury me. Two human men in similar outfits cut open the wall of the cockpit and rush inside. I get filled with joy and hope when these American English speaking men find me with only my head sticking out from the rubble. They stare at me with complete astonishment and ask if I'm OK...
No lucid dreaming in this one
