It had been a goal of mine to get back into my dreams. Up until the last few months, I couldn't remember any of my dreams. Only occasionally would I get images. Not quite sure what I shifted to change this... I've been letting myself go to bed early, and sleep as much as I want--adjusted my schedule so I don't need an alarm to wake me early. Also watching to not eat too much before bed.
My dreams have always been a source of entertainment and creative inspiration. They tend to be very... cinematographic is the only word that comes to mind. I experience it directly, and view it often from a third person perspective. The worlds may be very disjointed, but they seem to be congruent from dream to dream.
Lately, many of my dreams involve traveling through a San Francisco of my dreamscape. Often I'm traveling to or from a client and something happens...the landscapes shifts and suddenly I'm traveling in downtown manhattan. In one dream, the outer sunset neighborhood was transformed into the Midwestern suburb of my childhood, and I couldn't help but think of how much more expensive these homes would be in such a place. In another dreams, I was gifted a viola....and seemed to have a certain knack for it.
In one very odd, very real dream, I had locked a stash in a drawer, and was trying to hide the key in a place that my waking self could find. My dream self was fairly convinced there was a way to link a dream object to a real object and bring things through the dreamscape...and while my waking self is curious, I think I'll simply file that away as a bit of fantasy plotline.
In truth, I've been some what neglecting my magickal studies, for more concrete ones, although one does inform the other. It's been easier to stay positive, and to manifest exactly what I want. There is a curious balance of an almost foolhardy belief in something unmaterial, and groundedness in reality.
Have you ever experienced something very strange, but so real nothing could convince you otherwise?