Voices

I was on such a roll when I started my dream journal just over a month ago. Unfortunately it seems the extra sleep I have been getting due to being extremely drowsy from taking anti-histamines for my hay-fever has not brought with it any extra dream recall. In fact the opposite is true; I have had very poor dream recall! The 3 dreams I recalled during that period were actually quite embarrassing -- even embarrassing enough for me to not want to post them anonymously on the internet! I will leave you guessing... Anyway, onward and upward and hopefully to lucidity and beyond! Driving Scares Me I cannot drive in real life. Actually, it seems I cannot drive in my dreams either... I was driving. I had just learned to drive, I think. The break and accelerator peddles did not seem to work right. The break was more like a decelerator than a break. I was driving around, not having a clue how to drive. I kept having near misses with other cars. At one point I was driving over the a bridge near my house and was not sure if I should be on the left or right side of the road because I was on the left (which is correct here in the UK) and saw a car coming head on, so I switched to driving on the right and saw a car coming head on again. Stupid roads. I have always avoided learning to drive because the entire concept freaks me out a little. I have been thinking about it a lot lately though. I should really just get on with it. My Hypnagogic Parents This is a bit of a cheat since it is not a dream but a really long drawn out experience with hypnagogic hallucinations. I am noting this down because my experience with them so far have been pretty simple. This it teh first time I have heard a large amount of whispering voices and felt presences nearby. Anyway, I awoke early on Saturday and decided to have a lie in. As I slowly fell back to sleep I heard my mum walking around in my room, but I was aware that nobody was really there and that I was actually falling asleep. She started talking nonsense in a kind of whisper. Suddenly I could not hear her any more. Then I heard footsteps outside my door walking up the stairs. I could hear my dad whispering nonsense. Then he was silent. Next I heard my mum walking up the stairs whispering nonsense and then fading away. Again it was my dad, then my mum, and so on for what seemed like a very long time. The nonsense they were whispering was just random sentences, none of which I can now remember other than that there was something about ponies uttered by my dad's whispering voice.