Dream Journaling for Writing Practice Purposes
Dec. 12 2025
Dream catchers on a window sill during a brightly lit day. Maybe the wall is white. The dream catcher is moving, like a snail. It has 3 rings, inching to the right. The middle ring acting as an abdomen, lurching the weird ungodly thing across my field of vision. I realize it’s not normal. The dream catchers vibrate intensely, like they’re warning me. Someone swoops in just behind the right side of my neck and head. I hear the wind as it touches my skin. In a second, I imagine a cartoonish ghost, but immediately, I am brought back to my corner view of the wall when I feel light but rapid thumps on my upper right shoulder. Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump. I’m screaming. Until I wake up garbling, then yelling. I realize I’m in bed, catch my breath. Panting, I think, maybe that was my heartbeat? I want to cry but I can’t.
Maybe a week prior
I was in a space station, something out of the movie, Alien, with Sigourney Weaver. The walls and floors remind me of images of padded cells for the criminally insane. I’m shifting down a hall into a dark corner room, behind glass doors like those large ones from shopping center stores. I somehow move past the door without grabbing it. The only light in here glows reddish pink. A girl with black hair is laughing, she has fake fangs and purple eyeliner. We’re all young people, I learn, as I sink down into something so soft I feel as though I’m melting. Maybe, I’m high with them. I have to go, something doesn’t seem right, is this high school? I have to go to the bathroom, I blink as I get up and find myself peeing on a floor, is this real? Am I drunk? I’m shocked at my own urine, which seems to pool itself into a reddish pink slosh. I’m scared, the space station turns and the urine splashes against the corners of a black squared floor. I hope it’s the right material for absorbing. I leave wherever I am to go sit back down in my seat. I don’t want to get too scared. Wasn’t it supposed to be yellow?
My seat resembles a normal plane passenger seat. Am I still in space? Windows are missing, replaced by metal sheets, darkening the plane in a way that confirms I’m in space. A regular passenger plane in pitch black space. The lack of light creates dark corners on each side of my periphery vision. Am I panicking? Finding my exact row and seat, I notice my urine on the floor again, splashing with the movement of the plane. More turning from the plane makes me sit down quickly and fasten my seat belt. I can hear the girl, now multiple girls, laughing behind me. Maybe they’re scared too? I try to look outside because there seems to be more light coming in, but the plane rotates dramatically and I freeze. I’m staring down the aisle. A pit in my gut. People behind me make a woooaahhhh noise, like before anything gets real bad, they wanna use any sound they can to prevent a scream. Nobody behind me wants to cause a panic. As I frantically look around, trying to track the rotation of the plane, I realize no other person is here with me. Looking down the aisle, I see our passenger seats rotate high towards the right and then, swinging back the other way, in equal momentum, I see the seats rotate to the left, floating all of us almost upside down, everyone woah-ing until the plane slowly reaches its 180, upside down. Light from the window brightening in equal volume to the woah-ing that turns into screaming.
That’s when I squeeze my eyes shut as if to eject myself from the dream. I’m forced upright, I’m in bed, scared. It wasn’t real. Now awake, I have to use the bathroom. Getting up from bed quickly, I shake my head and my body to take away the fear.
Rolling Ferro
