I remember my days as on oneironaut were exciting. I would go to be eagerly. And I learned things about myself through dreaming. I was young but could see the potential of dreaming. I bought a memo recorder and pout it in bed with me, half under the pillow so I could find it.

I trained myself to wake up early so I could grab it and simply unpauze it and record my dream. Later I would play the tape and write it all down. That was exciting, it was like fishing in your own subconsciousness. I learned, with the help of LaBerge, my own dream language. At the moment I don't even recall what I found out. I should look it up. And if I get back into dreaming, I can compare it, see if after decades my personal dream language has changed.

But usually, at the end of my day, I so tired and had so much grief from todays' world that I can't bring myself to do a few last steps before sleeping, like saying 10 times out loud 'I will remember my dreams tonight and wake up slowly'. I just want to pass out.

Thats for me back then was all it really took, saying that, with intent. It would be good to learn what bugs me again. And see if I still dream a lot about the A-Team  For some reason these guys, my hero's as a kid, crept showing up in my dreams. I was usually observing things they did. So my dreams were not ego-action. I was more an observer and sometimes a participant.

Well, I'll do some tries on my dream recollection again.