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I became very interested in my dreams about three years ago when I had a series of three "epic" dreams that were so vivid I couldn't just let them slip by. slowly but surely I was drawn into the wonderful world of dreams!
I became fascinated with simply journaling my dreams, the process of just writing down my dreams brought up so many seemingly unrelated associations that helped me deal with issues in my life. Although I have picked up some tools to interpret my dreams, I still primarily enjoy the act of writing my dreams as if they were creative writing projects.
Being a database developer by trade, I naturally created my own database to journal my dreams. As I worked with it, I created feature after feature and eventually showed it to some friends who told me they wanted to use it. Eventually the interface developed to a point where anybody could use it without much instruction from me, soooo I just decided I'd go "all the way" and sell it on the Internet as shareware. I called the software Dream Temple and started selling it on the internet and locally in the fall of 1999.
If you'd like to take a short tour of the Dream Temple and download a free demo copy of the Dream Temple, please visit my site at http://www.dreamtemple.com
Here's a favorite dream I call "Teacher, Flute and Snake"
I'm at a gathering of musicians and there are booths of different instruments. I am standing at a booth where there are many Thai instruments that I think are drums painted in bright colors and little patterns. There is at least one man, possibly two, manning the booth. They seem like they are just selling them because they are popular and unique, not because of their sacredness.
To my right through a door appears a very dark East Indian man, who greets me saying it is time now (something like that) with his hands open and a smile on his face. We are standing at a table that makes the boundary line for the booth. We are both playing flutes made of mature bamboo, the bore is very large and I can still see and smell the burn from making the bore. I don't know where the flutes came from as I did not see any previously at the booth. The teacher is playing a melody or pattern of some sort and I play along with him as best i can. He stops playing his flute to move my right hand middle finger into a certain position as I think I was not reaching the RH middle finger tone hole. I tried this then he was showing me his flute had an extra RH middle finger tone hole that was oblong and too large for a human finger to possibly cover. That tone hole did not require it anyway. He showed me that all he did was move his finger up and down over the air stream, thus influencing the flow.
We are playing again, and a little blue and orange snake comes across the table and slinks into the teacher's flute and moves around in the flute as he is playing. The teacher then picks up the snake and puts it into my flute, but I am frightened as I don't know if it's poisonous. I shake it off. The teacher tries putting the snake back on my flute again, saying that if I don't let him in he will grow old and die. I just feel too vulnerable, as it could just decide to go right into my mouth through the flute. He is a very cute snake, with a face like my mother of pearl Zuni fetish. He is so happy and eager to get going and do his thing.
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