A Dream Journal

I'd tried and failed several times to keep diaries of my day to day life but every time I made an entry, I felt I was simply repeating myself as it was all stuff I'd just already done and said. I have a knack for remembering my dreams so it came to me as the perfect hobby to try and remember my dreams and write them down the best I could. Dreams have always interested me and considering we spend much of our lives sleeping, I find it'd be a shame to forget all that time, strolling in our own subconscious.
Here is my dream journal, remembered the best I can, for your enjoyment and consideration.
(Please don't be worried by the relatively old dates in the titles of the posts. The journal is originally on paper and I'm currently typing it all up, posting it progressively from oldest to newest. This blog is still very much alive!)

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Night of August 12-13, 2009

The dream was straight out of Call of Duty 4. I was with Gaz and Capt. Price and we stormed through my real-life house. I think we got Osama Bin Laden captured. We took him prisoner and then received the order to kill him. We tried but I think he was wearing a bullet-proof vest although we didn't know it. We tried to shoot him but it really didn't do anything. It was only until I plunged a fifteen-inch steak knife through his back that our mission was done. Brutal, huh? Walking through a dark alley in Chinatown and heaing the locals calling us demons, then thinking to myself, "I'm more like a Grim Angel," I wake up.
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