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!)

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Night of August 21-22, 2009

I remember going to a train station in London. It was very dirty. Trash and miscellaneous possessions were being dumped on the ground by the police conducting searches on all the homeless as well as the tourists. Every single sign was graffitied on, disrespecting the authorities. Inside the station, on the upper floors, there was an arcade and I was playing there with Mama. I remembered I won a card which was a voucher and I could redeem it for a prize. We played some other games for a while, then decided it was time to go home. We got on the X13 but then I remembered the card. Mama said we might as well redeem it now because it might not work the next time we go there. We got off and I ran back to the arcade and went to the machine for getting prizes for a card. The smaller prizes for tickets were somewhere else. I inserted the card and a DVD-like case came out with “Sims 2 or Sims 3” written on it. I already have both of these games. Wondering who I should give it to as a present, I wake up.

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