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 22-23, 2009

I remember being in parking lot in the driver seat of a(n American) car. Mama was in the passenger seat on the right. It was much too cramped. Even with the seat completely back, it wasn't wide enough. When I said this, she lamented that no one knows how to spell “wider.” I spelled it out to her and she was just like, “Oh. Ok, there ya go.” Meanwhile I was driving around slowly as best I could, hardly being able to touch the pedals. I said I just couldn't do it so we switched places and she began to drive. In the parking lot, all the cars were bunched up together next to a coffee shop where maybe fifty people were sitting outside. She drove really, and I mean “really” fast between these cars, practically drifting and not bumping into anyone although they all got very scared. She went past all of them and looped back through the deserted part of the parking lot back where we started and said it was my turn. I found myself on a skateboard (with protection, of course) although just like in real life, I'm abysmal with skateboards. I just said, “What the heck,” and tried it. I started down the hill towards the coffee shop. I gained speed until I was careening through, narrowly missing the people driving out of the way. When I got to the “T” intersection directly after that, where I was supposed to take a left so I could loop back to the start like Mama did, out of control, I ran the red light and made a right then crossed the road directly after that (in a “T” intersection) while the crosswalk signal was red. As I did the latter, I zoomed past a little girl and her even littler brother who, surely in awe, followed me across the street. Their father, who had an empty pink stroller (for the girl, I guess), waited for the green then crossed carefully towards us. He completely ignored me (who had grabbed the pole with the traffic signals on it in a last-ditch effort to stop) and scolded his children about not waiting for him and crossing the road on a red, etc. Glad I was just alive and just as astonished by that fact, I wake up.

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