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 July 16-17, 2009

Mama, Natasha and I were taking the bus down somewhere that looked a lot like Daly City (near the movie theater). We were going to an aquarium, I think. Papa called and asked if I had brought my inhaler but I hadn't. Next, I took a bike or maybe a motorcycle down to hill of the large boulevard we were on and I stopped at a tiny kebab stand behind a gas station. Not sure of what to order and a bit offset by the goopy cups of spinach, I asked the man (manning the stand) if I could use the toilet on board. While Mama was ordering, I woke up.
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