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 22-23, 2009

I remember just little pieces of a huge dream. There was a freight train, the John Radcliffe Hospital where I desperately tried to find Mama who had been injured, a huge military complex where I was taking out guards but had to get out off quickly because maybe it was goint to self-destruct, and a tiny science bunker, hardly the size of a room, hidden under the polar ice where I had to pick up its resident (Thierry C.) so he could seal it off forever. Somewhere in the beginning of all this, my dream started, and somewhere at the end, I woke up.
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