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 18, 2010

Night of September 15-16, 2009

At school, we became quite the political activists. We were photoshopping a famous photo to make a point. Everyone in our class was getting into it. After that, I remember going through the university grounds and half “breaking into” their libraries to look something. I was going into each one (each was about the size of a small room) and I happened to at the same time as someone else. I was in the French library. The libraries were each their own buildings like the classrooms in Bay Park near the field. They were looking up some author and as I was getting distracted, I woke up.
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