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 9-10, 2009

I remember being in a very slummy and dangerous part of a city. It looked like Oxford although Oxford doesn't have any that were as bad as that. I was now quite lost but more stranded and had to walk a long way home by myself. When I got to a busier shopping area with a few restaurants, Mama and Papa were then with me. I remember then, the police pulled up, chased away some punks and picked up an aerosol deodorant can. They smelled it and kept it so we figured it must have had drugs in it. All going home together, I woke up.
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