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!)

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Night of December 3-4, 2009

I remember Paula and I were being held at school, diagnosed with being insane. We had to escape and managed to outwit Papa (who seemed unrelated to me) who was guarding us and get on a bus. We were then in a huge city, particularly some poorer ethnic ghettos. We found some people who could help us. The dream then changed a little bit: Paula went out of the picture and I was helping the people I mentioned with some of their organized crime business. I was part of a team who was supposed to kill another crime boss named something like “Jaxx”. When we got to his pad, a huge, lumbering man with giant muscles came out to fight us. We didn't have any guns so we had to take him on with our bare hands. He could only really walk quickly so we were much faster than he was. As he was following me around and I was just running in circles around our car, I woke up.
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