Changing this Tumblr. I'll write about dreams but
there will be reblogs.
So I had this weird Google dream
Like I was on the webpage and then you know the Google icon? Well I explored it. I went inside it, went deeper and deeper. There were many layers, some black and white, some colorful. I really need to keep better track of my dreams. There’s a statistic that says within five minutes, you lose 90% of what you can remember from your dreams. Guess I better have a journal right next to my...
I had a dream that things actually worked out.
Not a dream but a nap
I had a one hour nap on the bus. Interesting.
Serial killers and super heroes and lost dreams,...
This is very late. I’m sorry, two followers. Basically, I’ve had a great summer of dreams. The point of this blog is to remember them, but since I haven’t been writing about them, I’ve forgotten the majority. But that’s okay. Some had to do with super powers, one had a serial killer. It was scary, spooky, and fun all at the same time. I literally thought I was going...
What's worse than a nightmare
A bad night of sleep! A friend was over so I slept on the floor with these lumpy pillows underneath me. I woke up at like three to run into my bed for solace. If I had any dreams, I couldn’t remember them if I tried.
Didn't post for a while because...for the first...
I had a nightmare. My lovie was thrown out the window into the bush. Boo hoo. ;_;
Actually not such a big fan of Harry Potter
I mean, I’ve seen all of the movies (or at least pieces of them), read/listened to all of the books, and I used to belong to a Harry Potter site, but I really don’t consider myself a huge fan. Needless to say, last night I had a dream I was taking a class at Hogwarts. Another dream I had concerned school and my ‘friend’ Caitlin. We were shopping or something, going through...
Uncle John no. 2, you are a creep
Either Grandma had an affair, or she adopted him out. Either way, bad news. In my dreams I met a new Uncle John. He was a pervert and was having all these affairs and like, threatened my life so that I wouldn’t tell. Then, we were at this hotel with this amazing waterfall and suddenly, lightening struck and this one girl wouldn’t stop crying. (Probably me.) There were some more...
There's something about China
Last night I had a set of two very different dreams. My first one consisted of me and perhaps some of my friends venturing into an unknown land. I remember this chameleon/lizard thing that we were trying to get a picture of, and then I remember war. I remember getting tackled by the leader of the village/town because he had a thing for “Asians.” My next dream took place in my house...
Woke up at like seven, read a little bit, slept in...
I’m one day short. Last night’s dream wasn’t that memorable. It was pretty lesbian. This Megan Fox-esque girl was rubbing against me. Awkward, but for some reason I was enjoying it. Hm. The night before last night was a lot better. I wrote down a few keywords so I wouldn’t forget the snippets. Eye. Sword. Living Faith. There was this eye. It was in a rock or something....
I remember bits and pieces
I have pet parakeets in real life, and somehow they landed in my dream last night. Along with them however, was a falcon or some predatory bird that wanted to eat them. It scared me greatly and I remember talking and crying about it to a faceless person. Another snippet of my dream had to do with my last day of school. I guess that moment haunts me. I was walking through a room and saw some...
I think the longer I sleep
The less dreams I remember. Maybe this blog is a jinx. Before this blog, I could remember. I could retell. I always told my friends. They thought I had had some crazy ones. They thought I should write about them. Well look what’s happened. Hopefully I’ll have some sweet, memorable ones tonight.
Created the dream blog
Problem is, I can’t remember any of my dreams! :( It’s weird. I normally have a great recall of my dreams… Edit: I remember bits of them! I was running away from Mr. Weatherbee with a few of my faceless friends. (In dreams, most of the people I associate with are faceless. Or I can’t remember their faces. Something like that.) We ran into a cabin, then left through the...