Dream Journal
Hello Dearest
As I mentioned earlier, the other day I decided to start a dream journal. I don’t usually remember dreams too coherently and thus the records won’t be coherent either...more likely they will be a jumble of statements and nouns and details, recollections put into a mass that makes some sort of image that reflect the forgotten whole.
So far the journal’s pages are mostly empty. There are some words there, though, blue ink on while lines paper, in a little diary my father got me when he and his students went on study abroad in Barcelona. I thought this was a worthy use for the book.
Two dreams are recorded so far. I replicate the words that were written down, messy and tactless.
-Monsters? People turning into monsters. Big Cement building, lots of stairs and basements. Different people kept coming. Trying to escape the place towards the end of the dream. Mostly third person, occasionally third person. Forested area?
-Video game? Dress up doll part of game. Have trouble getting curly hair for doll. Trying to hang out with white fairy; first at house on a lake, then at a club-like place. Fairy tiny, most people my size. Found fairy in no-humans-allowed party. Felt bad. argued. Walking away when woke up. Mix of first and third person.
Maybe these dreams mean something, maybe not. They’re fragmented and random and not very deep...I’m admittedly a bit embarrassed by such silly dreams. But you might like to hear them despite that. so here they are, gifts for you, love.
Sincerely,
her.
