I made a blog for my dreams...

...Because they're so fucked up sometimes that they just deserve their own writing place. These are straight from my mind at the time of day that it does it's finest work. In a way, this madness could teach you more about my emotions/thoughts than I could even tell you.

Monday, November 8, 2010

A Symbolic Message to myself and.... Cutesy Ducks and Cowboy Hats?

Last night I tried something I read online. I found a notebook, wrote the words, "I want to remember my dreams," in it, and left it open on the table next to me. Supposedly it was meant to be a symbolic thing and if I thought about/ looked at it as I went to sleep then my subconscious would get the message (since yer subconscious speaks in symbolism). And guess what? It worked! :D It was so cool!

I remember two of the dreams.


1. I was at my boyfriend's mom's house. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining through the windows and lighting up the whole house. I was there helping her clean. While we were cleaning I found these big wall decorations still in their wrapping from the store. There were a lot of them! She said I could unwrap them and hang them up. I unwrapped them all; they were really cutesy duck wall decorations. I had wanted to hang them all together in one room but I soon found out that there was not enough room on the walls in one room. So I had to hang them on separate walls and in separate rooms. The overall feeling of the dream was happy.

2. I was in a camp. I remember there was this group of men who I walked by twice during the course of the dream. They weren't bad men, or anything; just ordinary people. The first time I walked by I was wearing some small hat on my head and holding a cowboy hat under my arm and they didn't say anything to me. The second time I walked by, I put on the cowboy hat and then passed by them and one of them asked me where I was going.

I will analyze these tomorrow. For now- goodnight~

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