I don't know if it was me making this blog, or the new meds I've been taking, but for some reason I had a different dream than the usual one. Unfortunately it was as weird as the last.
I remember being on a playground. I wasn't alone. There was another person there. At first I thought it was my brother Max, but when I got closer I saw it was a girl, younger than me. She was swinging, looking at the wood chips on the floor. I tried to speak but no words came out. I could only stand there, frozen in place. Thats when I noticed him, another figure that I could only barley see, due to the girl swinging. From what I could tell he wasn't too far away, but far enough that all I could see was a silhouette. He looked like a man, just standing there, towards us. Then, as if he beckoned her, the girl jumped off the swing and began walking towards him. She stopped half way and turned to look at me. Without thinking, I followed. Unfortunately before I got close enough to see his face and body, I woke myself up.
Maybe I'll get to explore more of that playground and who that man and girl were in another dream. For now, I'm happy it wasn't the same as the other dream...
Requiem of Forgotten Dreams
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The Beginning
Hmmm......
My first time making one of these. Lets hope it doesn't change my life.
My reason for making this is partly due to my therapist and largely due to my brother, Maxwell. My therapist recommended I start a dream journal, documenting whatever I dream whenever it happens, to see if I can stop having that recurring dream each night, and my brother Max (the amateur therapist he is) wants to read them and comment on them. Since he lives a ways off he told me to make it into a dream blog.
Catchy ain't it?
Lets see how this thing goes then...
My first time making one of these. Lets hope it doesn't change my life.
My reason for making this is partly due to my therapist and largely due to my brother, Maxwell. My therapist recommended I start a dream journal, documenting whatever I dream whenever it happens, to see if I can stop having that recurring dream each night, and my brother Max (the amateur therapist he is) wants to read them and comment on them. Since he lives a ways off he told me to make it into a dream blog.
Catchy ain't it?
Lets see how this thing goes then...
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