keep a dream journal

temporarily:

Conversation with TW

I am the age I am, and I meet a childhood friend, TW. We talked for a long time about her life and our friendship. She admits that when she was a child she abused drugs and was neglected and abused, and she was angry that the school system or any other adult didn’t pick up on that. In retrospect, that was obvious in the dream.

Then we are together with a space-age kind of group where we are needing to stick some kind of hollow needle under our fingernails and insert something like a pencil lead, and then I have to help the others remove the inner part. Ugh.

so I finally got some real sleep and had a long dream. I recorded it in my old journal … then I read my old journal. Some of my old dreams came nearly true, I may just have to post them. Anyway… apparently I’m still working out some work stress but getting there. I’m feeling much better generally.

We bought a soft foam type cover for the bed, and I swear I dreamt in poetry the first night- I must really love it. Wish I were keeping my journal right now. Grad school has me out of whack with anything else.

I have done this years ago, started in college and did it for probably 5 years off and on. It’s much more difficult now that I’m married with children, but probably more important now that I have so many more important people in my life. Looking back at my old journal I can see so many fantastic things, and I really want that insight again.