Solid Gone
I had two or three most awesomest posts nearly composed during my drive to work this morning. Those posts and last night's dream to type out.
So what happened? you may wonder. And you may continue to wonder, because I have no clue.
I do understand how all the stuff I cram into my schedule after I wake pushes my dreams further from my consciousness.
I had the best luck remembering my dreams when I was able to wake slowly and have an hour or two to check email and type up my dreams. Back in the Good Old Days when I didn't have a job and was severely depressed 23 hours of every day.
13 MAY
2005
2005
1 Love Notes
My moleskine notebook also doubles as a dream log, so it usually parks on the table next to the bed at the end of the day.
Be warned tho', if you use a single notebook for all your brain droppings, find a way to differentiate between dreams and memos to self. I can't tell you how confused I was when I first started recording dreams in it and I'd go back to read my old synaptic butterflies and find gems like, "Giant sliding board in a mall. Veronica Lake. Skeeball."
I use asterixes next to dreams now.
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