Dreamscapades: A Baseball Bus?
Thanks to a bunch of inconsiderate people, again I do not remember my dreams. I thought by closing the door to my room, it would give me some quiet, but that illusion was shattered when I woke up to loud talking and the sound of scratches on the wall. It seemed someone was trying to plug something in, and not doing a very good job of it because it took them a few minutes to do that simple task.
This time there’s nothing of my dream that I remember, except for the barest trace of a baseball field and a bus.
Article #9 by CancerMan on 10 August 2002 @ 10:21
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Dreamscapades: The Forgetting
I wanted to keep a log of my dreams now that I’m using LiveJournal, but unfortunately, the first day awakens with me forgetting what I dreamt. The only thing I remember is a bunch of hazy amorphous people shouting incoherent and illegible things. Likely my failure to remember is because of my sleep interruption towards the end, when I woke up midway through.
