Dream Journal

Today was better. Info pro’s still pretty aggravating, since we don’t know what to print and what not to. And it’s for that reason football was nearly fun today—kicking that sucker to the other end of the field felt pretty good.

I’m thinking of starting a dream journal. It’d have no point, really. I have to decide… because I’ve had these dreams recently and when I woke up, my heart was beating. Quickly, I mean. Like, of course it was beating, but… anyway. They’re things that definitely would not happen in real life, because they don’t even match up with reality correctly, but I just love them. And when I try to explain them to someone else, all the magic leaves them because I can’t convey the feelings to other people with words. They don’t make sense when I think about them too hard or try to verbalize them, which is why I just kind of dwell on the emotion or the situation and it makes me feel happy. So that’s why I’m not sure about the dream journal.