I really need to get back to journaling my dreams down. I have about a half dozen dream journals and boy are they interesting to go back and read. It's well over a thousand pages or so. Some are long and detailed. Some are short and quirky.
Here's one from my journal written almost one year ago today:
1-11-05
I dreamed last night, but all I remember was a funeral. Who's I don't know. And Marty Sellers moving and talkng about what, I don't know. That's all.
I heard the rain outside and what sounded like someone on the computer. When I opened my eyes, no one was there. That was a bit weird.
****My Uncle WT's funeral is this Saturday 1-14-06 in Houston. May he rest in peace.
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