When I'm in the middle of a dream

Hello readers. In Christmas of 2007, a good friend at the time gave me a very nice journal he had purposely stolen through a White Elephant Exchange at a holiday party. As time has passed since then, it turns out we are no longer on the good terms we used to fall under and so until now, the journal had been largely unnoticed. Recently I decided it was about time I put it to good use. I was going to fill its pages with records of my dreams, every night that I could remember them.

That idea failed.

Although I have to admit defeat and surrender to technology, I just can't write in it every day with the ease I have with an online blog, where thoughts quickly become nicely typed words, and the journal is always at hand in the form of my laptop or Blackberry browser. It really is very paradoxical of me, a self-proclaimed romantic, but shoot. I must wave my white flag.

Don't worry, I'll try not to let the freedom of a keyboard make my entries as long and cluttered as my college paper drafts tend to be.

So from now on, I will share my dreams with the Internet, you, and in the future, myself. I guess when I dream something I can't really post, I'll go back to the poor tangible journal.

*for kicks, here's the first few entries I wrote:

5/12/08
It's been a while since I got this [the journal] as a "gift," as you may be able to say, by the dedication. But now I'm ready to put this to good use. Dream journal - begin. (Date goes by the day which preceded the night that the dream took place unless otherwise stated.)

5/10/08
I dreamt [no spell check on handwritten journals] an asteroid was supposed to hit the U.S. At the time I was at Duke for summer school/Howard Hughes and I decided that if I was to die by the asteroid it was fate so I didn't bother hiding. So as I walked outside I saw a big rock fall from the sky into a construction site next to Central Campus, which was deep. Deep enough for the rock to fall in and then bounce out, and back in. Nothing else seemed to happen. When I went back to my apartment I decided to go by my boyfriend's room and and see what he was up to. But as I stepped out the ground was covered in a fine green powder that smelled toxic - some sort of fallout. So I went back inside and I was directed by a student to a route that led me to my boyfriend's room from the inside. My recollection stops there.