Zei

So last night I had two very vivid dreams. One was a lot more interesting than the other. Sadly, I only remember one (damn alarm clock) and that's the boring one.

The boring one went as follows: I woke up, grabbed my dream journal (which I don't physically have one), and began writing down my first dream in a very, VERY neat cursive, as opposed to my usual chicken scratch.

I don't realize why I didn't notice the myriad of different signs saying "HEY! THIS IS A DREAM!", but eh. I'm getting closer!