Alrighty, I've been remembering my dreams more, and I wanna keep a dream journal. I feel like this site would be a good place to do it, beacause I feel like I'd be more motivated to keep up with my journal if other people were commenting on it.

1) I dreamt my brother was taking me through his dreams, and showing me things. We were at this sunrise-y beach, and a chior of people in white robes came by, singing beautiful musical. I ask my brother what their purpose is, to which he replies...

They are the devil's sheep.

...I didn't know what that meant, but the chior began to sing off key. I ask my brother what that's supposed to mean, and he just smiles creepily, as do the members of the chior.


2) I dreamt that for some reason, my brother was supposed to babysit me. I came home, and in my back yard, where the pool used to be, there was a party going on. It looked like it was fire themed, there was fire everywhere, fire juggling, fire eating, people jumping through inflamed hoops. And the music somehow reminded me of fire. Flaming deserts were served. But anyway, the party was AMAZING, and even though I had no clue what was going on, and I knew noone, I still wanted to be a part of it. My brother comes home, comes to the backyard, and he's all, 'What the hell?' and I explain what's happening. I tell him there's noone I know at the party, and I want someone to walk around with, to talk to. He ends up bringing me this litte kid (I don't remember if it was a girl or a boy) and I shrug off the odd suggestion, and I hang out with the kid. The kid doesn't want to party, and doesn't want to drink an American flag or anything, so we go inside, and we sorta just play together, and I keep the kid entertained. The kid loves me, and the kid's hugging me, falling asleep in my arms, etc. Later on, the kid tells me that his/her mother doesn't care about him/her, and that makes the kid really upset. I sympathize, and try to cheer him up. At some point, the kid leaves, and then my mom comes home. I end up getting it trouble over the party, even though it wasn't my idea, or anyone that I knew's idea.

3) My brother shows me a collection of things he had when he was younger. Stuff like children's books, crafts, etc. We're in this room, I think the walls were pink, with a bunch on exercise equipment.