The other day, I posted about keeping a daily dream journal. This should go well. I’m already prepared for the men in white suits to show up with a straight jacket.
Considering the fact that it’s New Year’s Day – and my state of mind last night … and how much I had to drink … – I remember very little about my dreams. It probably doesn’t help that I fell asleep in the living room (a nightly occurrence), listening to my favorite ASMRist.
Hi Michael. 😉
I have an entire playlist of ASMR.
I’m getting off track again. Whoops.
Whenever I listen to ASMR, I tend to actually forget my dreams. However, if I go back to bed after my son goes to school (a daily occurrence), I usually remember those dreams.
I purchased a dream encyclopedia, but I’m slightly afraid to look at it yet.
And finally, the one thing I do remember about any dreams I had early this morning involved leaving the comfort of my warm fluffy bed to use the bathroom. I hate bathroom dreams.
I wonder if that is the one dream that really has no psychological meaning behind it. Again, I’m afraid to find out.
The only thing that sucks about keeping a dream journal (besides the psychological factor) is if I happen to remember something later in the day, I have to come back here and edit.
Until then, Happy New Year!