- I read somewhere that journaling about dreams makes it more likely for you to continue to have vivid dreams.
- Journaling in general is writing practice, which will hopefully make my creative works better.
Last night I had 2 pretty strange dreams that overflowed into each other a little. I no longer remember what order they were in, but I'll describe them briefly...
In one of them, I don't think I was any particular character - I was mainly observing. It was the rural wasteland setting of Jeepers Creepers, and I was following the titular creature guy in his large truck. I think he was hunting this blonde lady who was parked at a gas station, and I do recall my anxiety in the dream as I rooted for her, hoping that she would get away.
The monster guy had climbed into her car, picked up the purse that she had left on the passenger seat, and was sniffing its contents in the backseat of the car. The lady eventually got back into her car and, much to my surprise, clobbered the monster guy over the head with something hard and started yelling at him, shaming him for breaking into a lady's car and what did he think he was doing sniffing through someone else's purse?! She gave him a good ol' fashioned Southern talking-to, and he was cowed and awed in equal measure.
There was a sort of dream montage, and in the next scene, the same lady and the creature guy were entering this white house, very freshly and crisply painted...I had the absurd impression that they were moving in together as romantic partners.
In the next dream, I was in a hotel that had at least two large buildings that were separated from each other by a lake. Some of the anxiety from the previous dream persisted...as though I suspected that the Jeepers Creepers monster might appear to hunt me or the other hotel residents. I forget who was with me in this dream, but I was not alone. At one point, very hungry, I and my companion wandered up to the top floor of the hotel, where there was a wide-open dining hall that served McDonalds. I got up to the counter and was ordering my food when my companion informed me that the McDonalds was not taking any card payments. As I was being told this, I watched a lady at the register beside me pay with Traveler's Checks, and I felt outraged at the injustice.
"Really. So you take cash and Traveler's Checks but not card?" I asked the cashier in a voice that I would never use with a cashier in real life. The cashier shrugged.
I sighed and told my friend that I would have to go down and walk across to the far side of the other hotel building to get to the parking lot where my car was parked - because for some reason my cash was in there. I was annoyed and concerned that the McDonalds would be closed by the time I got back, since hotel food hours can be very unpredictable.
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