That dream was so long and so complicated that I'm not even going to try to write it down. I can't even begin to remember it all, and it was a quiet plot, lots of small details... not like a simple modern YA book, but more like a classic Victorian novel. I decided while I was dreaming that I wouldn't be able to record it. Maybe later in the day some of it will come back to me. Who knows.
Later- Nope. Not coming back. Just bits and pieces. I washed my hair with a very foamy shampoo that I washed off by sticking me head in the shower, but still clothed, and just rinsed my hair. I was watching youtube videos of dances in order to find one to put on this blog. I can't remember it at all.
I think milk helps me remember my dreams when I wake up. Like if I drink a cup of sometime from dinner to when I sleep. Or vitamin D perhaps.
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