Remembering Forgetting

I have been writing down dreams I have when I wake up, sometimes when I’m still half asleep.  

Someone suggested I do this after they gave me an Angel Card reading.  Don’t laugh – remember my New Year’s resolution is to give this stuff a chance.  Actually, I have 2 Tarot decks at home myself – I just don’t think there’s anything supernatural about how they are read.   Angel Cards aren’t quite as funky as Tarot because all the cards are positive all the time.  I have a secret masochistic wish everytime I do tarot to see the Ten of Swords or the Tower, because they’re full of juicy chunks of doom.  You don’t get that sort of thing in Angel Cards.  It’s all feelgood glurge.

I digress.  So they told me to keep a dream journal and I thought "Why not?"   I write them in diary in an alphabet I developed when I was 14 to stop my mum reading my personal writings.  It’s a sort-of phoenetic alphabet, with a few common words replaced by single characters, so it’s easy & quick to write in but a little slower to read.  I’ve been slowly translating it out of that diary into private entries on my FOD so that I can properly look over them without having to sound each word out like I’m 5.   Most of the dreams at the moment are about procrastination.  

So here I was typing up a dream that I had on the morning of Christmas Eve. I was slow and unintuitive in crackinga few words and phrases because I was so half-asleep when I wrote it, it’s just all disjointed sentence fragments, and also I don’t remember this dream at all. It’s unexpectedly fun that I have recorded an experience that I don’t remember having. 

In a shopping centre at closing time.  Café. Have to leave but once we do, can’t get back in.  Hiding in toilets.  A— is there.  Woke up in secret room full of beds like a hospital. Brushed past someone I knew from school, can’t remember who.

Bags, maybe stealing.  

Gowss (??) was there with S—-. S—- was nice to me but Gowss (??) was aloof and I scolded her for that.  She was nice then.  We parted. 

I don’t know what "Bags, maybe stealing" means.  But besides that, I’ve been trying to work out who the fuck "Gowss" is, and now I realise I’ve read it wrong – it’s meant to be "Joyce".  That’s someone I know who lives with S—- and has been overseas for almost 2 years now.  I remember now that in my dream, she had returned, and I was trying to ask her about when she got back.  

7 days after this dream, I went to New Years Eve at their house, and Joyce had returned back from her trip.  I even remarked then that I had no idea she was back in the country or even on her way back.  I didn’t remember the dream at that time, but isn’t it a bit weird that I dreamt she was back in the country right before she was?

Well, that was an anti-climax.  Shut up. It seems weird to me. 

Also, I seem to write like an old person when I’m half-asleep. Aloof?   We parted?   Scolded?  Hahaha.