Lotta writing going on

In the past 24 hours, I have written in my diary, my prayer journal, my dream log and my blog. I wrote about five pages in my diary last night, what I suppose must most likely have been a heck of a lot of nothing. I only wrote about two pages in my prayer journal, and not much more than three pages in my dream log.

A dream log is an interesting thing to keep. It works best when you start writing as soon as you wake up from a dream. It's surprising how much you remember about a dream as soon as you wake up, that you would probably forget in an hour. It's a weird thing to read over later, though. No matter how much detail you provide in the journal, dreams make little to no sense to your "awake mind". This morning, I was able to do something that I've never been able to do, I resumed a dream that I woke up during the middle of. I dreamt that one of my co-workers said something that shocked me awake, I opened my eyes and thought, "What?!?!" then decided I wanted to hear the rest of the conversation, so I went to sleep again. The dream resumed where I'd left off. It was weird. Sure, my waking only lasted a few seconds, but I've never been able to do that before.

Topic change! Boys, just to let you know, it can be really endearing if you notice little things about the girls around you. Ray, a guy I work with, asked what I had done this weekend, and I told him that I went shopping, and bought new shoes, which I was wearing at the time. He looked down at my shoes and said, "Those are Vans! Those aren't Skechers." He remembered that I usually wore Skechers. I found that really nice. However, on the other hand, if you do it too often, you might seem a bit like a stalker. As in most things, there is a fine line between really cute and really creepy. I have no idea what brought that thought on.

I got a book of poetry from the library tonight. First glance through it looked rather promising. It's title suggests that it is for children, but it had some well known poets and a few obscure ones, too. It has "If" by Rudyard Kipling, which I had to memorize for school. I may copy into here, because it's a really good poem.
We'll see.

Till next I write!