This isn't a dream, but I guess it's a more a private spot to put some of my thoughts. I mean, even if people can handle my normal rambling, I'm sure there's far fewer that actually like to listen to people go on and on about the things they dream about.

It's a little weird here. I feel out of place. I haven't had the money to take a trip out to see my dad for what, two years? Or more? And I don't remember it very well-- I don't remember anything from that time well at all. But for some reason it just feels like this place hasn't changed since I was a little kid. Hardly at all. The same people, the same buildings... I guess it's nice, that time doesn't move as fast in the countryside, but now I just feel like I'm moving faster than everything else here.

My dad hasn't even really cleaned anything out of my old room. I thought he would've made it into an office or something-- I remember him talking about it, but he said he just didn't feel like it anymore. So all the boxes of my old clothes and toys are still there. Like, some really old stuff that's just collecting dust . I've been sorting through it all. Maybe there's some stuff I could sell? Or at least some things I could bring back to my apartment...

I had a nightmare that I got eaten by a frog.

My head's been feeling like it's about to split open all weekend.

I'm not making it to class.

I don't want to be a burden, but if someone could take bio notes for me, that would be lovely.

Isn't it funny how things work? My hands never hurt at all. I can't remember the last time something else hurt for real. It just feels like it's all in my head. Literally.

…

I’m going back to sleep.

I dreamed I was watching the news. About that cave-in. Isn’t it strange? They say your dreams help you process things that happen in real life.

It was that news report, but also a nature documentary about worms. I don’t like worms or bugs. They’re gross and scary (sorry, Yukio).

I had to call out sick because I woke up with a really bad migraine again. Sorry, Hotaru, I still have your phone. Not that you can see this page. I'd really rather you didn't.

N-not for any weird reasons! No! Don't take this the wrong way! It's just... dreams aren't that interesting, y'know?

I can't imagine that a dream journal is really your thing.

It feels like I'm a kid again. Standing in the woods as the sun sets. And the sky is yellow and red and orange.



It's been a long time since I've been able to recall anything. But I'm trying my hardest. I feel like I should be able to. Because I know the dreams keep happening. I always wake up and know I had one. But I never remember exactly what it was.