Resurrecting the dream journal...

I'm trying to get back to writing in my dream journal. It's something I did back in college, but I never put more than a few entries into it. It's not profound or pretentious or anything; it's just fun to look back and wonder what sort of crack I was smoking on any particular night.

I found it easy to update in college because I was at liberty to get up at 3 am, tumble from bed into my computer chair, and type some nonsensical ramblings while they were fresh in my mind before drifting back off again. That's not so easy to do when you have to get up for work, get cleaned and dressed, commute 45 minutes, and start work before sitting down to recollect your subconscious musings.

But I'm trying to do it again. My first foray back into my psyche probably won't go so well, though, because even immediately after waking I only remembered about the last 5 minutes of the dream. But it involved trying (and failing) to read aloud the (altered) introduction of "The Drawing of the Three" while driving somewhere with my family, a small lake of water just outside the back door of my parent's house, which housed a headcrab with an interest in attacking Chris (I unsuccessfully tried to shoot it with my transforming cellphone), and a large poo that someone had taken in the bathtub.

For the record, I did not smoke crack last night.

Currently listening to: Tom Waits - Never Let Go