What happened to me?

Hi, anyone out there who still follows this (maybe),

I got lazy, that's what happened. Who does these things? I don't think I could be a serious blogger. I'm not even serious on facebook or twitter. I never even kept a journal seriously. Except my dream journal, but that's different because that doesn't happen in/on real time. I'll try and update more frequently(?) but I make no promises. Unless I dump this and make something else. Meh. We'll see.

Yours,
Said dreamer.

Sweet dreams!

Just a feeling

For some reason I woke up after only three hours of sleep (as in, right now. And I'm on my computer to tire myself into sleeping again). I think it was partly due to the inconsistent changes in body temperature. All I know is, I did dream, but it's just a feeling. I don't remember it at all yet. Watch me fall back asleep, come back at the end of the day having slowly gathered the memories of a dream I might have had....

"karaoke and call boys"

Second transcribed dream. Shorter this time. The "*blip*" will sometimes mean a gap in the dream that passed like one second to the next, or a gap in my memory of it. In this case, it's the former.

"karaoke and call boys"

my real-life friend had rented out a karaoke place and she set me up in the room, really shady. she had to go somewhere so i was left behind and the matron and patron of the place were getting suspicious of me so i called my friend to make sure she was on the way and she said she was coming. in the meantime, to try and get as much money out of me, the matron send in 3 call boys to try to sleep with me for money. i said no to all of them because none of them really seemed like they really wanted to (they seemed so indifferent, apathetic) and i hadn't shaved in a while so i was embarrassed. i looked out the window into the courtyard and there were dozens of call boys practicing/role playing in preparation for their customers. i asked the boys if they knew all the ones down there they said yes. 

*blip*

when we returned, like i had guessed, the matron and patron and the rooms were emptied of things that were easy to carry (they had gone bankrupt and had disappeared) and left it behind as an empty apartment for us with some things in it that we could use. the only problem was that they took some of our things to pawn, nothing that couldn't be replaced again, luckily.

hello, world. welcome to my dreams

First post. What to write. Do I make you dive right into a dream, or should I give you context?

I think context is good.

I'll start posting my dreams soon. I need to translate them a bit so that they're understandable outside my mind's references to a complete stranger.

And I only say that this blog may have adult content because some of my dreams are not pretty. I'm going to try to be as unfiltered as possible, which means some pretty weird, WEIRD, stuff.

Well. Hope y'all enjoy yourselves, now.

(PS: typically, I don't capitalize when I type. But after years of school, and I've just recently handed in the last paper for my summer course, I've gotten a bit too used to writing "properly". I guess I'll just make the distinction that "properly" written text is my fully conscious, awake self. The rest, written without capitals and whatnot, will be dreamstuff)