I'm beginning to forget.

Not to say I don't remember. I remember remembering. But I forget precisely what I've remembered.

Dream 1: I was kissing some one. I was excited about it. At first it was Boy M but then turned into Jordan. I was like, wow, he has really big lips. I was disappointed it was jordan. But then I guess that made sense for me. It was more of an idea of it than it. Descartes believes that a dream is the same sort of idea of the thing. So I guess it was an Idea of an Idea. Which may explain why its difficult to remember.

Dream 2: A prognostication of special dinner. I remember quite clearly Justina and a tray of food. There were a sea of negative things around. I feel I'm misrepresenting this dream. I'm trying to reconstruct it and it just looks like the real thing. Which is impossible since the dream happened before hand. The real thing was an experience though. For sure.

Dream 3: I remember Travis and a petite blonde girl. One's hand was on the other's knee. It wasn't the typical sort of jealousy thing. I felt, unmoved? Like thats just the way it is. And Taylor was there. This was in Cloyne maybe? Overarching worries of why life is so amazing and mild fear that I'll start crying like a child again tomorrow. But generally just satisfaction in the present and the hope for good things in the future.

I promise I'll start making an effort to remember.
Dreams are cool to have. I look forward to the clarity with which my future self will perceive them.