Wednesday 20th August 2007 - A note to explain this from Emily Diggles (aka Elise Clark)

11:29 pm

SKIP THIS RANT AND TURN THE PAGE (you need java turned on in your browser)

It’s semester 2, 2008 at Griffith Uni, I’ve been asked to write a blog by this man for a school assignment.

Anyway that being said, my blog is about my dreams. I have many, and they are varied, and I have them every night. Many people believe they don’t dream and that is simply not true. More likely you are rudely woken from your sleep by pusscat licking your face, or baby crying, or other daily wrongs which do not create the peaceful environment required to remember dreams.

Your dreams have a point. Your brain is simply a large filing system (although some are small) and your dreams are the secretary that does the filing at night. Think of it like defrag on your computer if you like. Basically your secretary is sorting out your brain for you.

Now here’s how it works. You have a dream, it may not have any meaning to you - but do you ever wonder why you wake up feeling like everything is great? Or wake up with a decision suddenly that you were agonising over for months? That’s your secretary! She’s pulled an overnight double shift, and wa-la!

What about mornings you feel like you got out on the wrong side of the bed and you feel all goosepimply because you had a bad dream? Nightmares are your brains’ way of telling you that you’re not addressing an issue. If you don’t give your secretary your filing to do, then you’ll have nightmares as a reminder til you do. Make sense?

I don’t have nightmares often. I deal! You should too. Hmmm.

So it’s the night of the first dreamblog. I set up a webcam in my study corner, on the outskirts of the green room I have dreams in and placed a notepad next to my red-quilted bed. I’ve seen these hippi-things call dream-catchers, only it wouldn’t be any good to me because I need to catch these dreams in my notebook with my pen. And this morning, just for good measure, I stole a pen from my Chinese room-mate, with a star tipped bauble and sponge bob square pants printed on the side.

I drank a litre of milk and a can of V and watched 2 episodes of neighbours before I went to sleep.

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