There's something about school that is breaking my bruised heart; I don't expect you to know what it is, because it is a recent (or at least has only been noticed as of late) thing. Here, let me explain:
I have a book, a very expensive notebook to be exact, and I love it with all my mind. Everything from the powder pink background to the bright green bird as the main feature. It appeals to all my senses... I was too scared to use it because I was scared that I would simply waste it. However, after using my Dream Dictionary for months, dreams have become very important to me, so I decided that using it as a Dream Book, where I jot all of my dreams down, wouldn't be considered as a waste by myself in a few months time.
This is the background of my tragic tale...
Ever since school started back, dreams have been escaping my memory box as soon as my mind awakens. This is very upsetting because not only do I now have next to no idea what is playing on my sub-conscious, but I also have nothing to write down in my favourite, very expensive notebook. I'll have a huge gap in it and that, quite simply, will not do!
Mother says that this is a good thing as it shows that there is nothing stressful or important enough playing on my mind for me to actually remember the oh so important dreams, however, I disagree and think that the lack of memory as far as dreams are concerned is being caused by school itself! Alas, in my opinion, School has stolen my Dreams, and that's a crime...
Actually, using the word crime has just reminded me of something that I read the other day... In Poem for the Day One, there's a bullet point in the top left corner of October 29 (Pg.317) and it says the following:
Sir Walter Raleigh executed October 29th 1618. Facing death he is reported to have said of the axe, "This is sharp medicine, but it is a sure cure for all diseases"
I just thought that was pretty epic and I had to share it with you!
I have a book, a very expensive notebook to be exact, and I love it with all my mind. Everything from the powder pink background to the bright green bird as the main feature. It appeals to all my senses... I was too scared to use it because I was scared that I would simply waste it. However, after using my Dream Dictionary for months, dreams have become very important to me, so I decided that using it as a Dream Book, where I jot all of my dreams down, wouldn't be considered as a waste by myself in a few months time.
This is the background of my tragic tale...
Ever since school started back, dreams have been escaping my memory box as soon as my mind awakens. This is very upsetting because not only do I now have next to no idea what is playing on my sub-conscious, but I also have nothing to write down in my favourite, very expensive notebook. I'll have a huge gap in it and that, quite simply, will not do!
Mother says that this is a good thing as it shows that there is nothing stressful or important enough playing on my mind for me to actually remember the oh so important dreams, however, I disagree and think that the lack of memory as far as dreams are concerned is being caused by school itself! Alas, in my opinion, School has stolen my Dreams, and that's a crime...
Actually, using the word crime has just reminded me of something that I read the other day... In Poem for the Day One, there's a bullet point in the top left corner of October 29 (Pg.317) and it says the following:
Sir Walter Raleigh executed October 29th 1618. Facing death he is reported to have said of the axe, "This is sharp medicine, but it is a sure cure for all diseases"
I just thought that was pretty epic and I had to share it with you!
Kindest Regards,
A Dreamless,
Stripes xy
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