I try to write down all of my dreams. I’m not really sure why. At the moment I don’t have any plans of compiling and publishing them or doing some kind of massive research project on what’s going on in my psyche while I sleep at night. It just always seems like a good idea at the time.

The other day I attended an event at which I had a conversation with a woman about Temple Invisible Children. I asked if I could take down her email address so that I could add her to the club listserv. I opened my notebook to a random page and handed it to her. When she gave it back I realized that the page I opened the notebook to contained a detailed account of a nightmare I had about three nights prior. The last sentence below which she wrote her email address read as follows:

“There was so much blood pouring from the hole in his side that my shoes were splashing around in it like rain puddles.”

Well. Let’s just hope my new acquaintance doesn’t have wandering eyes nor a background in psychological dream analysis.