I have kept a journal since the summer of 1989, sometimes in notebook form, most recently in digital. I still have one, it is online and private, I use the talk-to-text feature on my phone to dictate all the entries, and I never reread them. It is my therapist now, my brain clearing-house.
I recently dug around and found some old posts that were funny enough to revisit. Then, I did my best to build a post around them by finding somewhat related photos and videos.
[Apr. 27th, 2001|11:21 am]
I had a dream last night where my mother was trying to talk me into going to a baseball game with her. We were stopping off to visit a friend of hers that lived in a brick tower. To get up to her friend’s place, we had to walk up a staircase that wrapped around the outside of the tower, passing everyone else’s place along the way up. When we finally got up to the top we were tired and I sat down on a sofa to rest. Then about a minute later, a neighbor from down below came up to check on us, he said “I just wanted to make sure everything was ok, a man in a green turban and robe walked up here and didn’t wave at me.” I thought how strange, I hadn’t seen anyone, then I looked down and wouldn’t you know it, I was wearing a green robe and turban. I said “oh, I guess that was me.” Everyone looked at me and just nodded as to say “yes, we know”. Then I woke up.