Nine hundred and eighty
One hundred and forty one dreams. I discovered that I didn't do my usual dream accounting in January or February of 2007. In fact I didn't do it at all. Of course I was preoccupied with work drama and slowly descending into my March depression.
So I don't know if this is the dreamiest year or not. Most likely not because I recall a year that supposedly had 157 dreams.
Went out to dinner on Monday night since I doubt I'll be eating much in the way of solids for a day or two. Fortunately I still have some painkillers left just in case.
Concise and to the point: I dreamt that something happened here seven years ago except my brain kept translating it into seventy years ago.
Even I don't know what I mean by "here" because the dream was simply green text on a black background. The words and numbers kept shifting and scrolling before my eyes.
