Jesus. I had a dream that my father died. It was so frickin' real. I remember crying and crying and crying. I was a wreck. I totally thought it was really happening. Again, I also had thoughts of "I have to blog this", but this time, it was more because I knew that writing would be therapeutic - and that made it even more real. When I woke up from it, I was exhausted, emotionally and physically, and it took me a few minutes to remember that it wasn't real.

I then looked in my dream dictionary to see if my father dying had any sort of meaning. As it turns out, the death of a father means that I will soon be undertaking a new task which will give me more responsibility. Woopee.

There are, of course, 3 ways of looking at dreams. The first is that they are just a bunch of random images that get sewn together in REM states. The 2nd is the psychoanalytical route - taking symbols and themes within the dream, and drawing parallels to your waking life. The 3rd, final, and current route is dream interpretation through preset symbols/meanings. This route also assumes that we can fortell out fortunes through our dreams.. that our subconscious knows things that our conscious selves do not. Hm.

Anyway, thought I'd share that all with you.

On a completely unrelated topic, I have found an old diary I used to keep my when I was about 9 or so. It's pretty funny, and I think I will blog some of those old journal entries for your amusement (how post-modern of me! a journal within a journal! ha!).