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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The Death of Snails

Last night I dreamed that everyone was talking about how I was
unemployed. I was reassuring them to expect great things from me.
I also dreamed that I walked through an aquarium and as I passed the
small exhibits with the underwater snails, they began to die, one by
one, as I walked by, setting off alarms. Their dying bodies glowed.
I had been searching for a bathroom, so when I saw that happening, I
quickened my pace and continued looking. As I rounded the left bend
(it seemed to be a continuing left curve there) I saw the bathroom
sign and workers were running by me in the direction I had come to
save the dying snails. And I knew in some way, I had killed them.
I entered the bathroom, where two girls ahead of me were gossiping
about someone and sat down in a stall.


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My name is Jennifer and this is my dream diary. You'll probably think my dreams are weird; I know I do! I have been having very vivid, clear dreams my entire life, some which I still remember from when I was a child. I always dream in color, and frequently, though I don't update this blog as frequently as I'd like to.

Of note: I suffer from very mild depression and anxiety disorder, so I'm sure both have a lot to do with that, especially the latter. Death or near-death appears to be a common theme.

I hope if you take the time to read this, you find it interesting at least. I decided to begin documenting my dreams to figure out why I remember them with such clarity and others do not. Please feel free to comment and leave feedback!