I really don't. I've tried keeping several in 'real life.' I'll read them a few months later, maybe a year, decide that they're useless and rip all the wasted pages out. They bore me to tears. So now I have a bunch of half used notebooks that are half the thickness they're supposed to be. The only journal that has been any use or entertainment to me is my dream journal.

Ah! I love to dream. I daydream a lot I think.....it's interesting, it's basically like watching a dream while I'm awake. It doesn't interfere with any task that I'm doing, or conversation that I'm holding. I'm definitely not directing what happens, like if I was trying to write a story in my head.....so they must be a kind of dream. I can't remember any in particular....

As for my actual dreams, some are very vague and I can only remember a feeling, or even a color scheme, but I know that I certainly dreamt. Those kind I can't write down because they can't be described with words, in order for anyone else to understand they would have to dream them themselves.

So far for 2008 I've written down six dreams, or six nights that I dreamed, a few of them are very long, having several completely different parts, each of which could be considered a single dream. In that case I've written down thirteen separate segments. Sometimes I forget them within minutes of waking, that makes me so sad. I try all day to recall them, but it's no use.

I used to think I didn't dream that often, but now that I've started writing them down, perhaps I was wrong. Even if I don't dream that often, dreaming extra long dreams makes up for that.
Now, for an excerpt of a dream, or a single dream from a multi-dream night, if you will. Apparently this was September 5th, 2006

~There is an alien in our kitchen, he is taking our onions. He is about my height, a typical gray alien with big eyes. He explains to me that all this abduction business is just a big misunderstanding. He tells me that all his people want are onions, carrots, and navy beans. With those ingredients they make a soup which cures them of a disease. He says that the disease is similar to cancer and that they can't grow the ingredients on his home planet. I ask him if any of their plants would cure our cancer, he doesn't know. So we, my mother and I, take him to the grocery store. He gets really excited when he sees the onions. He starts filling the cart with them.~