10/22/2015
That damn little black goat was in my dream again. He was following me along side a ditch, and I don't know why I have to invite him over. He's just so cute, and he walked next to me, and was awfully smelly.
Then I was stuck on this weird space aged cruise ship which was destroyed by a sea monster. Me and James were in the inside and creatures were coming in soon to attack. I wanted to have sex one last time before we died. We started to, but then James worried about my stitches. I gained a little bit of consciousness and told James it didn't matter because it was just a dream but he wasn't listening because I could only control myself. Then next thing I knew, Jess had found us in the room and came in. I forced myself to wake up because I didn't want to stay and die.
(I can't figure out if the black goat is a symbol of bad heath and death, if it's my friend, me, or possible my temptation to James.)
(I find it interesting that some of my dreams I can gain consciousness enough to know its a dream, yet not realizing I can control it.)
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