Dear Dream Journal,
I realize that I have been neglecting you. I think it’s because I don’t remember my dreams when I don’t get enough sleep, which lately has been every night.
Also, Harry Potter says in the Order of the Phoenix that he thinks dream journals are stupid, so it’s taking me a bit of courage to stand up to him like this.
But last night I finally had a worthwhile dream.
In the dream, there was an evil robot from outer space that came to earth disguised as a regular teenage boy. He was beloved by all, and I actually lived in a foster home with him. (We were both orphans?) But I knew the truth about him, and so did Luke. And it just so happens that in my dream, Luke was a super hero, and traveled to outer space to fight and defeat the evil robot. Then, there was a movie made about it, and the dream ended at the movie’s premiere. And my husband was (and is) pretty dang awesome.
LYLAS, Dream Journal. BFFAE.