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07/14/2003: the lack of any substantial posts here...
...is, as those who read the last entry might have guessed, due to me reading the Harry Potter books. And yeah, by now I've borrowed books four and five from my sister, too. ATM I'm in the middle of the fourth. I expect it will be a while longer before I'm done with them, because I'm not a fast reader. I don't think I'll acquire yet another fandom, but they certainly have me hooked.
Totally unrelated, I had a colorful weird dream last night, that I remembered very vividly right after waking up, but -- unfortunately -- I have forgotten most of it already. I think it's strange that I almost always remember at least parts of my dreams right after waking up, but even if I make a conscious effort to go over everything I remember of a dream right after waking up, it won't stay in my memory any better. The only way is to write it down right after waking, and even then often I'll forget some parts of the dream as I write other parts down. It is annoying. But I guess it's harder to remember things that make no sense, don't really have any cause-effect order, or consistent timeline. I mean, when I reread dreams I've written down a few days earlier, I don't remember having that dream either, and they seem all the weirder for it.
Anyway, I still remember one scene of my dream tonight, quite towards the end. I was locked in some kind of huge storage room with a large, slobbering dog, that was possibly guarding the things in the many ceiling-high metal shelves (there were mostly neon-colored, semi-transparent plastic suitcases, roughly the size of laptops, on the shelves, but I'm not sure what was in them, it might have been comic books), and the only way to prevent the dog from attacking, was to throw stuffed animals (which somehow conveniently lay around) at it, so that it would tear up the plush things while I evaded it. It was sort of stressful, though in the end the door wasn't locked after all (or maybe it had been opened again) and I could escape.
