a dream journal is a treasure trove of your unconscious wishes, fleeting thoughts and unbridled creativity. when you record your dreams with care, you open a little window into your unsupervised mind.

— ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝑗𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑦

• 03/01 ┊ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i visited the florist and asked for tulip seeds. the seeds grew into a tomato plant instead. i was upset and started walking to the flower shop to demand my money back. the journey was long and i got hungry. i turned around and returned home, made tomato soup, and felt happy.
• 09/01 ┊ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ a plump green frog appeared in my living room. i picked him up and put him inside a shoe box. it was steadily raining, so i sat by the doorframe waiting for it to cease. when it did, the frog leapt out of the box and bounded away.
• 10/01 ┊ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ mum and i went for a walk and encontered a house with four gigantic pumpkins growing in the garden. we paused, awestruck, and approached for a closer look. we sat ourselves atop them, laughing, and captured the moment in a photograph.
• 21/01 ┊ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i order a chicken sandwich with sour cream at a luncheonette. i eat slowly and mindfully. when finished, i awaken to find it's yet nightime, so i sleep again and return to the same place in a new dream. the owner remembers me and says, "not many can do that, you know?" i laugh and reply, "not many dreams have sandwiches this delicious" and order again.

— ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝑓𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑦

• 01/02 ┊ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i stand in the garden and a scent of petrichor reveals that rain is coming. i sing a song to warn the earthworms that it's time for them to come out of their hiding spots. they hear, and slowly appear out of the soil, wiggling their little bodies.
• 16/02 ┊ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i am feeling overwhelmed at an airport, when a stranger approaches me with kindness and guides me to a quiet room. we sit on the floor and talk of time, how it stretches and compresses, and of the process of growing and changing. we chat until my spirits are lifted, then go our separate ways.
• 27/02 ┊ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i am walking in the forest and stumble upon a ring of mushrooms. in the midst of the circle stood one, red and tall. without a thought, i bent and pressed my lips upon its cap, as if to say ‘i love you’ to nature itself. in that moment, all was still and quiet, as if the woods had paused to blush and say it back.

— ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ

• 07/03 ┊ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i am reading a bread-making book, but the words on the page constantly shift and different recipes appear. rye loaves, sourdough starters, and cinnamon confections dance across the page. eventually, i surrender my search of a recipe and let intuition guide me. as the bread bakes, i realise that i had combined everything into the most perfect bread creation.
• 19/03 ┊ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ i am on a dinner date with mr. darcy from pride and prejudice. he's very uninterested and answers all my questions with "who's to say?". it makes me furious. i take a little mouse from my coat pocket and place it in his plate, which makes him stand on his chair, squealing. i laugh so much it wakes me up.