The light has finally turned from yellow to green and to celebrate this glorious occasion it is raining (victoriously).

I can finally say older is not always better and this is a good time to perhaps reconsider it as a plus point which means lesson learnt and day well spent.

In other news I have restarted my dream journal and it has had a healthy inflow of entries (three) and I was astounded to be able to remember my dreams three days after having it. BoM says there is a 90% chance of rain and 40km/h winds for tomorrow and to mark the start of the semester I will finally be having a class in the ASB, a first in a little over one and a half years.

Want to know a fun fact? You can find this blog through "give me the veggies" in google images. I should keep a tally on how many fun facts I have dispensed throughout the years and when looking at the list chuckle at my small pieces of wisdom. Which leads me onto my next thought; what happened to my dream journal? I have had some fantastic dreams lately which would only add to the absurd adventures I have had in the past.

I will indulge you with an example of what I mean by absurd through this entry dated 13/05/2010.

I was in a dark chapel at night and I was a skeleton. I was a prisoner and was compelled to escape (despite no recollections on the reason for captivity). I ejected(?) my spine into a waterway and I managed to escape but was chased (did not know what form they took at this point). I found bushes and hid there but a bunch of people (4-5?) realized I was behind bush. During this time I metamorphosized into a vampire and I thought I would be able to infect them so I tried to scare them by jumping out in a dramatic fashion. Instead of scaring them they managed to pin me down and inject something into me but it turns out I was being saved.

I have before me the dreams I recorded for the duration of a month and I think for the sake of my personal entertainment I will restart it again.

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