[LittleForgetMeNot]

I used to have very vivid dreams. Dreams of storys, random things, boys I liked, people I knew, etc. I always wanted to get them interperated if they weren't story-like (I've literally had dreams that weren't related to me or anybody in anyway, it was like an actual movie with a plot and characters and everything) but now for some reason, I can't remember them anymore. I wake up like I haven't dreampt at all.. Only a few weeks ago I could hold onto every image in my mind. I used to tell them to friends and my Dad for their entertainment (if they weren't personal) but now I just feel.. dead. My dreams were a big part of something that made me really happy, they enforced my creativity and brought inspriation to my little novels, but they're all lost now.

I know this isn't really a huge concern.. but I just feel like a little peice of my soul has dissappeared a long with my dreams.