2003-05-15

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Dream Journal

Since keeping an online journal, it has given me an opportunity to write down all of my dreams as I remember them in the mornings. This is the list, ordered by date and with titles for easier navigating. Most of the dreams run in the thousand-word descriptions and are detailed. [ more ] (updated 2003.05.15)

Erika's Journal

"I only regret that everybody wants to deprive me of the journal, which is the only steadfast friend I have, the only one which makes my life bearable, because my happiness with human beings is so precarious, my confiding moods rare, and the least sign of non-interest is enough to silence me. In the journal I am at ease."
-- Anais Nin

These journal entries are from 1991-1995, those that still exist. I used to keep a more regular journal earlier than that, but I most likely threw it away in one of my tantrums at the time. I know that the one from 1992 was destroyed in one of these fits, more's the pity. That is why there are no entries from that year.

1991 [ read ] 13kb
There are a number of rather short entries from this year, from when we were coming to Australia up to when we arrived.

1993 [ read ] 2kb
Hardly an entry worth mentioning, but here are the few that remain.

1994 [ read ] 14kb
This is when my journal entries begin to get more substantial and a bit more personal. Some of the views expressed embarrass me at this point, but they stand as such when I was 14.

1995 [ read ] 11kb
Beginning the first year of senior high school, I seem so very young.

Damien's Journal

1991 [ read ] 38kb (added 2002.01.20)
Quite by chance I came across a journal of my brother's. It's set in 1991 and the English is so … poor that I had to clean it up a little, but it's certainly more comprehensive than my 1991 journal. He gave his permission for me to type it up and put it online—just as well, because the lead of the pencil it was written in is becoming very faint. My brother, master of the run-on sentence that makes no sense—this journal took quite a bit of fiddling to keep what he meant yet make sense where none did before.

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