This is a record of a dream I had and I felt that I had to keep track of my dream.

27th July 2011 3:28 am
It was the same neighborhood.
The sky was getting dark but the streetlight in front of my house still did not light up.
And then a dump truck appeared in front of me, in front of our gate.
It did not surprise me.
It just made me wonder what it was doing there.
I poked at it.
I traced an imaginary line at the back of the dump truck.
I began to climb it.
When I reached the top(the truck was filled with sand), I looked at our compound and saw that it had a great view over our compound.
I saw Joey coming closer wearing grey shorts and a black T-shirt.
I called to him as I have always called him, "Joy!"
We had a small talk then he went his way afterwards.
I think we were talking about music.
He has not gone far when I saw you getting closer.
Suddenly the street light lit up and it did not surprise me.
It did not surprise me because all of my attention was focused on you.
It's like the street light lit up for me to be able to see your face clearly.
I was looking at you.
I was looking at you like I was watching an edited film.
The scene changed in an instant, everything was moving in slow-motion.
You looked just the same, with your slender hips and distinctly larger than normal breasts.
You were wearing a red printed T-Shirt with a darker color on the sleeves.
Maybe dark blue or dark green.
"Ren!", I called to you.
"Mm?", stingy with words as always.
Out of nowhere, a TV appeared before you and you just ignored it(You were not surprised at all about the TV and surprisingly, nor was I, especially when it turned itself on) and was about to go your way but I mentioned something (I don't remember what exactly).
You faced me, I got the ground with a leap and went closer to the TV with you.
We were having a conversation and watching the drama TV (I can't remember what the drama was about).
Then I tried to push the power button but I couldn't push it.
There seems to be an invisible barrier over the power button.
I concentrated and poked over the button over and over again and I thought "if I couldn't push this button, then this must be a dream".
So I concentrated on poking on the button.
Then I woke up on our small couch with my index finger pointing at the back of the sofa.

-finished writing at 4:04am

If you thought there was a point to this other than just a record of a dream, then you are mistaken. ^_^

I have recorded more or less five more dreams of mine (I had a big notebook nearby) and I plan on recording more dreams if I am able to remember them.