Quick update...
So, last night, I had probably two of the weirdest dreams, ever. They tend to always be a little absurd and a bit terrifying when I'm sick... *cough* so that's my only explanation for them.
The first is so uncharacteristically strange that I don't want to write about it in detail. It was creepy and sexual and involves people I never really see or talk to... It was messy and realistic and my biggest worry the whole time was getting to work on time. Dream-me is super pervy and total creeper.
The latter involved me getting into a super badass knife-fight. There was this guy in my room, and we were like KACHING! CHING! CLANG! ...all kinds of steel-y-like onomatopoeia. And then CLUNK! got him right in his sternum!! It was thick, and I'm pretty sure we were fighting with butter knives, as opposed to something more ninja-esque, so that didn't help. But the guy admitted defeat. In fact, this was the 2nd time I'd fought him, bested him, and killed him (the dream did not explain why he'd been reborn). Brandon goes and brings me back a much sharper chef's knife or something (figures) and the guy closes his eyes and lets me go for his heart. The dream ends with me wondering if we should just wait and let the cops come and collect the body, but I figure that wouldn't be such a wise decision. Instead, I decide we should bury him, but I realize that's exactly what we did to his previous body.
Now, because my dreams tend to be so vivid and detailed, I never ever know when I'm dreaming, until I wake up. However, I didn't notice the wake-up this time around. I hear the hubs rummaging around in the living room, and I think, "I'll have to ask him to help me bury the body, again. It'll be weird having two of the same body in the same place. ..............wait...when did he have time to bury a first body and I didn't notice? ...oooooooh, I was dreaming."
Too bad, I thought I was pretty amazing in that knife-fight.
It's probably for the best that I don't remember these things, as is usually the case. Now I have to go analyze all of this nonsense and wonder why I'm such an awesome perverted-ninja-bastard.
At least my dreams don't revolve around work and politics, like the hubs'. It's hilarious when he wakes up and I say good morning, and he responds with something like, "It wasn't good enough, we'll have to keep practicing," or "It's not going to work that way...Their strategy's going to have to change if they want to win."
"What are you talking about??"
"Nothing, shut up! >_<." Heh, the awesome oaf.
!!!!Sidenote, I decided to wait until the year anniversary of buying our house together before I posted a before-and-after of all we've done (and not done, tee hee) with it. So this December!! MEGA-UPDATE! **cue explosion sound effects**!!!!
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
10.22.2011
Expired Dreamcatcher
so i've been dreaming lots, right? at first, it was only work-oriented dreams that were seeping into my nightly escapades and making me forget what my work schedule is in real life. now, i'm starting to dream up non-existent school realities. aaargh!
few weeks ago, i remember telling the hubs that i vividly dreamed i was rushing around my old high school, trying to find where my classrooms would be located for the next semester. out of nowhere, a crazed Wolverine (not the animated one) starts smashing through walls trying to get at me, for no apparent reason but that i am always the main focus of whatever is happening in my dreams. makes me sound like an ass......... way to go, unconscious. -_- later that dream, once i'm in class and no longer being chased around, i distinctly remember two different teachers assigning essay assignments. on the first day of class! bitches.
so, the other day, my unconscious decides to vividly continue on with the direction this last dream began. it was 8am and on the way to my first class. it's no longer high school, by the way. my dreams have decided that in order to make sense and confuse me, they had to occur in a college setting. ......so no Wolverine, obviously. anywho, so it's 8am and on the way to class, i find out from a classmate (real chick) that those 2 essays i was to assigned were due that day!! my goddamn unconscious decided to weave dreams together! i start freaking out, then calming down and planning my next move. i'll simply tell the truth, tell my professors that i wasn't prepared. i'll skip the first two classes (one essay due in each of these said classes), write write the papers, and then submit them later that day. things like this have totally happened to me in real life, by the way. but that is neither here nor there.
suddenly, i wake up, look at the clock, see that it's 7am, and start freaking out. ten seconds later, i realize that i was dreaming, and that i've graduated from shit-university almost half a year ago now.
way
to
go.
freakin' unconscious makes me confuse work schedules and then makes me relive the adrenaline rushes that come with being an amazing procrastinator.
<3
PS - why the hell can't' i be a lucid dreamer? why couldn't i just pull an Inception-trick, realize that i'm dreaming (i need a totem!), and make Wolverine undress???
few weeks ago, i remember telling the hubs that i vividly dreamed i was rushing around my old high school, trying to find where my classrooms would be located for the next semester. out of nowhere, a crazed Wolverine (not the animated one) starts smashing through walls trying to get at me, for no apparent reason but that i am always the main focus of whatever is happening in my dreams. makes me sound like an ass......... way to go, unconscious. -_- later that dream, once i'm in class and no longer being chased around, i distinctly remember two different teachers assigning essay assignments. on the first day of class! bitches.
so, the other day, my unconscious decides to vividly continue on with the direction this last dream began. it was 8am and on the way to my first class. it's no longer high school, by the way. my dreams have decided that in order to make sense and confuse me, they had to occur in a college setting. ......so no Wolverine, obviously. anywho, so it's 8am and on the way to class, i find out from a classmate (real chick) that those 2 essays i was to assigned were due that day!! my goddamn unconscious decided to weave dreams together! i start freaking out, then calming down and planning my next move. i'll simply tell the truth, tell my professors that i wasn't prepared. i'll skip the first two classes (one essay due in each of these said classes), write write the papers, and then submit them later that day. things like this have totally happened to me in real life, by the way. but that is neither here nor there.
suddenly, i wake up, look at the clock, see that it's 7am, and start freaking out. ten seconds later, i realize that i was dreaming, and that i've graduated from shit-university almost half a year ago now.
way
to
go.
freakin' unconscious makes me confuse work schedules and then makes me relive the adrenaline rushes that come with being an amazing procrastinator.
<3
PS - why the hell can't' i be a lucid dreamer? why couldn't i just pull an Inception-trick, realize that i'm dreaming (i need a totem!), and make Wolverine undress???
9.20.2011
Dreamscapes and Permanent Symbols
so i don't normally remember my dreams. i vividly remember many more dreams from when i was a young'n than any recent ones (though...that's probably 'cause most of those were terrifying and traumatic nightmares). however, i guess my crazy sleep schedule has caused my brain to suddenly attribute some importance to what it spews up at night. in the last 3 days, i've recalled being chased around my high school by Wolverine (not a sexual dream, regrettably -_-), and losing one of my earrings.
the former was just weird and random, and i didn't try to read anything into it, but the latter really freaked me out. i woke up unsure of whether it had happened or not and hesitantly reached up to feel if it was still there or not. my earrings are very special to me. i wear one black one on my left ear and one silver one on my right ear as constant reminders of a need for "balance." i never switch them out and i never wear anything else - they're very important to me.
and while we're on the topic of body alterations... i told myself when i was but a wee-little gay boy that i wanted to do something special for myself every birthday since i turned 18. that day, i got my cartilage pierced (this has since been removed 'cause the hubs didn't care for it. not too special. it's ok). when i was 19, i got my two regular ear-piercings. and at 20, i got a tattoo on my upper back. BUT, i haven't done anything since! so, this year, i've told myself that i will not waiver from my original plan and i've been working on various tattoo ideas. i've been going over them with the hubs, 'cause, even though i know it's my body and all that blah-blah stuff, i respect his opinion and i won't get anything that he wouldn't like.
i've come up with a few ideas, but i'm PRETTY sure i've decided on which one i'll be getting next. i'm really excited!! the idea i have will be a little less...hidden...than my previous one. *nerdy squeal*
finally, i think Gears of War 3 came out today. i'm so angry with myself for never having played the series. i did see a GoW1+2 pack at Gamestop a few weeks ago, so i think that'll be the first thing i pick up. then, depending on whether i like the series or not, i'll either continue with it, or switch over and buy that one zombie game that everyone (except me) is playing.
i haven't touched my Xbox for anything other than Netflix in weeks. how shameful.
<3
PS, i don't want to say much on this topic... but i'd totally get someone fired for doing/saying something insulting and unethical, regardless of the fact that they're close to retirement. age doesn't supersede propriety. i guess that makes me a bad person (it doesn't).
the former was just weird and random, and i didn't try to read anything into it, but the latter really freaked me out. i woke up unsure of whether it had happened or not and hesitantly reached up to feel if it was still there or not. my earrings are very special to me. i wear one black one on my left ear and one silver one on my right ear as constant reminders of a need for "balance." i never switch them out and i never wear anything else - they're very important to me.
and while we're on the topic of body alterations... i told myself when i was but a wee-little gay boy that i wanted to do something special for myself every birthday since i turned 18. that day, i got my cartilage pierced (this has since been removed 'cause the hubs didn't care for it. not too special. it's ok). when i was 19, i got my two regular ear-piercings. and at 20, i got a tattoo on my upper back. BUT, i haven't done anything since! so, this year, i've told myself that i will not waiver from my original plan and i've been working on various tattoo ideas. i've been going over them with the hubs, 'cause, even though i know it's my body and all that blah-blah stuff, i respect his opinion and i won't get anything that he wouldn't like.
i've come up with a few ideas, but i'm PRETTY sure i've decided on which one i'll be getting next. i'm really excited!! the idea i have will be a little less...hidden...than my previous one. *nerdy squeal*
finally, i think Gears of War 3 came out today. i'm so angry with myself for never having played the series. i did see a GoW1+2 pack at Gamestop a few weeks ago, so i think that'll be the first thing i pick up. then, depending on whether i like the series or not, i'll either continue with it, or switch over and buy that one zombie game that everyone (except me) is playing.
i haven't touched my Xbox for anything other than Netflix in weeks. how shameful.
<3
PS, i don't want to say much on this topic... but i'd totally get someone fired for doing/saying something insulting and unethical, regardless of the fact that they're close to retirement. age doesn't supersede propriety. i guess that makes me a bad person (it doesn't).
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