Archive for December, 2009

Dreams are a lot of fun

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

I had a shiny dream last night. Really shiny.

Was a kid, walking through a building of corridors, didn’t know hoe I’d got there, as far as I knew, I’d fallen asleep in class. Came to the end of the corridor I was in, there was different corridors, statues and such. The room I came out into was a massive hall, massive ceiling and running through it, like a sewer from a game, was a river of magma, there was a guy standing by it. (Think a little like the bit between the bank and auctionhouse in Ironforge, not that it was based on there I don’t think.)

I attacked and after a scuffle. managed to knock him into the lava and I ran onto the next room, he respawned from the lava behind me, with all fireworks and shit, waving his arms around and shouting and all that, but didn’t attack me again. Before I knocked him into the lava he had two knives and was dressed in brown. I guess this is what I get for watching Heroes and then moving onto Dexter.

In the next room there was a guy dressed like a super hero, blue spandex costume, rather overweight. (I blame the terrible porn chibi was throwing at me just before I went to bed) I fought him too, the guy in the previous room was the leader of the group, but this guy was stronger. He was different through, in that he could only move forward, not backwards. There were rules binding each god, different rules for everyone, his was a movement rule, meaning he could only move forward. I think I won, but barely.

I know I failed later on, but I don’t think it ever went into specifics how. But because I’d beaten the first guy, I’d passed. They were gods, and they were gonna make my character into a god too, if I survived it, most people didn’t beat the first god. The first god was the one training me, because he’d lost first, but spandex-guy helped a little.

I survived the training too, my rules were no communication. I don’t know what the rules binding the first god were, but it was interesting.

I was woken up then pretty much, but it was a really awesome dream, If I could draw, I’d draw comics, but I don’t feel I’m good enough. Maybe I’ll write out all these properly one day and get published and be famous. :p

Whee…

Monday, December 14th, 2009

I had a lucid dream the other night, not much of one, but still. It’s interesting, I’ve had like, three or four now, and they’ve all started off with me in bed.

I remember falling asleep, or I remember thinking I remember falling asleep, my body goes all pins and needles right before I drift off, maybe I feel this every night but only when I have a lucid dream do I remember it? I can always feel back to my body in these dreams too, like you might focus on an arm or a leg to see if it hurts slightly or not when awake, I can feel back to it and, interestingly, feel what position I’m sleeping in. Feeling back to my body, it’s always all pins and needles. I like that though, I’ve never had it wake me up. In lucid dreams the thing that most worries me is always the possibility that I’m not dreaming, and that I’m actually walking around just freaking people out.

But yeah, I remember waking up in bed and going “huh, is this a dream? Sure feels like one.” I checked my hands, and they were normal, then I checked them again, still normal, checked them again cause I was sure, and a finger was missing. It didn’t last long after that though, I got up, (always a weird sensation, like someone in a bad sitcom who’s just been hit by a car and is now watching themselves) walked to the door of my room, tried to see if I could push myself through it (It worked last time…) then, failing that, opened it, stepped out into the hall. I made sure it was still a dream so I didn’t wake up mum, and then realised it was fading.

That bit was interesting, I didn’t wake up, I just realised it was fading into another dream. I don’t think I tried to prolong it or anything, just let it go.

Muu

Saturday, December 12th, 2009

Washed my hair with diluted shampoo this morning (But it didn’t feel diluted, still lathered up the same…) Then got mum to cut it.

It’s well short now. Feels fluffy too.

Gonna dye it tomorrow to hide all the grey. (Which doesn’t show up on crappy webcam photo, yay)

The coming of the storm.

Thursday, December 10th, 2009

I had a really screwed up dream earlier, probably the closest thing I’ve had to a nightmare in a while.

It was dark, night time or late evening. I Was going home with mum and we were outside the front door. Funnily enough, it wasn’t the front door of any house I’ve ever lived in, maybe what this house looks like in my dream-world? It was a house with houses attached on both sides, and no front garden, the world was really grey and dark, contrasty. Have you ever noticed that things in your dream-world are always very different to what they’re like in real life, but they’re always fairly consistent? At least for me they are anyway. Like in my dreams there’s a river and a train station near my old house, but I’ve not dreamed about here enough to know what it looks like.

Anyway, was outside the front door, and just suddenly I was really, really scared. The whole atmosphere just suddenly went really oppressive. Like, something is coming and it is big and you better damn well panic. Later on in the dream I described it as waiting for the storm, or being in the eye of the storm, the dead calm where in just a moment all can be chaos.

I was basically running around panicking, blocking up all the windows, wondering what was gonna happen, I think I thought I was gonna die. I tried to phone grandma, I was that worried (I’d never phone anyone normally, I’m terrible at it, I even had to ask mum for her number) but she wasn’t answering her phone, I tried to go online to ask if it was just me feeling this but nowhere I went had anyone to ask. (I was trying the neoboards for some reason but could only find a single UK board and it was devoted to battling ;p)

It carried on like that I guess. There was a bit later on where I was in a supermarket, I think I was trying to buy food for somebody, maybe granddad, and mum’s old boyfriend Glenn might have been there too. The oppressive atmosphere was still there. It started to fade towards the end of the dream, but I was still glad to wake up, something I very rarely am.

Normally I’m not scared in dreams, no matter what. I had a dream once where I was being strangled, and even then I was curious to just see where it went, and a bit miffed when I woke up. It was really, really weird.

That’s what I get for trying to give up and sleep 6 hours, I suppose. :p

Fresh Start

Monday, December 7th, 2009

Starting again tonight. This is a statement of my motivation.

Thinking of buying myself a proper, expensive hairbrush, what with all the money being saved on shampoo and conditioner. :p Plus I get the feeling the hairbrush I have at the moment sucks.

Hair is only greasy along the parting at the top, at the ends it’s all nice and dry and stuff, hopefully it’ll all be like that eventually, once my head’s calmed down. I’m considering washing it every other day instead of every day. It takes like, three hours to dry… But maybe a good hairbrush could help with that too. I’ll stick with this routine for now. It forces me to put away time every day, which is nice. Before I just showered when I started to feel dirty enough or when I felt really annoyed. :p

I had an awesome dream this morning, there were several people all in this big country house, looked like it hadn’t been touched (or even dusted) for 100 years, they were locked in and trying to get out, doing detective work, finding hidden panels and stuff in the walls. But the best bit was, I was half dreaming I was watching it on telly at the same time as being one of the main characters. (A woman.) It looked like Murder She Wrote, it was rubbish quality and everyone was dressed like it was the 80s. I was enjoying it but mum woke me up. All the characters had split up and I was the woman, she’d just spotted a hidden compartment in the top right corner of a room, and was about to start climbing the wall to see what was behind it when I woke up. (It had one of those gym things against it like you got in school, folds away flat against the wall when not in use)

Was fun.

This was a dream.

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

Once we even saw something as big as the palace touch down, to either let somebody on, to let somebody off, whatever it was it took barely a moment.
two boys
there was a lot of people on the mission to start
the two fat women who were there when it was over
dads flat
old house
the statue of liberty and the neverhand
the lego puzzle
the mission to get the man
the falling through the floor, through the fans to the abyss
losing everyone from the boat, but the boat wasn’t the palance, the boat was smaller
everyone was frozen to ice and killed
reminded me of the wizard of oz
it wa beautiful

I was dreaming I was lucid dreaming, walking down the road, in the dream I was walking in reality, but I was asleep too, lucid sleepwalking, I’ve had a few days that’ve felt like that… Walking where I knew I was walking, but seeing it differently, I guess. I walked to the alleyway at the end of the road where we used to live, and I picked up an unused cigarette from the floor and put it in my pocket, to prove it had happened, to remember by. Maybe this would have cropped up as an item later in the dream?

(more…)

Beep

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

I reset. Going to bed at reasonable times for the next couple of days, before starting again. Slept from 8am-5pm today.It seems like such a waste of time, sleeping so much! I was enjoying all the time I got at night to just mess around. I did the dishwasher at 5am this morning and it was nice, because I felt like I didn’t have anything else to do with my time, it was free, unallocated.

I’ll try properly this time. I’ll follow the naps as closely as I can and tape over my volume control again. Maybe I won’t be on such an adrenaline high the second time around.

And In the other experiment, one thing I have noticed about my hair is it takes absolutely forever to dry now. It’s not itchy or smelly or anything, it just stays damp for ages (I checked, it doesn’t smell of anything) It feels oily at the moment, but I had a shower an hour ago and it ALWAYS feels like that afterwards before it’s totally dried, even with shampoo and conditioner and who knows what else. When it’s dry, it’s not as dry and frizzy as it normally is, but it’s not yet as bad as I was expecting, it still looks normal.

It does seem to be tangling easier than normal though, normally I can go days and days without brushing it or anything and it still looks exactly the same, but now it seems to be knotting up at the back a bit if I neglect it for a day.

Hmm.

Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

On a different note, my hair still feels ok. Just making sure I brush it well and properly every day.

Been trying to use a bit less soap too and a patch of sore dry skin I’ve had for long enough that I’d given up trying to make it go away, months and months, has cleared up and healed completely in under a week, so that’s interesting.