Saturday, June 03, 2006
Pirate ships
I had a rather odd dream yesterday. I can't quite get to sleep right now so I figured now is as good a time as any to type this out.I don't remember much of it, but what I do remember doesn't make much sense.As much as I recall, it involve my family and I needing to get to Florida or some place just past it. It was almost like a road trip except the vehicle we used was actually a giant pirateship (?) on wheels. It was huge. Well, it looks big from the outside in comparison to a car. It was along the size of a semi-truck (lengthwise) and just a bit taller, not quite sure if it had sails though. It basically parked like a car and in the dream, my family and I made a stop, for some reason, at this dock like area, only I don't remember seeing a dock or water nearby (I got the impression of a dock). There were many other parked pirateships though...So my family disappears somewhere and I'm left to my own devices. I remember standing there and putting on some of that vanilla icing smackers lip-gloss. You know the one that you have to apply with the stick? Yeah that one, only I dropped the stick and it got all covered in sand. Enter a grumble for dropping the stupid thing, but all is well for I see a water drinking fountain a yonder of three feet. It's one of those rounded fountains with the two levels, one higher and one lower. Cool, I can wash off the sand from this lip-gloss stick (ew...would never use it again in real time). Hmm, the fountain looks clogged (probably from all that frigging sand that's at the bottom). Oh well, the water still works so I proceed to clean off the lip-gloss stick.Well, that was simple, why didn't I just use the higher levelled drinking fountain? I don't think it was clogged. T_T Ahh, what's done is done.At this time I notice a little girl in a dress with dirty blond hair run up to me a little ways in front of a lady that I assumed was her mother. Strange kid that one. She asked me if I had a tv. I told her I didn't and that was the end of it. I think we had a brief conversation but I can't quite recall what it was about. All I know is that it had something to do with the tv....or was it mirror?After that, I can't remember anything other than suddenly sitting beside some guy...and leaning my head on his shoulder... o.O What the hell. Who the heck is this guy and what am I doing? He had short dark brown hair, I think, was wearing an un-tucked white dress shirt and was taller than me (grrr), but then again, everyone is taller than me (Except charmaine of course ohoohohoh.)I think this guy had his....arm around me? Wha..I think I just died. He is totally in my bubble man. In real life, I'd probably beat you if you did that and I didn't know you for something like 3 years at least (yes I have high standards)....Okay so I wouldn't beat you but I'd definitely try to get some space as soon as possible. The odd thing was that I felt comfortable....well, it is a dream I guess, but this was weird. It was like...'I just laid on the most relaxing bed in the history of mankind' comfortable. I think if I fell aseep on this guy, I could possibly sleep forever (and I don't mean death you guys). I wonder what it all means. No, I'm not looking for a lover of any kind. Don't make me go ninja on you. Though I do notice, I have a strange addiction to lip-glosses in real life. You don't supposed they're putting nicotine in the lipgloss now do you? Hmm, you never know...
This is how all things worked...
5:06 AM
Thursday, April 13, 2006
The Ghost
Once upon a time there was a girl named Iris.Iris lived with her family in a little white, teal, brown, wooden, stucco house. It had an identical white, teal, brown, wooden stucco garage located a little ways from the house with a little yard behind the white, teal brown, wooden, stucco garage just big enough for a small garden.But behind this garage, instead of a garden, was a graveyard haunted by one lone male ghost who liked to chase Iris whenever she climbed up the ladder over the garage roof and onto the other side where the graveyard was located.Everytime Iris came over the garage, the ghost would chase Iris around the outside of the garage until she passed the line where the backyard began and the concrete ended. He would stop like he suddenly lost interest in chasing Iris and slowly float back over to the graveyard to wait for the next time Iris climbed over the garage roof.One day Iris decided to confront the ghost. She climbed over the garage roof and when the ghost chased Iris again she began to fence with the ghost using a toothpick. They fought for something like 2 minutes with Iris' little sister watching from the green patio stairs.Finally, Iris managed to knock the ghost's toothpick out of his hands and the ghost seemed to give up. He began to float higher and moved towards a truck which just so happen to have arrived just then. The ghost floated and settled into a closed casket resting in the back of the truck. Once the ghost had disappeared from sight the truck pulled out of Iris' drive way and left.The ghost was gone and Iris felt slightly sad that the ghost was gone. Now all she could do was pick up his dropped toothpick as her sister stood beside her.It was a sunny autumn day. The End.And the moral of the story is....Don't fight with toothpicks. You'll lose more than an eye.I was a weird kid. Must be the milk. It should come with a warning label.
I am not on crack.
This is how all things worked...
3:22 AM
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Fuzz and Foot Massages
Oh hey! I remembered this one dream Ling had. I thought it was pretty funny.
She told me that Saitoh from Rurouni Kenshin was her man servant (ahahahaha) and he took off her white fuzzy socks and gave her a foot massage. Ahahahahahahaha. That's pretty funny stuff.
Now how come I don't get a man servant?
Life is unfair....
This is how all things worked...
4:13 AM
After Thought
Hmm, you know what?My post for that first dream is a wee bit too long me thinks. I was trying to write it like a story almost. Well it seems like it once I re-read it. Bit too much detail. If I were a random person passing by I wouldn't want to read it, its so long. I'll try to cut it down the next time but seriously that's all I was thinking when I dreamed that. Well not really thinking, my impulses if you could call it. I don't know how to explain.Well, I have to sleep. Maybe I'll dream of something. Something good like that one dream with me having a really dry mouth, thinking 'man...I'm really thirsty' only to turn around and find Inuyasha standing behind me holding a glass of water. *sweatdrop* How convenient. ohohoho. I had it when I was sick with a sore throat during first year in exam week. Go figure.
This is how all things worked...
3:46 AM
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Could be a Sign...
Alrighty! First dream....Alright, not really first but the first one on this blog. I think I had this a few days ago. It's actually the third one but the first two I can't really remember now other than the fact that when I woke up and the first thing I thought was 'cool'. If I could remember more of it, I could have used them as story plots. They also involved Inuyasha and in the second one, kenshin. Bonus.Yes I know I'm a dork.Okay so basically this is what I can remember.Medium grey clouds covered the afternoon sky as I ran between buildings racing for the bus stop. Downtown buses were often unreliable according to time schedules and I was in a hurry. I could see Churchill square up ahead across the street with its trees all nice and green and made a unconscious note of the smell of summer rain that was in the air.Up ahead I acknowledged the presence of one lone blond lady also waiting for the bus and all I could comprehend was 'good, the bus hasn't come by yet'.Slowing to a slight jogging motion as I approached the glass bus shelter I realized there as something wrong with the scene. Approximately a block away from my desired destination I realized that two Caucasian males were starting to harass the bus stop's lone occupant.For some reason the scene began to anger me and a sudden surge of protectiveness came up in me which was strange. I had no association to the lady currently looking increasingly uncomfortable and slightly frightened nor did I know the two males. Somewhere in the back of my mind a small voice told me to mind my own business and that the situation could quickly get out of hand and I would be caught in the middle of it should I choose to intercept. However, that little piece of my superego was ignored as I stepped in between the lady and the males and promptly told them to bug off.Now after this point I would like to think that all went well and that I did not get my ass thoroughly kicked and my body thrown into a tree but I have no idea what proceeded that moment as the scene changed to that of a bright sunny summer day.Now with a cloudless bright blue sky that I could see through the window, I was relocated to my old neighborhood in my hometown. I could see the small field in the middle of the block where I often played in with my sister, the grass primly cut by one of the neighborhood adults.I faced a window towards the outside of the building that I seemed to acknowledge as my house, only the interior was not that of my home. Instead things were set up as if it were a small church. Folding chairs were laid out in straight rows enough to seat at most 50 people which were now leaving through the front door that served as the back of the church room. Apparently service was over and after a minute all that was left were a few loiterers and the still surprisingly straight rows of folding chairs. Perhaps they screwed them down to the floor? For some reason I doubt they would do that.Facing the window as I started to lift my bag to leave I notice something out of the corner of the window that made my heart skip a beat and what I suspect to be adrenaline to increase in my veins. Some guy was running towards the 'church' completely surrounded by flames! What the begeezes?!?! My jaw dropped open and for a second I wondered how this he managed to set himself completely on fire. The way he was burning reminded me of what would happen when a chicken wing caught on fire on the BBQ. Disturbing I know but the image that I recalled from my first aid course was that of third degree burns (that severely reminded me of perfectly done BBQ chicken, argh) which I was positive this individual would have.The largest surprise and puzzlement that occurred was that as he entered the church, miraculously the flames disappeared. Okay now I don't know what to think as he proceeded to calmly walk a few rows ahead of me to sit down. The previously flam-baying man looked like nothing had even occurred to him, though he did seem a bit dazed. Forgetting about leaving I walked up to him and started to apply my first aid on him and asked him if he was okay, if I could assist him and all that needed junk.The man really didn't need anything as when I lifted his sleeve to check for damage there was nothing except for many old scars. There were parts on his arm that appeared to be slightly suffering from first degree burns but they seemed to heal right before my eyes. Now this is strange but I could not ponder over this in my dream as the rest of the night my memory went blank.Basically I woke up going 'what the hell....'. That was one strange dream though not as strange as some of the ones I remember from when I was young. (Singing pirates on floating boats anyone? I know there's got to be an island with a giant ice sculpture of the Nike symbol somewhere in the real world...)Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me, if I don't go to church, I'll go up in flames. Woo, symbolic I tell you. I don't know exactly what the beginning of the dream meant but in the end, what dream really makes sense. It's all in code I tell you. Our shoulder angel and devil are bored and thought it would be fun to confuse us.Well I think that is all for now. It's now 5:13am and I was planning to go to church but now I don't think I'll be able to get up. Maybe that's why I was sent that dream. Hmm.....I have a couple more recent dreams waiting to be listed down and have only now found time to write. (I began this draft post on February 25 and only finished it now, March 26, horrible) However all other recent dreams are not quite as clear as this one. Perhaps I'll write them down or perhaps I won't. But I have to say that the recent ones were pretty interesting even though my memory on them is rather patchy. I can clearly remember waking and thinking.....'holy crap that was cool' only to have the images slip away. Man that's frustrating. I need to start sleeping with a notepad so that when I wake up I can jot things down about my dreams.Okay, I really need to get some shut eye. I've already spent the whole day entertaining my 5 year old second cousin and I was bushed until I had some tea. Holy man, after that I was wide awake. I think it may have been spiked.Anyways, see you guys till next time. Maybe I'll have another worthwhile dream. As long as it isn't a nightmare I'll be happy.Ciao guys.
This is how all things worked...
12:08 AM
Thursday, February 23, 2006
The Lowdown
All right! A new post!
Ok, a little explanation on the purpose of this blog. This will be the blog where, whenever I have a dream (I see fit to post), I will try to my best ability to remember details and proceedings that occurred in said dream. If I remember anything about past dreams, I'll probably add it sometime also.
This is how all things worked...
2:04 AM
Thursday, February 16, 2006
New
New! Gotta study. Will post more later....
^.^;
This is how all things worked...
1:38 AM
