We’re almost at the 5-year anniversary of this blog!! Crazy, right??
Anyway I’ve not been taking care of myself lately so the last few days I’ve been making a drive to sleep a little longer – long enough to let me dream, and as you know, dreaming does your body a LOT of good. I was out for…10 hours last night, I think? Which is almost unheard of for me. It means I wake up a little later, but it’s worth it to wake up feeling this recharged. This dream in particular was pretty exciting, and I remember being super excited in that dream too. Been a while…
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My memories of the first part of last night’s dream is pretty scattered – I was on my own for that part.
The part I remember started after some wandering around in London. I entered a Victorian bar, stood amongst a circle of around 50 people gathered around a single booth. In the centre was a man in a dapper black suit with an open jacket and a smooth white shirt and a top hat. To his side was a woman of around 60 years old in a plain purple sweater and black leggings. She had short dirty blonde hair, and a knowing look adorned her face – she knew the secrets of everything this man was telling us. They told us that we could dream together, and that a new world was upon us. Continue reading
I think I’ve just learned to accept my infrequent posting habits on this site. Can’t help it when it’s this sort of topic, even as this site nears its 5th anniversary…
It’s reaching 7am as I type this now, but it’s been a while since I had a dream unnerving enough to wake me up and remember. When I still had nightmares, sometimes there would be this…atmosphere before it became a nightmare. Everything would go dark, everything would go silent, and I’d almost always be on my own. That’s how the arcade felt.
I had several dreams last night, going slowly from benign to unnerving – unnerving enough to wake me up at half past four in the morning, at least, and so I sit here at half five in the morning, writing away the stress.
You expected Homestuck? Rosetta? Pokemon? Kan Gao? Uhhhhh Darren Korb??? Nope! Splatoon!
(ok so…it’s still video game music and it’s kinda in the same vein as a lot of other stuff I’ve posted, but it’s something new, right? I LOVE Off the Hook. I haven’t actually played Splatoon 2 or Splatoon except Splatoon’s single-player mode though…)
My dreams have been easier to remember but for reasons I won’t go into they have been REALLY irritating me recently. I only remember this one for the blood moon aspect. It was a carefree dream though! I just don’t get why the USA dreams are coming back after I thought I’d seen the last of them. Don’t get me wrong, I like them, but…isn’t there anything else for me to dream about??
Anyway, summer’s here, which I guess doesn’t mean anything for this blog. I just love summer.
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My dream opened early in the afternoon, under a blue almost cloud-free skies, somewhere in a state in central USA. I ambled down a semi-rural trail with a friend, listless, unsure of what to do or where to go.
Naturally, I asked my friend if she had any ideas; like me, she had none in particular, but suggested heading over to a small comics convention 10 to 15 minutes away by car via gravel trail. Happily, I obliged, unsure of what to expect, but nonetheless excited to attend something I knew nothing about, even if my friend was just as unsure. She told me that there would be a blood moon later on in the day, that the convention was only ever held on nights of blood moons – I didn’t think much of it at the time, something that didn’t really change much.
It’s the first dream I’ve had a while. The first dream I remember for an even longer time, and even then, I KNOW I missed out an entire section, because I just don’t remember it. It’s also the first time I went to bed at midnight instead of 3am, so that probably helps. Took me an hour to get to sleep, but still…
Anyway, I always find police officer dreams weird. I’ve never had any interest in weapons or being a police officer, or even just a casual interest – in the waking world, it’s somewhat rare for me to talk about them. I mean, this is only the second I’ve had (after one that was probably more influenced by Brooklyn Nine-Nine than the actual police aspect) but the whole weapons proficiency test thing was pretty weird.
The motorcycle was fun though!
I know it’s been a while. I just hope I can fix my sleeping habits, and not take ages to go to sleep…