Dream on dreamer.....

Hey people... been in bombay the last month so haven't been able to blog. Can't even recall having any dreams while I was there, which is probably not true anyway. I had a freaky ass dream a few nights ago but could not remember it later on. All I know is that it was scary as hell and woke me up in the middle of the night. I rarely have nightmares so it was pretty strange.
Anyway, hopefully I will start having more dreams from now on.
Need to get this dream blog kickin again. All you jokers better start posting your dreams too otherwise I'm gonna have to come over there and kick your asses!!! (in my dreams.... hehe)

Sleep well people....

Mercury Travels

So finally sleep pervades for the short time it does. I had the most random collection of dreams, out of which, I don't even remember a tenth of them...But this one i remember distinctively! I was in Accra, with the SUN and the HEAT and the SNOWLESS surrounding...ahh just thinking about it makes me so jealous!!! - and I was working in Mercury Travels. This time, the whole place was changed. It was all bigger and had like 3 boss spaces instead of 2 ... and my bosses were bullying me. I don't remember what about, but it was funny. And then someone walked in... and had the audacity to try and fire me. But then I showed them my resignation letter and I walked out. And then I woke up.

I think it was such a random dream, but maybe it shows that I miss home alot!!! Even if it means waking up early and going to work only to be bugged by bosses...one mean one and one nice one. Ah well....fun times!

Fright night!!

Finally could remember a dream after sooo long! I am posting at the end of the day so it's not as clear as it might have been. I was transported back apparently to my boarding school days. This time however it was not a happy return. At night when we were all in our dormitories (approx) 30 kids to a dorm there was this ugly ass monster that used to come and take somebody away. It was huge and ugly and had these enormous wings! We were pretty much all scared shitless to say the least. For some reason Mr. Lavinder Singh was in this dream. He was supposed to be our hero who comes and saves the day, but alas the monster takes him away as well and that was the end of this dream. I actually woke up after with my heart beating quite fast, which never happens to me.
Strange dream... freaky dream... scary dream.

Dreamless???

Yo! Long time :) ...

So I read alot of everyone's dreams, and I'm jealous!!! Because I can't sleep. So I can't dream!!!

And you changed your blog, boss...It's been long! But this DA is back ... I think. If I can get some sleep, and start dreaming, that is!

Super Ship Dead Planet

This is a dream I had last night and made me feel kind of calm, safe, worried and feel like a big hero all at the same time. I guess its easier to explain the dream if I say that it was more like one of those old school Bond movies. The only thing different was that I was a combination of Bond and Dr. Evil. MUUAAAHHHHAAHAHAH!!! Here we go...

SO, I am this really suave, debonair, sophisticated, sexy, crazed, dual personality, mega rich indrustrialist lunatic who thinks he is GOD!! I know that the world is suffering and that global warming is wreaking havoc on our planet. I know nobody is doing anything about it. I guess I felt that I had to take it on myself to build an ARK and save whatever was important to me. So, over the years I take control of or buy up large factories and steel mills and ship yards all over the world. I get the worlds top cruise ship designers and builders and other scientists and have them design and build me an unsinkable, never before envisioned or built, mega, super cruise ship armour plated tank kind of ship. I mean the ship is bigger than any cruise ship or oil tanker we have today, and is built up very strong like an impenetrable armoured tank. Its a big community of people I have on board and I am the king, the ruler, and the crazed captain. I make sure that I had a lot of hot, sexy girls on board. Of course, I had henchmen too. I remember taking the maiden voyage just about the time, when the world weather was going crazy. There were hurricanes and typhoons and monster waves, and they were killing people all over the place, but I had it all good on my ship. The community was safe on board. I could see twisters on land and I could see volcanoes erupting and the whole regions just getting decimated. I went far out to sea, and we were safe out there even though there were all these calamities occuring everywhere. The ship was impenetrable to huge waves and all that.

Then, I felt all powerful and shit, and my power goes to my head. I dock the ship outside some big country and everyone there sees my ship and wnats to come aboard...important people are trying to come on board using their helicopters and shit, and then some terrorists bastards try to take over the ship and start firing their RPGs. But the ship is very well protected. We "lock down" the ship and all the armour plating goes around the ship, all the windows close, and everyone is protected and the ship is in lock down mode. Nobody IN and nobody OUT!!

For some strange reason, I dont know why I didnt have any ship building technology which was newer. The ship had newer systems in regards to navigation and propulsion and all that though. The ship kind of looked like a dark drab color and had metal plates and rivets and that kind of a look from 20000 leagues under the sea. But inside it was all pimped out. It had gardens, and malls, and people and animals. Then, I dont rememebr much, and I see the ship is out at sea, and the world is dying. We open up to the main deck and I see the sky is dark and armegeddon was upon us. Everywhere you could see water spouts. I look over the land and all I could see was smoke and darkness in the clouds. I dont think anything was alive. And then we started losing control of the ship and it slowly started breaking up and there was fire and smoke everywhere,a nd we slowly sunk into the sea. I wasn't going crazy and all, but it seemed that I was the last one to go down with my ship. Everyone who tried to jump off, also died cos the world was ending and there was nothign anyone or any technology could do.

Sorry, but when we were all dead, I didnt feel any sadness, or grief, or dissapointment. It kind of felt calm and felt like it was the right thing to happen to the planet. It felt like it was time for renewal, time for the new cycle of life to start from our deaths and thats how life is, I guess!!

"Bad Dreams"

"The power that is not good--that is, the power that causes misfortune--is, after all, only a bad dream. The life that is not good--that is, disease--is, after all, only a bad dream. All discords and imperfections are, after all, only bad dreams.It is our bad dreams that give power to disease, misfortune, discord, and imperfection.It is like being tortured by some demon in our dreams; but when we awaken, we find that there is actually no such power, and that we had suffered at the hands of our own mind."

- Seicho-no-Ie. Nectarean Shower of Holy Doctrines. From here.

I'm blind...I'M BLIND!!!

I was at a party, and it was a very chilled out affair. Just the way I like it. I remember things being confortable. For example, the lighting was mellow, and people were drinking and smoking but no one was anywhere near being too drunk and on the verge of tossing the salad and/or cookies. He he he. The music seemed to be 'house' and the overall feeling was one of being relaxed. People dressed up pretty casually, etc.

The location seemed to be a house, or one that was being rented specifically for this party. Most of the people at the party seemed to be from Kodai school, although I could've sworn that I caught glimpses of some folks from CAE, Bangalore and a few bradahs from HPU. Anyway, staying in that house meant the guys had to split the bedrooms on the ground floor between them, while the girls did the same with the rooms on the first floor. As I was getting ready for bed, I noticed that my face looked a little haggard. So I turned around and asked the first person within earshot if they could confirm the piteous plight of my face. They said yes, and even handed me some cream or gel that they thought would provide rapid relief. Not being paticularly ungrateful, I thanked them and was about to go put some on. I don't remember who this was, but I remember it was a guy, so my initial reaction when he handed me the cream was, "WTF?"

But just as I was about to go into the bathroom across the hall to apply some of this 'wonder' stuff, I was intercepted by this girl I really liked. In fact, she was there with a friend and they both happened to hear the most important points of my conversation with my 'buddy'; my face looked like shit and something needed to be done. So, the whole list of suggestions began, and many jars/bottles/packs etc. came out of what seemed to be two petite, yet somehow unbelievably bottomless handbags! Finally, and without consulting me, they decided on a gel product which they both swore by...so...I said ok. And they asked me to close my eyes and just relax because it would take only a second to apply, but I had to leave it on overnight, or something like that. So, I said alright and bade them goodnight. I mean, I didn't need my eyes open while I slept, right? I remember it burned a bit, and I even wondered if they were messing with me and applying hemorrhoid cream under the eyes. This was surprising because I'd never done it myself, but I guess I was going on the whole 'by-association' thing...s/he told me it burns, so it must...that sort of a thing.

Well, it wasn't really hemorrhoid cream, but whatever it was when I woke up in the morning and opened my eyes I found that all I could see was white! A sudden feeling of fear gripped me, but only momentarily. Before I knew it, the-girl-I-really-liked and her friend had burst into the bedroom, and I could feel them come bouncing up to me full of glee. But as soon as they got to within five feet of me, the glee in their vioces turned to shock and horror. Pretty soon everyone was awake and freaking out. Pandemonium ensued with people getting into arguments about the next step: Sue the manufacturer or call an ambulance. There were others consoling me, and still others were doing the whole 'headless chicken' kind of panicking.

But throughout it all I remember I was very calm. I also remember that this girl I liked was apologizing profusely and shedding tears galore, as was her friend. But I didn't mind. In fact, the scary thing for me was that I didn't even care that I had lost my sight. No. Having lost my sight I found that the 'whiteness' everywhere was very soothing and it made me want to tell everyone that I was ok and that they should all chill out. But everytime I opened my mouth I found that I was being drowned out by the cacaphony that had suddenly engulfed me.

So, that was wierd. I never thought I'd be blind and loving it. In fact, I think I place a lot of importance in my eyes in everyday life. I like to check how far away I can see without the image being blurry, or I like to try and read extremely small print to test them out. So, in light of that, it seemed like a total turn around.

Swimming anybody??

I'm back people!! Doubt anybody will read this since I haven't posted in so long. This is also a short one but pretty sweet. It was about a swimming pool with a funky twist to it. The damn pool had a bathroom!! You probably don't understand what I am saying so let me explain what I saw.
I was at this pear shaped swimming pool, filled with water of course. This lady walks right into the pool and from outside I see her open a door in the wall and walk right in!! It was pretty damn freaky looking at that. I did get the opportunity to check it out myself though.
All of a sudden I find the whole family at the pool area ready for a family portrait. They are all talking to each other while I of course have to use the john. I enter the pool and open the door, expecting water to rush in taking me along for the ride but lo and behold, no rush into the toilet!
I walk right in and look back and see this wall of water at the entrance just shimmering there. It was something else people I can tell you that.
The bathroom itself was pretty sweet. The tiles were these small dark blue shiny tiles (not mosaic small but bigger) but that's another story. I remember next emptying my bladder and somebody from outside opening the damn door, so here I am running towards the door mid leakage and also running over some puke laying about the floor!! I know it's not pretty but that was my last memory before I woke up. The puke and leaking aside, I thought it was pretty damn cool......

To dream or not to dream...

I guess NOT to dream seems to be the order of the day. Have been dreaming but just cannot remember the dreams at all when I wake up nowadays. I know I have had some wild ones but can't hang on to them for some reason.
I was getting ready for work yesterday and they were showing this old movie on tv..."Electric Dreams". I loved it when i watched it as a kid and it was still pretty cool to watch yesterday as well.

Good night all y'all.....

Kirkat!

Well, after waking up this morning, I immediately became obsessed with the dream I had and at the time I was eager to remember it later on in the day so as to be able to share it on this blog. But not eager enough to actually get out of bed on a cool Sunday morning at 6am or whatever time it was to get a piece of paper and pen to jot it down. So all I remember is bits and spurts and it might even be slightly distorted.

The first part of the dream I remember was that I went to my Aunt's house for a visit. And who did I bring as a guest......Rahul Dravid. WTF? It was his first visit to my relatives place and so I was introducing him to my Aunt and some other lady, whom I can't recall. Infact, he started out as Rahul Dravid and down the line into the dream was Rohin.....or it was the other way around. So after introducing Rohin Dravid to my relatives, he bows all the way to the floor, even with knees and head touching the ground. This was done out of respect, in the dream that is and then proceeded to apply tikka on my aunt's forehead. Don't ask. I was blur when I woke up. Then after a while into the dream we were both about 4-5 years old or somewhere around that age and playing with stuffed toys.

Fast forwarding to either another dream or a later part of that dream.

I am there watching a cricket match or partaking in the game but I don't recall. Andre Agassi is bowling to the Bangladeshi national team. And the Bangladeshi batsmen are pissed off with him, I mean they despise him. Why? Because Agassi had been dating a Bangladeshi woman and apparantly mistreated her. Of course with is celebrity status, their relationship became plastered over the media and this really ticked off the Bangladeshis. So the cricket match was the opportunity for revenge for the Bangladeshis.

That's about all I remember for now. I guess the match ended as "No Result."

My Dream House...

Could this be defined as my dream house? I had it in a
dream after all. But it was never my dream to build a house
like this. Now that I have dreamed about it, it definitely
is something I would love to build so I guess you can call
it the dream house I dreamed about. Anyway, this actually
happened a while ago and I don't think I have posted it
yet. If I have then my apologies for repeating myself.
Alright, here we go....
I think I had this dream while I was living in Hawaii,
which as most of you know is quite a while ago now..(almost
2 years!! damn!!) but I still remember most of it pretty
well, I'm sure you'll see why. Picture this... you are on a really high hill top
overlooking a beautiful coastline on a cloudless sunny
day. You see the occasional car driving down the coastline
into the town about 20 minutes down the road. You just are
standing in front of your house, which just happens to be
the only one on this miniature mountain you rightly feel as
your own. Ok ok too much drama here...hehe Let's move along
shall we?
Let's start with my room. First of all, it's ROUND!! Yes
people!! ROUND!! The part of the room facing the ocean is
made totally of glass...basically one large class wall. In
the middle of the room is a sort of a raised area (round of
course) for the bed. Yep, the bed is bang in the center of
the room and it's also round! No, I don't have an obsession
with round things, that just happens to be how it was in my
dream. Now the room has this really cool but comfortable
atmosphere to it. The color of the carpet is light grey and
the walls and curtains a darker shade of grey. The curtains
however are not thick so during the day when they are
closed the room is still bright but a very mellow sort of
brightness. It's nice and cool of course due to centra a/c
and there is no other furniture in the room. Oh yeah, the
room happens to be on the second floor or should i say
first floor (above the ground floor). That gets confusing
depending on where you go.
Back to the topic at hand... the rest of the house is a bit
harder to describe as it starts to get fuzzy but I can
remember a large living room with the walls and furniture a
nice clean white and with huge windows so the place is very
bright and alive during the day. Bang next to the living
room is the garage leading directly to the long winding
road going down the hill. This road is more than enough
reason to leave the house everyday. It's just a sweet
leisurely road winding lazily down the hill like a snake.
Apparently it's the best part of my day during my drive to
and from work in the town I mentioned earlier. (I think I
had a job as well, which I liked for a change.That
definitely proves it was a dream...haha).
Just outside the living room was a pool, (has to be a pool
of course) running alongside the house. It was one of those
pools you see on a hilltop house, where the edge seems to
just drop right off the hill... you know what i mean right?
It was sweet!!!
I think that was about it... thank you Preeti for reminding
me about this dream and telling me to post it.
Peace....

Enter....the Jax-o-matic

Ok,

So I had this dream last night....actually a bunch of dreams tied together. Oddly enough, they tied in nicely to form one continuous dream so I thought I'd share.
Jax..this one's for you buddy. lol Yenjai Maaadi

Well it starts off with me punching my coworker in the face and storming out of the building. I was furious! Don't ask me why cuz I don't know..but I was friggin furious!!

So anyway, I'm back home now and decide to leave the country. I needed to clear my head, so I was going to make a day trip back home....Bangalore...ahh sweet Bangalore. But things looked different when I got there. There was hardly any traffic and lots of trees. It was beautiful. Nothing like I imagined.

Even my ex-girlfriend (don't know how she got there) was looking super hot.
So there we were driving down this road, in my pimped out ghetto Esteem....road looked really familiar but didn't know the name. And I drive past this large grey building with large red letters on the side of it. Then it hit me...HOLY SHIT! I slammed on the brakes and backed up the car really quick. Stopped and stared at the sign for a few seconds. I couldn't believe it...that son of a bitch had actually done it! There on the side of the building was written JAX CALATTE, with a really funky symbol next to it. "Damn!", I though to myself..."maybe I should go inside. See if the mothafucka's in there...if he still remembers me."

Suddenly, I was 20 yrs old again...having coffee with Jax, talking about businesses we need to start when we grow up. We were talking about how we could export spurious Indian alcohol (Arrak) to the States....we could call it Araque. Make it sound French and all, so people will think it's really cool. I suggested when he starts a business, he should change his last name to Calatte...(again using French to make it sound extra cool). We had our laughs, drank more Iced Coffee from Coffee Day/House..whatever the f*ck it was called.

Then I was back to present times....and the reality of what had happened slowly sunk in. So I grabbed by girlfriend by the arm and we both walked into the building. On either side of me were weird art pieces hanging on the walls....twisted images, yet strangely beautiful. Lifeless bodies in various positions, lying in an open field of lillies and roses. "Wow, this is definitely the Jax I know"

"Mr. Calatte will be with you shortly", the receptionist says.
Then, from behind large wooden doors comes Rohin "jaxon" Calatte. Dressed all spiffy, still sporting the infamous goatie.
"Damn biatch...you really did it huh?"
"Yup. The world works in mysterious ways old friend. What a day." (he kinda sounded gay when he said that, but I hadn't seen him in a while, so I let it go).

So after re-introductions we all decided to take a tour of the building and see what he actually had done for a business. Mr. Calatte was apparently a huge appliance manufacturer, who made specially designed "artsy" home appliances which sold for huge amounts of money. His flagship appliance; his piece-de-resistance if you will, was a super large capacity octogonal washing machine called the Jax-o-matic!

I was laughing my ass off (out of appreciation though). I just couldn't believe this bastard had done it. Started his own business...changed his name to something we cooked up years ago, when we were high on caffeine! This was friggin awesome.

Later that night, we went to the penthouse of really expensive hotel, had a boat load of alcohol, and partied all night. My ex at this time was back in Michigan because she thought I was useless and wanted to find a really rich white man to marry (weird how that works huh?).
But I couldn't be happier. I met up with a really old friend today, had a lot of wine and there were 4 really hot women that were dying to come back to my place :) DANG.....I somehow got the feeling that things were going to be alright.

Just then there was a loud car alarm that went off, yanking me ever so forcefully back to reality. The reality that I was still in Michigan, I hadn't punched that bastard at work (where I had to go back to in two hours).

FUCK

A good one

Last night before I went to bed, I had planned to go to the stadium this morning to take my Motorcycle Road Test. I was ready to take it, I had my motorcycle, helmet, protective jacket and shoes, and a thick pair of jeans. So, I planned to wake up around 6am and leave as soon as possible to get there by about 7am and wait in the line to get an appt to take the test. I was happy I had decided to finally go get it done. Then I watched tv and fell asleep. Later I had a good dream.

I dreamt that I had made it to the stadium and managed to get an appt real fast after this girl checked all my papers. She checked my registration and insurance and everything was good. I got ready, put on my helmet and waited by the line to start my first test circuit. The tester came next to me and she said, "ok, you ready to go?" I said "yes maam." Then she looked at me and asked,"Where's you gloves?". I said " Gloves". She said, "Yes, you have to have protective clothing and gear to take the test and that includes Gloves!" Damn, I forget to buy gloves. I had everything but the damn gloves. I asked if they had any that I could borrow and she said they dont. She then said I needed to come back whan I have gloves.

Now how good was that. In my dream, I was reminded or told that I was missing something and I shouldnt go ahead with my plan to take my test this morning. I was kind of happy and kind of not. I guess I was happy that I found out that before I wasted my time going all the way to the stadium. It was all good!

I guess sometimes dreams do have certain messages, sometimes they are very clear and sometimes they need interpretation, and sometimes they are just plain sick!!!

Not a dream...

Hey this isn't a dream, I just didn't know where else to put it...

To all you LOTR fans out there...Someone gave me this really funny site to look at, thought I might just pass it on!

http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/living/columnists/dave_barry/5023564.htm

Cheers,

DA!

Football turned deadly

This was another weird one people. I find myself on a football field facing a corner kick. It seems like I'm the only joker defending against 3 or 4 really tall characters (keep the jokes to a minimum please). I did hold my own though. Any ball that came in was dealt with by me and they just kept comin. Next thing I know the guy taking a corner is staring behind me. At this point I am looking at things the way they appear in those japanese animations. You know what i mean right? Very sharp features on the characters and bright/pure colors. This fellas behind me is saying something sinister and then there is a close up on his nose which starts to bleed. Behind him stands his sidekick holding a small child captive with a knife to her neck. The next thing I know the fella at the corner flag lets loose this wicked looking weapon (sort of shaped like an axe). It flew right by us and landed smack dab on the sidekicks forehead. The blood splattered out super fast (jap anime style) and his head shrunk due to all the blood spraying out. A melee ensued with blood and guts flowing all over the place.
At this point we see on the sidelines these spectators. They bring this large round object to the entrance and say something about unleashing the most deadly human being on the planet. They open the object and this small black fella (dressed in a loin cloth) hops out. He looks as innocent as a small baby goddamit and he's supposed to be the deadliest one of all...anyway, as expected I wake up at that point or just can't remember what happens next.

Ahhh what I would do for a full dream!!!

My Own Personal Music Video!!!

Holy crap people. I just had what appears to be my first music video dream! It was pretty weird actually. I was on this train..actually I was at the back of the train hanging on to the railing for dear life while it was moving at what seemed to be fast forward pace. Sometimes I was there hanging on getting yanked left and right as the train made ninety degree turns at super speed and during others I seemed to be watching the train from behind (sort of like helicopter view) while it was speeding along the tracks. All this time I was listening to this song, "Innocent Man" by Mark Morrisson. Finally the train stopped and I got off supposedly going somewhere cool coz I felt pretty damn happy. I then saw this buddy of mine from boarding school chilling on the train and eating. I kept telling him to join me but he just flat out refused. Woulda kept on going but some jackass from India called me at just that moment (4:45 in the goddamn morning!!) I didn't pick up the phone but my dream was spoiled... thanks jackass... whoever you are!

Iron Chef??

The last few months I have been dreaming a lot and I sometimes wake up to take a piss and think to myself, man thats a great dream...i must remember it, but then i fall asleep and in the morning I forget....it happens to all of us I guess.

But last night I had a good one. You guys know that I have always been wanting to open an Indian restaurant and all that. I like to cook too. So, last night I had a dream that I was in the Iron Chef competition on Food Network. HA...it was so funny man...I had Amit as my assistant. I dont know why Amit, but he was there. I could feel the excitement, happiness and nervousness before the competition started. But as soon as we started, it was total chaos man....LOL...I was shouting at Amit and he was shouting back at me. We were trying to cook some dishes and for some reason I remember Tandoori chicken with the sauce and I dont know what happened at the end. I didnt cook tandoori chicken for a long time, but labor day weekend I cooked it on Sunday and Sly liked it so much that he told me to cook it again on Monday. I think Ro, Sly and I ate it for lunch and dinner on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. Tandoori chicken overdose?? Never!!

Did I win it? I dont know. Dont rememebr the end. I only remember the confusion and chaos and the stress of it all. The feelings were intense though. Normally, I dont get such intense feelings. But this time, I could feel my body tense up with the stress. It seemed very real. Pressure. Stress. Anxiety. I rarely get any of those feelings in day to day life, and so maybe getting them all at once in a short time was too much.

Maybe I will dream about it again. Maybe not. Dont want all that tension.

And I don't like it very much...

Last night I went to bed in the worst of moods. I'd just had an aweful argument with a good friend - which I suppose - Partly inspired my subconsicous mind to dream sad dreams, scary though they may be...

So...at like 5 in the morning, I wake up to the sound of something (I still can't figure out what it was) ... like some buildings were being broken down. It sounded like bullet shots at first - and I thought I was dreaming. But then I woke up and realized that the sounds were coming from outside. I was really scared - and then I realized that perhaps I'm just freaking out over construction work. (This wasn't a dream!)

SO I go back to sleep. But this time - I'm freaked out about the noises from the outside...and suddenly it seems like my room is about to eat me. I enter the world of dreams...where nothing too happy seems to be happening either!

...I'm living my happy little life in my happy big university. One night, with no warning whatsoever, the building like 5 metres from my Rez is blown up. Like by a bomb. And it's so conveniently done that I see it just as I'm reaching home one cold random night...I'm freaked out of my wits. There's pieces of this building flying everywhere (in my dream it was a pretty house) ... and the person who was inside - well is fighting with the person who bombed her house. (Ok maybe not - but she's fighting with someone..I just hear voices.) I'm scared, and it's cold outside. I'm shaking all over, and my friend holds my hand and tries to comfort me - Doesn't help. I get scorched with one of the pieces from the house (for some reason it was hot, like the house had been on fire just before or something...Doesn't make sense now, does it?

So the next day, I read the newspaper. The guy who bombed that house claims in the NEWSPAPER that he's going to do the same to one of the residences of my school. And there's so many of them. I wonder which will be next...mine?? He gives the date he's going to bomb it ... 4th October. But in my dream it's the 1st of October (and for some reason in the dream, that day is April fool - not 1st April but 1st October)...Everyone calls it bullshit and a joke...and just ignores it. No one seems to have realized the bombing of the night before. Except me. And my friend. I'm just scared out of my wits. I don't know what to think...I'm just petrified with everything going on around me....

And then after that something scary happened, and that woke me up - but I can't seem to remember it...But it wasn't the best night of funky dreams. Just weirdly disturbing, that's all.

Oh my god!!!

Oh my GOSH!!! Yesterday ... or actually this morning when I was SUPPOSED TO HAVE woken up and gotten ready for class...I wasn't quite sleeping so I remember this dream...It was some awesome dream straight from a sci-fi movie or book...One I've never watched or read. It had the coolest shit in it...but I can't describe it...I think I'm going to start watching these movies and reading these books...because DAMN it was awesome!!! lol

The complexity of simple dreams!

You dream about what your subconscious mind thinks about, right? (Sorry I might have said this before...but!!!) HOW THE HELL DO YOU CONTROL IT!!!

I had the weirdest dreams last night...and I didn't like them ONE BIT! I mean I can't believe my MIND would think of anything like that!!! 2 insane dreams in one night >>>> Not good....

And those seem to be the ones I always remember!!! And then this morning I wake up extra early ... and its a holiday ... so I conveniently go back to sleep. ANd then, WHen I wake up again, I realize that I had like an awesome dream, BUT I DONT REMEMBER WHAT I DREAMT!!! Like nothing. It was just an awesome dream. That sux!!!

But then again...I wouldn't like to have a dream recorder, because I guess there's a certain beauty in knowing you had a beautiful dream but you can't remember it...like I don't know how to explain it or if anyone thinks the same way, but yeah...It kind of makes me feel like the dream was 2 special to remember...

Ah well, I'll probably have an extra nice day :)