Dream Diary #3.
Alright, so in this dream apparently i was going to fly somewhere by airplane. I don’t know if i was coming or going, the issue was that i had not checked in, in time. I was supposedly travelling with my sis and some other people, but i was so scared because she didn’t know i couldn’t make the flight and i had no way to contact her. So i consider this a nightmare more than just a normal dream… Anyway, after begging the check-in people, they sent out a messenger to my sis and in the dream i could actually see her response to the messenger. She just called me stupid and all sorts of other insults for not getting to the flight in time. When i saw her replying to the messenger, she didn’t actually look like my sister in real life.. she looked like Bora, a female kpop singer from the group Sistar.
After this part of my dream, i ended up in some sort of Bleach world, probably because i’ve been watching a lot of Bleach recently.. I saw the main Bleach characters on horses.. Riding in this openish sort of grass plain, although there were trees around. They were trying to kill this other guy on a horse who they were chasing. They all had bows and arrows and were shooting at him. Orihime actually managed to hit the guy, but it just bounced off him, not even piercing his clothes. Inspite of that, in typical Orihime fashion, she cried out ’ YES! BULLSEYE ‘. LOL
that was it..
Dream Diary #2.
Before i start, i’m just gonna say that i’m not posting this as soon as i have the dream. i just made sure to draft this a couple days ago so i wouldn’t forget it, then when i had the time, i’d post it properly.
Having said that, this dream was a lot weirder than my previous one. It was very disjointed, with me not being in one spot for very long.
Firstly, it was a brief flash of me receiving an email from some organisation i applied to work at. The email told me that i had not been successful in my application. I was sad…
THEN, i somehow ended up in a swamp sort of place. This was completely unrelated to the email and i felt as though this was a separate time. At this swamp, there were dead animals everywhere, caught in the light brown mud. I walked to the edge of the swamp to see dead animals that had to be like 4608946 years old, but preserved so perfectly in the swamp it was as if they had just died. Upon closer inspection i saw that there were actually live crocodiles in the swamp too.
Apart from this swamp, in that same location, there were a lot of people carrying things i could not recognise properly. They were all carrying these objects in the same way you would see ants do it. There was just this straight line of people carrying random stuff to who knows where.
Lastly, in my dream the footy season had already started (in real life, it will not start officially until around march). Somehow i had missed my beloved favourite team’s first match (impossible) and i was searching for the replay online… Aaaaaand that was my dream.
Dream Diary #1.
i remember talking to a friend a while back about her unusual and frequent dreams. in that conversation she mentioned that she actually keeps a record of her dreams and enjoys finding out what they mean from the web.
in light of this, i’ve had some pretty bizarre dreams, so in order to remember them, i’m gonna be making this dream diary :D
the dream that prompted this diary was one i had a few days back. my dreams don’t go for very long, so i will describe in as much detail as possible.
so it started somewhere along swanston street in the city, near state library. i know it was swanston street because it was a section of it i recognised. anyways, i was walking with another seeming african american guy. it was a really nice day actually, although a tad overcast. we walked until we got to this apartment and went in. it was this really small place and it was practically all white apart from a cream coloured carpet flooring. we both pulled up chairs in front of this desk which was also white and took out our laptops and started doing things. in casual conversation he told me his age was 23. so from that, i can assume this dream is about me finally moving out of home and moving into this apartment in the city, with a 23 year old african american guy. LOL. otherwise why would i be asking the age of a friend i already knew. he seemed like a really nice guy, i felt comfortable around him LOL.
MAKE OF THAT WHAT YOU WILL.
watching all these animes, i find it’s so easy for me to become emotionally attached to the characters.
maybe it’s because i watch anime more than i do real life movies or television shows, but i feel i can much more easily connect with anime characters than i can with actual movie people.
i guess i’m saying that animes are written better than movies.. and in general that probably wouldn’t be the case, but i just get so attached to characters.
when they cry, i cry. (i feel like crying, i don’t actually cry. felt like i had to point that out..)
when their heart breaks, my heart breaks.
when they overcome an obstacle, i rejoice inside.
don’t even get me started on what happens to me when i finish an anime. i genuinely go into withdrawal. i feel so sad that it’s over, i’d give anything for it to have more episodes LOL. it’s torture to me seriously. for like a week, until i’ve finally calmed down or moved on to a different anime.
i don’t know what that says about me… but it’s just an observation of mine.
Random Thoughts #20.
More than likely, I’m going to start working at my dad’s place next week. It’s going to be like getting into routine for school all over again. To go to work with my dad I’ll have to get up even earlier than I would for uni, because my dad leaves before 7am zzzzzz.
Going to work has just got me thinking that I really cbf. Once I get into it I’ll be fine, but the first day will always be the hardest. It’s like presentations, you’re freakin scared before the presentation, but once you get into it it’s fine in the end.
This also has me thinking about my motivation for studies. Cbf work like I cbf study. I know I can really get into my studies, I’ve proven it to myself many times. When I’m motivated enough, I can study for however long I need to do well, but it never lasts. I have been improving over the years, so now I know my next and final step is to be able to maintain that motivation over the uni year. I definitely have my work cut out for me.