Lcuk
Not always what you expected.Archive for dreams
Want to see my one-two step?
I’ll show you a fucking one-two step! *Pow pow*
*pulls out gun*
PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW!
Anyway, it is late tonight and I should sleep, so I’m going to try talking myself to sleep (tmts) ! Oh oh! You know once upon a time a friend and I used to write stories about fantasy worlds and I remember creating about 4 – 5 in my head where I would blissfully wade in and out of them throughout the day when reality was less than satisfactory. I’ve learned the magic of reality since then but imaginary worlds can really get the adrenalin pumping if you immerse yourself in them enough. I remember, for the sake of writing the story, I would force myself to feel what I thought they would feel and gained this empathetic approach to writing.
My imaginary friends were Jimmy, Rob, Cory (who was secretly gay), Charlie, and JP (Jack-Peter). My imaginary world character was called Anura and I’d play her in the story of their fate. It was cool.. In fact I realise the size of what I dream to achieve in real life was only subsequent to the vivid imagination I had. The fantasy group were determined, compassionate and had many awesome qualities I looked up to, and helped me categorise what I envisioned for myself. It pretty much allowed deeper thoughts to surface through the way the characters acted and what I made them do, etc.
Getting sleepier now.. good sign!
Macho Nacho Maaan! :D hehehe
OMFG there are chocolate biscuits on the table!! Anyway, the other night I had a dream similar to a Bonnie and Clyde situation but it was a Bonnie and two Clyde situation ;). I guess my mind does this interesting thing, where it fashions an entire scenario with cinematic techniques included, and a plot that thickens and climaxes throughout the dream, in order to resolve a thought I had been contemplating, or to force me to face a fear or make a decision. In that sense, I know I can never really hide from myself. Possibly one of the reasons it is so hard to resign to sleep for me too.. If I’m troubled, I’m sure to get some fucked up dream asking me to resolve something. What a bitch.
I guess that last dream was questioning my stance on social norms and importance when it comes to relationships and what is “right”, and what is “wrong”, if it is really important to define that, or if there really ever are clear boundaries or definitions for relationships despite the word you categorise it with in the English language :P. I guess the want for security, innate insecurity causing jealousy really spurs you to follow rules because you want them kept. Anyway, this time the dream was mostly fun because we had to blow $1M in 24 hours but on the weird side, and my head never fails to do something whack… This guy who looked like he had skin surgery to look like the puppet from Saw started shooting me with a broken and feeble crossbow walking closer and closer to me. He was mentally retarded but there was this gross perversion about him despite his seeming innocence, that another disgusting man kept at bay by hiding him in his garden shed but sharing his company at night. The two Clyde-alikes wanted to go converse with the disgusting man in the garden shed about something, and so I was left with that weird dude. So strange.. Then I remember running away in my red dress and long pearl necklaces.. jumping on the back of a truck with the Clydes and sipping port wine from the bottle all the way to the airport while we laughed uncontrollably.
*sleepier now*
The story goes on like that..where the Clydes are both just friends but also both proper boyfriends. In a way, that didn’t confuse me at all but felt liberating that there was a relationship without insecurities or jealousy. Everything was just about doing what you needed to and having fun while doing that despite the police trying to kill us!
Man though, the cinematography was awesome as usual! I wish I could direct movies.. I tried to in Year 10 haha and held auditions and everything to remake the ghostbuster video clip.. But that’s another story… :P
Sigh goodnight! Dreams welcome.
