Posts tagged ‘dream’

December 31, 2011

The Simple Days

Every once in a while, I’ll have a dream. A really peaceful dream actually. I’m in a field, some sort of pasture and I’m free to run. Run forever and ever without a care in the world because there are no worries. The sun is bright, the clouds are high, the field is green. I could feel the cool air brush on my face as I’m running. Flowing through my hair and my clothes. Very surreal. I almost feel like I’ve been in a place like this before. But I never have.

Then I wake up and in an instant…everything is gone. I find myself facing another day, mostly of the same routines. I sometimes wish that I could fall back asleep and go back to that haven. That safe place where the monotony of this world is broken. But I can’t and I have to bring myself to wake up. I have to realize that maybe there isn’t a place like that. No where close to me anyways…

Hard to believe that another year is coming to a close. The Christmas tree in our living room is dim. The presents there no more. To be honest, I didn’t really feel a Christmas cheer this year. I feel like it’s just used as more of a marketing tool for many corporations to sell their products. It just feels like it lost that magic that made it such a special day. I remember when I was a few years younger the weeks leading up to Christmas would feel like I was in limbo. Christmas couldn’t just get here any faster! But this year, it just felt like another ordinary day…is this how adults feel about the holidays?

I was able to see War Horse today. And it was actually a touching story. Really enjoyed it. And I’m not really a fan of a boy-that-falls-in-love-with-an-animal type of story either. Looking a little past the story, I realized that before all of this technology that things used to be good and innocent. Everything was so much more pure. People were more open, more friendly. You could look into someone’s eyes and they would look back at you and smile.

Another show/movie that I watched recently was 5 Centimeters Per Second. I wanted to mention this one because reminiscing about life before computers and cell phones made me remember this gem of a story. The movie, in brief, is about this boy and a girl that are unable to share their feelings for each other. They eventually grow up and follow their own paths, but this movie was freaking heartbreaking. I was basically shouting at my computer the whole time for them just to admit their feelings for each other. And you know, I actually might have shed a few tears at the end. Or it could’ve been my contact solution. Yea, it was definitely the solution.

But absolutely stunning plot and visuals for both movies. But the point is that life before seemed to be more carefree. I don’t yet know if it’s just me growing up and moving away from the comforts of being just a kid or if it might be just the times. The internet may connect the globe, but does it connect hearts? I feel as if genuine kindness of the heart is harder to come by these days…but I’m not saying that it’s gone. You just have to search deeper, I guess.

Anyways, its officially New Years Eve now and I just wanted to get that off my mind. I don’t really mind if no one reads what I write. I just feel that it is soothing maybe even stress relieving to lay down what’s really on my mind every once in a while. So if you’ve happened to make it down this far, I thank you and I want to wish you a Happy New Year! New year, new beginnings right?

December 16, 2011

I was Superman…for a second.

So last night I had the weirdest dream. I was Clark Kent in a rather empty metropolitan setting. Now being Superman I noticed I had the ability to fly, beam lasers through my eyes (which was awkward since I accidentally rid my work place of my boss), and be as fast as lightning. Now as many would attest, being in a dream is a rather surreal experience…yet when you are in the dream, everything seems to be normal. For instance. Even though I had the ability to fly, my braindead counterpart in dreamland insisted on taking the elevator. My arch-nemesis happened to be the Joker, who favored using a bb-gun against me in our epic battle before I woke up.

Superman!...not Spiderman :(

What I expected to be an action packed dream turned into a really weird romantic LA-Noire mushy story. At at the horror of my very own eyes I couldn’t do anything about it, since I did not have the ability to save myself from this dream by waking myself up. The part that I remember the most was that the Joker took my Lois Lane and kidnapped her to a rather decrepit, rundown theatre. I followed suit, and being the idiot that I was and not utilizing my superpowers, took the elevator down a 400 story building, walked out to the street and proceeded to call a cab. What the hell? My one chance as Superman and I do what any other person would have done. Anyways after arriving at the theatre…which I somehow knew exactly where it was…I walked in only to be gunned down by the Joker and his weak-as-shit bb gun. This was the most disappointing part of the dream.

I had the ability to annihilate this entire world and the thing that killed me was not kryptonite, but a homicidal clown with a bb gun. Lois ended up managing to escape on her own and saved me. I was given the kiss of life (which I have no idea at all where that came from) and was somehow resurrected from the afterlife. I was so embarrassed at this point. I basically did Superman a big dishonor. But whatever, the Joker, it turns out, had never hit me with any of his shots and I was just being a huge scaredy cat and passed out. A greater dishonor. But I did manage to come back and punch the Joker all the way to the moon which effectively ended my dream-turned-horrific-nightmare-of-shame.

Now I don’t really understand what that all meant…at all. But that was definitely one of the more vivid dreams that I’ve had in a while. And sitting here on the side of my bed trying to recall these events which happened more than half a day ago hasn’t been going too well either. Every five minutes my mind has decided to wander to some other place, so coming back to see what I typed has been rather interesting…Anyways I now have to option to stay up just a bit later (like a big kid!) since I don’t have to worry about school anymore so I just thought I’d share this rather delusional dream with you. Maybe you can make more sense of it than I did?


November 5, 2011


Lately I’ve been having these really vivid dreams. Actually, I wouldn’t even call them dreams but more so nightmares. I usually don’t have dreams, nevertheless the really clear ones, unless I’m super tired. And after that Scuba class on Thursday (our first open water class) I was wiped out.

Anyways, my first dream consisted of one of my best friends giving me a haircut. Since they were my friend I didn’t give a second thought about it, since I trusted them so much. However as the haircutting began so did my horror. My friend cut one swath through my hair and somehow in the process cut through half of my eyebrow. Now I know that when you’re describing a dream it sounds idiotic and the more you think about it, the more unbelievable it sounds. I felt so embarrassed, because there was no way that I would be going to school like this. I would rather take a calc final while being fed broccoli dipped in sour cream by angry midgets than to allow that crushing blow to my image. Anyways I woke up not too long after to my utter relief.

Night 2, consisted of an even more horrifying experience. The whole dream consisted of me sprinting for my life and playing the occasional hide and seek with a mob of zombies. This mostly consisted of me climbing and jumping over countless walls. There only seemed to be 50% gravity and I had an additional 50% increase to speed. I noticed that when I was passing cars as I ran. Hey, it may sound ridiculous now, but it all made sense while I was entrapped in that horrible nightmare. There was one part where I was sure that I would die. I was trapped in some random alleyway in the middle of the forest and the zombies were right behind me. There just happened to be a palm tree just in the corner so instinctively I hid behind it. Now a palm tree has enough mass to hide maybe a lamppost. But being completely mindless, the zombies just walked right past me through the wall at the end of the alley…Being as completely brainless as they were I probably could’ve stood in front of them and they would not have noticed. But I’m not trying that, not in a million years. The end of that dream consisted of me waking up to a glorious sunrise in a feather down bed. I woke up and walked out of my little shack to a magnificent green pasture that was nestled in the valley of two majestic mountains. That’s when I heard them, their shrieks…and it suddenly was dark again.

I really woke up at that moment, and I have never been so glad to wake up from a deep sleep. I was in a cold sweat, breathing hard, and pretty much crying like a baby…you would’ve thought that I had just been assigned physics homework from those conditions. Never have I been so glad to wake up to my neon Bruce Lee poster on the other side of my room. Not that I’m not glad on normal days, but even more so today. Because with Bruce the zombies have no chance.

So the moral of the story is: “A fight is not won by one punch or kick. Either learn to endure or hire a bodyguard” – B. Lee

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