Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Update: busy life and love? Also songs.

I'm terribly sorry for the late of update. Life is eating me alive. 
Everyday after school, I tend to pass out. 

All's not too bad though, I've been playing Pokemon White. I can't even read Japanese, but I've beaten the 7th gym leader! I've been trying to get ready for Oni-con, an anime convention in Texas. I've been doing alright in school, it's just so tiring. I've explained before in a dream that I only see my mother on Mondays. She's been away for a cruise and she has returned. We spent last Monday watch RED in theaters (which was good movie, imo) and she ordered sushi for me afterwards. That was a pretty awesome day.

Lately... I've been spending time with a girl. I just met her this year, but I feel so close to her. The feeling is mutual. We've told each other I love yous and even both imagined having a physical relationship together. But, it's complicated. We've seriously thought about being in a relationship together, but it seems a bit impossible. I decided to ask her out today, to make things official, she just replied, "I don't know." It's okay. I'm okay. Don't worry.

Since it's close to the topic, a little bit of recommendations. Most of them are just nice, love songs. The first one song sounds like only raindrops at first, but give it a few seconds to let the song begin. Seriously, if you're a gushy kind of person, you really have to listen it to the very end.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Sick kissing.

Sorry for the lack of blogging lately. I've been a bit sick. At least I've been able to remember my dreams. I won't get into it now, but a lot of it has to do with the TV show Supernatural and the other was inspired by supernatural powered military group with a mix of normal life.

The one dream about the TV show Supernatural... turned out really gay, literally. Just a lot of Dean kissing other guys, I don't know why. I don't even normally slash this show. Maybe my gay senses are tingling and is telling me to catch up with the show. Anybody watch Supernatural too?

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Lucid dreamers?

By the way, I'm still looking for some people who would like to share their dreams on my blog: Dream Sharing! It'd be best if you just specified if you wanted me to feature your dream into my blog or not. I can't tell if you just want to share it within the comments or into my blog. Anyway, today's topic is lucid dreamers!


I noticed some comments on my blog about lucid dreaming. To tell the truth, I'm not a very lucid dreamer! I'm never really aware I'm dreaming. Every time I dream, I just accept the fact I'm in this world and everything is supposedly the way it's suppose to be.  A lot of my dreams play out like a movie or play, I just simply fall into these roles and go with them. Even the character(s) I play is ambiguous. Sometimes I'll start from one character's point of view, and see it from another yet I still try to attain the goal I was originally going for, or somehow that too changes.



 
The only times I was a very lucid dreamer is when I have terrifying dreams. Like I know something's out there to kill or get me, and it's right in front of my face and I know I'm going to die. I stir up a shitload of panic inside me and I instinctively go, "WAKE UP, WAKE UP!" and snap my eyes open. Although that's only happened to me a handful of times.




I'm a little jealous of lucid dreamers, what is it like? 

I imagine that if I do it, I might fuck up my world of dreams. I already really do enjoy how I dream, it's crazy how much imagination and creativity my brain can make up for me.

Monday, October 4, 2010

The old man.

While I haven't been writing down any of the dreams I've been having lately because I can't seem to recall any of them at all, I do have a dream that I had not too long ago. I actually remember some of it because I told my friend and teacher about it. 



Truth be told, I don't remember a lot of it. I just remembered what had the most impact on me. All I remember was this old man in my dream who resembled my Economics teacher who is on the older side. In real life, he has a terrible habit of forgetting things and repeating what he said. I once pointed that out to him and the girl next to me jokingly shushed me and told me he had Alzheimer's, I baww'd a little bit because I thought it was actually true for a second.


Anyway, starting on my dream near the end because that's when he appeared. Somehow this old guy shows up in my dream, he seemed lost so I tried to help him. I don't remember much, but every so often he would start talking about his wife, brother, or some family member. But then he would look down at his wristwatch and see crossed out words on them and remembered they were dead. Since he couldn't remember anything, he kept thinking his family was alive, but he wrote down their names on his wristwatch and crossed them out as they begin to die of old age. Each time reminding him that they were gone when he looked down at his watch, feeling alone again and again each time he did.


I think I tried to cheer him up by giving him an old Pokemon game to play. He started at the beginning of the game and was at the part where you had to leave home. Once he left, his mind began to drift again and he forgot what he was doing. "Where am I? I think I have to get back home. Where is my home?" And the old man tries to move his character in the game, looking for his way back home only to forget again where he was.


It was just so sad watching him. I kept trying to help him, but he continued to forget.
It was like an unending circle of hopelessness. 

Dream sharing.

  Guys, I have a confession to make. While I do like to share my dreams and type them out for you guys, I would really love to hear any of your dreams! Doesn't have to new or as detailed as mine. Even if you're not the type to remember dreams, try telling me the most memorable dreams you've ever had. I even like dreams that don't make sense. If you would like to share any dreams with me, don't hold out!

And with your permission, I'll feature your dream into my blog and will add a link back to your blog! Just comment or message me your dreams.  

I've been suggesting to some people they should create their own dream journal too. But I know it's a hard thing to keep up with, so that's why I thought it would be a cool idea if we could all work together to make an open dream journal. And don't worry about telling me your dreams every single day, just share what dreams you feel comfortable with with sharing. And hey, if this works out all well, I'll change my whole blog to keep up with it. :D

Sunday, October 3, 2010

An epic, old dream.

Lately, I can't remember any of my dreams. It's really disheartening. I usually have these long, epic dreams that shows a great world full of imagination with a storyline. The dreams also tells me a little bit something about myself, like my fears and my desires. So here's an old dream from my xanga I use to keep up with.


December 12, 2012.  The day seems to go normally, but you can feel the world was off. For some reason I felt like I was a higher being, that I was taller than before, or maybe that the world was just shrinking. Every step I took felt like I was in a perspective drawing and I was looking down at a towering angle, but I had this feeling inside me like I was floating. Today is one of those days my mom visits me once a week. It takes her more than an hour to visit me, but she still insists on going to the places I want to go. It's always the same with her.

The roads were going a bit faster than usual, but you wouldn’t call it a panic. It could’ve been called another busy day on the highway. As my mom drives along, we hear a thump under the car. I’m worried it might have been a dog, but my mom dismisses it. Somehow, I think she knows by the end of this day, it all won’t matter anymore.

We’re making a trip back and I see a dead body on the road, I’m scared, not because someone’s dead, but that my mom could be in trouble. It could’ve been possible that she hit that person with her car.  I’m trying to warn her that she could get in trouble, but she dismisses me once again. It’s slowly eating me inside, but I follow her lead and try to forget about it.

The sky is gray and cloudy, the kind of look it gets right before a storm. It wasn’t depressing or anything, but it added to the sense that I was floating as I moved. As we're driving along the highway, I can feel the world starting to lose its balance. For some reason, I think of piano music, that someone is playing in the middle of a moving highway. It would’ve been beautiful and chaotic, the perfect way to describe the world as it’s going now.

On top of the highway, I spot the sea and asked my mom if we could go there. We eventually arrived at a boardwalk and I see boats floating up and down besides it. From my view, it looked like the boardwalk was the world and I was standing at the end of it. The gloomy sky with the mix of constant waves of the boats made everything alluring, I think of the pianist playing in the highway.

At the end of the boardwalk, a large ship was docked; it looked like it was waiting just for us. Inside the boat a small mass of people huddled in a group. The leader warns his crew that this journey will be a hard and perilous one, that some of them might not even make it, that they’ll be traveling thousands, hundreds of miles to a better place.

He tells them that this is his last call; those who are unsure should leave now. And for some reason, at that moment, I begin to lose all my sense of caring. I forget about my other family, my friends, and my home. I was beginning to feel the end of the world was actually coming and maybe that I was just losing hope. I held out my hand and asked my mom, “Would you like to go a cruise?”

The world could be ending right now, but I was at peace. My mother and I held each other’s hand and walked down that boardwalk into the boat. The crew did care nor welcome us, it seems like walk-ins were normal. The waves were getting stronger and the boat ride was getting bumpy, it seemed like our journey was just only beginning. My eyelids were starting to get heavier, I wondered if it was because the boat was rocking me to sleep. I tried to keep my eyes open and stay awake, but I was slowly losing this battle. I decided to close my eyes just for a moment.






I woke up needing to pee. I looked around and remembered that I had gotten on the boat. There is only one person around, a boy; he is wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. Our boat is docked next to a deep jungle and the boy was standing guard duty. The others must have gone on land to look for food. It looked like we were in the middle of the Amazons, just how long was I asleep?

Outside the boat, I see another crew of travelers traveling by a smaller group of boats. Their boats were made out of wood, but it looked sturdy enough to carry them this far. I noticed behind some of the boats had another attachment, a box-like boat that was covered at the top. The boy tells me that those are coffins and that they are carrying their dead with them.

Another crew appears behind the first; they were far more loud and rambunctious than the other and they were speeding up into the river. The boy quickly brings out a bucket of dog kibbles and throws them out in the river by hand. I questioned what he was doing and told him to be more careful with our food. He told me that he needed to feed the alligators or else the second crew would walk into a death trap.

I watched with conflicted emotions. Just who was this kid and how could he possibly think he was saving anyone? The loud crew was passing along us until an alligator had popped out of the water and grabbed one of their crewmen. We watched the struggle, but he was eventually pulled down into the water. The crew panicked at first, but ultimately decided to move along since there nothing else they could do.



I looked over to the boy and saw his crushed face. 


I knew that he just only wanted to make a difference.


1- Songs.

The Great Coffee Escape - Nebular Spool
Once Upon A Time - Jon Skarin
Tell Me Where You've Been - Hotel Eden
Gimme Some (Mike Mangini Remix) - Nina Simone
Calling the Maker - Aimee Allen



Links from thesixyone.com! Just listen to at least one of the songs and give a comment. I like to hear what others say of my song choices. It'd help me choose the next batch of songs too. Just give it a few second to load the song.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

The sixty one.

Ever find yourself needing to listen to some new music, but too lazy to find it? thesixtyone.com is a streaming media site that will play music uploaded by artists, whom many are independent musicians. So you can listen to their music and support them too!

It's a little bit different than Grooveshark and Pandora. You don't choose the music, the music comes to you. But it really has a nice navigation system, if you don't like the song they're playing, you can use your arrow key to go onto the next song. 

Also! A really cool thing about The61 is you have these quests you can do to earn hearts and reputation points. You can support artists by "hearting" their music and reputation points to bid on songs you like and "revive" them. I've always been a fan of games with quests, so it was easy to get into. The quest themselves are real easy and simple: listen to the hottest songs, listen to songs in the "mood" section, listen to the61 late at night, and so on.

Anyway, if you sign up, you're referrer was unfrightful! I'm totally sure if I get referring points or something, but it must do something since the it asks you when you sign up.

Excitement.

Spirit Week is this starting this week. Are you excite? I'm excite. 

Spirit Week Schedule 
  • Decade Day
  • Crazy Hair Day
  • Character Day
  • Class Color Day
  • Maroon Out!

I might not do Decade Day, depends if I have time to go to Goodwill and find something usable. I was planning on wear a leather/denim jacket and style my hair into a pompadour. If not, I'll use the pompadour idea for crazy hair day. 

I'm most excited for Character Day, me and my friend will be Mario and Luigi. We went shopping at Salvation Army on Wednesday when they were having 50% off clothing. I got a pair of badass brown shoes that easy to slip on, red shirt and overalls. We won't look pro, but fuck it, it's our last year and we're gonna have fun. We're gonna hopefully get the hats soon through some connections and we still need to shop for white gloves. Best part, more friends might join our idea and be other characters along the series.

Class Color, we're finally fucking white! For three years, the '11 students have been the color yellow. I hate yellow, fuck! Retard yellow. I even bought the white senior shirt, "On a scale of 1-10, we're '11!" And it was just only five dollars, woot.

Maroon Out! Ehh, maroon's the school color. I guess I should go get a maroon shirt at Goodwill too. One of the things I won't be looking forward to in spirit week is when uncreative people choose to be "hippies" on Decade Day...