Dreams. Dreams in the night. Personal dreams. Stuff, ya know?
Last night I dreamed that I climbed into a closet in a local furniture store and wound up in the snowy land of Narnia. The Ice Queen was there, and instead of the lion Aslan, Sabre was there instead. Before that, I had strange dreams about flying, and after the Narnia dream I was on a boat sailing across the ocean, back in the days of pirates and stuff. Then there was a robotic dragon suit, and underwater diving in an incredibly colourful coral reef. There was a submarine on the ocean floor covered in a rainbow of seaweed and underwater life.
I also had vague flashes of a city full of nothing but elderly people and a train system that goes on forever. And lastly, I had a very personal dream that I shall not tell any of you about. It's the most down-to-earth, but at the same time the most frightening dream of them all.
Phew. I need to quit whatever it was I was smoking. I gotta start writing down my dreams again so they don't fade away, too. I like to think that somebody out there might be interested in them.
I got my work roster for this month and what do you know, they want me to work on the day of paint ball. This really sucks because I'm not comfortable with talking to Nathaniel, especially after I worked up the courage to ask for more hours. I need the money too, desperately. But I also promised Chris I'd be there. It's his eighteenth birthday, after all.
I finished reading Rose Madder. Heck, I could hardly put it down all day. Rose Madder is just like It! (The characters, not the novels) Could she be the bride of Pennywise, I wonder? But the part of the book that struck me as the scariest was the ending, on how the abusee was trying to turn into the abuser, and spawn an entirely new cycle of bad feelings and emotions. I can't help but wonder if the ordeal was worth it in the long run, especially when the Tree of Rage has the potential to kill thousands of souls. I guess the moral is that the price for your own happiness is often the happiness of others. It sucks, but that's life.
Norman was my favorite character. His character was just so powerful, so full of hatred and yet at the same time so real. The bluntness and narrow-mindedness of his mind made him seem all the more human. I suppose the reason he was like that was because he was too human. He was misogynistic and an asshole, but he made the book great.
So I can tick that off my book list. Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three is next. Yay Roland! *Huggles Roland* :3
I've lost ten pounds in the last little while, a month or so it seems. Then I gained a bit of it back in muscle. Now I have to make up the difference. At least I can run faster and longer than I could before, which will be useful in paint ball. But still, ten pounds!!! I actually feel healthier too.
I also had vague flashes of a city full of nothing but elderly people and a train system that goes on forever. And lastly, I had a very personal dream that I shall not tell any of you about. It's the most down-to-earth, but at the same time the most frightening dream of them all.
Phew. I need to quit whatever it was I was smoking. I gotta start writing down my dreams again so they don't fade away, too. I like to think that somebody out there might be interested in them.
I got my work roster for this month and what do you know, they want me to work on the day of paint ball. This really sucks because I'm not comfortable with talking to Nathaniel, especially after I worked up the courage to ask for more hours. I need the money too, desperately. But I also promised Chris I'd be there. It's his eighteenth birthday, after all.
I finished reading Rose Madder. Heck, I could hardly put it down all day. Rose Madder is just like It! (The characters, not the novels) Could she be the bride of Pennywise, I wonder? But the part of the book that struck me as the scariest was the ending, on how the abusee was trying to turn into the abuser, and spawn an entirely new cycle of bad feelings and emotions. I can't help but wonder if the ordeal was worth it in the long run, especially when the Tree of Rage has the potential to kill thousands of souls. I guess the moral is that the price for your own happiness is often the happiness of others. It sucks, but that's life.
Norman was my favorite character. His character was just so powerful, so full of hatred and yet at the same time so real. The bluntness and narrow-mindedness of his mind made him seem all the more human. I suppose the reason he was like that was because he was too human. He was misogynistic and an asshole, but he made the book great.
So I can tick that off my book list. Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three is next. Yay Roland! *Huggles Roland* :3
I've lost ten pounds in the last little while, a month or so it seems. Then I gained a bit of it back in muscle. Now I have to make up the difference. At least I can run faster and longer than I could before, which will be useful in paint ball. But still, ten pounds!!! I actually feel healthier too.