138 // you made me forget my dreams...
I had such a strange dream last night. I don't remember how it started. The first part I remember is being in my parents' bedroom in my old house, though it had changed a little bit. There was a dresser where there should have been a fireplace. And there was a bunch of stuff on top of it. There were other people in room with me but I only distinctly remember my friend Eli. I get the feeling it was like...like being in a video game or something, there were tasks I had to complete, but I can't really remember much about that. My dreams end up like that a lot, like being in a video game. Anyway, one of the things I had to do was this strange...almost like a ritual, and I guess it would allow me to talk to the dead or some spirits of some sort (o.O?????). And Eli came up next to me a said, "Oh, you want me to do this?" And behind me were a couple girls that said, "Yeah, let him show you." And after that I would be able to do it on my own or something. So he reaches up on the dresser and there's this small horn. You know at Christmas how they have those horns that are shaped like French horns but without all the gadgets, just the loop? It was like that. And I think he took a couple other things off of the dresser too. And then he leads me into my parents' bathroom and we close the door.
I don't really remember what he did or if it worked. The next thing I remember is having to try it for myself, still in the bathroom, and I was standing at the sink with a paper in front of me that listed what I was supposed to do. But the "horn" I had wasn't the one Eli had. It was a long plastic tube attached to a large ball-shaped plastic thing with a giant opening cut in it to release sound (again, WTF subconscious? that doesn't even make sense XD). But anyway I remember having to blow into it twice, and it was supposed to release some sort of sound, I don't even remember if it was audible, and that would bring up the spirits or whatever.
The next thing I remember is being in a hotel room somewhere, and I remember that I had been practicing this whole ritual thing. I was going to do it in the room, but then my dad came in and said he had to go to bed. I said that I had to do the ritual there, so he could go to bed if it wouldn't bother him. I started out in the room but I ended up walking into the adjoining bathroom, concerned despite what I said that the sound would bother him. I stood at a window and tried to get everything to work but it wasn't, the spirits weren't coming or whatever. So I tried blowing on the horn again, and then trying to really concentrate, and tried to let the feeling come over me, like they would possess me or something. I remember letting my eyes roll back and letting myself fall backward, but I fell really slowly and it didn't hurt, as if I was just sinking into a bed. That's the last thing I remember.
WEIRD.
In other news, I am a slacker, I'm just skipping over my Classics reading in favor of relaxing, I'm still feeling incredibly tired like I have for several days and my body is aching really bad today. My mom thought maybe I had a touch of the flu the other day when walking was making me really dizzy and tired, I'm thinking maybe I've just let my iron level get too low again or something. Body, why you hate me? :(
Anyway, nicer news is my prof is taking our poetry class to an orchard today to read our poems. <3333 Glorious! It's the perfect day for it. These should be good, too. He assigned us different divisions of a medieval, Middle English poem called The Second Shepherd's Play, and we had to translate them into an idiom/dialect. For example, someone in the past re-wrote his section into Cockney. I chose to do Yooper (dialect of the upper peninsula of Michigan, where my mom's from [she has asked me to assure everyone she no longer talks like that LOL]. See Fargo (sort of, only WORSE). See also Sarah Palin, though again, Yooper is ten times worse. Oh yah, eh?)
Of course then I have the newspaper for three hours after dinner. Don't get me started. I don't even want to look at this website ever again I'm so frustrated for so many reasons. But at least there's a little oasis in the day.
EDIT: OH GOD WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS EXISTED? YOOPER BUD COMMERCIAL. It's funny 'cause it's true.
I don't really remember what he did or if it worked. The next thing I remember is having to try it for myself, still in the bathroom, and I was standing at the sink with a paper in front of me that listed what I was supposed to do. But the "horn" I had wasn't the one Eli had. It was a long plastic tube attached to a large ball-shaped plastic thing with a giant opening cut in it to release sound (again, WTF subconscious? that doesn't even make sense XD). But anyway I remember having to blow into it twice, and it was supposed to release some sort of sound, I don't even remember if it was audible, and that would bring up the spirits or whatever.
The next thing I remember is being in a hotel room somewhere, and I remember that I had been practicing this whole ritual thing. I was going to do it in the room, but then my dad came in and said he had to go to bed. I said that I had to do the ritual there, so he could go to bed if it wouldn't bother him. I started out in the room but I ended up walking into the adjoining bathroom, concerned despite what I said that the sound would bother him. I stood at a window and tried to get everything to work but it wasn't, the spirits weren't coming or whatever. So I tried blowing on the horn again, and then trying to really concentrate, and tried to let the feeling come over me, like they would possess me or something. I remember letting my eyes roll back and letting myself fall backward, but I fell really slowly and it didn't hurt, as if I was just sinking into a bed. That's the last thing I remember.
WEIRD.
In other news, I am a slacker, I'm just skipping over my Classics reading in favor of relaxing, I'm still feeling incredibly tired like I have for several days and my body is aching really bad today. My mom thought maybe I had a touch of the flu the other day when walking was making me really dizzy and tired, I'm thinking maybe I've just let my iron level get too low again or something. Body, why you hate me? :(
Anyway, nicer news is my prof is taking our poetry class to an orchard today to read our poems. <3333 Glorious! It's the perfect day for it. These should be good, too. He assigned us different divisions of a medieval, Middle English poem called The Second Shepherd's Play, and we had to translate them into an idiom/dialect. For example, someone in the past re-wrote his section into Cockney. I chose to do Yooper (dialect of the upper peninsula of Michigan, where my mom's from [she has asked me to assure everyone she no longer talks like that LOL]. See Fargo (sort of, only WORSE). See also Sarah Palin, though again, Yooper is ten times worse. Oh yah, eh?)
Of course then I have the newspaper for three hours after dinner. Don't get me started. I don't even want to look at this website ever again I'm so frustrated for so many reasons. But at least there's a little oasis in the day.
EDIT: OH GOD WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS EXISTED? YOOPER BUD COMMERCIAL. It's funny 'cause it's true.