Meh.
I am not in a good mood right now for some unknown reason. Perhaps hormones, that catch-all stereotypical female malady...
I don't know. Maybe I've just never managed to catch up on much-needed sleep from the last couple of weeks...
I just don't know, really.
I just find myself entirely too irritable and liable to snap at the smallest thing. Mostly small things that make me feel hurt for very little logical reason. I just feel suddenly wounded and feel the strongest, strangest urge to lash out. Hurt animal pain reaction, I suppose.
*sigh*
On a slightly better, or more amusing, note:
My dreams continue to be incredibly vivid, intense, and convoluted. Bizarrely, though, they have also contained some of the oddest sexual situations that have ever turned up in my dreamworld. I mean, don't get me wrong, I have had some mighty strange sexual dreams. I have a pretty strange psyche, altogether.
But lately it seems as though my mind is tilling the fertile underside of my mind and turning up every random fetish it can. It's a strange Alice-in-Wonderland-esque series of events involving gender-bending, violence, latex, intense submission, priests, and a memorable scene involving being covered in milk. WTF, brain!?
If I can just harness the raw colors and emotions contained within these dreams, I think that my writing could benefit immensely. It's not all sex, either. I wrote about some of it in an earlier entry. There's also been scenes of escape, plantation grounds that are fertilized yearly by a multitude of frogs hopping in unison down the carefully raked rows, and intimidating a giant in a HUGE treehouse into having tea with me (so I could give him a stern talking to).
I feel like something is building in me.
I don't know. Maybe I've just never managed to catch up on much-needed sleep from the last couple of weeks...
I just don't know, really.
I just find myself entirely too irritable and liable to snap at the smallest thing. Mostly small things that make me feel hurt for very little logical reason. I just feel suddenly wounded and feel the strongest, strangest urge to lash out. Hurt animal pain reaction, I suppose.
*sigh*
On a slightly better, or more amusing, note:
My dreams continue to be incredibly vivid, intense, and convoluted. Bizarrely, though, they have also contained some of the oddest sexual situations that have ever turned up in my dreamworld. I mean, don't get me wrong, I have had some mighty strange sexual dreams. I have a pretty strange psyche, altogether.
But lately it seems as though my mind is tilling the fertile underside of my mind and turning up every random fetish it can. It's a strange Alice-in-Wonderland-esque series of events involving gender-bending, violence, latex, intense submission, priests, and a memorable scene involving being covered in milk. WTF, brain!?
If I can just harness the raw colors and emotions contained within these dreams, I think that my writing could benefit immensely. It's not all sex, either. I wrote about some of it in an earlier entry. There's also been scenes of escape, plantation grounds that are fertilized yearly by a multitude of frogs hopping in unison down the carefully raked rows, and intimidating a giant in a HUGE treehouse into having tea with me (so I could give him a stern talking to).
I feel like something is building in me.