I'm Dreaming Weirdness
Well, my dream from a couple nights ago... well, it was long but it involved two of my close friends (namely Holly and Lala) moving into mansions with pools and jacoozis, and then me going to some sort of a "day camp" type of thing to help out under the supervision of this crazy guy (there was also a pool and jacoozi in this house/building). Every one had suspiscions that this dude was psycho, but no proof to back it up. Well, one day I'm looking for the bathroom or something (or claim that), so I go down into the building's basement where it's pitch black. So I use my cell phone to look around, and I find a ton of incriminating evidence against this guy proving that he is a psycho. So, I took part of the evidence and keep looking around, and I find this disgusting dirty bathroom which is out of order. There are all these gross bugs (grillerige gogatjies!) all over the place, and some snakes. Then I half shut the door, and behind the door there is this girl of a sickly appearance who is chained up to the wall. Her hair is dark, her face is pale and she looks weary and scared and as though she has been perpetually crying. Her legs have been cut off just below her knees and her stumps of legs are chained to the wall as well. I asked her how long she'd been there, and she says in a weak voice "I don't know" and I ask her why this was done to her, and then she describes that she was caught down there, and had found the same evidence against him which I had just come upon.
Then I hear him coming down the stairs and I close my phone and rush up, bumping into him...
He grabs me and leaning over me he asks me in a threatening voice "What did you see down there?!" I reply as if slightly annoyed that he's grabbed me, "Nothing, I couldn't see anything cuz it's so freakin' dark down there." Another leader from the "day camp" or whatever it was comes, and so he reluctantly releases me, eyeing me suspisciously. Of course, I run straight to the police with the evidence, and the girl is rescued although permanently scarred, and all the evidence against him is uncovered, unfortunately he already feared he was about to get caught and had fled.
I woke up.
And I wondered, where did such a dream come from?
Then there's also been a whole lot of the "lacking" of dreams.
I've been tossing and turning a lot at night lately, unable to sleep for up to 6 hours or so. It sucks because I just lay there... waiting for the sleeping medicine to kick in, which it never seems to. I think about all kinds of weird things, one thought leading to another. I think about exams and my plans for studying for my English final and stress about what if I get a D in English or worse, or a D in Art because of absences, and the unfairness of it all, and what if i loose my scholarship how it will be even harder. I start thinking of getting a job, and how tired I will always be cuz I always am. Then I start thinking about how nice the holidays will be, then I start thinking about how I haven't gotten Christmas presents lined up, and what am I gonna do for everyone when I don't have any money, and then I start thinking about packing up everything from my dorm room and how annoying it is to have such a temporary residence. Then I think about hanging out with friends, and then I think about all the friends I haven't seen in forever.
Then I start thinking about my birthday, which is coming up, and wondering what I should do, go out, invite people to stay in with me, little group small group, how I realli don't want to have to plan anything... then I start thinking about parties in general, and about my surprise party in Cape Town when I left, and how weird it was that this chick was there being rude and swak and wysing that i'm a grott and how Ricardo could do so much better than me, and then thinking about how weird it was that at the time I was naive to that full story behind her and Ricardo, and remembered Lisa being her loud self, and thinking about how there was kinda a lot of people i didn't realli know that well there, and how weird that was, and I started wondering why people I didn't know would have come, and how it was at the most random persons house too.
Then I started thinking about Cape Town, and of course, that is a never ending pool of thoughts and emotions.
I started imagining going back again, and seeing every one. I started imagining how cool it would be if I was going there on say, Saturday. I wish I was. I mean, I know it will be great here, but I honestly would love to go back and see Janine, since she will be in town from Durban, and chill with Cara, and her family, my adopted family. Then I imagine seeing people I haven't seen in forever...
I don't even know why I think about such things when I should be sleeping, or why I write about such things when I should be studying ;-) Either way, I wish I could go to see my old beaches. See beautiful table mountain, and maybe even climb my taffel berg. How great would it be to have a New Years there just like in the old days, and then finally to celebrate my 20th birthday with Cara, Amy, Janice, etc. Noboddy else would realli have to be there, that would be enough.
But then I think, there's always next year, and then I wonder, how I will have changed, grown, matured, or maybe I will have digressed.
Then suddenly I will realized another hour has slipped away from me, and that I need sleep, and then I wonder what is the real difference between my rambling thoughts as I lie in bed, and the rambling dreams I have as I lie there asleep. Then I start thinking about the Copper Grill, and how can any one eat there as often as some people do? Then I think about being rich and famous, and that it would be nice to take all my friends to eat there in the Gold Room aka the PDR. Then I start thinking of being famous, and how difficult that would be, and how it would probably conflict with my other plans in life, such as education, and my art. Then I started imagining if I was in a reality TV show about my life, and how I would hate that, and also how it would probably be boring and stupid.
Then I start thinking about how I don't think I would ever want to be famous, but if I were rich I would give half my money away, and then I started thinking about how that almost never happens and how luxuries once sampled soon become necessities. Then I started thinking about clothes, and how I wished I had boots like Cara's because they almost look like those Indian boots that Tiger Lilly and those indians from Peter Pan wear.
So... that was a pointless entry on my stream of conscious.
But I hope you know this rambling served a purpose: Procrastination from studying for the one Exam that I have. English. Time to go study now!
Then I hear him coming down the stairs and I close my phone and rush up, bumping into him...
He grabs me and leaning over me he asks me in a threatening voice "What did you see down there?!" I reply as if slightly annoyed that he's grabbed me, "Nothing, I couldn't see anything cuz it's so freakin' dark down there." Another leader from the "day camp" or whatever it was comes, and so he reluctantly releases me, eyeing me suspisciously. Of course, I run straight to the police with the evidence, and the girl is rescued although permanently scarred, and all the evidence against him is uncovered, unfortunately he already feared he was about to get caught and had fled.
I woke up.
And I wondered, where did such a dream come from?
Then there's also been a whole lot of the "lacking" of dreams.
I've been tossing and turning a lot at night lately, unable to sleep for up to 6 hours or so. It sucks because I just lay there... waiting for the sleeping medicine to kick in, which it never seems to. I think about all kinds of weird things, one thought leading to another. I think about exams and my plans for studying for my English final and stress about what if I get a D in English or worse, or a D in Art because of absences, and the unfairness of it all, and what if i loose my scholarship how it will be even harder. I start thinking of getting a job, and how tired I will always be cuz I always am. Then I start thinking about how nice the holidays will be, then I start thinking about how I haven't gotten Christmas presents lined up, and what am I gonna do for everyone when I don't have any money, and then I start thinking about packing up everything from my dorm room and how annoying it is to have such a temporary residence. Then I think about hanging out with friends, and then I think about all the friends I haven't seen in forever.
Then I start thinking about my birthday, which is coming up, and wondering what I should do, go out, invite people to stay in with me, little group small group, how I realli don't want to have to plan anything... then I start thinking about parties in general, and about my surprise party in Cape Town when I left, and how weird it was that this chick was there being rude and swak and wysing that i'm a grott and how Ricardo could do so much better than me, and then thinking about how weird it was that at the time I was naive to that full story behind her and Ricardo, and remembered Lisa being her loud self, and thinking about how there was kinda a lot of people i didn't realli know that well there, and how weird that was, and I started wondering why people I didn't know would have come, and how it was at the most random persons house too.
Then I started thinking about Cape Town, and of course, that is a never ending pool of thoughts and emotions.
I started imagining going back again, and seeing every one. I started imagining how cool it would be if I was going there on say, Saturday. I wish I was. I mean, I know it will be great here, but I honestly would love to go back and see Janine, since she will be in town from Durban, and chill with Cara, and her family, my adopted family. Then I imagine seeing people I haven't seen in forever...
I don't even know why I think about such things when I should be sleeping, or why I write about such things when I should be studying ;-) Either way, I wish I could go to see my old beaches. See beautiful table mountain, and maybe even climb my taffel berg. How great would it be to have a New Years there just like in the old days, and then finally to celebrate my 20th birthday with Cara, Amy, Janice, etc. Noboddy else would realli have to be there, that would be enough.
But then I think, there's always next year, and then I wonder, how I will have changed, grown, matured, or maybe I will have digressed.
Then suddenly I will realized another hour has slipped away from me, and that I need sleep, and then I wonder what is the real difference between my rambling thoughts as I lie in bed, and the rambling dreams I have as I lie there asleep. Then I start thinking about the Copper Grill, and how can any one eat there as often as some people do? Then I think about being rich and famous, and that it would be nice to take all my friends to eat there in the Gold Room aka the PDR. Then I start thinking of being famous, and how difficult that would be, and how it would probably conflict with my other plans in life, such as education, and my art. Then I started imagining if I was in a reality TV show about my life, and how I would hate that, and also how it would probably be boring and stupid.
Then I start thinking about how I don't think I would ever want to be famous, but if I were rich I would give half my money away, and then I started thinking about how that almost never happens and how luxuries once sampled soon become necessities. Then I started thinking about clothes, and how I wished I had boots like Cara's because they almost look like those Indian boots that Tiger Lilly and those indians from Peter Pan wear.
So... that was a pointless entry on my stream of conscious.
But I hope you know this rambling served a purpose: Procrastination from studying for the one Exam that I have. English. Time to go study now!