Hey guys! Sorry Alex and I haven’t been around. Just in case you’re wondering, yes, we’re still in school. The semester ends July 31, then we have a month off. I’m still without a scanner, so that really, really sucks. But, I do have a dream I’d like to share. So please, bear with me! Click to read more …

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Y’all are probably sick of me writing about my dreams, but to me, a dream is a movie built in one’s subconscious. Movies are art, therefore, so are dreams. Dreams are rather artistic if you think about. The colors are more vivid and you can do things in a dream that you probably couldn’t do in real life. In real life, can you flap your arms and fly? Didn’t think so, unless you’re a duck or any other type of flying mammal or aviary animal–flying squirrel, sparrow, falcon, goose–just don’t be a turkey. I can’t fly in waking life or in my dreams. Dreams are the subconscious’ way of painting portraits of our lives, like a Salvadore Dali painting, only without melting clocks…  unless you dream about melting clocks, then be my guest.

Every night, I’ve been having the same dream over-and-over again. Remember the mass-suicide-via-poisoned-punch dream? I keep having that dream every night. In addition to that dream, a new dream has occurred, but I’ve only had this dream for a few days. My dream involved getting married–a happy occassion–but not this time. Click to read more …

Tags: Boyfriend, cars, computers, Crying, Dali, Dream Analysis, Dreams, Falcons, freelance writing, incompetency, Marriage, Marry, melting clocks, Persistence, Salvador Dali, snowblowers, tears, Wedding

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Last night, I had the same dream twice. My boyfriend came over to my house to visit and we downstairs to my basement like we usually do. Instead, my basement was not my basement, but a maze with bright blue skies and tons of trees. My boyfriend and I decided to go through the maze which was not very hard because it seemed like we knew what direction we were going, like we had built-in GPS. We found two parts of the maze: a dark room that looked like my downstairs bathroom, and an area with a pipe. When we went through the pipe, there was all these birds, water, and trees. Pelicans basked on the rocks; two falcons swooped and danced in the sky. We were in awe and happy here. We turned around and came back out of the maze and went back upstairs to my living room where my entire family was. They were all preparing for something; my mom was mixing punch,  my dad was going through papers, my niece was dusting some knick-knacks, and my dog was chewing a bone, wagging her tail. My boyfriend and I sat down and started to sort through my baseball cards so we can finish putting them in alphabetical order. Then my mom comes out of the kitchen and says the punch was ready and asked us all if everything was in order. My dad and niece said “yes,” and my boyfriend asked what we were supposed to be ready for. My dad said that this world  was just not worth living in anymore and that we were all committing a mass suicide in my basement by drinking my mom’s punch (don’t drink the Koolaid!). At first,my boyfriend and I agreed to do this, so he and my dad went downstairs to wait for the rest of us. I had just finished putting my cards in order and my niece hugged my dog. I looked over at my furry best friend and started to cry, asking who would take care of her after we were gone. My niece got concerned and hugged my dog who was just looking at me with her sad eyes and tail wagging. My mom came out of the kitchen again and said for us to go downstairs. I looked down at my baseball cards and my eyes caught an Eddie Murray Montreal Expos card and I asked my mom if she can send my boyfriend upstairs a minute so I can talk to him before we joined the rest of the family. She told him, he came upstairs and we both realized how stupid committing suicide was because both of us had so much we wanted to do in our lives. We took my dog and escaped to the bird-filled nature area never to look back. Then I woke up. Click to read more …

Tags: 2009, Art, Dogs, Dream Analysis, Dreams, Falcons, Family, Golden Retrievers, Jonestown, Koolaid, psychology, psychology of dreams, Rant, Relationships, Suicide, Tutorials