dreams

Yes, I'm back from PSG.  The land and people were wonderful.  I was in a personal funk so I didn't enjoy it as much as I wanted to, but it was eye opening for me on a personal level and gave me lots of things that I need to work on. There are several people I need to talk to, several things I need to fix, several things I need to anyalze.  Overall, it was a good growth experience, although not in the way I expected.  One great thing is that before I went, I set a few personal goals for myself. ... read more

I've got two weird dreams from last night, and the night before. They were crazy weird. And the fact that I still remeber them is a feat. So here we go! So, since this was from two nights ago, I only remeber the tail end. So there I was folk.........crap, where the hell was I?....Oh well, I'll just write out the very end which I remeber the most. I was in the Halls of St. Joes. And the Janitor from Scrubs came by, and then he walked into the guys bathroom and said to me "You saw Nothing" and...

It always comes in a dream. The perfect life or the perfect day. Sometimes dreams can take a turn for the worse, but only in our dreams do we ever seem to truly come upon something so magnificent and perfect that we could wake feeling content and warm within our hearts. It came as a dream two or three nights ago. It was my Perfect. It was at some school I was going to. Not one that I am presently attending, but in the dream it appeared as if I had attended the school for a very long time. The students...

What a confusing night. I saw a lot of dreams and each and every single of them were more or less twisted. I don’t think I’m brave enough to talk about all of those dreams but I can tell you that they included drunken old men with beards, penches, a crossroads in the centre of Tampere, nudity, mothers with baby carriages, a plane flying across the sky with some phone company’s advertisement and me as a hippie. In one dream I was getting married. Obviously with a rich man cause...

Seems like I never get many dreams in the summer time, but it would appear that my sleeping conditions are quite ripe this time of year. I have a few dreams now, and I've found it quite handy to use Google Docs to write them down when I have a dull moment to scribe them. Well, I have two for you today and I have one or two that are sitting in my notebook that have yet to be transcribed. I really want to keep my site a little more up to date and also a little more detailed than usual. Here for you...

I HATE the way my dreams fuck with my head. Some people say it's a gift to remember your dreams, but sometimes it's a curse. I can't stand when I wake up and I'm in a weird mood because of my dreams. And I HATE when they make me believe things that aren't true.