Last night I dreamt that Em and I were looking after a group of children, and they were playing on a roundabout that for some reason was built of mesh, with lots of really sharp bits. Thinking "children + really sharp stuff = bad idea", I went off to try and find something to make it safe. The best I could come up with was a load of plastic bags, which I was going to tape over all the sharp bits.
Getting back, I found that Em had WRAPPED THE ENTIRE THING IN RAZOR WIRE. Em then tried to convince me, with increasing irritation, that this was a legit safety measure for children's play equipment.
Seriously, brain, you should know that out of the two of us, Em is the one who is far less likely to recklessly endanger small children.
The world's going to hell, we're all clapping along... - Rob Paravonian
No way dude- razor wire is how I teach all my classes.
I dreamed I was in the Lake District fighting giant magical eyeballs that exploded into pterodactyls... no word of a lie. Ally was there, and Dan and my niece, and we had to eat a lot of macaroons to give us energy for magic.
I had a dream and it involved a play of some sort, but I was supposed to play a song on the piano on the stage, except I never looked at the music until I got up on the stage. And then I knew that I couldn't play it and I woke up...in this pose:
Except my hands were folded together. So um yeah. Weird.
I had a dream that really freaked me out last night... I was dreaming normal random things, but then the dream got progressively more and more dark, scary and dangerous, to the point where I realised I was dreaming, and started to fight to get out. suddenly I *woke up* and was in this weird reddish desert, filled with tall spiky looking towers with eyes on them. Everyone I knew was trapped unconscious and tied to a tower where spiky aliens were using their dreams to feed themselves... Being that I'm a total badass when I'm asleep I immediately started fighting aliens to free my friends, chopping off heads and so on- I killed all the aliens except one who was supposed to be their queen, as I ran up to her and delivered the killing blow that would knock her head off, she turned to me and smiled, "you really think that will work?" she said, then I woke up for real... but spent a lot of the next hour trying to prove to myself that I actually *was* awake...
Oh hey I remember a dream from a couple nights ago where I did some cooking. I made an unspectacular, but edible lasagna, some brownies that didn't actually fill the pan they were in and I think got burned a little and a frozen pizza that was about as good as a frozen pizza gets. All my sisters and their kids were there, but then one of their husbands brought food that was better than mine and we ate that instead and forgot about my poor attempt at cooking.
I dreamed yesterday some long story where I had to save a lion cub that had been abbandoned in the place where my aunt has her shop. First they wanted to leave him there so the mother would come to fecth it, but for some reason I had to take it away to save it from some... weird monkey crowd that would beat it to death if we left it alone. Meanwhile, I got stalked by some guy using my cell phone (to find me). When I discovered that, I tore apart the sim card and threw the phone at the guy, but he was catching up. Also, the lion cub at some point had became a cocker dog cub... At that point I woke up, though. Poor lion/dog cub I didn't get to save it in time. My dreams really make little sense.
Something feels really familiar about trying to save a lion cub from a mob of monkeys that attack if it's left alone. Not the specific situation. Just the trying to do a thing but as soon as you're about to leave the thing gets undone (I guess scaring off monkeys, in this case) and you have to do it again.
I guess said like that it does make sense. The thing with the monkeys is that they never actually appeared. I just knew that if we left the cub there, they'd get there before the mother of the lion and they WOULD kill it. So I just had to save it... I didn't even have to do much, I just had to get the lion to my house or elsewhere till we could find some safe home for it. The thing was also weird because at some point it felt like two different dreams merged. I was into the lion thing and then there was a phone call and then I was being followed by that guy that looked like the killer in my comic... Stressing stuff! Also, I had to drive. I'm still learning and dream me was painfully aware of that fact. As I said, stressing! The guy kinda seemed to be trying to get the lion, which by then was a dog, but I didn't know why or why I cared about it anymore. I just wanted to get away. I hope starting school tomorrow will make me get properly tired and makes me sleep well...
School gets stressful for me when I'm getting into exams period, but I also enjoy it. I find the classes mostly interesting and going to school gives me a firm schedule and a reason to leave the house. I get very hermit-like when I'm free, and for a while that makes me feel better, but eventually I grow tired of that and start feeling useless. I had a lot of fun this summer, but I was already starting to panic as to where my life is going and that means it's a good moment to start school. Nice, short term goals aren't scary!
...So it seems that optimistic people do have less stress. (See my other post, which I made before reading this post...) School is always stressful for me--by juggling different courses and procrastinating. While exams are scary monsters of doom, they are somewhat less scary because in a sense I've just got to focus on the notes for long periods of time (assuming my exams are spread out).
It's funny, because I am sort of opposite to Soff. A major reason as to why I chose to go into Computer Science was because I assumed (and I still assume), that unlike other certain undergraduate degrees, getting a degree focused in Computer Science (CS) will also get me a job in the end. Hopefully. So I study a lot and pay attention in class religiously, because I never did CS growing up, and this is all I have to survive. The problem with this approach is that my hobbies (e.g. drawing, world-building for fun) don't really align with my studies, so I am flexible enough to learn anything, but un-motivated to master it.
Free time is nice, but yeah, I totally get the issue about feeling bummed out after a while. I think this feeling becomes less as your interests and their influence on the world become greater?
Oh. I had a dream recently where my nephew found a wallet that he found and it turned out to be one I lost a while back (In the dream, I haven't lost a wallet in real life) and it had a whole bunch of money in it so I was like "awesome" and then I remembered that it was also my super awesome magic wallet or something that was like a bag of holding and had a whole bunch of neat swag in some pocket dimension thing in it which made it even awesomer. Seriously I think there was a whole room in there. Then I woke up and was sad.
I think I had a dream that prominently featured a girl who had the power to transform into a big, really hairy sasquatch creature that for some reason was aquatic in nature. Like a mermaid deal, but instead of a half-fish girl, she'd be a swimming bigfoot with extra long hair.
It was rather weird, but I was also a bit confused that the girl was sort of a "me" character even though I was technically a passive observer. I can't recall if I've ever been a girl in a dream before.