Hi again. This is unholy-angel13 (I am seriously think about changing my name) and I'm going to talk about dreams.
Sleeping is suppose to a relaxing state; when the body shuts down and gives the brain time to re-start for the day ahead...except the people who can't sleep no matter how hard they try just to get a few minutes of sleep.
Poor bastards.
Anyway. Dreams.
Some screwed-up piece of our brains create some visions that we call 'dreams'.
Bull. s**t.
Dreaming takes up a lot energy. We're suppose to be sleeping, not building a race-car with our ex-landlords or having tea-parties with your dolled-up bullies.
I know! Why would you listen to a 18 year old girl (yes, I'm an official young adult...in Australia) talk about dreams like she knows everything!
...You've got some nerve!
Imagation that you've had a hard day and want to sleep. Your in your nice, warm bed; very tired. Eyes heavy...sleepy...
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AH! A FLYING SHARK THAT'S CHASING YOU AND HARRY POTTER OVER THE MOON AND FAR AWAY!!!
Then you wake up and are seriously tired.
I know, I've had major dreams and have woken up tired at all ********.
But I've never remembered a dream unless it really mattered or was important or something I knew really well.
The first dream I remember was when I was 7 or 8 years old. I told my dad (the b*****d!...You'll find out when I talk about 'Dads' next. I don't know when I will finish this, but I will write about the father-figures in our lives and the pros and cons about dads...and I will write a piece about my own failure of a dad) that I would most likely see him in my dream that I was going to have that night when I was friendly with him.
That night, in my dreams, I was part of a scene of 'The Pagemaster'; a good movie about a little boy who was afraid of everything...even the tree-house that his father was building for him (I don't think it was by the little boy's choice). Anyway, he was sent to get more nails and he rode his bike to get to the hardware store...and that's when it started to rain...hard! So he (the boy) headed into huge library that he accidently 'bumped' into while he was getting lost. There, he met a retarded librarian who was excited about books and where they could take you (you know; fairytale books can take you to a world of fairies, crime books can take you to a world that's dark and forbidding, etc).
When the boy said to the librarian (who gave him a library card just before he spoke) that he only came in because of the rain, the librarian let him brows around the library while it was still raining.
Long story short; the little boy fell over and was knocked-out and dreamed that he was a cartoon character. Along the way, he met Fanasty; a fairytail book, Adventure; a adventure book, and Horror; a horror book, who got midshelved.
They met, at the end, the Pagemaster; the ruler of all the books and blab blab blab!
I'm not going to tell you the end of the movie! Go find out in your own time!
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...On youtube!
Anyway, in my dream, I was part of the pirate scene (where the pirates are trying to find the treasure). I'm there and, for a spilt second or two, my dad was there too.
But I don't remember the dream to well; being all those years ago, only that I was in chains, I think that Long-John Silver was talking to me...but I remember all to well that I was disgusted by him.
Stinky pirate.
The second dream that I remember was that I was on a trip with my class in grade 4 (because I was in grade 4). We went to a select loction where a bunch of frog and a bunch of crocodiles with strange yellow spots were.
I think that the crocodiles and some of the frogs were spitting barbs out of their mouths and hitting my ex-friends (I haven't seen them in years or they drifted away from me) and my classmates. They fel down after getting hit by the barb and were not moving. That's when I reaziled that the barbs were poisonous.
Then, for no reason at all, I bent over and touched a frog's wierd yellow spot. Then I fell over and woke up with a wet bed...okay, the wet bed thing was a lie.
But I was pretty scared of that dream...or nightmare. I don't know if it was a dream or a nightmare.
My thrid and final dream (or nightmare) was eariler in 2008 (this year). I was walking home with my Mum's friend's twins (who are 10 years old (8 years younger than me) and are girl and boy). I was talking with the girl, my friend (yes, I have younger and older friends then friends my age. But who gives a s**t! Anyone can make friends with a person at any age.), while her brother was walking along silently.
Suddenly, I was in my uncle's backyard (except that it was smaller than my uncle's real backyard). Then, out of nowhere, I knew that the psychopath named Sephiroth (if you don't know who Sephiroth is then SCREW YOU!! You've got a lot of homework to catch-up on) was coming. So I hid inside the shed when he came out of the house.
Of course, you could see me because the shed was so little and not put up very well (but not like my uncle's real shed...it's bigger and put together pretty well), but the insane psycho couldn't (and that's a relief!). But Sephiroth passed by the shed two time and while that was happening, I could feel my body shake all over and I was s**t-scared.
You know why? You know WHY?!
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Because he's tall as, nearly, the floor to the roof in my house, he's got a 6-foot long katana that would slice off anyone's head, and I think that he's as creepy as all ********! Why? Because of the black lines under his eyes. The way he stands is a bit scary and the way he stares at you.
It's CREEPY!!!!
That was a nightmarish dream. Yes, a nightmarish dream! My dream went from slightly good (because all of my dreams are really terrible dreams. They're good dreams, but terrible) to horrible!
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So that's all the time I have to talk about dreams, the energy they take up and how horribly stupid or frightening the dreams/nightmares can be.
See you then, unholy-angel13.
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