Twilight dreaming

Twilight influenced dream last night (I haven’t read it in ages, I might do again in time for the film release, but should really get around to buying/reading the last book!!).

Basically I was me, but in this hut come large shed in my garden. My Dad told me to go in to identify a body that he presumed was the one I loved (yes, that’s right, Edward! lol). I go in, push past hanging nets to this make-shift bed with an old cloth over it, pulled it back and there was the old dead body. It looked like one of those halloween models – a skeleton, with some grey hair, shriveled eyeballs wide and still in clothes. I get confused, as this is not Edward, but then suddenly Edward is beside me, and I go to ask him “what’s going on?” but he holds a finger up to silence me and takes me by the hand leading me through the back wall of the shed like a ghost. My Dad is returning so he quickly takes me back through and I pretend to be upset at the loss. Then I got woken up.

This was before or after a dream about getting lost on my regular bus route that went way out of where it normally goes and then being late for uni. lol.

So strange.

Old writing

Okay, so I found my poetry folder from years and years and years ago. I found myself going through some of it, cringing at most of it (how depressed was I back then?! I hope I wasn’t that emotional in person!) but found a few funny/interesting pieces that I wasn’t too embarrassed to share. Well, the writing of them is probably shit, but I thought the concepts/direction I was coming from were quite interesting. So I’ll post some up for you to read/laugh at

When The World Ends

Tortured rain clouds, the bitter smell of burning flesh
Char grilled civilisation, and the end still fresh
Bring on self-destruction – by the way humans act
Cheating, lying, scheming, it’s a fearful fact

When the world ends, what will we hear?
The human cries of regretful fear
We were given time to change our ways
Crossed our fingers through each lie that stays

Now look at us, the stupid fools
Wading around through forgotten pools
Of flooding lies where we try to stay
Afloat through each sickening day

Pumped up on things we wish to see
Blind to the facts, to the things that be
Living in a dream, where the world is our own
No turning back, to the future we roam

When the world ends, what will we fear?
The human cries we dread to hear
The regretful cries of the unchanged
Where we crossed our fingers – we are the ones to blame

Look at us now, dead and gone
Roaming the earth, can you see what’s wrong?
Like hollow shells, no self-restraint
Our beautiful world, we love to taint…

(I’d like to at this point make note of my desperation to get words that rhymed, haha).

Lovers Sonnet

You gently run your fingers down my spine
Of lovers poems to which you are mine
Tracing out lovers words only I know
Trusting you in places others daren’t go
You turn me gently and I trust your will
My dainty mouth you so easily seal
You caress my skin with your lovers kiss
You stroke my hair as my heart goes a miss
I gaze in your eyes, so gentle and warm
You make me feel like I had just been born
Softly we fall into each others arms
Drowning each other in mystical charms
I had never felt something quite like this
As together we share the lovers bliss

(This next one sort of reads like a seriously shit song)

Prince Charming

His love is your deepest desire
Your soul yearns for his touch
You’ve never felt this way about someone
It’s him you want so much

His attraction is your appeal
Your heart flutters when he’s seen
A smile imprinted on your heart
Being with him is your dream

But does he know you’re the one?
The hidden princess who’s on the run?

He is your Prince Charming
Perfect in every way
He understands the things others don’t
And knows all the right things to say

But what if you’re not his Cinderella?
And you wont have your love returned?
Will you try and fit the glass slipper?
Or leave your wish unearned?

His presence makes you quiet
But you love that he is near
Taking notice of your existence
Each moment you hold dear

His conversations make you quiver
As you love he noticed you
But then you’re just like the next girl
That he is talking too

But does he know you’re the one?
The hidden princess who’s on the run?

He is your Prince Charming
Perfect in every way
He understands the things others don’t
And knows all the right things to say

But what if you’re not his Cinderella?
And you wont have your love returned?
Will you try and fit the glass slipper?
Or leave your wish unearned?

The glass slipper just wasn’t adequate
It’s a story that was destined to fail
Pretty ember girl so delightfully quaint
Prince Charming was only ever a fairy tale…

That’s as much as I’m going to post, everything else was just too embarrassing! I can’t believe some of the stuff I wrote, I felt so sorry for myself. Are all grotty, “goth” teenagers like that? Why was I so miserable?! :S Woops!

Tooth rot

My foot got caught by the fucking bus door today and it still pains! Argh.

Anyway.

Rather perculiar dream. One of those that I’m sure has a “deeper” meaning of some sort. Simply because I had a dream about teeth.

My teeth, to be exact. I started to get pain in two molars on the left back bottom, so much so, that they came out, leaving me aware that I now had a nice gummy gap at the back of my mouth and was too afraid to shut my jaw together incase it hurt. I looked at my two teeth, to find that they had come out because they had rotted inside. One of them, the whole middle was rotten, like compact sand but in a milk chocolate brown colour. The other one, a little less so, but with a perfect circled hole from the “top” of the tooth into the center. I woke up with my mouth aching. I think I must have been clenching my teeth.

I know dreaming about teeth means something. Probably bad, knowing my luck!

Blank page.

I had a dream about low flying planes last night, and my youngest brother was in it. I didn’t remember much of it, as I had to get my brain into quick focus so it chucked out any irrelevant stuff. It’s a shame, because I think the dream was quite active, and I can feel the giant muscle in my head straining to remember it!

I’ve been trying to write some new poetry, as I really enjoyed writing the last. My only problem is subject matter, or inspiration, because all the stanza’s I’m writing as scrap all come out extremely cliche and reflect my embarrassing “emotional” period when I was a teenager (back in my day, “dark” people were called Goths. Emo’s make modern day “black” emotions so… gay). I’d rather not write like I did back then, even if words did flow from me like body fluids (sorry, bad simile). Any inspiration-inducing remedies??

EDIT: I didn’t realise! But a year yesterday I’d have had this blog for! I was reading back on some of my old entries, the ones I wrote about my day like it was a narrator for a story! Well funny!

Wind

Wind

Long I have wished that I was the wind.

I could take my fingers and run them through your hair,
And I would kiss your cheeks to make them blush,
And carry your sigh with me everywhere.

If I was the wind I’d brush over your skin,
And rustle the trees that you pass.
I’d whisper to you gently and call your name through the leaves,
Making sure each moment last.

But I am not the wind you cannot see.

Oh, how I wish I was each day,
As I would do those things in the hope you’d realise -
there are words I cannot say.

And so I hope that with each comb of hair,
And the gentle rustle of leaves,
That the wind whipsers past you -
Carrying memories of me.

Death and all his friends.

Contrary to what Elkin wishes I’d dream about, last nights dream wasn’t about being slapped. Or by him.
Instead my dream was quite dark and mysterious.

It started off being about shopping in some 1920s looking grandioseshopping precinct. I can’t really remember what it was I got, and I only vaguely remember being with two other women and a girl about my age, maybe younger. Anyway. It shifted from being there, to being on streets and walking with a group of people who had this theory that there was evil stalking them. It was night and we were walking along the streets and sure enough I felt a chill run down my spine knowing that there was something behind me (sort of the feeling you get when you think you’re being followed, that fear they’ll jump out and grab you). But it wasn’t like a human form of someone, just an “entity” and the way to dispel it was to count to 12, point at it and blow the air. It was all very strange. There was a point where I strayed from the group and the “thing” came up to me, but I kept doing the thing wrong, as you were meant to shut your eyes when you counted, but I kept looking at the “thing”. Luckily the other members of this group showed up in time. It was all very strange. And that was it as I woke up.

My last dream, I had the other night was just as disturbed. I was at a house with a bunch of younger teens, presumably a party, and there was commotion upstairs where most of them had gathered at this large glass window, looking out across the street to a grass verge by the pavement. One of the boys was standing by a large black bag/bin bag. There was a corpse of a person there, a young person. Suddenly there were stories flying around about it being left to rot there, that the mother of the person left them there, and just before I woke up, the mother returned to collect the body sticking it in a black leather hold-all. I can never forget that strong feeling of fear to seeing the corpse. I never did though. Thankfully.

Gosh. I have no idea what the hell is on my mind at the moment :S

Role-Playing Dreams

I had a dream a few nights ago that I never got around to posting about. It felt like a lot happened but when I thought it through in my head it’s not actually that much.

Scene: Supposedly I’m at “uni”. That’s as vage as it gets, because the visual looks more like a barn yard/country housing sort of (I know people won’t be able to imagine what I saw from that!) rather than what my uni campus looks like.

Plot: Basically a plane has crashed into half of the campus. There is a lot of running people, fretting, screaming and worry. Most of it I’ve spent standing around waiting to hear from my friends to know if they are alive. My friend Lolo appears in it. The dream takes a drastic turn, and I’m with her in a clothes shop somewhere!

I really don’t know the relevance of this at all. God knows what my subconcious was trying to tell me!

Right, now, the dream I had last night!

Scene: I’m me, wearing light shorts, a black t-shirt, and double hip holsers It’s (how embarrassing of me to admit this) set in the second to last level of Tomb Raider 2. The bit where all of Marco’s men who throw daggers at you come, and you have to kill them all until you find the two that have the plaques to open the gates to the Dragon’s Lair.

Plot: Anyway. The first half is spent running around “shooting” these men. It’s sort of split between it being “real” and me “dressed up”. I remember a bit I believe after defeating the men when I look at my guns only to realise they are toys and announcing that they would be brilliant to use for my Halloween costume, haha. I know where that came from, lol.
The next part, is where Lara (in the game) reaches that sloped legde taking her into that large hall where Marco is laying on the plinth before turning into the dragon when you approach. Well, I’m standing just before it, and am told by something/someone, that there is this “secret” place I can climb to. I look to my left, around the edge of the wall and there is a crevice. Enter a lot of shimmying (oh how Tomb Raider-esque), and climbing over the very 2D looking “lava pits” from the games. Anyway, after all this pointless wall climbing I come to this area that looks like some sort of shrine. It’s decked out in golds, flowers and fruit offerings, cushions and whatever. At the head of the room, on a cushion is a necklace. It’s a purple string “chain” with this purple coloured glass patterned pendant thing. I put it on, and suddenly I’ve gained power of flight. The something/someone from before tells me that there were four others to collect during my “adventure” that I missed. End the dream.
Oh yeah, big emphasis on the lime green walls and orange “lava”.

I know where this came from, well, the Tomb Raider theme anyway. I think I know where the green came from (no, not envy, lol). Yeah. I have very weird dreams…

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