I. Don’t. Do. Jealousy.

I don’t get jealous.

…

I don’t.

I don’t.

Pft. I’m not jealous.

DAMN IT I’M NOT.

*headdesk*

Bad Luck.

One upon a time, in a distant land, there sat in the corner of existance, a small and vibrant kingdom. It’s lands weren’t vast, but they were lush and green, and it’s people were from near and far. Within this kingdom, run by a faceless ruler, lived a community of people, who had chosen to be part of this insiginficant land. At first their life was richly filled. They were offered education, amber kegs full of alcohol and laughter, tables of green scattered with red and yellow globes, lush readings they could write for and a community of people they felt no shame in talking to. This kingdom seemed to have it all, the offerings vast and plentiful. The community of people did not have any woes at all.

Until one day, a thick black cloud of darkness started to sweep over them. It wasn’t noticed, but slowly, ever so slowly, it creeped over the lakes like silent mist, weaving through the undergrowth, sneaking around the trees. Like black claws it ripped across in silent splendor over the green grassland that surrounded this peaceful kingdom. The people did not see it. The people did not expect it. The people didn’t feel the darkness silently flow into them, disguised as the air that they breathed, as the liquids they drank, as the food they ate. This dark took away everything the people had taken for granted. It turned their skies black, filled the air with bitter cold and lashed hard heavy rain down upon them. Suddenly the people felt a sense of dispare, a sense of loss, as they all realised their happiness had been stolen from them. It wasn’t long before this quiet community lost all that it was thankful for. Their smiles were turned away as the sadness reigned supreme.

A lone magpie flew across the sky.

A black cat streaked across the winding lane.

Hairpin cracks formed under feet.

Fortunes were faded at the second turn. From where did this darkness come? Blindly the community seem to stumble over the darkness. Trails after tribulations, accidents following upsets, arguments then fueds. They never saw their fortune waste away around them.

When were they going to see the new morning light break through the darkened clouds? When was someone going to release the kingdom from woe?

Would they ever live happily ever after?

Warehouse dreams

This dream is fragmented, but I’ll post what sporadic bits I remember!
It was very dark. It felt dark, like it was filtered.
To set the scene, it felt quite similar to one I had a while about. The area was very industial, lots of factories or big storage places, or places like Costco or builders outlets – you know? Anyway. I was with my Mum and someone else, and we were travelling to this old battered looking warehouse type massive… place… and there were other people going as well.
The place was owned by one of my lecturers. I don’t think it was her “house” as such, but it was her “studio” and it was full of all this “junk” but it wasn’t junk, but exhibits. It sort of felt like the 70s section of the Imperial War Museum. Lots of dated appliances and stuff. Although my Mum was there, it very much felt like something to do with one of my classes. Like all of these “creations” had something to do with me. I don’t know. But I was scared of my lecturer.
That’s all I really remember. I know there was much more, but I can’t recall it all.

Bounce.

Quick update.
I had some weird dream about traveling via overhead train to some warehouse looking place for trampolines in the floor but cut out and placed in mattresses.

… Strange.

Mess with your head, mess with your heart

Right. Names will be changed within this dream to save me embarrassment. If I know you and trust you I might tell you who the person is. lol.

EPIC DREAM WIN!

Okay, so basically, I’m at uni, I think, the place isn’t really important. I’m just somewhere, and get told that Doug* is in hospital. I panic and go straight to the hospital, so the next scene is a morph of me walking into the private room where Doug is lying on the bed all connected to wires, and Peter is there, sitting on a chair beside him. Anyway, Doug is in hospital because he’s had an operation on his heart. Queue scenes in my dream of imagining open heart surgery on him. Anyway, Doug is awake, he tells me that he’s chuffed I came to visit, it means a lot to him, and that he expects to see me tomorrow (he said jokingly, with a smile *melts*). Dream morphs and it’s tomorrow, except I was busy all day and am too late to visit Doug. I panic. At some point here, my memory becomes fussy. I am sure there is a scene where Doug is miraculously well (ish), and I am sitting in a canteen and he comes over to me. But I don’t remember so we’ll skip that part.
Next I am at work, but it doesn’t look like my work, but some dark dreary dirty place. Anyway, I really need the loo so I run up some dank staircase to go to the toilet, but all the managers pass me so I have to take a detour to the cage room/warehouse and pretend I am working, when my boss comes up to me to talk about my overtime on New Years Day. She starts to tell me how she tried to call the store (to the phone on the GM desk), but couldn’t get through, and basically tried to blame me. I then had to explain that the reason I didn’t do much on clothing was because I was helping finish off the roll pallets for the rest of GM. Next, my dream morphs, and I am driving home (in my brothers old Mini! But it’s mine!) I’m almost home when I realise “hold on, I haven’t finished work yet!” and drive back. I get into work but it’s not really work, it’s like the tunnels in the tube when everyone’s rushing as one up the stairs, and Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart are walking next to me laughing and joking, but the whole thing had a very advertisement feel about it. Next think I know I’m looking at a hairdye advert (specifically, the Schwartzkpf ones with the couples with the same hair colour) and I dip my finger in the sample pot of purple hairdye and the next thing I know I’m the female and I’m all over this guy and then it morphs again and we’re being interviewed about the strange way we met. AND END.

EPIC WEIRDNESS.

*like I said, name change…