jabagawee

I should really fix my sleep schedule

Otherwise I can’t remember any of my dreams for my dream journal!

4pm

Dreams are sometimes mundane

I brushed my teeth last night in my dream. With a manual toothbrush.

12pm

Why can't I remember my dreams?

Oh right, because my mom woke me up by shaking me. Geez mom, lemme wake up on my own terms.

11am

Two dreams remembered out of three, not bad

Gah, I’ve had this post in tumblweed since this morning when I woke up, and I still haven’t posted it yet. I had three dreams last night, so let’s begin.

The first dream was at about 5:00am, and I’m pretty sure it was suitably epic. Unfortunately, I don’t remember it anymore. I blame myself for waking up at 5:30 and not bothering to commit the dream to memory.

The second dream was about Spongebob, of all things. In it, Squidward fell in love with this nerdy yellow fish named Penny. She was nasty. Then Squidward fell down with this rare affliction named jealousy disorder, where the body swells up and you vomit copious torrents of water. Penny, apparently, was already dating some other random fish dude, and this jealousy disease was an indicator to the world that Squidward was totally violating the sixth and ninth commandments (according to the Catholic way of counting commandments). Sooner or later, Spongebob comes down with an illness with similar symptoms, since sponge illnesses usually involve swelling and oversaturation with water anyways. Once Squidward gets better, everyone thinks that Spongebob likes Penny, but he fervently denies the fact. His gargantuan size, however, draws the attention of Penny, who would not have seen him if he were not so large (that’s what she said). She untwists herself and reveals that she was a sponge too all along. They then skip away in joy. At the end of the dream (episode?), a normal-sized Spongebob is sweeping the floor while a visibly angry and reswollen Squidward stands simmering.

And finally, the third dream! This one’s a doozy. It starts with a dancer, because that’s what my subconscious was thinking of. So the dancer is a very pretty girl. I don’t remember the details, but the one thing I remember was that her hair was slightly shorter than shoulder length. I’m a sucker for hair. :P

So anyways, dream girl and I eventually get engaged (shush, it’s a dream). We hold this giant party type thing in a concert type setting, but it’s more like the size of a high school auditorium. Girl dances and dances and dances, every move displayed on the giant screens overhead. As I sit in the front row and generally just amuse myself, I get pulled onstage in this “surprise” move. Of course, it’s all planned out, but hey, anything for a good show.

As I’m up there, I remember a “rival” family of mine. Apparently, in my dream, I managed to make myself a giant corporate empire or something similar. To preserve the façade of friendliness, I had invited a giant competitor and his family. From my vantage point of the raised stage, I see the head of the opposing family sporting a shotgun and a evil grin. And it’s like that draem type of thing, ya know? Where you just know something’s up. In this case, I just knew that Mr. Rival was readying up to shoot me.

Readying myself for battle, I call out to the audience to see who has a handgun. I have no clue where it was a good idea to loudly declare my plans in front of my opponent, but hey, that’s how dream logic works.

A little more shouting, and I get Solomon to watch the mean man very carefully for further signs of suspicious activity. Soon, I hear a crack, and the entire audience erupts into screaming. Turns out the plot was more widespread than I originally had thought, and there were agents planted throughout the hall waiting for a signal to kill everyone around them.

As I walk around surveying the damage, several scenes engrave themselves into my memory, and therefore my post-awakening memory. First, a woman cries out for help. In my dream, there are eight separate criterion to check for death, only one of which is needed for confirmation. The woman’s husband meets three of them, and I guffaw. Don’t ask why I guffaw. Just know that I do. Another man shows two of the signs.

The traitors and conspirators are bound and thrown in a small pile. The party proceeds as normal, and we all eat cake. As we eat cake, my dad notices that the villains of my dream pulled a Houdini on us and disappeared.

There is an evacuation of all the people in the hall, half calm and orderly and half panicked. An hour after the evacuation is completed, a large space laser cuts through the auditorium with a thick green laser.

The dreams end, I wake up, and the day begins. Wonderful.

11pm

New site!

It’s not up yet, but my goal is to get a working site up by the end of the year.

7pm

My mostly forgotten dream

Stuff was being taken apart. Like an orange. Or a baseball. Small circular stuff. There was Solomon. More exciting stuff happened. I woke up at 5 with the most amazing dream in my head, and then I woke up at 10 and it was all gone…

7pm

I feel sad

I can’t remember a darned dream from last night.

7am

New Idea: Dream Journal

As I sat here pondering what I would do with my tumblr, I also entertained the idea of keeping a permanent dream journal. It’s amazing how fast your brain can add two and two together. That being said though, I’m not writing this up for you guys. This is solely for my own archival purposes. Then again, you guys are totally free to read this as much as you want.

I’ll start with two dreams, one I had last night and one I remember from a few weeks ago. Both, strangely, involve Nabeel.

The first was set in the departure terminal of an airport, where Nabeel and I were waiting to get onto a plane, most likely to go to some sort of speech tournament or whatnot. Then again, it might be because we planned to elope in Mississippi. My dream recall is fuzzy. Let’s just hope it was for speech. Nabeel was griping (hehe, I like that word) about how hot the weather was wherever our destination was, so he went off to the duty-free shop to buy something. I saw a mug in a glass display case with his name on it. As I turned around to tell him of my discovery, Nabeel came back holding a pair of socks. Apparently, the shop sold refrigerated socks. How the boy planned to keep them cool until we reached our destination, I will never know.

The dream from last night involved Nabeel and I (me?) joining a competition. There were many events in which we were forced to participate in, but the only one I remember was the last one. We each had to straddle a dolphin and ride/guide it to the finish line whilst being attacked by a plastic/robot shark. However, there was an additional shark in the pool that managed to swim up to my dolphin and try to bite it. This shark was real, and no one knew it was in the pool. A random detail I also remember from the dream is the fact that I was on the right side of the pool and Nabeel was on the left.

Whew, how’s that for a first shot? My dreams are ridiculously weird, so don’t be scared. Solomon says that I purposely make them up, but I say that I have way too many outlandish dreams for my conscious brain to be able to continue making them all up. There’s got to be some crazed man living in my subconscious thinking of this stuff.

10pm

What is the use of earlobes?

ohyeahfacts:

Earlobes help to warm the ears and maintain balance but generally earlobes are not considered to have any major biological function.

(source)

Asked by lynettifoo

Wouldn’t larger earlobes mean more surface area to lose heat from, leading to colder ears?

Via Oh Yeah Facts

6pm

It's 2 am...

…and I’m not in bed yet. Why?

I really shouldn’t keep up this habit of being nocturnal. It could get even worse, and we all know that Hamlet says habits and custom are the devil’s work!

2am

andrew szeto

eggplantbleach:

jieuuniverse:

He’s my idol.

JIEUN.

OH NO YOU DIDN’TTTTTT.

I am his number one fan, and he is MY idol.

get your own idol . HE’s MINE.

proof that I claimed him first:

His birthday present, from last year.

<3

:)

Yep. Best birthday card I’ve ever gotten.

In other news, I guess it’s back onto Tumblr, eh?

Via the fox takes a bride

10pm