So I promised to get my shit together and do some stuff this week then life happened and I semi-edited one blog before passing it off for another day and then dying slowly.
I can’t make ANY promises this week as I’m working a ton and just have 0 motivation but… BUT! The STREAK is not going anywhere so the Playlist is set.
Continue reading My Life as a Playlist Week 22
A question that probably needs a well thought out answer and not just me saying well if I am dreaming its a pretty crap dream.
Continue reading Week 12 Question : How Do You Know You Aren’t Dreaming Right Now?
Pick a contentious issue about which you care deeply – it could be the same-sex marriage debate, or just a disagreement you’re having with a friend. Write a post defending the opposite position, and then reflect on what it was like to do that.
Its hard for me really to think of something that I would want to use in this kind of experiment.
I guess I’ll take a debate we had the other week on Twitter and go with the opposing view from mine.
Continue reading 365 Challenge : Bone of Contention
The last nightmare I had might sound strange but it is a reoccurring one.
Its very simple, not very scary but its to do with work.
Always I’m late, or I’m meant to be doing something and am getting side tracked, or I’m talking to someone who suddenly turns into someone else.
Our store goes from being normal, to being the interior of my house, to being outside and all forms of craziness in between.
Every time I have this dream the conversations are similar but different and it is so vivid and real that I have to pinch myself when I wake up to believe that I’ve been dreaming. Conversations with work colleagues suddenly become difficult to shake and I have to be careful what I say when I talk to them next because I can’t remember if the conversations were real or not.
I personally class these as nightmares because for a start I go to sleep hoping to escape from normal life! Having to work for 8 hours or more a day then sleep for another 8 or so hours dreaming about it is not a good thing. It unnerves me and makes me twitchy for the next day. Worst of all though it just unsettles me completely from the moment I wake up to the moment I go back to sleep. I suddenly can’t deal with it and I’ll believe I’m late all day long or else time will run away from me and I WILL forget to do stuff.
Sometimes I wake up physically sick after one of those dreams.
It effects me more because its reality mixed in with the weird. Its always something that is mixed with reality that scares me more. It blurs very real lines and makes me double think myself.
I hate them! Apparently they are to do with stress though but I get them so often that it sometimes scares me from sleeping!
I will start with a question.
Is there a universe out there that you’ve read about in a book that just seems so real and alive to you that it upsets you deep inside that it isn’t real and you aren’t there? Are there characters that touch your heart so tenderly that you don’t care if people think you are stupid but as far as you are concerned you know them? You are more emotionally attached to them and their plight then you are of real life people right in front of you?
If you have I’d love to know which ones so leave me a message in the comments. If not then why not?
Let me tell you about some of mine…
Continue reading Diary #6 : Fantastical Books and the Impression they leave
Would this be the life I imagined myself in as a 16 year old?
You know I haven’t got a clue.
Growing up I had all these ideas of what I could be but I don’t think I ever really imagined what being a adult was like. I don’t think teenagers really do unless they’ve got a real dream inside them. I didn’t. I don’t have a certain skill that I’ve been working on since a young age, I wasn’t the smartest in school but I wasn’t thick either. I had a good upbringing and a group of good friends.
I do remember looking through my teenage eyes and thinking being a adult would be great. No one to tell me what to do or how to live my life. It felt like the perfect life to live. Of course you get to adulthood and nothing truly changes. As a teenager adults just seem like something better. They get all the cool things and they get to have their own homes and make their own rules. The problem is the line between being a teenager and a adult fades very fast. Someone just made up a number in their head and said “teenager on that side adult on that.” Nothing really changes other then the pressure to actually work and “give back” to society.
You learn very fast that yes you can have all the things you want, by a bunch of stuff, learn to drive and do whatever. You have to work hell of a hard to get that in the first place though. It isn’t as easy as just growing up and living your life you have to go to work which is just what replaces school. This time though you don’t have someone paying your way so you find that the money you do get doesn’t go very far.
I think I lived in my own little world at 16 like anyone.
Sometimes I wish I had found a skill out at a young age or had a dream to put my heart into when I was 16 but I didn’t.
I wouldn’t give up what I’ve got now for anything of course but it would be nice to think that my 16 year old self would be proud of me. As it is I’m not sure a 16 year old will see the good things in my life without being depressed by the hard work I have to do to get the good things.
Also whilst we’re on the subject who really liked being 16? It was a horrible time. That age is always treated like something special but it is just a terror from beginning to end and it doesn’t get any better from there!
16th February – 22nd February
The thing with this week is that I was working a lot. It kind of got to me a little because I had agreed to work these extra hours last week and I didn’t really need too. Well I did because I need the money when I can get it but I probably shouldn’t have bothered.
Continue reading Week 7