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[Jun. 26th, 2009|02:31 am] |
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| | Secret Asian Man, Da Vinci's Notebook | ] |
Gragh. I just had a "Oh my god, I've missed my exam and am now going to fail!" dream that woke me up. It was set at school, despite being my last semester's subjects.
The weird thing was that I never had those dreams in high school, particularly after exams had finished. ...At least I wasn't naked.
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| Because that's what normal people have dreams about. |
[Jun. 16th, 2008|07:25 am] |
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I had a nightmare about a vampire deciding to let me live, but give me AIDS in order to find a great cache of victims in the future.
What the hell?
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| I'm biding time till the cassingle revival, because you promised when it happens you'll return... |
[Jul. 2nd, 2007|07:52 am] |
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| | sleepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cassingle Revival, The Lucksmiths | ] |
Disjointed almost-nightmares of being chased around the field at Fort Street by people possessed by jellyfish, accompanied by Dawson from Dawson's Creek? Woke me up at five o'clock.
I eventually managed to get back to sleep, once I'd cleared the images from my head somewhat.
Sweeter dreams that I don't remember? I just woke up now.
...If I'm hosting, I'd better get going soon, I suppose...
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| You're fighting things you didn't know; I look at you with such distain... |
[Apr. 24th, 2006|10:13 pm] |
| [Tags | | | chat log, dreams, drinkies, i get the crazies, laugh at (insert random here), laugh at roland, laugh at semps, laugh at shaun, my day, qotds, rambling, randomness | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  random | ] |
| [ | music |
| | It Ends Tonight, The All-American Rejects | ] |
Random observations about today:
Last night I had a dream which resembled the plot of Disturbing Behaviour/The Gathering. What freaked me out almost as much as, if not more than, the dream itself, was the fact that it came with it own voiceover.
I really hate binary adders. Especially when I do, like, three truth tables for them, and none of them give the results that I want.
I got 16/20 for my PDC mid-semester exam.
The Pavillion has pool tables that charge $2 instead of $3. This is good. Playing pool really badly is amusing. Especially when Gab is so drunk, he can't play properly. And when I make like three identical attempts to shoot for the same ball, miss each time, and then get one ball in each turn for the next three to four goes.
The catch on the strap on my bag broke. I don't know whether it would be simplest/cheapest to replace the catch, the strap, or the bag.
Some weird guy sat next to me on the bus, despite there being a spare seat directly opposite me. And when I didn't respond to anything he said, he shifted to sitting next to somebody else and rambling incoherently to them, instead - despite there being a seat empty just across the way.
A guy carrying one of those tennis ball flingers sat in the seat opposite me.
Mm: Do you have a dog?
Guy: No, I'm trying to teach physics to kids. And I'm going to use this to demonstrate that if you have a longer radius on a curve, then it results in further distance.
Mm: Simple lever. Probably should try going through wheel via lever.
Guy: You do physics?
Mm: No... Well, I did it in my HSC. I wasn't really very good at physics.
Guy: What were you good at?
Mm: Computers.
Guy: Really? I'd've picked you as an Arts type of person.
Mm: I like art... I'm just not very good at making art.
A couple of days ago, I went to the doctor to have my foot looked at. He took one look at my foot, and reached for the liquid nitrogen - with little to no warning. Mum described his expression as a "crusader".
I might be taking The Country Boys ™ (Justin2 and James) to the city tomorrow or Wednesday, in order to show them some of the city - that isn't the George Street pubs, since that's pretty much all they've seen of the place thus far. James's parents live in Maitland - he's living with his grandparents at the moment, but doesn't really know the city very well. Justin lives in Woy Woy - and returns there every night. Oh dear.
Andrew2 types well:
Shoulder Angel says: was anything of note covered in the lecture?
Andrew2 says: just went trough the slides
Andrew2 says: a fwe things i didn't know
Andrew2 says: but basically the operation of a hard dick
Andrew2 says: damn disk
Andrew2 says: that was a serious typo
Shoulder Angel says: ...heh.
I can't stop listening to The All-American Rejects' It Ends Tonight. It's got a really random chord progression, the guy can't sing, and it's a really irritating track... But curiously addictive.
I had a sudden mental image this afternoon of the phrase "bags under the eyes" being translated into a cheap clip art grocery bag with "iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" inexplicably floating above it.
Roland is fast on the uptake:
Shoulder Angel says: do you know what "RTFM" means?
Roland says: no
Roland says: *silence*
Shoulder Angel says: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rtfm
Shoulder Angel says: so progsoc produces a large volume entitled "TFM"
Roland says: OH WAIT
Roland says: I USED TO USE THAT ONE ALL THE TIME
Roland says: I'VE JUST NEVER SEEN IT IN LETTERS BEFORE
Roland says: LOL
Shoulder Angel says: ...
Roland says: *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead* *Smackhead*
Shoulder Angel says: oh dear
And Shaun is cute when he's confused:
Shaun says: why's it so hard to understand girls?
Shoulder Angel says: *stifles a laugh*
Shaun says: umm?
Shoulder Angel says: *grins*
Shaun says: *is lost*
Shoulder Angel says: i know, dearest. that's what makes it so endearing
Shaun says: *thinks back to your puppy who doesn't know what's going on comment*
...snip...
Shaun says: one day I will figure you girls out
Shaun says: one day... *clenches fist*
Shaun says: *waves said fist*
Shoulder Angel says: lol. what would you like me to attempt to explain? ...i make no guarantees...
I think that's enough random things I've been intending on mentioning except not liking to have a three line post about. Bye.
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| Moments from today. |
[Dec. 13th, 2005|10:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | The Glory of Love, New Found Glory | ] |
[06:33:21 PM] Stevie: what was the nightmare?
[06:33:58 PM] Shoulder Angel: it's hard to explain, from the small parts i remember now.
[06:34:47 PM] Stevie: try :P unless you dont want to
[06:35:24 PM] Shoulder Angel: somebody understood the way i think and what i think about.
[06:36:50 PM] Stevie: whats wrong with that?
[06:37:07 PM] Stevie: isnt that a good thing? so you wouldnt get pissed off at us half teh ntikme?
[06:37:51 PM] Shoulder Angel: your typing made no sense at the end of that, but i understand what you're trying to say.
[06:37:54 PM] Shoulder Angel: maybe.
[06:38:11 PM] Stevie: hmmmm
[06:38:37 PM] Stevie: id actually think its quite cool if i became friends wikth a person where we share thoughts... like in althalus
[06:38:47 PM] Stevie: although you didnt specify it was a friend :P oh well
[06:38:50 PM] Stevie: mmm cat
[06:38:59 PM] Stevie: riding in hood
[06:39:03 PM] Shoulder Angel: heh
[06:39:54 PM] Shoulder Angel: the reason that ot was a nightmare was becuase they gained this understanding through a series of events that very much resembled an exorcism
[06:40:20 PM] Stevie: *shudder*
[06:40:29 PM] Shoulder Angel: yah.
[06:41:07 PM] Stevie: you see i once hada dream where a person i knew understood waht i thpught and stuff but from a different way
[06:41:23 PM] Stevie: strangly it was after reading eddings late at night
[06:41:27 PM] Shoulder Angel: lol
Mm: I haven't played Animal Crossing since the 1st of December. So I'm now going through, and telling the game "Yes, I know it's the 13th. But it's really the 1st! It's really the 2nd! It's really the 3rd! You don't have to fill my house with cockroaches!" ...I'm up to "It's really the 9th!"
Matt: Yeah. When Pokemon Channel tries to do that, I tell it to shut up.
Mm: But Animal Crossing has a mole that yells at you if you make it obvious that you're messing with the game's time zones!
*Dad is looking through the calendar, trying to identify vet visits
Dad: Here we are; February 7th: Dogtor visit.
Mm: *Splutters* That... was... awful! *Wipes mouth* I am dribbling at the mouth in response to how awful that was!
Mum: ...Does that mean you're in a catatonic state?
Mm: THAT WAS EVEN WORSE!!!!!
*Mum reads out about Virgin's Santa Message System
*Mm sends 'Santa' an SMS, asking for "World Peace."
Mm: "Mmm, if my memory serves me right you were a little bit naughty this year... but you've just got much worse!! Pickled eggs for you this year! Santa."
*Laughter
Mum: (*To the tune of I Like Traffic Lights*) I like pickled eggs... I like pickled eggs... I like pickled eggs... Especially when I'm pickled...
Mm: Would you like me to find you the alcohol?
Mum: ...But then I might get pickled eggs...
*gigglefit*
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[Dec. 13th, 2005|08:29 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Two Little Teardrops, Rolf Harris | ] |
I just had a nightmare. I'm afraid of what I thought it meant.
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| Strange thoughts occur to me when I'm asleep - or even if I'm not, I suppose. |
[Nov. 14th, 2005|06:25 am] |
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| | I have Shake Your Tail Feather in my head | ] |
Have you ever woken up at what you're perfectly certain was the end of a chapter in your dream?
Until ten minutes ago, I was having some dream where I was a gangster, well deserving of prison. ( Cut because, while not particularly bad, some mental images are still not pretty. ) I managed to leave just five minutes before the police busted the door down - either the voiceover that it seemed to be receiving, or the 'flashforwards' that I was getting (so I could pick which way to take the dream - heh) told me so with great certainty.
The dream ended with that moment. Which, if it were a novel, would almost certainly be the end of a chapter - or possibly the end of the novel itself - the character has found security (or at least temporary freedom), they have escaped, and (assuming it's told from the character's point of view) - a certain sense of justice. It doesn't have the cliffhanger that many authors like to place at the end of a chapter, in order to ensure the reader continues - so maybe the novel.
-Mmaster
PS: You can probably blame the dream itself on the fact that I've been listening to both Stealers' Wheel's "Stuck in the Middle with You" and Nancy Sinatra's "Baby Shot Me Down (Bang Bang)" on repeat. |
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| I think I might've been playing a leeeetle too much Adventure Quest. |
[Jul. 11th, 2005|08:09 am] |
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| | When Doves Cry - as they sing it in Romeo and Juliet | ] |
Last night, I got to bed at 12:15ish, after watching a movie on DVD.
I woke up at like 4 o'clock, sighed, and tried to go back to sleep. Images from the movie wouldn't leave me alone.
I eventually dozed off again. As I woke up, I was dreaming that AQ characters were trying to get into our house to attack them. We shut the driveway gates, and this creature -the forerunner to the others- got over the fence. It was in bandages and on a crutch, becaue I had fought it before. I handed my green (earth) spear to someone, and needed it back to fight the monsters. They didn't know where it was.
Then I woke up.
I think I might have to try and force myself to do work today. Though I hate to imagine what kinds of dreams would be inspired by overdosing on Maths. Or any of my other subjects, for that matter.
*Sigh*
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| Brill. |
[May. 15th, 2004|06:46 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | It Began in Afrika, Chemical Brothers | ] |
I was woken up this morning at 4:30 by a quiet nightmare. A quiet nightmare is an unpleasant dream that occurs that you wake up exceedingly early from. You don't wake up screaming, or anything melodramatic like that. You just wake up in dire need of more sleep and being afraid of going back to bed and having the same thing happen.
Grah. I'm going to go read GPF to get these thoughts out of my head (FOOKER'S COMING BACK!!!! YAAAAY!!!!) and then go back to bed. Mm is sleeeeeepy... But afraid of her dreams.
*Stretches a few hours later*
Ahhhh, that's much better. It's now 7:30. I went back to sleep, and dreamt of geek-style 'I'm with stupid' t-shirts. (Hey, don't ask. It made sense to me at the time. Of course, it doesn't now, but it was a dream; what do you expect?)
Oh... Does anybody know who Duffy's Song by The Whitlams is about? I checked the website, but they haven't bothered with an explaination for songs on Torch the Moon.
I'd write an entry about today, but my eyes are KILLING me, so I'm not going to.
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| (8) Last night I had the strangest dream I ever had before... (8) |
[Aug. 13th, 2003|07:33 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Night Before, The Beatles | ] |
I wrote this this morning... I just don't have a chance to access the net till tonight.
I had this weird dream... I was sortof conscious it was a dream, but I could only control it at the very end. But in retrospect, it might just mean I liked Friday's episode of Spooks too much. It starts to fade already, but I want to note down what I remember of it.
I dreamed that some sort of plague or disease had taken over Sydney. I was at home, for some reason. Then somebody told me that the equivalent of Platime or Stragen (Eddings readers'll know who I'm talking about... Suffice to say, king of everybody on the darker side of a city.) had started up in Sydney, and directions on how to talk to him. I wasn't really listening; I didn't think I needed the info. But I think (s)he might have told me that some of my friends had become mixed up in it. Anyway, various people were in the house with me, though I can't remember any faces. At one point, I was in the laundry... And there was somebody with me. He (I think it was a he) started being incoherent, and somebody else came in through the sliding door. I gave the person who came through the sliding door the key to the house, and said unemotionally "He's showing the symptoms.". Then I went outside. For some reason, I went to the garage. It was somewhat clearer than usual, there was a fairly large gap free from stuff. Or maybe it was just bigger than usual, because there didn't seem to be anything missing. Anyway, I walked up to the gap, and noticed there was a hole at the edge between the wall and the floor. You could fit your hand through it, but not much more. As I was examining it, a voice called out "A flicker of light! What's the password?!" I replied something to the effect of "I don't have the password, but I need to speak with your leader." The voice said something like "No entrance without the password." So I went back outside; a little disappointed, I admit. Before I got past the lawn, I was ambushed by lots of frightened young children. The force of them pushed me onto the grass, and I sat down. One of them sat in my lap. Another one started telling me that all the leaders were dead from the disease. This horrified me; my friends were in there! I said "Not my friends! Please don't let my friends be dead!". Then the one sitting in my lap looked up at my face.
This dream frightened the living daylights out of me, so at this point, I semi-consciously rolled over and slipped into another dream to calm me down. I don't really remember the second one at all... I remember being semi-conscious, because I could feel my heartbeat gradually slowing, and I knew it was a dream. I think there was something about jumping in it.
Is anyone else as freaked as I am?
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| A fairly ordinary Friday... |
[Jul. 25th, 2003|06:26 pm] |
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| | The Young and the Hopeless, Good Charlotte | ] |
I won't bother to do a Steso: "I hate any day, just so you have to listen me whine." But Black thinks that I've been falling into meltdown, and seems to ask me how I am on an hourly basis. Doesn't he see that my mood can change within a minute... Overly cheerful, then something minor happens to irritate me for a while... Then something else makes me laugh, and the bad mood disappears. Sometimes it takes a lot to make it disappear. Sometimes I feel excluded, but I don't feel as if it's anyone's fault, not even my own. Everyone seems to group into these little circles... These are some of the more common ones I watch with a little part of me, usually hidden from view...
Elwin, Bryn, Sarah, Trish, Aviea
Roland, Steson, Bryn, Martin, Robert
Black, Abby, Anna C, Laura
Shaun, Matt, Anton, James, Laura
There's no space for me sometimes... Less often with some. And people wonder why I'm falling into meltdown.
It happened again yesterday... This feeling that I've seen an image before, usually in my dreams. I was sitting in the theatre, staring at the stage with its purple smoke and suddenly I realised that that image had been in my dreams. I spent the rest of the time before the play actually started in this terror... I don't know why. It's happened a couple of times before... Once when I was chatting to Robert, and suddenly he said something and I saw the screen exactly as it had been in my dream. And once when I was reading a book, I froze, and realised everything was identical to the image... Down to the title at the top of the page... The Eye of the World. I'd never heard of the book before the dream, and I forgot about it, until I suddenly realised the phrase I was reading, the way I was sitting, everything were all the same.
Why am I writing about this? It's probably just my imagination, anyway. I don't know, maybe I felt I should write it down somewere. Maybe it's just a way to flesh an entry the would have been fairly barebones otherwise. Oh well. It's done now, andI don't intend on deleting it, so I guess I'll submit it and make you all think I'm even crazier than I think I am.
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| Today I didn't really do much... |
[Jul. 7th, 2003|07:32 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Happy Together by The Turtles | ] |
Mum woke me up, saying words to the effect of 'time to get up', except that it didn't matter, because it's holidays. I reminded her of this, and she apologised profusely. I was having such a nice dream, too... I invented photography.
Parents left at maybe 8:00... I sat around the house, doing nothing in particular, for the most part... I played a lot of Minesweeper, watched some TV, and sorted my old console stuff out... I think I'll sell the stuff to retrogames or EB... I never play them anyway.
Deleted a bunch of files from Geocities, added some new pics to the workaround site... http://www.geocities.com/mmaster_the_one/arty/workaround.htm . I like the heart tattoo I did... Yes, I have too much spare time.
Set my journal back to the appearance it should have... Trying to make styles stuffed with me majorly.
I didn't really do anything, but I'm unusually tired... Probably just all those late nights catching up with me.
Short entry, this... Oh well.
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