Blade Runner.

Yo.

These past few weeks have been strange. They haven’t been bad and there’s some things that definitely have been good, but overall, it’s just been strange. It’s my head. Well, actually, my mind. It wanders places. Places I didn’t even know existed. Places I don’t know what to make of. Sometimes, I just catch myself and go – what the hell was that? I’m confused. Very confused. But in a good way. I think.

Anyways, to more concrete topics. Yesterday, I saw Blade Runner, featuring Harrison Ford. A crazy sci-fi future flick from the 80s. Cool story, cool settings, cool outfits. You know you got yourself a gem when, after the movie, you ask: “What happened to the unicorn?” Yeah, I never said it was a more normal topic. I really liked the film. It was cool. And Ford’s facial expressions alone were enough to make the movie get my approval. Very cool film indeed.

Daryl Hannah as Pris, in Blade Runner (1982).

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…uhm…so…yeah.

Yo yo yiggidy-yo,

I’m just sneaking in a little blogging in the middle of studying. That’s going to be happening a lot now that I’m supposed to fill my time with more important things, although that is debatable, than surfing the interwebs. Anyways, so I had another one of those WTF-worthy dreams last night, and I thought I’d document it. I should probably make a “dream” category, since it seems to be a subject of importance. At least, to me. Okay, so here’s the dream.

I’m in this cubical room that’s entirely gray. The whole room is bare, except for the exceptionally old computer that I’m sitting in front of. I’m reading a book about the bird-apocalypse online, and suddenly, I’m inside of the book.

For some reason, I know that I have entered at a time before the actual apocalypse. I calmly walk into an empty storage room, but as soon as I’m inside, the door closes with a loud bang. I’m startled and start panicking. I frantically wiggle the doorknob, but the door is locked. I stand in the room, waiting for the apocalypse to happen, because apparently, I know when that is.

After a while, I know it’s over, and subsequently, I know that the door is unlocked. I go outside and people are running everywhere. I see families running to their cars and driving away, fleeing from something. I see hobos in corners, writing something on a billboards with blue paint. The hobos all have a blank stare and don’t look at the paper as they’re writing. I catch sight of a huge sign on a tall building, that says: “We will fly high.”

As I look up to the sky, I see that it’s nearly blackened by a huge horde of birds, some beelining towards the ground to attack the people. I instantly decide that I have to find a way out of the book, and the way to do that is to get in touch with reality – I need to remember sitting in front of that computer, reading the book.

For some reason, I can’t do this, and I start getting frustrated. That’s when Jacob Black walks past me, he has a determined stare and, obviously, a certain goal. Apparently, we have something (romantically?) together, because I shout his name, trying to get his attention. He continues walking. Then I realize that I just need to say it as it is (whatever it is), and in a matter-of-fact tone, I say: “I need you to kiss me.” He stops and comes to me. We kiss. A lot. With tongue. After that I kiss him on the cheek as a silent thanks and tell him to be careful. He bitterly says “It’s all his fault.” (whoever he is), and reluctantly promises to hurry back. Then a light flashes before my eyes and…I wake up.

Okay, this is another dream I don’t know what to say to. It’s obviously inspired, if I can even call it that, by some book I read about on Wikipedia that’s about the apocalypse, by Eclipse, and by a bunch of other stuff I can’t think of. On the up-side, I got to first base. Which has never happened before in a dream. Or rather, has never happened before period. I have strange dreams when I’m ill. Alright, I have strange dreams period.

Two glowing heads, going into the light together

Hi,

I had another dream. This one was more random than disturbing, but confusing all the same.

I’m in the hallways of my old school, watching a boy that’s at the end of it. The hallways look like they are stretched into an infinity, and though I see the boy, the only thing I can decipher from the distance is that he has black hair and pale skin. Despite this, it’s apparent that I know who he is. Suddenly, although I skipped the actual lesson part, school’s finished and I’m sitting outside the classroom, wondering what the black-haired boy is up to. I see him standing with some other boys, which surprises me. For some reason I know that he doesn’t usually hang out with them. One moment, I’m looking at him from afar, and the next, I’m standing on a mountain with my friend, looking down at what appears to be our school yard. We’re looking down at a huge sandbox, where Courage the Cowardly Dog is being harassed by some shady looking boys. The boys leave and Courage switches shape, as he often does, to fill out the entire sandbox. He looks up at us and says: “I need your help”. I’m confused, but my friend has a plan. We go to the school café and, apparently, my task is to get four cups of hot cocoa. We don’t have much time, so as I’m fixing the drinks, my hands are shaking with the adrenaline. I try to balance the cups and rush to the exit, but I don’t get very far. The hot cocoa goes up in the ait as I trip and hit the floor with a loud thud. Everyone in the café starts laughing at me, and I notice that the black-haired boy, whose identity is still unknown, is there as well. For some reason, this makes me feel particularly glum. I’m sitting on the floor, feeling mortified, and when a girl, from the grade below mine, makes a snide remark, rage colors my vision red. I start shouting at her, calling her a “filthy brat” and a “five-year-old slag”. Harsh words, I know, but it was…dream-me, and not reality-me. Ahem. So, she looks at me with a horrified expression, tells me my head is glowing, and scurries off. I just sit there for a while, puzzled by her comment and in a daze from my sudden outburst. Then, the  black-haired boy approaches me. His head is glowing too. He helps me up, and together we walk towards the exit of the café. He opens the door and the outside is just an incredibly bright light. Just as we’re about to enter it…I wake up.

I don’t really know what to make of it. I have so many questions: Who was the boy? Why was my head glowing? Did I die at the end? Why did Courage need help? Actually, the question should be: What was Courage the Cowardly Dog doing in my school in the first place? Oh, and the most important question: What was the plan that included four cups of hot cocoa? So many questions, yet not one with a reasonable answer.

Love & cartoons

You don’t move slow, taking steps in my directions…

I had a strange dream this morning. You know when you wake up ridiculously early because it’s so hot, then you fall asleep again and have a long, elaborate dream? Yeah, that was what happened to me today.

The dream begins with me falling, actually, I’m being dropped into my biology classroom. I fall into my seat and look around, disoriented, only to notice that this isn’t my ordinary classroom. Well it is, but everything is different. All the colors are in a blue tone, as if my eyes has a teal screen that tints my sight. I notice that something’s off with the teacher, who’s scribbling some unknown signs on the blueish gray chalkboard (as opposed to the regular green chalkboard). It’s like the teacher’s facial features have been dragged out, giving him a very disturbing appearance. An unsettling feeling grows in my gut, and I desperately try to reach out to my classmates, warning them that something isn’t right. Turns out, the difference extends to them as well.They all appear to loathe me. As I’m being given glares and the silent treatment, I suddenly think: “whatever.” and take a seat alone in the back of the class. I just sit there for a while, until the answer comes to me: “Wait a minute…is this a dream? It has to be a dream! Okay then.” I guess this is where I decide to just go along with it. Suddenly, the whole class is in this huge, mirrored hall where we have flying lessons. Yes, you read right, apparently we can fly in this dream. Well, dream me doesn’t know this either, but it seems as the rest of the class does. So everyone has mastered the art of flying except me. Yay. I am taught that I’m supposed to do a dainty jump and then just soar gracefully through the air, so I do that for a while, looking like a pseudo ballerina. After class, I’m wandering around some unknown area and I decide that I need to practice my flying skills. I just randomly go to a park full of cherry blossoms. I’m just jump-soaring all over the place, when I see Phreckles standing there. He tells me I kinda suck, but that I’ll get the hang of it soon enough. He also tells me that he’s here for me if I ever need any help. He gives me this huge, old book that’s bound in brown leather, tells me that I’ll “find what I need” there, and then disappears. Just as I’m about to open the book…I wake up.

Strange dream indeed.

…The sound resounds, echo. Does it lessen your affection? No.

Love & alabaster skin