23rd Dec.
Technically, it's the 24th, but who cares, right?
Dreams
Lately, my dreams have centered around me being swarmed by enemies and dying, or my family/friends dying. This time however, my dreams were a bit odd:
Me and my mum were in my room; things were rearranged, but it was my room.
She was standing infront of what looked like a... dog toy. Its head was a rope tied into a ball, with rope leading down to form a body, and a large square piece of rope for a tail.
The only thing that stood out however, was that it was moving and had two large white fangs.
"I'll be fine, this is only a dream" she said, arguing with me.
"No it's not, get away from it!" I yelled back.
The thing lunged at her and bit her leg, she yelped and I pulled her away from it.
We ran out of the room and went to find my dad; we explained the situation to him. My sister was there as well, but was silent.
He didn't say anything and headed down the stairs. My mum followed, as well as my sister. They refused to answer me.
Outside was different; rather than the street, it was a long muddy path, surrounded by fenced off fields of grass.
Things flew past us overhead, shining lights down on us. Giant, brown humanoid creatures walked ahead and behind us, amidst the swarm of humans mindlessly walking down the path.
A message
This section is to a friend of mine; you know who you are. I've gone through a 'huge' change and several dramatic scenarios to reach the person who I am now.
To you, my friend, I thank you. I know I have been an annoyance and an everlasting headache (though you may not admit it), your words have helped calm me and prevent any dramatic happenings. Know that you may call me any time whenever you may need it.
Two Pints
So, I watched two episodes of Two Pints. Those in the UK will know what that is. Two scenes were created; a good and a bad ending. One where Gaz was in a wheelchair and one where he wasn't. This situation got me to thinking; a scenario where I was forced to be in a wheelchair for life and one where I wasn't.
One would force me to be more mindful of everything, the other wouldn't. You have to know that if the situation would arise that you'd be forever trapped in a wheelchair, with no feeling below your waist, might just happen.
Christmas
So, Christmas! It's technically tomorrow, but let's pretend it's not. What's Santa getting everyone? Me? A new desk chair and some video games, hopefully. Oh, and some nice clothes...
Early January I should get £1k to spend all on my self. I'll be buying heaps more clothes and the like. As well as a passport.
Change
My personality type depends on change; mental and physical. Physically, i've changed a lot during the past 3 years.
Emotionally, somewhat. INFJ as we're called, depend on feelings to, well, control everything about us. I fall as close to the INTJ as I do the INFJ. Those that regard the mind more than they do the heart.
Will have to end this rant earlier than i'd like to however; it's getting late. Goodnight, my fellow nocturnal friends.
She was standing infront of what looked like ah... dog toy. Its head was a rope tied into a ball, with rope leading down to form a body, and a large square piece of rope for a tail.
The only thing that stood out however, was that it was moving and had two large white fangs.
"I'll be fine, this is only a dream" she said, arguing with me.
"No it's not, get away from it!" I yelled back.
The thing lunged at her and bit her leg, she yelped and I pulled her away from it.
We ran out of the room and went to find my dad; we explained the situation to him. My sister was there as well, but was silent.
He didn't say anything and headed down the stairs. My mum followed, as well as my sister. They refused to answer me.
Outside was different; rather than the street, it was a long muddy path, surrounded by fenced off fields of grass.
Things flew past us overhead, shining lights down on us. Giant, brown humanoid creatures walked ahead and behind us, amidst the swarm of humans mindlessly walking down the path.
Dream – 1
In order to better keep my blog up-to-date, I thought I could use it as a dream journal as well.
This dream isn't a pleasant one, but it was too vivid to not write down.
My Throat
It was night; me and two guys, I can only assume were my friends in this dream, were on the streets.
We were playing with footballs and basketballs. I was going to pick up a basketball, but one of the guys got there before me, and wouldn't let me have it. I lunged forward, grabbing it and appearing behind him, bouncing the ball. It took him a second to notice.
"I wasn't done playing with that." I said in a growl.
We were climbing over a barbed wire fence. I couldn't get up for some reason, stuck sitting on the grassy hill. On the other side of the fence my two friends stood, staring out at the river in front of them. I asked for them to help; I couldn't use my legs. they used a shirt as a pully device, and I got across.
I sat on the bench laughing with them over something one of them said. The guy from before, the one that took my basketball, made me stand up and walk with him through the benches. He grabbed one and trailed it with him. My other dream-friend protested, but I told him to relax; he had something to prove.
We somehow walked to a hospital and walked inside; he still trailed the bench along behind him. Somehow I lost track of him and could only follow him by the noise he was making. There was no-one inside, yet all the lights were on; it looked deserted.
I found the bench outside a patient's room and went inside. There was a man lying on a bed in an otherwise empty room. He was hooked up to the life spport machine.
He suddenly started moving, flailing around as he awoke, obviously in shock as to where he was. I quickly escaped.
I walked down the halls until I found a nurse and began to ask her for help.
'Hello, can you help me?' I began, a doctor walked up to us and he spoke as if he had better get me a room before I collapse.
'No, no, I'm fine. You see, my friend-wait, my throat...' I started. It felt as if there was a lump in my throat.
'His throat is-' I couldn't hear what he said fully.
I stood in an enclosed space, small enough to be a locker. Everything was white, there was no exit.
Suddenly my throat erupted with blood, covering the wall in front of me. It ran down me as I slowly bled to death.