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.