February 2010
5 posts
a good one
downtown, alone, making friends with dirty old men and dancing in the streets.
the yellow light on the stones made everything look like a gypsy wagon filled with flames; paisley curtains smoking dustypink and clean night air.
suicide hotlines have to be the most depressing numbers to ever call.
scratch that off the ‘things i never really want to do but probably will’ list. weird shit, man. it almost makes me uncomfortable to write about this.
seriously, though. they’re supposed to talk people out of this shit. epic fail.
some people
really fuck up my sleep cycle. anger isn’t healthy for my dreams. i feel like…i don’t even know. impotent. it’s amazing how one comment can turn me from feeling omnipotent to impotent in .0000537 seconds. grr. i can’t take this anger out on the actual people that destroy my good moods, and i try really hard not to take it out on myself. it’s just pretty...
sleep disorders i probably have
or, a lesson in self-diagnosis.
sleep paralysis - wakes dreamer up in the middle of REM cycle; leaves dreamer fully conscious but unable to move; may be accompanied by terrifying hallucinations and an acute sense of danger; usually remembered as a dream. certain factors increase likelihood of both paralysis and hallucinations:
sleeping face-up (check)
irregular sleep schedules: naps, sleeping...
inspiration
i’m going to start keeping an online dream journal. whenever i have anything really vivid. which seems to be all the time. especially just now, not ten minutes ago. i can still feel the adrenaline rushing through my body. let me backtrack a little and then i’ll explain the dream.
i have really intense, vivid dreams. they aren’t really all that beautiful, either. they’re...