7/31/11

Strange Dreams

     I've never really been one to share dreams, but that is mostly because I never remember them when I wake up, or they were never really bothersome or interesting enough to really talk about. But last night I had a series of very vivid dreams that have been bothering my mind all morning, and I just can't seem to shake them. I would dream and wake up, then fall back to sleep and begin the process all over again. So I figure maybe talking a bit about them, and dreams in general, might help me get rid of them.
     The first dream I had that I can remember was the strangest, and one I can't remember having before. I am on a train or a bus or something of the sort, and I am talking across a table to a guy about mundane things, and we seem to be getting along quite well. He is very friendly and kind, but all of a sudden the dream changes and he is sitting beside me on the bench, and then he kisses me. After that we continue talking, basically like nothing happened, and then I get off the train or bus or whatever and I am at my old house, and I wake up.
     This dream was strange to me because I never dream about people in specific, even people I don't know. It's usually places that are vivid. Also, the kiss was strange, because when I woke that was the part that I remembered most, but it hadn't seemed to be a big thing within the dream. Anyway, this is the dream that is mainly bothering my mind, but there were others.
     In the second dream that I can remember I was at a strange brick building that I for some reason believe was supposed to be my school, but definitely didn't look like it. People were walking around it holding banners and wearing t-shirts that showed the Canadian flag and other awareness things on them. I wanted to join but when I got to the people they were gone back inside the building. So I started walking around, shouting things that I couldn't hear (in that cliché dream sense), and all of a sudden there were dozens of soldiers marching alongside me, shouting with me. Then we arrived at some sort of ceremony, where I proceeded to jump up onto the center stage and sit on one of the chair up there, even though I was told I wasn't supposed to. I had some sort of box in my hand, and I showed it to the lady in charge, and she changed her mind and said I could stay up and I had a very important part. The ceremony began, but then a strange looking little girl ran up onto the stage, followed by another little boy, and they looked like part skeletons. I don't remember much, except that we couldn't touch them, because if we did, we would die. The girl demonstrated this, reaching out to touch the boy, who screamed and turned into a pile of ashes. I woke up shortly after that moment.
     This dream was strange because I felt like there were remnants of my real life scattered inside the dream, but they were just sort of disguised, and it was like my mind was foggy when I tried to remember those things. I feel kind of like I have seem the girl and boy creature thing somewhere before, or some type of them, and my mind is sort of scrabbling at dust trying to figure it out. It's a weird feeling.
     Anyway, I have had the last dream before, with just a few alterations since I have changed since that time. I am part of some sort of gang or group, and we are allowed out to play or whatever, and we find some sort of strange jungle gym type thing in a building, full of bars and platforms that we jump from and whatnot. Well, we get hold of paint from somewhere, and we use our hands to begin defacing the entire thing, kind of like a big art project, but in an illegal sort of way. There is a guy there as well that is kind of my partner or something, and I think I like him or something, because at the end of the dream, he hugs me before we are called out to do something else and I wake up.
     I find this dream to be more fun than strange, because there is a lot of movement and friendship, even though I have no clue who any of the people in it are. Plus, using the dream paint on the play equipment is kind of fun, because I am kind of clumsy in real life, and I can do amazing things in the dream, even with my hands slick with paint and the others jumping and climbing around me.
     I usually don't think that my dreams have many connections to my real life, mostly because I never remember them and they are just images, connected in the most random ways. But after last night, I am retracting that opinion. Some dreams may just be random, but others may have reason and rhyme within real life and the mind. I hope that I do not have dreams like these for a long time, because they were really weird and strange and scary.
     I am going to try to write more often. I know, every time I say that, I end up not writing for long periods of time. But writing this post and the previous post have really felt good, and I miss writing. So I will try. Maybe I will come up a schedule. I was thinking I would try Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, but not really set it in stone, just in case I wasn't in a writing mood, or something else comes up. We will see.
     But for now dream normally and don't forget to be awesome!

7/29/11

Mischief Managed

     I can't believe that I have never talked about Harry Potter in any of my previous blog posts! The only time I've mentioned it was for K's birthday, when I made her a Hogwarts acceptance letter. Well, to make up for that, and also because I've got a lot to say on the subject, this will be a very Potter themed post.
    I will start with my reaction to the finale of the Harry Potter movie phenomena, The Deathly Hallows part 2. I went to see it with K on the 15 (I know, a long time ago, shh!), and it was amazing! We actually got some good seats this time, considering there were a like a million people already there when we got to the theatre. It was all really good, and the plot didn't stray too far from that of the book, and even the parts that did weren't too bad. Most of them kind of made the film better in my opinion, because they looked good onscreen.
     My favourite scene was in Gringotts, when the trio released the dragon and it clawed its way through the vaults and out into the sky. It was pretty much exactly how I had imagined it while I was reading the book. Also, I love how dragons are portrayed throughout this series.
     I also liked that the link between Voldemort and Harry was showed visually in the films, because it gave a different dimension to what was going on between them. I also cried during the movie, mostly when Snape died and his story was playing, because it showed so much more of Snape's character in those few moments than in all of the films combined. I also cried when seeing Lupin and Tonks' bodies, and seeing the Weasley family mourn over their losses. I didn't cry as much watching the movie as I did as when I read the book.
     A few more of my favourite moments were when McGonagall called the statues to guard the school, and got all excited because she finally got to use that spell. It was a great moment of comic relief in a stressful moment. The battle in general was amazing, and as much as I love the castle, it was interesting to see the battle happening around it, and watch how it falls. Although, I did not like it when the Death Eaters set fire and destroyed the Quiditch  field. That was always my favourite place on the Hogwarts grounds.
     Neville was absolutely brilliant! Even from the beginning, I always felt that Neville would have his moment, his time to shine, and nothing could beat the epicness of him pulling Gryffindors sword from the Sorting Hat and then killing Nagini just in time for Harry to finish off Voldemort.
     I found this comic thingy on Deviant Art  and I just found it hilarious. It pretty much sums up Part 2 without all of the glamorous in between stuff that makes up movies and books. My favourite panel is the awkward Draco/Voldemort hug, because that is pretty much how it looked in the movie, too. Voldie was all "Draco, come and hug!" and Draco walks over, probably thinking something along the lines of "No no no no no no no." And then awkward hug happens, and you can just see it in his eyes that he would rather be anywhere but there. Then the Malfoys skip town, and the battle continues. Stupid Malfoys.
     And that is basically my reaction to the final Harry Potter movie. Of course, I could say something about every second of the film, but that would take too much time and too much effort, and I have other things I wish to write about. The thing that comes next with HP? Forcing future generations to read the books and watch the movies and keeping the fandom alive.
 
     The other Harry Potter related thing I have to talk about is my recently arrived Hogwarts acceptance letter, all the way from the Netherlands! (hmm, maybe that's where Hogwarts is secretly hidden...). Anyway, a few weeks ago I sent away my own letter to a new Nerdfighter friend, C, who lives there, and she sent me a letter, and I finally got it in the mail today. See, I'm creepily excited to open it! Also, Harry Potter is creepin' over my shoulder. That happened completely by accident.
     The letter is very beautiful, all handmade, (whereas mine is computer generated due to my lack of artistic talent) and is now posted on my cork board until I find a more permanent place for it. I can't wait to hear from C that she got my letter.
     I hope to be able to make more letters for Nerdfighter friends in the future, because it is very fun to make them and send them, and I know that it is fun to receive them.
     Anyway, this post has been really long and taken me a long time when I have had other important things to do. DFTBA, keep the magic alive, and mischief managed!


7/4/11

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

     I finally did it. I cut my hair. It only took about a year of talking about it, but I really, actually, truly did it. Unfortunately my ponytail wasn't long enough to be able to donate it, but I didn't want to wait any longer. It was about 6 inches long, and needed to be 8. There was no way my resolve was going to last another 2 inches.
     My hair is only about 2 inches long now. It doesn't really feel all that different, since I always wore it up and in an elastic all day long. What I like is that I can run my fingers through it and play with it and not have to worry about it getting messed up or frizzed out. There is no more need to brush fly away strands behind my ears, or tighten the hair in the elastic, or have it get pulled when I move my head around. It's kind of liberating, actually.


     To those who will remember my hair, don't be too alarmed, you will get used to it. I love it already, so you will love it too. It's another thing off my BFS List. So go forth and check something off of yours, and DFTBA.