Using awkward syntax because I hate the word “dreamt”

admin — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 06:13:27 +0000

Sometimes after I’ve had a really weird dream (like, almost every night), I’ll have another one shortly after that consists of me telling someone about the weird dream I just had. They are probably bored by this, but sometimes annoying one imaginary person is not enough. So I have to blog¹ a blog² on my blog³ about these dreams.

So here’s the most recent one: I was friends with Lady Gaga (an entertainer of some repute) and we were throwing candies at each other. One hit me in the head and I yelled, “BOOM, headshot!” Also, since this was a dream I had right before waking up, I really had to pee and there was nowhere suitable.

Notes? Really? Yes, on the word “blog”

blog, verb: to write and publish (make available on inter-butt) some text that no one in their right mind cares about.
blog, noun: a single entry of the aforementioned text that no one in their right mind cares about.
blog, noun: a collection of many such entries of text, found on the inter~~blog~~…~~net~~…butt.

Remember, it’s only a dream*

admin — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 20:48:12 +0000

I had this awesome dream (for once), and was totally bummed-ass-out when I woke up from it. In it, I typed some random text into this Orator-like program (see this blogging), and it would sing the words back as an awesome lo-fi pop song. I tried it again, and this time it had musical backing and everything! It ruled. Then I woke up to a life where computers will not write my pop songs for me.

That night I also had a less awesome dream, wherein I heard a Sleater-Kinney song that was so awesome it made tears come to my eyes. Lots of them. This one’s actually more realistic. Something like that would happen on a regular basis if I were capable of displaying human emotions.

I am all the time having one of several recurring dreams. They get boring.

I’m in the can, and someone opens the door, or the door won’t stay shut
My guitar has broken in half while playing it
Fighting with parents like a damn teenager
Due to a clerical error I have to go back to highschool and take PE (at my age!)
It’s the end of a semester in college and I suddenly realize I missed an entire class
I missed the bus
MONSTERS@_$*!@_%&!@_

And, rarest of all, and only if I’ve been REALLY good…

kittens and bunnies doing hilarious things

It doesn’t really take a freudian to pinpoint the source of all these dreams, but the main thing is it’s damn ass hell of boring to only have a few different scenarios to pick from each night. It’s a writer’s strike up in my brain.

*This was from a trailer for the movie “Phantasm II” way back when I was a youngling. Then the scary thing (whatever it was) pops up and goes, “No, it’s not!” Well, my friend Na and I thought it would be even funnier to say, “No, it ain’t!” and then we’d laugh for about 15 minutes.

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Using awkward syntax because I hate the word “dreamt”

Remember, it’s only a dream*