The Lucid Dream

So, to my surprise I actually had a dream last night.

I’m not entirely sure why, but Canada and specifically Canadian Literature seemed very important to me, as well as C.S. Lewis. I was writing an essay for Media, Film and Literature: Texts and Contexts, which brought University into the dream. I was trying to find credible sources to reference within my essay, but I couldn’t find anything.

I quickly discovered that anything I said, everybody agreed with and it would happen. My family and I were headed to a family dinner, with both my mothers and my fathers sides of the family attending. Everything was being cooked to take with us, garlic, onions, potatoes, pumpkin, roast chicken, lasagne, all the standard food we take.

I can also remember sitting in front of the fire place, and there was an intense heat radiating from it. Everything in this dream seemed to be more realistic, and when I woke up it felt like the dream had been going for hours and that everything had happened slowly rather than all at once. I can also remember being skeptical that the tea would do anything within my dream, and I considered the dream to be reality, I didn’t question anything that happened, until I woke up and realised how ridiculous it all was.

Now I’m left asking myself why we were going to dinner, Why was everybody listening to what I said?, Why did everything I want to happen happen? Why that particular unit of study which I’ll be beginning in exactly a weeks time?

Buon Compleanno Grazia

Today was my bisnonna’s 89th birthday, and she seemed as lively as ever. It was great to see her wide awake, and she remembered everyone which was something none of us had expected given the past few weeks. It was good to have most of my mothers side of the family together as well. 

The birthday celebrations have also prompted my sister and myself to look into taking Italian classes so we can start having proper conversations with our bisnonna without translation from others, plus we’d always be able to speak it at home and to the rest of the family.

One of the things I admire about my bisnonna is her determination to do everything on her own, she broke her hip in December and we were told by the Doctor that it was likely that she wouldn’t be around for much longer after that, or that she would need to use a walker or something like that. But tonight she was walking around unaided, on her own!

I hope we get to celebrate her 90th birthday next year, and many more birthdays for years to come. She always looked out for us when we were younger, I can remember spending countless days of my school holidays through primary school at her house. We’d walk down to the shops and come back with cakes and all the ingredients to make just about any Italian food you can think of. I can remember making sausages, salami, pasta and even biscuits with her.

I miss those days, and I know that they’re gone now, but I’ll always remember them and they’ll always have a special place in my heart.

Also, for anybody who isn’t aware, bisnonna is Italian for “great grandmother”

tyleroakley:

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I actually approve of this.

People say, “I’m going to sleep now,” as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. “For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.” If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen. “They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be okay? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.” So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, “The creature is regenerating itself.

— sylvia plath (via makingfriendswithsalad)

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So I’ve been going to the gym now for like three weeks and I have no results to show for it. I know things like abs take time but I look exactly the same as I did three weeks ago. Maybe I’m not doing it right, maybe I’m doing everything wrong.

Maybe I should just get super lean and work from there so I have abs really soon.

Today I skipped the fourth lecture so I could go home and eat Doritos and chocolate while I sit on Tumblr in my underwear while listening to cliche love songs. Happy Valentines Day.

In other news I’ve started playing World of Warcraft again, it’s so wrong but it feels so right.

Today I went for a “Bootcamp” for University, I still have another four days of it.

It’s really dry and boring, it runs from 9:30 - 1:30 with  a half hour break.

I only want to go again on Wednesday and Friday because they cover essay writing and exam preparation, and even then I just want to go so I can feel like I’m going to become one of the 25% of young people with a Bachelors degree.

makingfriendswithsalad:

this is kristian pascal 

he’s my friends brother and he went missing today at 2pm, apparently he has run away. If anyone in melbourne (most likely northern suburbs) sees him anyway contact my friend Jordan on this event page http://www.facebook.com/events/231091993647069/

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