I kinda love to dream cuz I can achieved anything that I cannot achieve in real world, neither I don't have the ability to achieve it or it's impossible(like moving into a game world).
I never remember my dreams...although once my sister had a dream about pirates or something...but Orlando bloom wasnt in it Is that possible for a girl?
Any of you heard of "false awakenings"? I have them quite often. What happens with me is, I'd wake up in the morning, then fall asleep, but I'd dream that I get out of bed, shower etc. etc., and then wake up and find I haven't actually got out of bed. Weird.
my dreams are weirds, sometimes, when i am in a place i think i alredy was there in my dreams, everything exactly the same, same things happens, it may just be my imagination, but oh well ^_^
one time i had a dream that i was a huge cup of java trying to drink myself... dreams are scary. i like sleeping soundly...
I do not rmember a lot of my dreams. I have had the occasional flying and falling dreams. Mostly, I do not remember my dreams at all :lol:
I only remember one dream although I have no idea when it happened. It was dark and really foggy. there were no objects except for me. I was Snake Solid btw :lol: . Anyways, I was jsut walking through the fog killing people then I grabbed a guy held him in front of me as a hostage barrier thing and put the gun up to his head. That's really all I remember and I have no idea how long ago this dream occured.
I awoke suddenly from my dreams of space travel and uncharted islands inside of a humid dark room, a fan blowing directly on face. I stood and navigated my way to the restroom through the darkness, an easy task thanks to repetition. My calves were still sore from the body modification I got the day before, but it's all good, I have no regrets of my tattoos or actions. I opened the door, turned on the light and stared at my bathroom mirror. The two sleeves of tattoos that have been covering my arms for nearly a year still felt strangely "off" of me... I stared at the intricate detail and precision of the art work, mostly bio mechanical with a few kanji symbols thrown in for good measure and just touched them. Stroked them, traced the designs with my finger tips. My tattooed skin always feels more sensitive, more relaxing than the skin I was born with, perhaps this is what fuels my "addiction"?... Though yesterday (through the last two and half hours of cutting my flesh off) my favorite artist assured me that if I take proper care of my scarification the wound would heal up nice, and my scar tissue will be premium grade... I still worried it wouldn't be as I originally imagined it... Bah! Forget those thoughts. It was definitely worth it, regardless of the outcomes. Perhaps I'll do my ribs next. Right, the reason I came in here... what was it?... There has to be a reason why I awoke at... well, around 4 in the morning and it sure isn't to use the bathroom. Was it just so I could look at my body? The same body that may be disgusting and polluted in the traditional sense with something that has made me love it more? I love the tattoos, the art, the experiences. I find them to all be very pleasing, sure I get the occasional old person staring me down, as if I robbed him or took away his hope for future generations.... But that's a sick kind of look that I've grown to love.... that glare. "Definitely getting my ribs done next..." With that last thought I turned off the light, walked to my bed, aimed the fan off my face and laid down. After several minutes of forcing myself not to touch my calves I fell asleep and then.... I awoke... Those experiences were of a dream I was lucky enough not to forget. In real life, I have no tattoo's, I have no peircings, no body modifications at all. Nothing, a blank canvas if you will. But I plan on getting some, maybe not the peircings, but tattoos for sure. I'm not sure how far i'll go with it, but time will tell. Well take it easy, have fun and as always... Don't Panic. I'll be sure to think before I ink.... EDIT: /this is from my blog... on myspace.....
