I’ve talked before about Displaced invading my dreams, well last night it kinda happened again, but it wasn’t as scary as last time. This week has seen me complete the fourth draft of the first part of Displaced. In having to sure up an ending/cliff-hanger for the first part (I’ve had to split the third draft in two, for all intents and purposes), it’s meant that I’ve had to write new material to go with the two parts. Continue reading
Sunday saw me spend most of the day editing the third draft of Displaced into the fourth and properly deciding where to split it. I spent most of the day in my creation in order to write a new ending for the first part. Continue reading
I have finally topped my killing Hitler dream. Last night, I dreamt that I was a middle-aged Jewish man running through the streets of some German city at night time, circa 1940, trying to get way from the Gestapo. I kid you not.
The dream was in the first person, I was this Jewish guy running for his life as he scrambled around half of this city dressed only in a white night shirt, brown dressing gown and backless brown slippers. I had dark brown hair, balding on top, and a bushy beard. How did I know that I was Jewish? It was just an overwhelming feeling that I got, along with the pounding heart when I finally woke up.
And I was running for my life. Running from local Gestapo enforcers.
Now, it’s been a while since I’ve read or watched anything related to World War II or the Holocaust. No media texts I have consumed for many months have been related to these subject areas.
So why the hell was I dreaming about being a middle aged Jewish guy, fleeing the Gestapo in the middle of the night? The crazy part was how the dream/nightmare ended.
Finally, after running along dozens upon dozens of cobbled streets, trampling through numerous gardens, and crashing through several houses, I ended up at an orphanage. I tried desperately to hide in the orphanage, but when the Gestapo showed up outside, the woman who ran the place went up to the glass doors that fronted the building and nodded to the secret police that I was there. I then fled the orphanage out a back door, through a huge garden, leaped over a fence and landed on some railway tracks.
Then I woke up.
Due to my atheistic and scientific leanings I am disinclined to believe that this was some kind of past life memory surfacing. But it was bloody weird regardless of what caused it.
Have not woken up with my heart pounding like that for quite some time. Not a pleasant experience. And now that I think about it, I think the book pictured above would only be able to deal with part of the dream, a very small part.
I’m going to be listening to this for a while whilst I work today. The music from this brilliant season 6 episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer decided to haunt my dreams last night. I can’t remember what the dreams were about, but the music was there.
And I haven’t even watched the episode or listened to its soundtrack in months.
I have to admit that I am very fond of this episode, as are many fans of the series. It’s just got that certain kind of wacky to it that just makes it one of the greatest bits of fiction to have ever graced our TV screens.
Following on from yesterday’s blog post asking intimate questions about X-23 and Wolverine, some helpful friends on Facebook have given me some recommendations for reading. However, some people were up in arms about the concept of me reading anything about x-23. Obviously not a well liked character in the Marvel Universe.
I have had a certain way of doing things since school. See, I can’t leave a job undone. So homework and reading was pretty much always done on time during school and college, and the same thing happened at university.
However, this is now perhaps becoming an issue as I continue through the world of work. I really can’t handle knowing my tasks for the day the day before I’m set to start work on them. My mind keeps returning to dwell on them. Even when I try to sleep. And I’ve mostly found myself dozing during the night, too wired to settle down and that’s with intaking hardly any caffeine during the day. I’ve tried not knowing the specifics of the tasks, but knowing that there will be work to do just kicks off the lack of sleep too.
Oh, and now my main client wants a run down of my day’s following tasks, the day before I’m due to tackle them, starting from today. How am I going to tackle this?
Exercise may be the answer, but until the weather gets better and the hours of daylight longer, I am unable to go out on my bike and terrorize the local motorists. Just Dance 2 is currently out of the question as it really needs more room than I have in my living room at the moment.
I sleep fine on the nights of my days off. I even have a winding down procedure, which does work and I use it every work night and nights off. It includes no caffeine after 6pm, no food after 8pm and being in bed by 11.30pm and reading a book until I feel tired,which doesn’t take very long and I drift off near instantly after putting the book down. Yet three hours later I’m awake and start going through this crappy dozing version of sleep.
I am fed-up with not sleeping properly. Suggestions welcome.