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Will "New Year's Day" become "Sick Day" instead?

Oh dear, Micke apparently caught the flu someone was spreading around like crazy on the train back from Ostrobothnia. (read: someone was coughing ALL the time on the train in our compartment) Now he's got a such a sore throat I've told him not to speak. It's painful to hear him say even so little as " it hurts ". Awful. And on top of that, he's got a fever. He became symptomatic yesterday noon. And this morning, I started to feel awful too. I got up at 08:30, had to cancel my only morning-appointment, wrote an email to people saying "we might have to skip the New Year get-together at our place" and went back to bed. And slept until 15:00. While I slept, I dreamt a somewhat crazy dream about: My Mom celebrating her 70th birthday. In Sweden, at one of my aunt's places. Me coloring my hair, because Mom said I had too. I did it while being very pregnant, which meant it was a chore. While doing this, Micke came along and also wanted his ha...

Last night...

...I dreamt three nightmares in a row. Or at least, three that I know I've dreamt. First one was something that ended with me being bitten in my right index finger by a rat. It really hurt, and when I woke I was SO sure we had a rat in out bed. Luckily we didn't. Second dream I don't remember all that well, but the third one was one where I just HAD to get an acute appointment with the dentist, because my teeth were.... iuh! They were both rotting and falling off at the same time. I woke at 1 am, 3 am, 4 am, 5 am, 6 am and finally: at 7 am when I woke I was finally READY to really sleep. Poor Micke. His night was as bad as mine.

When you are feverish, your dreams...

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... takes you to real stupid places. I've had influenza since Thursday evening, and since I always get so tired when I'm sick, I usually just sleep. Sleep, try to drink some water, don't eat any, and then sleep some more. Today's the first day I even feel clear-headed enough to use the computer for anything creative. Anyway, last night I dreamt that I was standing on the porch of my family's summer cottage. My Mom was there, and some other people too (don't remember who though). The whole dirt road before the house was mushy, kinda like how it gets in spring when the snow melts and all the water doesn't drain away quickly enough. So, I'm standing there, and suddenly I see that the mud is crawling with leaches. As in HUGE leaches. Big as my arm. Black and gray in coloring. And one is slithering its way towards my Mom's ankle, and is about to latch on. So, I run inside the house, and apparently manage to find the red axe* in the green bureau. I tak...

When I'm dreaming, my REM takes me places

I think my brain is trying to tell me something. Creative persons that don't find an outlet for their creativity while awake, apparently have to do it while asleep. Add to that the extra stress that comes from not being creative enough while awake, and you end up with.... ...nightmares. Lots and lots of them.  People are afraid of the most silly things sometimes. I mean, people with OCD do the most weird things at times, and some people are too afraid to go out their own door. Most people however, become afraid when "normal" things don't "behave" in a way that they think they should behave. This, in particular, is why people get scared by things that "look human, but aren't". Like androids . Me? I'm scared of the things in the dark ; not the dark itself, only the things in it I might not notice until it is "too late" (like stubbing your toes into the sofa). I hate the fact that zombies are too much a part of my nightmares (...

Movies, now in 3D!

Last Saturday, me and Micke went to see the new animated Pixar-movie " Up ". What we didn't know was that it was showing at Kinopalatsi in 3D. So, we got to try out the whole 'weird-space-googgles-on-top-of-our-regular-glasses' kind of thing. When you got used to the extra weight on your nose, it turned out to be pretty okay. Actually, it was kinda neat... *geeks out a little* So, the movie is all about this old man Carl who, at the death of his beloved wife Ellie, comes to the conclusion that LIFE somehow had gotten in the way of the DREAMS they had made up together so long ago. And now, at her death, these dreams are in danger of NEVER becoming reality. Long story short: he sets out to realize the "Big Adventure" his wife and him had created. Which was moving to the legendary "Paradise Falls" in Venezuela. I must say I was so touched by the movie, not just because of the "pixar-story" or the art, but because of the entire message he...