:: Friday, April 11, 2003
that fine line between the dream world and the real world.. always cracks me up..
there I wuz, dead in the land 'o zonk.. some silly dream involving some kinda cartoon film festival in uni cloisters somewhere, a bunch of 3rd year students trying to brainwash the 1st year's for some kinda initiation ceremony / cult.. or some shit.. and, there I am.. 3rd year student.. sitting on the lawn.. watching some Bug's Bunny coyote film.. (involving a blender of all things).. whilst people are running around trying to set each other on fire.. and this niggling feeling bugs me - "gee.. I really should go take a whizz.. my bladder's loaded maaaan".. so.. I wake up.. duck down the toilet.. unload..
weird how my dream world actually connected to the real world, and passed the message on..
it's like one of those funny moments.. your in a dream you hear an siren go off, somebody screaming in ya ear, or some blaring bleepin' sound.. and then, suddenly you wake up in a heart-attack realising this noise is in the real world, but you're so dazed.. you don't know wot the fuck it is.. there ya go.. bashin' at the alarm clock.. shakin' it.. (nothing happens) you grab for the phone.. you pick it up.. gibber 1/2 a conversation for 10 minutes and then hang up.. (not realising you're talkin' to no-one) realise the alarm noise is still going off.. till you realise it's the whole house alarm going crazy.. (and it's fucken LOUD thing too..) funny how your dream world gives you the clues, yet takes so long for the wakin' brain to get the point..
and on another note: apparently, if you fall in your dreams and HIT the ground.. you die in real life..
I always found that funny, coz.. by that logic.. I should be dead a hundred times over.. I ALWAYS HIT THE GROUND..
:: Spoz 3:52 PM |