i have this sort of battle with myself. Sometimes I want to be little again and some other times I dont. I had a horrible child hood but there are some things that i miss about it. If I was younger again I would listen to the people that tried telling me right from wrong. I would spend more time with people that I knew. I would start eating broccoli since it took me so long to realize that I absolutely love that food. Same with meatloaf. I would definitely without a doubt take all those naps that I missed out on. perspective? when I was little I knew a lot about stuff. I do today too. But back then I didnt know how much pain I would have to go through. And when I was little I didnt know how to deal with pain. I had this idea that every life was the same. I didnt know that I had it worse or better from someone else. I do now though. & I know how to deal with my pain now. Sort of. I'd say that I would just be young again bso I could grow up again knowing what choices to make and not make. Stay away from the things I wish I wouldnt have done and gotten myself into. I dont know what else I'd consider for being young again, but it honestly doesnt seem that appealing to be young again..
Friday, January 31, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
Boys & girls, its nighty night time..
"Boys and girls, it's nighty night time. Happy J the Clown has a nursery rhyme. It's about, The Boogie Woogie Man. Keep your light on as long as you can, cuz when it cuts off, so does your head."
My sister used to sing this song ALL the time, right before I went to bed, too! So it always scared me. But I never actually had bad dreams about.
Anyways, yes. I have really strange dreams. Like, wacko dreams. I don't really tell them to anyone. I remember them, too. I dream in color and in first person. & nooo.. I'm not going to talk about most of the things I dream about. They are just way too strange. I learned though that when people dream, they never dream of imaginary people. It's always a face you've seen. Maybe even one you only saw for a split second in the aisle at wal mart. Or your drive thru window person at Taco Bell. And of course, people you know very well. The craziest dream I remember though is this. I was about 5 or 6 maybe. It's the only dream I remember from my childhood because it had a great impact on me. It is by far the craziest, weirdest, most odd and strange dream I have ever had. It went like this. It's also so strange because I remember every detail.
Their was a big room, and it was full of a lot of people. People everywhere. Most of the people were either normal people like you and me, or strange looking people wearing robes and pointy hats like the KKK. But they weren't those actual people. In this big room was a window. A window about as big as one in a classroom, and this window didn't have glass on it. The only actual item in this room was a red couch. The couch had 2 cushions on it. Under each cushion was a big red button. If you sat on this couch and the button was pressed, you became a star in the sky. So, you didn't really want to sit on this couch. There was only one way to reverse becoming a star. If a person looked out the window, down on the ground about 2 stories, a man stood by a big lever that would bring back the last person to sit on the button. My grandpa and I were in this room. We were together, but next thing I knew, he was gone. I looked across the room for him until my eyes spotted him. There he was, sitting on this small red couch with 2 cushions, pressing a button underneath. I ran to the couch and screamed, crying. I asked my grandpa why he sat on the couch, but before he could answer, he was fading away. Into the sky to become a star went my grandpa. I ran quickly to the window and screamed out at the night sky, to this big, bright, new star that appeared. The star was my grandpa. I knew that the only thing I could do is cry out to the man at the lever and beg him to reverse what has been done, to bring my grandpa back. I was screaming out to him, "Please!" over and over again. The man agreed, pulling on the lever aggressively. The lever was stuck and wouldn't budge for this man. I was yelling to pull harder and free my grandpa. Then, as if every bone in my dreamed body had snapped in half, the lever broke. I screamed no continuously. I lost myself in tears and yelling. I looked at the sky and cried at my grandpas star. Then, like all dreams end. I woke up.
Anyways, yes. I have really strange dreams. Like, wacko dreams. I don't really tell them to anyone. I remember them, too. I dream in color and in first person. & nooo.. I'm not going to talk about most of the things I dream about. They are just way too strange. I learned though that when people dream, they never dream of imaginary people. It's always a face you've seen. Maybe even one you only saw for a split second in the aisle at wal mart. Or your drive thru window person at Taco Bell. And of course, people you know very well. The craziest dream I remember though is this. I was about 5 or 6 maybe. It's the only dream I remember from my childhood because it had a great impact on me. It is by far the craziest, weirdest, most odd and strange dream I have ever had. It went like this. It's also so strange because I remember every detail.
Their was a big room, and it was full of a lot of people. People everywhere. Most of the people were either normal people like you and me, or strange looking people wearing robes and pointy hats like the KKK. But they weren't those actual people. In this big room was a window. A window about as big as one in a classroom, and this window didn't have glass on it. The only actual item in this room was a red couch. The couch had 2 cushions on it. Under each cushion was a big red button. If you sat on this couch and the button was pressed, you became a star in the sky. So, you didn't really want to sit on this couch. There was only one way to reverse becoming a star. If a person looked out the window, down on the ground about 2 stories, a man stood by a big lever that would bring back the last person to sit on the button. My grandpa and I were in this room. We were together, but next thing I knew, he was gone. I looked across the room for him until my eyes spotted him. There he was, sitting on this small red couch with 2 cushions, pressing a button underneath. I ran to the couch and screamed, crying. I asked my grandpa why he sat on the couch, but before he could answer, he was fading away. Into the sky to become a star went my grandpa. I ran quickly to the window and screamed out at the night sky, to this big, bright, new star that appeared. The star was my grandpa. I knew that the only thing I could do is cry out to the man at the lever and beg him to reverse what has been done, to bring my grandpa back. I was screaming out to him, "Please!" over and over again. The man agreed, pulling on the lever aggressively. The lever was stuck and wouldn't budge for this man. I was yelling to pull harder and free my grandpa. Then, as if every bone in my dreamed body had snapped in half, the lever broke. I screamed no continuously. I lost myself in tears and yelling. I looked at the sky and cried at my grandpas star. Then, like all dreams end. I woke up.
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