Do you ever wonder where you dreams come from? Like if they're due to what you eat before bed or from your subconscious? Sometimes my dreams are so strange that I hope they are from neither and just a fluke in my sleep pattern. But dreams are really powerful and mine have actually brought me answers to questions and have made me more aware of what's going on in my life.
I had a strange one about a week ago where I was tracking down a killer. Too much of The Following watching, perhaps, but the dream was so vivid that I wanted to write it down because I thought it'd make for a great movie. Unfortunately, waking up you try to remember every single detail and it's easier said than done.
I also have dreamed recently that I was looking for a lost kid, that I kept finding quarters, and then, last night I had a dream someone was cheating on me. None of them really have rhyme or reason to them but I always try to find meaning from them even if they none of them are literally true.
What's the craziest dream you've had? I wonder if somehow in the future there will be something that can automatically record my dreams.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
50/50 Challenge: Book #5 - The Paris Wife
I made it to book five by reading 'The Paris Wife' by Paula McLain which came out a couple of years ago. It's a fictional tale of Ernest Hemingway and his first wife, Hadley and their romance and adventures in Paris. I really loved the description of their travels and of his writing, but dangit if Ernest Hemingway didn't piss me off.
It's quite depressing at times just with the brooding and the difference in ideals and the hard work it takes with a marriage, but as far as the book goes, I found it a good read. Because it was so descriptive and kept moving within the story (literally from city to city), it helped move the book along.
I had the new book by J.K. Rowling on my list next to read but the it's still on hold at the library plus I heard not so great things about it. Not too sad about missing out; the book looked humongous.
Three and a half months in and I still have made it to five books. I'm not sure how I am going to achieve 50.
Book #5: The Paris Wife by Paula McLain
It's quite depressing at times just with the brooding and the difference in ideals and the hard work it takes with a marriage, but as far as the book goes, I found it a good read. Because it was so descriptive and kept moving within the story (literally from city to city), it helped move the book along.
I had the new book by J.K. Rowling on my list next to read but the it's still on hold at the library plus I heard not so great things about it. Not too sad about missing out; the book looked humongous.
Three and a half months in and I still have made it to five books. I'm not sure how I am going to achieve 50.
Book #5: The Paris Wife by Paula McLain
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Flight Delay
I hate being late. It's one of my biggest pet peeves. If I'm running late I feel very anxious and flustered and mad! I'm supposed to head out tomorrow for a long weekend to see my family and the San Diego fog has settled in and delayed things. Being delayed means you have to rearrange your plans. I had to schedule a new ride to the airport. Alert my sister in Kansas of the delay. Plus, it just sucks!
It's like saying, hey, you know that really fun thing that you've been looking forward to for weeks? Yeah, you can't do that yet. You have to wait about three more hours. And it doesn't seem like a big deal, but it is! Until you put things in perspective and realize things could be so much worse. But for about 20 minutes when I first was alerted to this delay I pretty much lost it.
Once I finally calmed down I told my guy that I was sorry for being upset. He told me I was scary. I looked at him and said, that wasn't even my full scary.
But the thing is this: shit happens. And while it sucks to be delayed, I will still be seeing my family tomorrow just as the original plan was. It's just going to be a few hours later. I'm ready for this "spring break!"
Perspective. Without it everything would continue to be on high drama alert. And that's way too much energy.
It's like saying, hey, you know that really fun thing that you've been looking forward to for weeks? Yeah, you can't do that yet. You have to wait about three more hours. And it doesn't seem like a big deal, but it is! Until you put things in perspective and realize things could be so much worse. But for about 20 minutes when I first was alerted to this delay I pretty much lost it.
Once I finally calmed down I told my guy that I was sorry for being upset. He told me I was scary. I looked at him and said, that wasn't even my full scary.
But the thing is this: shit happens. And while it sucks to be delayed, I will still be seeing my family tomorrow just as the original plan was. It's just going to be a few hours later. I'm ready for this "spring break!"
Perspective. Without it everything would continue to be on high drama alert. And that's way too much energy.
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