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Saturday, 30 May 2009

  • Abnormal?


    Quickie today:

    I find it easier to question a subconscious when I can view my train of thought. I never really used to dream, to be honest, how could I? I barely sleep, and when I do I would deep sleep. Now I dream, and not only do I dream, but I can remember every detail of it. I connect the dream sequences together without a problem, and in the dream my mind had conjured up last night, I managed to do so with doorways and bridges.

    Would it be completely unprofessional to copy and paste a conversation to my blog to give an example to support what I mean?
    Perhaps, I may or may not. Either way, my friends, who kindly listen to my strange and bizzare dreams (intently, I might add, I love them for it) seem to find it odd that I can remember so much from it. It has got me questioning if I'm simply filling in the blanks on my own or, if I'm suffering something worse then half sleep?
    Perhaps I'm closer to the surface then most, which would make sense due to the fact I wake up remarkably easier than most. However, what I'm questioning here is if it really is actually strange to remember every detail of your dream.

    As I have explained in my last post, I remember my dreams via sight and not sound. So if there was dialogue in my dream, I very seldom remember it. I now find that I link my dreams via physical means (such as the bridge and door).

    I've decided that I might as well share this particular dream with you, the one from last night. I won't decipher it as some of it (especially the last part) is very personal, and I understand it already. However, if you would like to, I wouldn't mind anyone else giving their own perspective/opinion on it.

    Blue = CG's Friend
    Purple = CG
    Black = Additional notes/Input

    CG's Friend says:
    Do you want to tell me about your dream?
    { CG } says:
    Somewhat
    { CG } says:
    Well, my house had a library. A really good library, all these old, rare books in them. So a friend (dont remember who she was) and me snuck into the library at night. We walked to the end wall and started making our way around, and we only had an old candlelight to lead the way. It was all dark and eerie, and as we were looking one of the books started talking (turns out this book was the
    { CG } says:
    "head book" or "leader book") and we're like "Ahh, a talking book. of course" and continued looking around, and suddenly we were right at the back wall  again. Suddenly this book got really viscious and started trying to bite us, and he sent an army of books up to the back wall, and we were getting bitten and attacked by these rare, precious books, so we had to rip them up for survival, though it didnt do much, cause they were consistant buggers, so we tried to escape, but we didn't
    { CG } says:
    know where the door was anymore! So we were tearing all these books off the back shelves trying to climb up, even though there was no where but the ceiling to climb up to, all the while destroying these books. Then this voice whispered in my ear, cant remember what she said, but the feeling felt warm, safe even and that's when I ripped a bit of one of the individual shelves off. Then I started ripping the whole lot off, and my mate and me jumped out
    { CG } says:
    and ran to the opposite side, which was like a bridge from the third block to the changing rooms. Except going up up to the sportshall was a straight and again, eerie looking staircase like, (though in reality, the staircase would be to your right, and this bridge is non existant) right infront of you, and we ran up that into this attic. Where my bed was.
    { CG } says:
    Then I was woken up by my sis because it was my math exam, and even though I'd remembered grabbing a bag, when we had reached Fo Tan station I had no bag, and no equipment and then at the realization of this, I fell down on this weird (and may I note, yet again, non existant)...bridge from Fo Tan station to the school (even though technically we were previously at the school) and I started to have a seizure, and for some reason cameron was the only
    CG's Friend says:
    Cameron?
    { CG } says:
    one to notice, as my sister and her friend walked on, and then I woke up (in my dream) and went down to the library we had destroyed the night before, it was still torn up and all that, but it was also now in my parents room, and much smaller, and for some reason my dads friend was in there (creepy) and I asked "Where is the original library?" and he replied "They had to demolish it" even though there was an exceedingly evident GIANT HOLE IN THE WALL where we had
    { CG } says:
    escaped from. So I browsed the old books again, literature such as the original King Richard books (Do these even exist?) and the original copy of the Arthurian Legends (Even though I know in reality, there is more then one original considering the different stories told), all the books in this library were originals and very old, and they looked so harmless, but some were torn up because of us having to fight them previously and I started crying, and walked out the door into the exam hall where Mr I (Ahole. Ahole. Ahole.) was barking at us for having to have an alternative math exam.
    { CG } says:
    Then I got pissed off, walked out through that door and ended up on shatin plazas roof garden (Beautiful as it is), and it was in England and I was there with this girl Abi who was going to the same place I was (My best friend Jamie's place) and she was giving me fashion advice (What in the heck?!), even though I looked AWFUL. Then Jess, Erika, You, Monochrome and CP showed up cause I had somehow landed back in HK (Does this remind anyone else of a time slip?), at the same place, except now there was a MCD's (I'll make it very clear that in reality I loathe that place) and we bought food and sat in this tent...it was really warped.
    { CG } says:
    However, I decided to exit the tent and by doing so I entered into the house of my best friend (The one who lives in England, another time slip?), the one whos mum is dying, and they were arguing, like, really scary arguing, they forgot I was going to come and help around the house. They were looking past me like I was a ghost, even though they were the ones who resembled spirits and they were just all over the house, yelling at eachother because she was accusing J of holding her chain necklace with the cross on it
    { CG } says:
    out the window, even though J didn't, but her mum had gone delusional due to the cancer, and so I exited thinking I could get out of there as easily I had came and I went into the garage, which was oddly enough not attached to their house, and my suitcase was in there and I was searching for the phone with the Roamer in it, but my dad had given me three freaking phones (Which would never happen because I actually have a block phone from the early 21st Century, I love them) so they were all ringing and I didnt know
    { CG } says:
    which had the Roamer Sim in it, so I picked up the iPhone but it wasn't that one. I picked up the flip phone, it wasnt that one either. I finally picked up my one, but before I could check, Ashleigh (one of my old mates) showed up cos she'd also come to help out, even though in reality she doesnt know the Ruers, and she said in a very non chalant manner "Long time no see" and then Mrs Ruers came into this oversized tent/garage
    { CG } says:
    thing and was like "C...CG? (Okay, she actually said my real name) I'm so glad to see you again" but it was like she had no recollection of who I was like, she knew, but it was like she had memory loss, then my mum showed up knowing I was in trouble and I asked her which phone contained the Roamer, and she said the iPhone, which was weird because it didnt. Then Anthony (this jock guy from the year above) turned up and was like
    { CG } says:
    "Yeah, its the iPhone" and J wasn't talking to me, acting like I was invisible, and then I woke up.
    CG's Friend says:
    *blinks*
    CG's Friend says:
    How do you remember all that?
    { CG } says:
    I have no idea
    CG's Friend says:
    *shakes head*
    { CG } says:
    Bad shake or good shake?
    CG's Friend says:
    Amazed shake
    CG's Friend says:
    The begining of the dream was terrible
    CG's Friend says:
    The rest was just sorta weird.




    There you have it, my bizzare wonderland type dream from last night. Any thoughts provoked?
    Don't enquire as to why I have added censors (though I bet they haven't worked) but, how is it can some remember details and others only as a whole?

    Thoughts? Ideas?

    x

    Celtic Girl

     

Friday, 29 May 2009

  • Dreaming: Unhealthy?


    As a diagnosed insomniac, I understand how queer it must seem to keep mentioning the 'dreaming' aspect of my life. However, due to the fact that when I do sleep I suffer from 'half sleep' (hence the dreaming) I do have a need to record what my subconscious dwells upon in my very own CG Wonderland realm of sleep.

    What really makes me ponder though is the why and how of something so wonderfully fantastic as the swirling colors of our subconscious (illusions and imagery) could be considered unhealthy? Why? Well, half sleep. You get the hours of rest, but not the sleep needed. With our twenty first century schedules that restrict us to the little sleep we gain, it is no wonder that there has been a substantial increase for the amount of people who are diagnosed with insomnia. Shouldn't it be deemed ridiculous that the majority of students, adolescences on the brink of adulthood, have only 4-6 hours of sleep each day? Does no academic advisor question the remarkable amount of assignments given to our potential scholars of today, and then expect them to do an exceeding amount of extracurricular, plus if you put into the question teenagers who have jobs because they cannot afford (at the moment in 'said' question, i.e. high school) a higher education? Where is the time for sleep? Sleep contributes to health (and to clear skin, for those who suffer from inflammation, breakouts etc). We need to be in good health to work. It makes sense. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together.

    With this, it's clearly shown that at the growing stage of a young person’s life, we are not concerned with the health at a time we should be. Diet is one thing, but why is sleep left constantly left out? And if it isn't, how is it not many people seem to acknowledge the problem? They simply say or write “And have good sleep”. Possibly this is just the simple rant of a severely sleep deprived person, but where is the acknowledgement on this issue of grave importance?

    For an example of a typical day, I’ll give you mine:

    An average day for me would start by getting up at 6:20 AM and catching the bus by 7:00 AM. Reaching school by 7:55 AM and the first bell ringing by 8:15 AM. The school day finishes by 3:20 PM, and I would get home at around 4:20 PM. Then it’s the assignments given for completion, which aren't normally typical or practical. Most of which don't get completed until 12:00 AM if you start the instant you get home. However, if my day was the average day, who would start the instant they get home? Generally, students would retire to their beds for the hours they had lost the night before. The majority waking up at around 9:00 PM and then having to start work, and so the cycle continues.

    An acquaintance of mine has this incessant need for Red Bull. Caffeine is a teenager’s best friend, with slogans such as "IDK, my bff latte, whip cream and no milk?" or "IDK, my bff red bull?" appearing on more MSN names and/or icons as I’ve grown older (thus the work pile has grown taller). It could be that I’ve been ignorant to this particular subject before and have only become aware of it with time.

     Also, did I mention those facebook statuses? 3:00 AM - Still up.

    You think that one day this might contribute to evolution? Or will we have to rely on sleeping pills and caffeine until we grow old and die. Assuming we actually grow old, considering how we are continuing to function, heavily relying on substance.

    With people starting from a young age, it’s no wonder people are either suffering from half sleep or insomnia. As our bodies progress, we as 'hosts' (if you will) contribute to the cogs and wheels that work, including creating our own personal time zone. For example, during my study period (since I'm off on exam leave) I've had to kick the habit of sleeping at 5AM and waking up at 3PM the next day. It's unhealthy, but my stubborn attitude, and past moments have now caused me never to use sleeping pills as an alternative (unless it’s a last resort). I'm not one for medication, allowing a substance to control me is a fear of mine. I like to be in control, but, not quite in control (if you can comprehend that statement).

    So why do academics come above the students health? Achieving the best grades/standards is all well and good, but you might as well be alive to actually put those to use. From my own personal experience and those of sleep studies, the affects of no sleep are as follows.

    - Unawareness
    - Dream like state
    - Hallucinations (due to your sensory functions not working properly, both for hearing and sight, and on rare occasions touch)
    - Paranoia
    - Can't achieve a straight train of thought.

    By the fourth day you hallucinate (I would know this considering it’s the reason I had to purchase a new hairdryer) and by the tenth day, you're dead. So where do dreams come in? After that entire student ramble about rights for sleep (I am biased, I do realize) where do dreams come in? Well, dreams are an aspect of half sleep. We all know that dreaming is due to our subconscious, and perhaps you might also know that it’s due to the fact that your consciousness is aware of everything around you. When you dream, you're aware, and this is only for light sleepers (half sleep). People, who dream, will wake up still feeling that tiredness they fell asleep with, probably not to the same extent, but it is still there. Whereas deep sleepers (those who don't suffer from half sleep) will wake up feeling well rested, and will not suffer from exhaustion. Deep sleepers are not prone to dream, and if they do, it is often forgotten. Half sleepers will remember their dream either as a whole or in details. The worrying aspect of dreaming is the fact that you will only dream during the second half of your sleep, and you must note that if you are not sleeping properly by the second half, then your sleep is not helping energize your body as it should do.

    I have to admit my hypocrisy in writing this. I'll admit, I love dreaming. When I eventually do give in two downing two sleeping pills, I suffer from half sleep. I dream, and unlike most, I remember every detail of it. Not so much the dialogue, though to be honest, any dialogue (apart from the ones shared in anger) are remembered in mute. It's the imagery, the faces, the people I meet, the things I do, touch even. That is what I remember. However, I wake up feeling exhausted and probably worse then when I fell asleep. Perhaps it can be all brought down to the shock of sleeping, due to the fact my natural bodily function doesn't allow me to do so without the assistance of prescribed drugs, but all I can say is that psychologically, dreaming is fascinating. For health, it can be considered your nightmare (pun somewhat intended).

    As a person who takes great interest in psychology (particularly those taken place in the subconscious) it’s in my personal perspective that a world without dreaming would be significantly dull. I can picture that world, and I picture it in black and white. There has never been a so obvious door to our subconscious as the one that is shown in the realms of sleep. Though there are some who believe that dreaming is due to our spirit stepping out of our body, and bringing us places (though I wouldn't understand the batman dreams a friend of mine has, if that is so) I believe that our subconscious is speaking everything we have beneath the surface, loud and clear.

    What if dreaming doesn't just affect our physical health but our mental health too? Images or words that stick with us and affect us emotionally and/or mentally.
    And half sleepers also could suffer from sleep walking. That is for the restless, the ones who wake up feeling exhausted. Also the stories you hear of sleepwalkers doing themselves or others physical harm.

    Dreaming - is it all as it seems? Are we clinging onto our imaginary worlds? Or could it do us damage beyond what we can comprehend?

    What about you? Dreaming - is it healthy or unhealthy?

    x

    Celtic Girl

     

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

  • Allow Me To Be Blatantly Honest

     

    For this entry, I am going to take a rest from my regular style of writing, for I believe the only way I can continue with such an attempt as to be completely honest with myself, is if I write thoroughly and properly.

     

    Let me just say, I do not regret having met you. In a cheesy statement, I would say that if I was Kim, you would be my Ron. Pre-prom, of course. You are my closest guy friend, and I love you as such, but I think I need to let go.

     

    I’m not ready to face the crowd of immaturity; I’m not ready to handle the words of others. I have done so, and I will continue to do so, but they sway you, I see they do, and she comes above all others.

     

    Even your pixie.

     

    You’re going to continue to hurt me, and it won’t be long before I watch our friendship fall. The tears I’ve shed over the forthcoming funeral are those based off my own reminiscing, and searching for any possible future has become something of an urban myth.

     

    She is leaving, I know that. I understand you’ll need a shoulder, but I am sorry.

     

    That shoulder cannot be mine.

    All those times I’ve lost your shoulder. Where was it? Where was my support when I needed it? Which you know I so rarely do. No, you were too busy talking to her, laughing with her, even though you saw the pain I was in that day, or should I say those days. Specifically. You saw it, and you knew I felt utterly fucked over. You saw I was crying, you saw it all and yet you chose to  ignore me for the girl who’s been making your life a living hell.

     

    You’re through with her? Oh what complete bullshit.

     

    She gives you hell for knowing me, and it influences you. You act strange, and then go back to normal, and so the cycle continues.

     

    This girl may be leaving, but she will be leaving destruction behind.

    Why the dramatics? I don’t know.

     

    I do know one thing though.

     

    We’re from two different schools.

    In other terms, we can agree that it concludes down to two different worlds.

     

    The entirety of the situation is taking a toll on me. A selfish turn on events, I’m sure you’ll agree.

    I wish she hadn’t learned of my existence.

    I wish no one knew I was a part of your life.

    I wish I hadn’t first met you at that Night Fair.

     

    The strings attached are weakening my own will power to fight this, and a rivaling schools community. I don’t want a team, nor an opposing team. I don’t need this bullshit. I have enough bullshit of my own to deal with.

     

    I don’t want someone I’ve never met, or conversed with, judging me through no words of my own. Making up shit about me that I’ve never heard of until now. I don’t need her friends following her in that same aspect.

     

    And you know what; I certainly don’t need some bitch I’ve never met before, affecting my life.

     

    So I have to say it now, I’m cutting the strings. Whether it’s slowly, or quickly, I don’t deserve this.

    Even if I love you as one of my closest friends.

    Even if it is completely masochistic for me to write this, or consider going through with it.

     

    I just know I have to.

     

    This is it.

     

    I’m sorry and goodbye.

     

    P.S. Thanks for the promised phone call; it was sweet and non existent.

     

Tuesday, 24 February 2009

  • Unravelling the Lies of a Cheater

     

    Your nothing but a cheater. A stupid, lying, decietful & repulsive cheater.
    Everything is oh-so much clearer now.
    And you fool
    I have the upper hand.
    You gave me that upper hand.
    Because you think I wouldn't know a thing.
    You think I'm naive.

    Don't underestimate a girl.

    When the H.priestess restores some faith into lives, she can really work miracles.
    Such as loaning me common sense & braincells.

    When we were together.
    It was a girl called Emily.

    Lovely name.
    & I'm sure she's an amazing girl.

    But apologies.
    I don't work as a threeway.

    So fuck you.

    Then now, when you want me back.
    Begging me back.

    Yes, I am revelling in this, can't you tell?

    You decide to keep a small bit of information.
    Only a tad bit of info.
    Like, Oh, I don't know...

    That you have a girlfriend.
    Called Linda.

    The heart-breaking aspect of it is that
    She think's the world of you.
    And you simply refer to her as 
    "some creep"
    Who drew "crappy" (how can you say that without feeling guilt or remorse?!) pictures of you.

    Oh.
    You said she was just a tourist.
    A tourtist
    "you showed a good time"

    I bet I'd know what that'd mean.
    Except that...

    SHE HAS NEVER BEEN TO MALTA!

    Twat.
    Twat & your Mad Twatter Lies.

    The only part that did turn out to be true
    was that she is from the U.S.

    You called your own girlfriend a creep.

    It makes me wonder...
    What the hell you could've possibly
    Called me or said about me
    Behind my back.

    She liked you for your poems.
    She respected you.
    Do you deserve it?

    No comment.

    She met you on "uber" or whatever the hell it is.

    Yeah. I read her blogs on livejournal.

    Which brings me down to the grand unveiling 
    (of whats probably only scratching the surface)
    of your massive web of lies.

    Ryn has livejournal.
    She saw it.

    & she found the descriptions exceedingly similar.
    Between Linda's TMC & you...TMC.

    & when I saw that drawing Linda did of you
    I knew it was you.

    & her proclamation that you guys were now together.
    February 16th 2009.

    You utter gimp.

    Then I realised she was the same girl who's comment on your profile
    turned up on my facebook feed.
    The one that stated
    She had posted that exact picture on your myspace.

    So I looked at your myspace.

    Which brought me to the discovery of Emily.

    I feel like this is the moment where I should sprinkle gold glitter.
    But alas.
     
    Comments
    ( In no particular order)

    "Miss you baby"

    "I should make you a video"

    I know what that implies.
    The same day you "joked" you wanted to do the same for me.

    Anyway. Continuing.

    "Sex on the beach"

    "Ilysm boi <33"

    "Cute voice, lets have babies"

    Okay. Granted. That last one can be seen as something between mates.

    I didn't mind.
    We we'rent together anymore

    but then I looked at the dates.
    During the week before I went to Thailand.

    We were together then.

    So liar.

    You fucking liar.

    I'm glad I discovered the truth.

    All your lies.
    That's all you are.
    & That's all you'll ever be.

    A fucking universe full of lies.

    That's you.

    And you know what.
    I feel nothing for you.
    Neutral.

    Apart from a little bit of sympathy.

    The sympathy because I feel sorry.
    I feel sorry you have to envelope your own world in
    Lies & Drama
    Just to make your life seem like a life.

    Because you live in a pathetic existance.

    & thats why I feel sorry for you.

    You may live in this TMC universe
    Where you're the puppetmaster
    & we're all just faces.

    But you know what.

    I'm throwing off my strings.

    I'll be one of those rare girls.
    Who will walk out of your universe.

    Alive.

    x

    Celtic Girl


     

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