Dream 2..and other things

It's been a while since the last entry, huh?
Well, partly it's because I haven't had any dreams that are weird enough to be written about.

But it's mostly due to me forgetting my password.. (ﾉ_-｡)

Okay, I lied.
There were a few, but some of them were just too vulgar and the others I just plain forgot the next day.
This particular one I still remembered even after three days. Yaaaayy!!! (＝⌒▽⌒＝)

So what was this dream about? It's kind of impossible if I think about it. There's so many things that didn't make sense and stuff that has changed too much.

Starting from my last year of junior high up to the beginning of my final year in high school, I lived on the top floor of a hospital.

No, nothing was wrong with me. I wasn't sick or anything.

My grandparents opened a hospital right in the back of their house so that my grandfather (who is still an active doctor to this day) don't have to make as many trips to other hospitals to treat his patients. Unfortunately there was something wrong with the construction planning, and the three-floor hospital became a four-floored (not counting the basement for the morgue). So with that, they had a whole unused floor.

Since my grandparents had so many things, at first they used it as a storage. But then again, there's no one to look after it. That's also around the time my family came back from America. Since the rooms we used were being changed as well, we moved to the top floor of the hospital.

This dream in particular isn't as weird as it is well...how can I say this? Fangirl-fantasy.

However creepy that sounded, that's what I feel describes it best.

Long story short, there was a band I admired and they made a PV in that hospital floor in my dream. Why nobody complained about the loud sound or the fact that my grandparents gave permission for a group of people they've never heard of to use their hospital other than for documentation or getting treatments was well beyond me. But hey, that's dream logic for you: it doesn't have to make sense.

They even used my room in one of their scenes. The layout looks completely different than how it now looks in real life, though. In that room, I never had curtains, but it's pitch-black in the dream. Besides, it overall looks too neat and too girly with decorations I never thought of placing. Why is a macho band filming in there? Don't ask me.

Later on, I got to meet the personnels in person! Aaah, what more can a sane fangirl ask for.. ≧(´▽｀)≦

Too bad it's only a dream, though.

But now that I think about it, maybe it was good it's just a dream. If I ever meet that band in person, I'd start acting all dorky and make a complete fool of myself. I'm not the type to chase the members for an autograph or photo if it's not at a meet and greet session, either. Dunno, it kinda feels...impolite of me to do that.

Aa..end rant. Bubbye~

Dream 1

The first of my weird dreams entry.

Last night, it seems like some nonsense afterthought seeped its way into the dream I had. A few minutes before I slept, my mind replayed a certain misheard lyrics video I downloaded from youtube. And in addition to the oddity, I start singing along with the purposely wrong lyrics with no particular reason whatsoever. If you think I have mental problems, you're not alone.

At the end, the song mentioned something about a Dark Lord forging a magic ring. In the humor video, the ring was a plastic one with a ladybug as the centerpiece. In my dream, it just became more ridiculous.

It started off with a friend and I walking around a restaurant which had a logo of a bowl of chili peppers. We were looking for discount voucher for another restaurant that had a similar logo, but the chili peppers were in a bunch of three without a bowl. Said friend told me that if we can get a discount for the 3-chili resto if we search at the bowl-of-chili resto. And search we did.

We didn't find the discount vouchers, and I got separated from my friend. Somehow I ended up in a village, and stupidly I still asked for the vouchers. The residents didn't understand me, but asked me to sit down for lunch anyway. When I did, one of them told me to be careful if I walk around their village. The reason was that the place was plagued by monsters. I keep picturing little gremlins and demented goblins for some reason.

Then someone pointed out a half-eaten Ring Pop that suddenly appeared on my finger. They started saying that it was a special ring and asked to see its wrapper (I know, wtf). It turned out there was a zodiac sign on it, the villagers say it corresponds to the magic power of the ring. Hey, they made Captain Planet from combining magic rings, I wonder what'll pop out if magic Ring Pops are used.

As sure as the food was about to be served, someone busted in the door screaming away in panic. I was wondering what happened. Everyone around started running away, and I followed suit. Sure enough, I saw what made them run--a humongous alligator. Well, not really. The body was crocodillian, but the head was...rather unusual. The snout was shorter than an alligator's but just as wide. The eyes were larger in proportion to its head, about 2-3 times the usual proportion. You could say it's an alligator with a shorter snout and anime eyes, as absurd as it sounds.

But when I said humongous, I meant the length of three adult African bull elephants and twice as high as one. Even in a dream, I have enough common sense to run away from that.

Run, and run I did. I took shelter in a large house with moving boxes still piled up inside of it. I hid there for a while, somewhere in the back room. While I was there, I heard a loud crash from the front of the house. I made my way until I got to a storage area, which looks like a warehouse. There was a window reachable by climbing a stack of wooden crates. When I looked out, I saw that the anime-faced alligator was clawing its way into the front of the house.

I decided to try out whatever magic-thingy the ring had. It sparked a bit, but then it just went dud. Then a girl, probably a housekeeper there, appeared and told me I'm doing it wrong. She told me that the zodiac wasn't in equinox, so it won't work (whatever that meant...and how'd she know that???) She handed me another packet of Ring Pop to use. I didn't ask why she wasn't the one using it if she had it all along. It was weird. No blinding flash of light, no ominous rumbling, the wrapper and candy still looked the same even after supposedly activating it.

Okay, time to confront the anime-gator! Da-da-da-daaaaaa!!

When I got to the front of the house, it was still there, lounging around. The face it made sort of looks like a puppy wanting to play. We did play, it's called "Throw-boxes-at-the-gator-while-he-stands-there-and-makes-goofy-faces-until-he-goes-away". Soon enough, after getting hit several times he left the house. I guess that was the ring's power: turning a scary situation into a kiddy game.

And just before anyone could give a sigh of relief, turns out that was just a baby. His mama came over not long after. NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Dream end.

First Entry

Alright, an intro.
This blog will be purely in English. I've just joined the army of perhaps a million people who have poor Japanese language skills but decides to make an account here for the sake of the stuff exclusive to ameba.
I do not speak Japanese, it is not my native language, and I can only read some basic kanji other than hiragana and katakana, plus my vocabulary book is pretty thin. I won't even try to pretend to know it, since in the end it'd make me look like a know-it-all.

Hopefully this blog will not suffer the same fate as some of my other blogs that end up abandoned, with passwords and usernames forgotten. As of now, I only have one other active blog, and even that one is updated occasionally.

My other blog is where I go and complain about stuff that happens around me. Maybe in this one I will do the same. People tell me that my language is pretty straightforward, and when I complain, expect some explicit language and mindless warbling that happens to be what has been piled up in my head. I plan to jot down other things here, maybe a few weird dreams here and there.

So in a nutshell, it's another personal blog. I'll try not to be all fangirly and rant on and on passionately about something. Nor will I try to act all cutesy. Let's face it, it's not me. I'm not saying I'm a dignified, mature person. I do have my moments as a total dork, a klutz and a complete weirdo. I'm saying don't expect me to portray myself as a happy-go-lucky bunny rabbit. But don't worry, I've been told that I'm a nice person, most of the time.

Oh, the koala thing? Yes, they're cute. But I like them more for their long 19-hour sleeping habits. Plus I heard they're actually pretty vicious and can be pretty nasty when threatened.

See ya 'round.