Saturday, December 29, 2007
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ugh
I've noticed I'm dreaming about a lot of the same crappy things that are going on in real life in a warped kind of way. No wonder I'm so unhappy in both lifes...
I think I'm going to start writing some fiction (which is extremely hard for me) just so I can experience a shread of happiness in one of these worlds...
To pick a subject....
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Dear Leigh Ann,
You should "fictionalize" some of your strange dreams. I find that usually whatever movie I just watched shows up in my dreams somehow. But I don't differentiate between a "real life" and a 'dream life". Since I got old, I have serious "bathroom issues" and have to get up to pee every hour, which ceases whatever dream I'm having. I seriously doubt if I go into deep REM sleep half the time, because as soon as I nod off, I'm up again, and off to the bathroom.
But enough of my problems. I loved looking at your Christmas photos. On the "photoblog" they are labeled "Birthday". Your birthday was Dec. 26th? Happy belated birthday. I like the photo of you and your dad, from which you got your new profile pic, which is equally neat.
Re: Your annoying people story. I always eat in the same restaurants for lunch. One day, while at my "Tuesday restaurant", one couple of patrons were incredibly loud. Well, only one. The other was listening and didn't utter a peep. I take an hour for lunch, and read the newspaper. Throughout the hour, as people come and go, this one person, a female, just kept on talking and yapping. She just didn't shut up. I actually got out of the place a bit early because it annoyed me so much, and I wanted so much to approach her companion and ask her if she enjoyed this one sided conversation.
I can talk a lot, but I usually stop for a while to let the other person talk a little!
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
i'm with mike.
nearly all of my dreams are third-person, like a movie, with panning views and changing camera shots. and i wake up thinking that some of them would make a darn good movie. but i usually forget whatever i dreamed about five minutes later, so a script was never made.
turn your dreams into a short story.
in wish you luck with finding happiness.
perhaps happiness is only a cup of hot tea?
maybe it's that simple..