: (i) had to cross the causeway for a science project. topic was on 'birds and feathers' but all we ever did was stand in the middle of a park and argued if the pack of cigarettes on me were local or imported. and i was supposed to discard them when we went back. i hid them in a cosmetic bag and before customs could open it, i woke up.

(ii) there was this rainbow fish i saw in a drain. it had a red head and and a black body and black legs and there it went walking, walking with not a care in the world.

(iii) SAA came to visit some nights ago. he told me to change my shirt. wear something more colourful and cheery he said. and i did.:

so july came and went.
and august will be making its exit before i know it.
it hasn't been too bad at all. again, life hangs you upside down.
and releases you just as you were getting comfortable. you could soar.
or you could just sink.

and whilst all is up in the air and never fixed, i could never be more certain.

today's playlist consists of bands with gang vocals. good gang vocals.

some people just don't realize how important a bed is. it's very important.
it can be the worst bed in the world with the worst mattress / duvet / pillows...but a bed is a bed. and if you have your own bed, appreciate it. 

in manchester, june 18 2011, i dreamt that i was swimming or wanted to swim badly in a chocolate lake. like the one in wonka's factory. and i think this had to do with a conversation i had with j bunten about him being akin to violet beuragarde. in a sense that he kept his gum for quite some time.

and over in high wycombe, prior to manchester, i dreamt about being followed by a monster. he was eyeing me outside my classroom and he stalked me when i was at the corridor of a building and he got his relatives to stalk me in a hospital lobby. very vivid that one.

and as of late, the dreams are just mere individual puzzle pieces and i'm supposed to guess what the picture really is. and to be honest, i don't really care.

recent turn of events are quite unimaginable.
and i'm still trying to figure out the whys and whats of them all.
and maybe i shouldn't. but it's difficult when the old self pays an impromptu visit.

listen to jeff hanson.

0703hrs uk time

dear england,
you have been nothing but absolutely amazing, annoying, beautiful, fantastic, miserable and super! i will come back for you and you better believe it!
all my love, gry. xox.

this trip has been powered by yazoo, m&s salads and pastas, phonebooths, your neighbour the liar, human hands, kids return and really bad wifi.

for the last couple of weeks or so, i've been sleeping rather well.
surprise, surprise huh?
some of the dreams are just random images and some i just fail to remember.

: the other other day i was in a huge hypermarket with a different social circle and i did not feel like hanging out in their diy home made of cardboard, so i started running like as if i was in a marathon. i went around almost every aisle and everything looked yellow and orange. and sometimes the lights were green. it felt good despite not having any running shoes on.

the other day i was sent to collect a gift from SAA and it came in a hermes paper bag. it looked like a very old fountain pen and i wanted to test the ink but had no paper so i wrote on the wall instead. it functioned like a brand new pen. untouched. ready to conquer all. :

much can be said/deciphered but i am not going to bother.

A recently shared his very vivid dream which seemed really really warped.
not too sure where to start with that one but thanks so much for sharing!

in other news, planet gry has been spotted donning new garb but that's all there is to it, really.
just garb.

once in a while, sf has some VERY rad dreams. this is from april 26th.

:  "I had a dream last night that a giant Frank Sidebottom Puppet was besiegeing Manchester. He/it was demanding that everyone stop talking loudly on their mobile phones, or he would kill exactly 2,000 people. For some reason I hid in the Retro Bar.  People weren't paying attention to him! I was shouting at them, but they paid no attention. So I went and hid. He climbed out of a well. For some reason he was hidden in there disguised as an envelope, and just unfolded loads of times untill he was about 60 ft tall! To clarify, I was not recoiling with the band Terror. I'd prefer certain death at the hand of a giant puppet to associating with them." :

i especially loved the threat and the specific number of people he would kill.
and being disguised as an envelope.
some ideas there for future fancy dress parties. 

my dreams as of late have been lame. 
if it's not about work, it's about boring people whose existence serves no purpose or meaning or whatsoever.


been blessed with the best food and company ever. 
labour day weekend calls for proper rotting indoors. please rain. heavily. 

: new lodging arrangements. witnessed someone moving out because he simply could not get the idea that his roommate couldn''t be bothered with him. sat with an acquaintance who explained that friendship was determined by the two tectonic plates in our bodies. (wtf, right?) then went to look for furniture but ended up at a high school where the students camped overnight and were busy devising plans on how to sneak out to the nearest 7-11. :

shouldn't have read lovecraft and listened to slint before bed.

so.

: (i) at a house with a family of 20 children. everyone wore flannel for some reason. perhaps it was cold. headed to the city for a festival. impromptu dance off between me and some dude. not sure who won but we danced all over the city..in the courtyard, on sidewalks, at the curbs of fountains.
(ii) then went to this girl's house and she was a pot dealer. this tall african american guy came over and wanted to score some but said it was also dangerous for her to be doing such stuff. she threatened to call her boyfriend 'luudes' on him and he left in a jiffy.
(iii) witnessed a friend telling off her boyfriend and went away making new friends.
(iv) back in the city and saw a dance off between 'epic' dancers and a trio that dressed/moved like michael jackson circa 1984. they jumped off moving vehicles and danced on the streets and rolled on the grass.
(v) back at the weed house and this time it had turned into a video game arcade. but you could still score stuff.
(vi) at family's house for a kinect dance central party. that was mega fun.
(vii) woke up in a hospital. can't remember the rest. :

sleeping next to your phone and recording your dreams on it isn't really a good idea if you can barely see what you're typing and in this case, i should've had auto correct switched on. well, at least i got most of 'em right. but goodness knows what this means :  "wotj jis wufe plybgame the phobe."

yep. go figure.

who on earth listens to cap n' jazz on a saturday morning in 2011? urgh. me.