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.

last night :
: layer 1
frame one :
stood at the back of a classroom styled like the primary ones in catholic high.
frame two :
(i) coming home from school in England.
(ii) discovered a new shortcut home but in order to take this route, a branch from an old tree had to break and block the main road.
(iii) walked up the hill to an intersection which was in Hong Kong.
(iv) at the interchange (bus station and train station) in Hong Kong but the route I was going on would take me to Duncraig, Perth, Western Australia.
frame three :
in Egypt with mother and saw a belly dancer on the street and then we went looking at Lebanese restaurants.

layer 2
layer 1 frame two :
(iv) with a supposed colleague and we worked at some boutique in the train station and she found the new location of a comic shop. we were also on our way to a fancy dress party.

layer 3
- in a field with four others and we were running away from i don't know who. we had to quickly put on dresses and blend ourselves in a 1950's rock and roll party. mine was a green dress with complicated looking buttons. whilst getting dressed in this field, i came across a stack of cold hard cash and managed to grab it and hide this money in my dress.

layer 4
- return to layer 2.
- did not enter the comic shop but instead took the train and went to a hospital somewhere in the US to give the money i got from layer 3 to a dying football athlete. he was unconscious and i placed the money under his pillow.

layer 5
- return to layer 1 in the classroom to mark the test papers. :

yep. all these happened within the span of six hours.
it helps to be easily accessed to pen and paper once you wake up.

last last night :
: part i - with SAA in a shopping mall and i needed to get new clothes but didn't fancy anything. he was in another shop and decided to buy a pair of new flip flops for my siblings. they looked quite nice. (the flip flops)
part ii - with four others and we were running from building to building and climbing in and out of windows cos we were chased by zombies. not that fun and very tiring. and as lame as a re-enactment of an episode of the walking dead. :

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keeping quiet.