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Fri May 30, 01:25 AM
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I just wanted to drop in a little official note here: I finally broke down and registered a domain, www,joshuablackwood.com! So now I have to go fix any links back to here, but hey, small price considering you no longer have to type an obnoxious 25 characters to reach my site, none of which spell my name! I got a great deal on my domain through GoDaddy, because I did a Google search for promo codes and got .com registration for $6.95, one year.
Oh, and I also got www.joshuablackwood.info while I was at it. It only cost $0.99, so I figured what the heck? I’ll put up some small snippet there that directs back to my main site, for now. Anyway, that does it, I’m off for the night.
Goodnight, Web.
Thu May 29, 11:39 PM
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I went to see Indy 4 again today. I had to reality check twice during the movie, because it really just emanates that dream feeling. Then I had to wait 40 minutes for my parents to pick me up from the theater, because they got held up talking to my aunt. Such is life, aye? I tell you though, that was a hot 40 minutes. At least I’d thought to bring along my MP3 player, just in case something like that happened, so I spent those 40 minutes listening to Nightwish.
My dream recall is back up to more normal reaches, as well. See my dream journal for the evidence of that. Night before last was an awesome night for dreaming, too. I had some awesome and strange dreams.
And now, because I have little else to add, except that Hot Rod was a pretty funny movie (I rented it last night), I leave you with this slightly dark, surrealistic poem. Well, it might be two poems. They sort of flow together, though, and the second has no name, so I’m going to call it one poem. Now quit bickering and read:
My Ace Is Fallen
Wherein the shadows dance, my mind breaks apart,
View skewed by a lone slice of cognition, shattering at the heart.
My soul quivers, asking, “Why? Why does this exist as so?”
But my mind has no reply, having been littered across the flow.
It hurts, but it hurts so good, the feeling like unto a knife in the leg,
But a knife laced with happy thoughts, a knife of effervescent slag.
It boggles the waking surface of my broken mind, trying to comprehend,
The forms, the ways, the very structure of no man’s land to lend.
I feel my heart, shattered and dying, mending itself as it asks a simple question:
“Why are we here, if not to love?”
My mind reeks of bitter feelings reigning deep underneath,
Deep underneath a facade of realistic emotion, but the emotion has no teeth.
No bite, nothing is there; just a blank stare from the cage of a thousand cries,
Cries out for help in a darkened room, but there is no help, only flies,
Come to rid the body of its last juices in the day of reckoning nigh.
Come to see what can be found amidst a lost wrecking of endless sighs.
Mon May 26, 10:12 PM
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Don’t you just hate it when you sleep soundly, if a bit lightly, wake up decently well-rested . . . but can’t remember a single interesting dream? Sure, I can remember one. One measly dream. But it was another of those long, drawn-out, dull, boring adventure-type dreams where nothing really interesting happens, just a lot of boring details that I don’t even want to bother writing out, even though I know I need to.
There was a lunch, that David Archuleta kid from American Idol, some friends of the family, one friend from Dreamviews (here’s looking at you, O) and a hassle over stolen gasoline. There were odd sexual references that completely weirded me out, strange old women with sheet music stands (well, only one, actually), and a huge piano in the corner of a big revival-like tent. There was a decently long trip by car, which led to the stolen gasoline problem, but hey, at least we got it replaced at no cost by the gas station.
And there were quite good pretzels, like you get at fairs, with the rock salt on. Oh, and boring conversation surrounding me, some directed at me, and uncomfortable questions. Nothing exciting, though. Nothing that really stood out, and said, “Remember me! Remember me until you’re old and gray, because I was an awesome dream with epic adventure and incredibly vivid fighting, with dragons in!”
Do I ask too much? I don’t think so. All I want is to be entertained in my sleep. That is, after all, what dreams are for, right? Yes, it is. So now, instead of writing out the dream in my dream journal, where it goes, I’ve instead put it here, cleverly interwoven with a barely coherent rant on the nature of my dreams in general, and this one in particular, so that I didn’t have to write it there. Applaud me if you will, ridicule me if you like, but now I will go to bed, and hope to have more exciting dreams to entertain my mind as I rest my body and refresh my brain.
Goodnight, internet.
Sun May 25, 07:02 PM
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Alright, so I’ve been averaging one lucid dream a week for the last month, and participating in a workshop on a lucid dreaming forum to increase this number. Still, one a week is pretty good, for me at least. I also finally got my sleep schedule sorted out, mostly. Actually, I didn’t exactly do it. It just happened, like my mind’s internal alarm clock set itself and won’t be undone now. So now I wake up within ten minutes of 8:00 AM every morning, or 8:55 this morning, because I tried to stay asleep longer to try and induce another lucid dream. This causes me to pretty much have to go to bed at 10:00-11:00PM, or be utterly exhausted.
I love it. I have tried for years to master my sleep patterns, and then all of a sudden it just happens, all by itself. Like my subconscious just decided, enough, let’s do this thing! Yes, I truly do love it. Here’s hoping it continues.
So last night I went to do the task assigned in the workshop, which was to post a lucid dream induction method that I would try that night in my workbook before bed. I said I would try MILD (Mnemonic Induced Lucid Dream), but I actually forgot about it when I went to bed, as I was exhausted. I’d been up since 2:00AM, due to a slight glitch in my sleeping pattern.
However, sure enough, at 4:30 this morning I had a lucid dream. I’ll be putting it up in my dream journal here on my site shortly, so take a look in an hour or so if you like. (Edit: Here it is, for your viewing pleasure: Flying Bound – A Lucid Dream) I just thought it worthy of note that simply posting that I was going to try to MILD last night caused me to actually have a lucid dream.
I also had a couple dreams in which I did reality checks because I realized it might be a dream, like the one where my sister was remarrying her husband while my late uncle looked on, but I woke up too soon to do anything about it. Oh well. Next time, my friend. TONIGHT, WE DINE IN THE DREAM REALM!
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