I didn’t choose to do an IT degree with a view to becoming any kind of hotshot programmer/ web designer, despite my love of html and most things web; my first choice would have been any number of the jewellery/ crafting courses on offer even though most are not of a degree standard.
Breastfeeding is damned hard!
October 12th, 2008The person who first described breastfeeding as a marvelous bonding experience has a strange mind to my way of thinking. Through the experience I’ve had over the last 5 weeks I’d say it’s more akin to shock treatment!
Exploring the pregnancy id
March 13th, 2008I was just ‘chatting’ to a few of the lasses on the birth forum I joined about dreams and how vivid and scary they are at the moment. I tried to explain that my dreams have always been like that and turned to this blog for an example – which is when I became sidetracked.
Happiness.
November 19th, 2007Today I woke up smiling. I was warm and wrapped in loving arms and the tendrils of sleep still clung to me, carrying over the image of paradise from my dream.
Oh what a beautiful morning!
February 18th, 2007It is absolutely gorgeous out there today. Bit cold still, but the front room seems so warm and inviting when the sun streams through like this – and to think I used to avoid the sun where possible (well, ok so I’m not planning on going outside in it for long, but i’m not hissing behind closed curtains either)
News and dreams
October 18th, 2006I’m even dreaming about the guy downstairs now.
This is not good..
I was asleep (in my dream) and something woke me up and prompted me to go down to the front door. Just as I got to the bottom of the stairs I heard the gate go and then there was a knock so I opened the door. Gay guy is there leaning ont o the wall brandishing a £20 note in my face.
I waved his hand aside and asked what he wanted, that’s when I noticed his face was cut up and his clothes were a mess.
He was looking quite distressed and said he’d been mugged in town and he didn’t have his keys and no-one could come out to him for another 4 hours at least and it was cold outside..
I told him he couldn’t come in because he’d behaved like a wanker towards us. He started brandishing the money at me again and when I waved it aside he started kicking the fence and hurling abuse at me.
I waited till he’d quietened down and in a very calm quiet voice told him that we’d been nothing but good to him when he moved in and in return I’d had nothing but abuse and a door slammed in my face.
I then shut the door and went back upstairs and fell into bed asleep..
L’Italia e fantastica!
September 20th, 2006Well hello guys and gals *kiss*
ahhhhm baaaaaack!
What a fantastic holiday! I kid you not, Italy is basically the place you should all visit at least once in your life – especially the Vatican.
Looking back
August 7th, 2006I’ve spent the last few days being completely knackered, tonight – I can’t sleep.. wide awake, buzzing and more mentally alert than I ‘ve been in months.
Obviously a good time to have a look through all my old text and word documents to clean out old unwanted files – which led to me deciding to update my cv – which led to me checking my blog for a certain date (see, blogs are useful) sadly this led to me getting sidetracked by some of my old posts.. It happens occasionally.
Does this mean i’m into teenagers now?
July 22nd, 2006I am going to bed in a minute.. I am, really.
I just got a little sidetracked reading through some of my old posts (prompted by a search that showed up on my stats) I used to be totally addicted to blog – reading and writing.
I can actually remember how I’d be mentally writing posts about anything and everything I saw in the day (that is in the days I used to go places to see things lol) I’d never go so far as to claim my writing enriched the ‘blogosphere’ in anyway, but it was a damned sight better back then than it is now.
All I seem to talk about is being ill these days – how crappy is that?
Laughing it up
December 19th, 2005I had another strange dream.
I was auditioning for the X-Factor, dressed as Lara Croft.
The cameras converged upon me and when I was asked the question “Why are you dressed as Lara Croft?” I calmly pulled out my gun and answered “One way or another I will be getting through.”
Don’t ask…
My song was cool though – I did “The weakness in me” by Joan Armatrading. Read the rest of this entry »
Biblical creations
December 17th, 2005Seems to be my week for weird dreams.
I woke up not fully remembering this one – which is odd for me, I’m one of those people who tends to have either complete crystal clarity in my dream recollection or nothing at all.
It’s like I was watching/ listening to a conversation through a veil or fine curtain and I’m expecting a bit of stick for this one.
The basic upshot is that it was between God and the Devil.
They weren’t much more than kids – in the 18-25 age range it looked like, maybe a bit younger but definitely not older. They were discussing their project and the resulting bet.
Yup, you’ve guessed it, Earth was the project.
um..
December 16th, 2005I’ve been up since about 4am following a fairly disturbing dream.
I woke up completely disoriented, I didn’t know who or where I was because my dream identity still had me in it’s clutches. I nearly died of shock when Stef started snoring because until that point I hadn’t even realised I was sharing the bed – scared the shit out of me it did. Reminded me of who and where I was though.
I hate when they stick around after
September 3rd, 2005I just had the most disturbing nightmare about a girl in a burns unit – she was going for a meeting/ party about a year after her attack, the security guard greeted her and another lass at the door, both appeared to be blind as a result of their attacks, the girl most prominantly featured in the dream obviously had some mental damage too – her speech was slightly slurred and she had a tendancy to repeat herself.
It was like something from the start of a CSI show.
Entrance to the unit through an underground carpark. Kindly old (black) security guard making a quick joke with the 2 young ladies as they enter the building, then outright terror as a gang of barely seen figures enter the scene menacingly, the girls run up the entranceway in terror and start banging on the doors – one gets left behind by accident because she loses contact with the person leading her and can only listen in terror as the kindly security guard is beaten and burned to death in the car park before she gets dragged into the safety of the burns unit where they call the police.
That’s when I woke up.
My throat is all hurty again from the non-screaming screaming you tend to do in your sleep.
And I’m still so tired, it’s been like this for weeks. I’ll get to sleep but I wake up unrefreshed because of barely remembered nightmares – I’m up and down all night because things keep disturbing me when I don’t have nightmares – I’m fed up with it.
I’m constantly narky and out of sorts – I just want some decent sleep.
It’s a shame they couldn’t give me something to bring home from the hospital to sedate me every night *sigh* though that’s not the answer I know. I just wish I knew what was bothering me so I could sort it and get some sleep! Or at least have a dream that wasn’t a nightmare.
Bowie?
January 1st, 2005I dreamt I trapped off with David Bowie last night.
God knows where that came from – and it was at a candle party ffs. A candle party in aid of cancer research that my gran had hosted – he wasn’t flavour of the month though – she apparantly knew him under a different name and ‘those P- boys were a bad lot’ (can’t remember the surname she used except it started with P) The thing is, I’ve never really been that into David Bowie – musically or otherwise (though the Labyrinth soundtrack was ok) I’d love to know what my subconscious was trying to tell me with that one.
He was very sweet though, attentive – and a great kisser *grin* I love my dreams sometimes…
Freaky dreams
December 13th, 2004Just had and absolute shitter of a nightmare.
I was a young boy in this dream, left alone by my parents when they had to go somewhere, I had a friend up the road who I communicated with via txt who was in the same position. He said he was gonna come over so I got out of bed, went into the kitchen only to see a guy with an axe, I screamed and ran upstairs (why do we always run back upstairs?) The guy followed me and then… Suddenly in my dream I was the other boy dressed and heading over to my friends on my bike. I got to his house and it was strangely quiet, no tv, no music. Odd…
Securicor in Swinton?
November 9th, 2004Ok… Since when did securicor rate an armed escort?
Have I missed something? When did we turn into America or Beirut? (ok, fireworks nonewithstanding) I do have a pic of this as evidence, sadly my bluetooth is playing up (surprise surprise, after the last pic…) so you’ll just have to take my word for it.
Serious, I didn’t even realise at first he was there for the Securicor guy, I was just heading to the cashpoint and this gun toting copper arrives out of nowhere and basically stands pretty much over me as I use the ATM.
I thought it was a joke at first, started glancing around for the camera crew – c’mon, D’ya blame me? A guy in full kevlar complete with rifle guarding a Natwest ATM on a busy main road…
It wasn’t until I’d exchanged a smile and a nod with said gun toting officer, got my cash, crossed over and waited at the stop for my bus that I saw the Securicor van pull out and head for the TSB further up followed closely by the pursuit vehicle with the pwiddy lights.
This time TWO guys with guns stood attentively waiting while the dude in the crash get up ferried the cash – possibly cos the TSB is on a corner… Very entertaining though – little kids making suitably awed comments and everybody else looking yet trying to appear as though they weren’t.
Me – I pulled out the camera phone… no shame.
Pity it’s a crap pic though – hope it looks better on the PC, No zoom function see – but then, it is only a 3650.
scary dreams
August 18th, 2004I had a nightmare last night, probably more than one as I know I woke up feeling totally unrested. However the one I remember… Now that was a doozy. The thing to note about my dreams is how clear and detailed they are – especially the ones I remember, its not just a scene here or there – its always a fully developed story; too much for me to recount when telling, almost like a memory not a dream. In this particular dream I was visiting friends. These particular friends (3 of them) had opened a dojo type place, in fact they were basically training an army – policing the world kind of thing. Sadly I discovered this army had turned bad behind my friends collective backs. They had been subourned by beings that had opened a kind of ‘dimensional gateway’ through the wall of the training room. Now to set the scene, this training room was at the top of a tower – not the kind you see in old films, more like a modern version of that – think of a building like the urbis with a tower at one end of it, the top floor basically sealed off from the rest of the building which is mainly offices with the occasional rest/ recreation space. In my dream, I knew I was not physically present but I ‘saw’ the boards being removed from the wall and key members of the team going through for a clandestine meeting. I then went to my friends to warn them – it seems this ability to ‘see’ things was a known power of mine in this dream as they didn’t question the vision, just the truth of it – arguing that their students must have been going to do battle with the evil I saw, not to meet with them.
However, we got to the training room as they were coming back through the boards, we confronted them – they showed their hand and attacked us, calling reinforcements from behind the wall (these reinforcements… The only way I can describe them was ‘demonic’ S laughed when I described this to him, started chanting “mortal combat, mortal combat” and yes… I admit, I guess it did sound funny to him.. Made me chuckle too – after all, it was only a dream…)