Didn't do too much this weekend in the end. Although my friend went to Reading festival and said it was fantastic despite the rain.
It amazes me really, the people who go to these festivals are supposed to love music yet just because a particular act isn't something they like they throw bottles and abuse. The singer from Panic! at the Disco was hit on the head with one and actually ended up face down on the stage apparently. Music is by it's very nature subjective why not go watch another band if you don't like the one you are listening to? Let's face it just by performing at Reading/Leeds they are acknowledged to have talent so let other people enjoy them.
I had a couple of weird dreams last night that I wanted to write about before they slip back into my subconcious. In the first people were being murdered (not a new theme for my dreams) and I was doing the laundry and found that Tom's stepdad's shirt had blood on it. I had stumbled upon the serial killers identity without meaning to. After this it went into my typical being chased feeling, having to escape and yet needing to go back to try and stop him from killing more people. I remember a car park and a train station and hiding behind cars in the half light while waiting for him to leave. I don't remember exactly what happened but he was some sort of vampire and had known I was there all along. I woke up, not sure why really.
In the early hours of the morning I slipped into another dream. I was at the beach and it was raining heavily, it was early evening but the thick clouds lay like a blanket on the horizon making it almost night, we were inside the American Diner I think and I remember suddenly spotting the brightest rainbow from the windows. The colours were spectacular and I went outside to see it better. I followed my friend Nita outside. I haven't seen her in years and in honesty I probably haven't thought about her much either so why was she so clear in my dream?
When I got outside the rainbow was gone but there was a green light in the sky again very beautiful. I turned to Nita and asked if it was the Northern lights and she told me it was. We stood and watched it for some time; then out of nowhere I was following my parents through a housing estate on a slope, the rain was pouring down but for some reason we couldn't go back to the car. Somehow I know I am still near the beach but this landscape is nothing like where I live in reality. The rain is coming down in sheets and they want to go down a heavy incline of grass. I keep slipping and sliding in the mud my heeled boots sinking into the grass and catching in roots. That's about when the alarm went off.
I haven't read or seen anything on TV about the northern lights and have had no reason to be thinking about them. So my dreams last night seem oddly clear yet random. I wonder what they mean, the significance of individuals and acts. Symbolism so obscure, yet the images remain so familiar.
Tom thinks I'm just crazy which is a fair bet but when do you stop searching for the meaning behind something? I'm telling myself something that I feel is important but what? Why can't I just write myself a note huh?
It amazes me really, the people who go to these festivals are supposed to love music yet just because a particular act isn't something they like they throw bottles and abuse. The singer from Panic! at the Disco was hit on the head with one and actually ended up face down on the stage apparently. Music is by it's very nature subjective why not go watch another band if you don't like the one you are listening to? Let's face it just by performing at Reading/Leeds they are acknowledged to have talent so let other people enjoy them.
I had a couple of weird dreams last night that I wanted to write about before they slip back into my subconcious. In the first people were being murdered (not a new theme for my dreams) and I was doing the laundry and found that Tom's stepdad's shirt had blood on it. I had stumbled upon the serial killers identity without meaning to. After this it went into my typical being chased feeling, having to escape and yet needing to go back to try and stop him from killing more people. I remember a car park and a train station and hiding behind cars in the half light while waiting for him to leave. I don't remember exactly what happened but he was some sort of vampire and had known I was there all along. I woke up, not sure why really.
In the early hours of the morning I slipped into another dream. I was at the beach and it was raining heavily, it was early evening but the thick clouds lay like a blanket on the horizon making it almost night, we were inside the American Diner I think and I remember suddenly spotting the brightest rainbow from the windows. The colours were spectacular and I went outside to see it better. I followed my friend Nita outside. I haven't seen her in years and in honesty I probably haven't thought about her much either so why was she so clear in my dream?
When I got outside the rainbow was gone but there was a green light in the sky again very beautiful. I turned to Nita and asked if it was the Northern lights and she told me it was. We stood and watched it for some time; then out of nowhere I was following my parents through a housing estate on a slope, the rain was pouring down but for some reason we couldn't go back to the car. Somehow I know I am still near the beach but this landscape is nothing like where I live in reality. The rain is coming down in sheets and they want to go down a heavy incline of grass. I keep slipping and sliding in the mud my heeled boots sinking into the grass and catching in roots. That's about when the alarm went off.
I haven't read or seen anything on TV about the northern lights and have had no reason to be thinking about them. So my dreams last night seem oddly clear yet random. I wonder what they mean, the significance of individuals and acts. Symbolism so obscure, yet the images remain so familiar.
Tom thinks I'm just crazy which is a fair bet but when do you stop searching for the meaning behind something? I'm telling myself something that I feel is important but what? Why can't I just write myself a note huh?
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