~tanyarice

Recovery mode. +_+ W00t.

So.... You ever have one of those nights that goes on forever but seems to take two seconds at the same time? And you remember a lot of dreams, and it feels like you're REALLY deep and in darker places, while you're asleep? God that's weird. It was crazy.

Like, first, I was like a prisoner of war or something, and this dude had a gun to my head, but in the end he didn't shoot me, but for a while I thought he might and it was weird because it was like he was testing me. It took me a long time to be able to say, "Fine. Just fucking do it, if you're going to," and then he looked at me for a second, then said, "Are you sure? Is that what you want?" And then I'd back down. But in the end, I held my ground. That's when he backed off. It was BIZARRE.

Then later, there was this guy, and he would like... not necessarely sleep with, but get close to, be personally intimate without physical, with other people, and then kill them - I think - after singing some lyric for a song. Only, I was his friend or sidekick or something, and I noticed it happening. But I didn't do anything to prevent it? I don't know.

All I know is they were very vivid. I could see these people's faces clearly. They were people I'd never seen before. But they were so CLEAR. It's one of the strangest things I've experienced.

Anyway, what I was going to say was that it's really interesting how the most vivid and/or lucid dreams I've had (and everyone else I've talked to) are ones where you feel like you're in a deeper stage of sleep - even though you're quite obviously just in REM.

Weird, huh?

[EDIT: Note "The Book Thief" - written from the point of view of the Grim Reaper. VERY interesting. VERY well done. Can't put the thing down. PICK IT UP.]

Ten points if you can name the disc parodied.


Anyway. I.... am so happy.... I no longer fear essays. I did it.

I fucking did it.

I'm so proud.


Yay. That's all.

I've never felt so strongly about an ESSAY in my life.

Wow.

Thank you, specifically: Jamie Tyo - the first instructor I've ever had that despised the five-paragraph format and thought we should think for ourselves.

And mirrormaul. For some reason, it wasn't until I read your work that I gained any respect for that kind of writing. Now I have a whole lot.

So here's what happened:

I was walking back to the dorm and I had this image and my own voice of certain words floating around in my head. They began to form ideas and full sentences, and at first they seemed almost creative writing/journal entry-like, but they had a different feel. Then I realized that I wasn't just talking in my head. I actually had something important to SAY. And so now it's kind of more like one of those essays written in a chronological mini-biography of specific events in my life, pertaining to racism and stereotype. And I'm so excited.

God I hope this works out well. I really love it.

Anyone in the world should go see "Dog Sees God" at the nearest theater showing it.

No, fuck that.

EVERYONE.

Western students, this means you.

...$7, GO BUY A TICKET, BITCHES.