Scattered thoughts

I had a couple of really fucked up dreams last night that left me feeling frightened and wtf-ing when I first woke up. Not the faintest idea what my brain was on.

In the first dream I was trying to escape from The Silents, but they kept chasing me. Then, just when I thought I'd got away they were there in front of me. It was at that moment that Ben's alarm went off and I woke up enough for the dream to stop, only for a new one to start.

This second dream was so stupid I could barely believe it.

I dreamed I was a commando in WWII, sent as part of a huge team on a secret mission to bring down Nazi HQ in France. I was in charge of jamming the communications of the Germans by taking over their communications post and then running it until the rest of the commandos had finished their mission.

The problem is that I couldn't speak French or German (nice to see that my unconscious is true to me like that), so I messed it up. A French guy came over to me and started to talk and I said "Je ne comprends pas" (which is pretty much the only French I know), when he switched to German and I was sunk, because I don't even know how to say "I don't understand" in German, so then he calls in some friends who start to try and question me, and I keep my mouth shut and say nothing, lest I give myself away. That's when I realise I'm still wearing my British uniform, with "Commando" as a shoulder patch on one arm, so I start standing next to a pillar so the enemy can't tell I'm a British commando from the shoulder patch because it's next to the pillar. Because apparently in my brain these people are too unobservant to notice the British uniform and only the shoulder patch would give me away.

I woke up just as the other guys in the room started shouting "Englisch".

Stupid brain.

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I dreamed about funerals last night and burying mum. FML.

ETA: 12/07/11 No longer filtered

One of the symptoms of my depression is that I get very tired, very quickly. The mornings are my best time, by lunchtime I'm hyper like an overtired child and by the afternoon I'm desperate for a nap. In the evening if I haven't had a nap then I am grouchy, bad tempered and very down. If I go out for any legnth of time to do something, no matter how rested I am and after 3-4 hours I am exhausted and down and need to come home and sleep. These two symptoms frustrate me no end, they're possibly one of the things that pisses me off most about my condition - more than the early morning waking, than the rollercoaster of emotions, than my lack of self respect and self confidence.

One of the side effects of my meds (Citalopram) is vivid dreams. Last night I had one, a really really weird one which makes me wonder if my subconcious is trying to send me a message.

I dreamed I had a serious operation (no idea what it was), which meant that I could barely walk and it took me a long time to have the stamina to walk very far or for very long, and then to be able to do that unaided. I was getting really pissed off with the process in my dream - I wanted to be better now and was annoyed that something that I should just be able to do was taking so much effort. Just as I was at my most pissed off kimble and barakta appeared (why them? No idea - my subconcious is pretty fucked up at the moment) and told me to stop getting pissed at myself. I would be back to how I should be with time, practice and patience and I just needed to stop getting annoyed at myself and take things a day at a time and try to do just a little more each day and eventually it would come.

Wow. I'm pretty fucked up at the moment ;)

Under the cut is the four things meme everyone is doing. I'm doing it cos I was sort of tagged by twigathy and I clearly have nothing better to do except waffle to LJ about my dreams ;)

( Four things meme )

I've just had a most disturbing dream. I was actually, really, dreaming about Assessment for Learning.

I think I need a holiday :|

No more bad dreams about being raped please. I really do not like them.

Love from me.

In other news, need to finish up the last tiny bits of Christmas shopping today, then maybe I can start looking forward to it.

Feel awfully meh at the moment. Blame the dream.

I just dreamed it was the morning of the wedding and that I was getting ready. Nice dream, though now I'm in a state of nervous excitement :D Wish it was today ;)

In other news: Feel like the wedding is taking over my life and making me boring. Everytime someone asks me how I am I give my answer and mention the wedding...most of my conversation is about. Sorry people if I do appear boring - my mind will diversify again after September 3rd...I hope!

2 Weeks, 4 Days...

The past couple of nights I've been having some very weird dreams. On Thursday night I drempt about terrorists, bombs and being trapped on the tube. I also drempt about dead people and imagined spirits all around me, though given yesterdays events I was not awfully surprised. Last night before I went to sleep I had my "feelings" again, feeling like all around me there were spirits of the dead. I wish I didn't get those feelings cos they scare me. Luckily my dreams were slightly more peaceful, though much more stressful :P I shouldn't be surprised at the content of them either given it's now a only month and three weeks until the wedding. Basically all last night's dreams were about the wedding and none of them were *nice*. They ranged from having no money to get married with to a relative making me a corset and bloomers to wear underneith the dress that were, in fact, the ugliest things ever but I had to wear them cos otherwise she'd be offended to all the plans falling apart and arriving at the church in my jeans and a tshirt, devoid of bridesmaids and flowers. Argh. Stupid wedding :|

I ph33r for my sanity sometimes.

Last night I had a dream that involved:

1. a world war one battle


2. brian may


3. a michael jackson concert I organised


4. michael jackson


5. michael jackson dressed as Freddie Mercury doing queen


6. being on the run after stealing a song from it which it turns out I wrote but everyone thinks michael jackson did.

Argh >.< My brain...