[RE: I'm Only Sleeping]

This week, I'm replying to a blog of my friend's, "I'm Only Sleeping"


I couldn't help but laugh quietly to myself at those dream tellings, I'm sorry. I hardly ever remember my dreams, but the ones I DO remember give me a scare, or are really bizarre.


Like the one from a night sometime this week. Only my brother and I were home. The doorbell rang, so I peeked through the curtain to see who was there. Through the fabric, I could only see shapes of several gunmen. For some reason, I opened the door and it turned out that the gunmen were all my male neighbours between the ages of 12 and 18 with large Nerf guns. I turned around, and my brother was holding on of his Nerf guns. Apparently, they were asking if I could join them in a big neighourhood Nerf shootout. I slammed the door in their faces, and waved goodbye in the window by the door.

One time, I dreamed up my to-be first kiss. It was a contest where everyone had to grab someone they didn't know and kiss 'em. Then, they'd get their names put in a drawing for some elaborate prize. Anyway, whatever the prize was, I wanted it, and I entered. An old friend of mine did as well. So, he said to me, "C'mon, Sara. We don't know each other," and winked. Then we got to it. When I pulled away, he said, "More effort next time," and gave my a side-ways thumb. I got real mad at him and slapped him. I've never told him about it.


A childhood dream I had was that it was raining out, and my dad and I went out onto the driveway. Puddles of water gathered, and I looked into one. Then, I turned my attention to reality, and my dad was gone. Then, I look back into the puddle, only to have a shark jump out and eat me.

I had another while I was at a grandmother's, staying the night. I dreamed that I was at my other grandmother's, and I was fully aware. I was lying down on a large grand piano, which I don't recall them having, and I said to myself, "I didn't go to bed here, did I?" Then I turned, fell onto some keys and slammed my head against the corner of the piano bench, thus killing myself again.

Once, I remember that for some demented reason, I had the time to grow my nails out so long, they curled and could practically hang clothes. Then, I crossed my arms in a self-hugging manner, and pulled away, grabbing at my skin. I looked down and saw I was bleeding and my nails etched deep wounds at my own arms. I them crumpled to the ground... and died.

In a nutshell, I die a lot in my dreams. I don't know what that says about me, but I distinctly remember having a few dreams about killing people, too. I can't remember details, though. So, let me ask you: Ever had strange dreams? Scary dreams? Share 'em in the comments, or reply to my questions in your blog.

[Colour]

This week, I spent a lot of time screwing around with makeup. Actually, all week, I've been very artsy. I doodled way too much in class, painted my nails very other night, and tried bolder makeup looks. I always have had an interest in makeup and I thought I'd share a few pictures of the two very dramatic looks I tried. I took both from tutorials by Klaire de Lys.

First, a Tron: Legacy Inspired Look.

And then, a Colour Burst look.

I usually never wear this much makeup. On weekdays, I only wear a bit of black eyeshadow and mascara. And on weekends, I don't wear any at all. Apparently, this week was not the case. Anyhow, I'm sorry this post is so short. I'll try to compensate for it next week.

[Lost]

Refusing to be infuriated
Rejecting my sorrow
Resilient and unbroken
I am in agregate authority over my emotions

But I tell great untruths
My stealth, my vigor
It is all merely a facade
A shroud of lies I drape upon myself

Cowering in fear
Fuming with lividity
Frail and vulnerable
I am hopelessly lost in a labyrinth of lies

[The Day Log of an Adopted Fish]

I spent my time writing on this instead of finding time to write my blog, so I decided to make it useful and be my blog. I will make edits to this version when I fix up my draft, so if you'd like to see the final project, be sure to check back for the polished edition. The title is still up for debate, but this is the one I liked best so far. I hope you like what I wrote. It's only supposed to be a short story, so it moves fast. I had to squeeze a lot of plot into a short time frame.

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August 21st

The Ol' Switcharoo

     I swear that one day, they're gonna start putting innocent fish in prison for taking a leak in your neighbour's algae garden; the world was just that hectic.

     It's like this morning. I woke up in some stranger's home with some other fish I've never met. I never thought it'd happen, but I'd been adopted and I had to face it now. The fact kinda hit me like a ton of bricks, though. It must've happened sometime while I was asleep.

     They had pulled the "Ol' Switcharoo" on me.

August 22nd

A Human Thing

     Today, I met two boys, Jack and Alex. They were exactly two years apart, Jack being the older brother. From the chatter I overhear, both me and the stranger that resides in the bowl with me were their birthday gifts.

     Jack, the older boy, liked me for my silver colour and orange-red tinged fins and decided to claim me as his. He decided my name to be Michael.

     Alex quite liked the other fish's almost transparent body colour because he found it astounding to be able to see his spine and named him Jordan.

     When he did, the two adults laughed. Then, the two boys joined in. There must've been something funny about Jordan's name, but whatever it was, I did not quite understand it.

     Must've been a human thing.

August 23rd

Jenny

     Today, the adults let Jack and Alex begin to feed us. When they dropped the food at the top of the bowl, I rushed to the colourful flakes and munched on them. Jordan, however seemed to fear the kids. Maybe he just wasn't used to them, yet. I left some of the food flakes for him to eat, but he stayed near the bottom of the bowl until Jack and Alex left. I asked him why he did and he just told me that he didn't trust him like he did Jenny, the girl who took care of us at the shop with the bright lights.

     Do I have any reason to trust the boys either? The food I ate could have been poisonous. These people could have sick and twisted minds and adopt fish only to poison and kill them. Maybe I'm just over thinking this ordeal.

     One thing for sure is that I miss Jenny, too.

August 24th

Trust

     The boys started school today and their mother fed us this morning while they were away. She looked a lot like Jenny and had her same light brown coloured hair which must've explained why Jordan was less hesitant to swim to the top of the bowl to eat.

     Jack was entering the eighth grade today. He came home with a lot of schoolwork and Alec did as well, or at least more than he was used to since he just started middle school.

     While they were busy with homework, the mother decided that she would feed us tonight as well.

     I think I can trust her.

August 25th

Forgotten

     The mother's summer break ended today and she started up work again. She left for work earlier than the boys did for school and came home late, too.

     No one fed us at all today. Jordan and I are really miserable right now seeing as there is no food in us. I'm in a lot of pain right now, and I'm sure that Jordan is, too.

     I feel so forgotten.

August 26th

Bliss in Death

     This morning, I couldn't seem to find Jordan anywhere. The father realised that no one fed us yesterday. He put extra flakes in the bowl for us to make up for it.

     When I swam up to eat, though, I saw Jordan belly-up. I was devastated and didn't want to eat. But my hunger took over and I knew that I would die too if I didn't.

     I guess it's kinda cheesy to say that Jordan was in a better place now, but it was true. His death ended his pain, just starving like he did.

     I guess that there is bliss in death.

August 27th.

Goodbye

     Today, I overhead Jack say that he would clean the bowl before he started his schoolwork. I guess he felt conscious about feeding me now that Jordan was gone.

     When he puts me in the sink, I'm gonna jump. I'm afraid that Jack and Alex might forget to feed me again and I'd starve like Jordan. I don't think I'm strong enough to be able to take that pain again. I'd rather die swiftly and effortlessly than fight starvation and deal with the excruciating feeling in my gut from the other night.

     This is my last post.

     Goodbye.