I'm pleased to say that I had another interesting dream this past night that I was able to recall this morning.
My fiancée and I were traveling, and at first we came to a beach. I remember something happening at the beach (though not as dramatic as the dream I didn't blog about where we had a beach house invaded by violent kids while we slept and I had to defend us with a shotgun), but I cannot recall the specifics. I think that there might have also been a water park on the beach, but I cannot be sure.
Eventually the setting changed to New York, which we were visiting for the first time. We had split off to do some touring/shopping separately. I happened to run into a guy who was a good friend of mine in high school but have since become distant from, and he and I walked around checking things out while my fiancée did some shopping on her own (or with a friend? I don't remember).
To put this next bit into context, you should know that occasionally I've been having light dizzy spells that come and go at random, but have been pretty far spread apart. I should probably see a doctor about it, but I haven't yet as it comes and goes so quickly and sporadically that it's not something I even remember soon after.
I began to feel dizzy, and I told my friend that I wasn't feeling well and had to sit down (we found a nice cafe-style place outdoors on the sidewalk). The sensation didn't subside as it usually does, instead it grew greater until I came to the conclusion that I was in need of medical care for what I considered to be a heart attack (though it obviously didn't share the symptoms typically associated with it), and I shouted for my friend to call an ambulance.
As we waited for it to arrive, my fiancée happened to run into us, and I recall her surprising me from behind (shopping bags in arm), leaning over my shoulder to say hello and how was I doing? I told her that I wasn't feeling well and was afraid that I was having a heart attack. She kissed me. I woke up.
It's quite interesting what kind of things the mind can cook up when it has nothing to do.
-Ryan
Friday, March 21, 2014
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Third Year in Review
Every year on the anniversary of the my first post on this blog I review how the year has been. This is slightly different than when I review the past calendar year, in that I focus more on a review of the blog rather than a review of my life.
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| Look how far I've come! - Original Layout & Content |
As far as statistics go, I reached a record number of 460 views in one month this past October, however that was completely due to sites spamming my blog for hits, so that number is wildly inaccurate. I actually got between 110 and 180 views per month, and even some of those might have been spam hits. However, in total it looks like my blog has been viewed 4,328 times!
I've been posting at least twice a month (rarely more), and since last month I've been steering away from topical (yet personal) posts (such as my views on never settling for being just a statistic, or how it feels to know I'm getting married soon) and instead embraced posting in a journal-style about the my life. The change might be subtle, but it's been much more fun and easier on my end to just write about what's going on without having to try to make it mean something or revolve around a subject. After all, life doesn't work the same as a book does; there's no central theme or plot. Things just happen.
That's not to say that I want to just keep this as a public journal. I love writing about writing, I've kept my promise to myself to do a book review (though I'd also love to review movies, music, etc. whenever I'm inspired to do so), and have started cataloging my interesting dreams. I want this blog to explode outwards into uncharted territory and try out new things until I find what works for me and you. A lot has changed over the past three years, and this blog shouldn't remain the same until it grows stale.
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| Clearly it hasn't. |
Thanks!
-Ryan
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Dream Diary: Future Drugs & Conjoined Twins
I've enjoyed making this blog more of a public journal than a platform for topical articles on writing. On that note, I'll be describing odd/interesting dreams I have as I remember them in addition to my usual posts.
I had a very interesting dream this past night. It was actually two very different dreams that organically flowed into each other, as dreams sometimes do, and I'm going to try to describe them both to you.
For context, my fiancée and I have recently discovered that she has fibromyalgia. It wasn't a huge shock, as it actually made a lot of things make sense as far as the persistent pain that she was experiencing and other symptoms, but having a label on it has added a bit more stress to our lives.
In the first dream, my fiancée and I were in a city sometime in the future. It resembled the world of the show Almost Human; tall, shiny buildings in the sky with dirty slums down below. She and I were "undercover" working for a drug lord, with the actual intention of getting our hands on some drug that would cure my fiancée's fibromyalgia. When he was away from his hideout, we went in and grabbed all we could (for whatever reason, future drugs resemble small see-through plastic chips), but were discovered by one of the drug lord's dealers, who proceeded to attack us with a baseball bat.
I fought him off, and ended up killing him with his own weapon. My fiancée and I then proceeded to throw tables around and knock everything over in an attempt to make it appear like a smash-and-grab gone wrong. With the medication she needed in her knapsack, we ran out of there as quickly as possible.
And then the second dream started. I don't remember any sort of transition, it just happened.
I was in the even further future, but instead of bright, shiny buildings, everything was dark. For some reason, everyone in this world was born as a conjoined twin (although not identical to their brother/sister, and always with the same gender), joined to each other's side. I recall that every individual had two legs (a total of four as would be "normal") but neither had an arm on the side where they joined with the other. I don't remember very much actually happening in this dream, except that it was somehow important that we'd discovered conjoined twins that were actually identical (and may have looked like Ewan McGregor). I remember having the sense that this was important, and that they perhaps had some sort of magical powers as a result. It turned out that the Ewan's had happened upon a female pair that were also identical, which, for whatever reason, made the event even more important.
That dream was more of a social experience, with me experiencing the oddity of the dating world when everyone is attached to their sibling (and thus it is challenging to find romantic/sexual partners for both of you), as well as performing in some sort of stage production of the movie Titanic as two Jacks.
A bit odd? Yes. But quite fun to experience.
-Ryan
I had a very interesting dream this past night. It was actually two very different dreams that organically flowed into each other, as dreams sometimes do, and I'm going to try to describe them both to you.
For context, my fiancée and I have recently discovered that she has fibromyalgia. It wasn't a huge shock, as it actually made a lot of things make sense as far as the persistent pain that she was experiencing and other symptoms, but having a label on it has added a bit more stress to our lives.
In the first dream, my fiancée and I were in a city sometime in the future. It resembled the world of the show Almost Human; tall, shiny buildings in the sky with dirty slums down below. She and I were "undercover" working for a drug lord, with the actual intention of getting our hands on some drug that would cure my fiancée's fibromyalgia. When he was away from his hideout, we went in and grabbed all we could (for whatever reason, future drugs resemble small see-through plastic chips), but were discovered by one of the drug lord's dealers, who proceeded to attack us with a baseball bat.
I fought him off, and ended up killing him with his own weapon. My fiancée and I then proceeded to throw tables around and knock everything over in an attempt to make it appear like a smash-and-grab gone wrong. With the medication she needed in her knapsack, we ran out of there as quickly as possible.
And then the second dream started. I don't remember any sort of transition, it just happened.
I was in the even further future, but instead of bright, shiny buildings, everything was dark. For some reason, everyone in this world was born as a conjoined twin (although not identical to their brother/sister, and always with the same gender), joined to each other's side. I recall that every individual had two legs (a total of four as would be "normal") but neither had an arm on the side where they joined with the other. I don't remember very much actually happening in this dream, except that it was somehow important that we'd discovered conjoined twins that were actually identical (and may have looked like Ewan McGregor). I remember having the sense that this was important, and that they perhaps had some sort of magical powers as a result. It turned out that the Ewan's had happened upon a female pair that were also identical, which, for whatever reason, made the event even more important.
That dream was more of a social experience, with me experiencing the oddity of the dating world when everyone is attached to their sibling (and thus it is challenging to find romantic/sexual partners for both of you), as well as performing in some sort of stage production of the movie Titanic as two Jacks.
A bit odd? Yes. But quite fun to experience.
-Ryan
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