The End of Another Era

The two people who follow this blog the most are probably going to be pretty upset or really blaze (with an accentuated “e”) with me about this.

Once again, I’ve decided to stop blogging.  I don’t really come on here that much to post, and I really prefer reading my friends’ blog posts rather than posting my own. Besides, hanging onto a thread with this blog is really killing my time. Other than that, I’ve noticed that this blog has been very depressing despite what I usually write and feel. That’s negativity that I just don’t need to experience; my usual life style seems to have slipped a bit from the happy-go-lucky type. (My friends are probably remembering high school and scratching their heads a bit right now, but you know it’s true to some extent!  For these reasons, I feel that this blog has been tortured and exhausted to its fullest, and so have decided to close it, like many before.

I’ll probably start blogging again later on, but it’ll be less personal. I really don’t think anyone is interested in my life.

You know it’s true.

It’s funny to think that I actually started blogging purely by inspiration from another blogger, who is now just trying to relax and complete a degree at USYD. I wish her luck for the rest of her life, and hope she’s doing better at uni than I am.

So..

So

 

Dream Entry 7

Today

Walking into a large retail store (I can’t remember if it was kmart or target), I noticed a sale of classic video games for sale. Without missing a beat, I headed straight for the collection to find very decent games for old consoles, like Kirby and Banjo Tooie.

Some sinister emotion insisted on taking these items without buying them, however. I paced around the shop deliberating what to do, and eventually filled my green bag with the games of my choice. When my mum was leaving the store, I bolted out quickly with a feeling of triumph. Unfortunately, I’d left my green bag with my mum.

She came out of the store with all the stuff, and I asked her immediately where the bag was. My mum had it, and everything was there, according to her. I asked her how she made it out, and if the clerks checked the bag, and she said yes. In fact, they looked at the bag and found nothing.

I was thrown into some sort of hysterical storm of thought at that moment. Was my mother lying to me? Did she actually buy all the games?

What on earth possessed me to even think about stealing something so trivial?

Dream Entry 6

5/01/11

I’m drawn towards a particular demountable in the primary school, one that didn’t actually exist there, but I had memories of hanging out there with Alfred while he played a piano. The room was dark with a wooden floor and a dusty grand piano. I figured it was a music room.

It was a strong feeling of nostalgia.

My grandma walks into the room and pulls out a violin to give to me. The principal, whom I’ll call Mrs. Cocoon, gives us dirties.

Playing staccato, I play one of the most beautiful songs I had ever heard out of no where while my aunt and her cousin converse about their latest financial ventures.

I then hear about the owners of a house near the primary school being in a legal battle regarding their dog.

“Oh, so now I can buy the house near the primary school,” I say while walking towards that general direction. I’m with my friend, Alfred, and we part ways at a bus stop (that doesn’t really exist) for some reason.

A bunch of people get on the bus, including me, but no one pays. I don’t know anyone on the bus, except my favourite bus driver who rages at all the freeloaders. I’m just chilling at the back of the bus with a group of girls.

“They got scared shitless,” I say in a yo-mama-so-nigga accent and laugh with the girls I’m sitting with as if we were best buddies. Some of the other girls around the bus start chuckling secretly in embarrassment.

Dream Entry 5

3/01/11

Playing  a game called Lost Magic, I find myself stranded inside of the actual game. Lush green fields surround me but the anticipation of a battle is rampant. With minimal stamina and monster units, I am actually able to defeat the hordes of enemies that are attacking me wave after wave. They are all wolf packs.

The missions I am completing are unfamiliar, but it seems defeating the wolves will enable my unit to uncover special coloured boxes that grant bonuses on recovery, such as extra hit points or units. I struggle, but eventually manage to defeat them all and even discover the guardian wolves of each of these boxes, which appear as special wolf sprites with different colours respective to their own box.

My consciousness moves to a room.

On either side of me are a guy and girl that I don’t know. We are sitting in front of a desk behind which an immaculately dressed woman is sitting. I don’t know her either.

“So what are some things about Lost Magic that you can share with us? Please detail your experiences,” the woman asks.

I tell the woman how a new player can really be lost at the beginning of the game, because it is unclear how the strategy of capturing monsters and using magic really works. Mid-explanation, I hear a door open abruptly…

“ARE YOU FEELING THE FUCKING COLD, YOU GUYS?“

A fat man breaks in loudly, and I’m about to get up but my grandfather is already ahead of me and grabs his collar threateningly.

Voila, I awaken.

Dream Entry 4

14/12/10

After a day with a female friend and her family, I decide to part ways at Bankstown station. They then proceeded to verbally abuse me like those old religious troll memes where a crowd would appear out of no where and attack someone who said “Christianity” with a cheesy grin. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I wanted to leave, so I did.

I end up at Leightonfield station now, walking home from there where every lit up area has an orange tinge. I see a group of possibly drunk people walking in the same direction, and as I near them the group multiplies. I immediately recognise my friends Alfred, Robert and Alan among those in the group, so I thought it might be people heading home from a birthday party I missed recently.

“I think it’s time for me to head home,” Alan says, and for some reason day breaks. This causes me to want to run away from the group, and on the way I approach a few factories that never seem to stay open for business in that particular area. There’s a sign that I can climb into at one factory near a roundabout, and eventually find myself at a stadium.

Now I’m standing on one of the railings of the stadium, worried as hell because I’m balancing on a thin rail of steel. I can’t go back either, Super Mario style. I’m stuck. Without a hope, I jump and fall through the roof of a building in the middle of the stadium.