Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

Ever had the feeling like everything around you isn't real? It just doesn't seem real and it's almost like a dream (for me it's usually the result of a spot of light headedness, I don't get it quite so much now, well, not so much that I take note of it). That's how I've been feeling lately. I've nothing that I really have to do, stuff I should be doing but not I wonder if it's tiredness. But how can you get tired sitting on your arse all day watching 'allo 'allo (Lieutenant Gruber is so sweet (zis iz vat I get for watching cute anime )) and Shuffle! (my latest anime, it's so sweet ) mum says it's because I'm not doing anything, but I still don't get how doing nothing, going to bed between 4-5am and waking up between 12-4pm (depending on the noise) can make me so tired, going by those statistics I roughly get at least 7 hours sleep; I worked out over several school holidays that I need 12 hours sleep but I think that was just laziness really, I've been able to function well on 2 hours sleep (the weekends that dad's come to get me and made me get up at 6am so I'm ready for when he arrives, and then he insists on farting and stinking up my room (I'm glad I always bring back a new air freshener after every holiday and scatter the old ones about, I've got my one in the wardrobe, one in the cupboard under the sink, one on the windowsill and my newest one on my shelf, where all the others sat during ther time ) anyway, don't think I stay up until 4am at those times, I aim for 12 but usually end up going to bed at 1 and I just can't sleep. Sometimes I haven't actually slept (that I know of) all morning and then have to get up at 6, and I don't even take pro plus during those times, it amazes me, although I do feel tired earlier in the evening when I go home).
On the subject of sleep and dreams I've come to discover that it would seem dreams are rather improtant to me. Several of my life writing assignments have been dream related (mainly because my life's so boring ) and I'm always glad to have a dream with Henry in it (my dead cat, for those of you who don't know) he's come to Uni. a few times, scares the crap out of me because I know I can't keep a cat in his little room, it's no pets, obviously, also there are some very good story ideas lurking in my dreams. My dreams are a parallell to my writing, a crazy blend of everything I've ever read, seen or heard, everything I know all mixed up in a blender and poured into a new mould (though the mould often resembles several of the main influences, have to sort that ) and that is what my dreams are, really. Perhaps if I wrote about my dreams propperly...haha, it'll be a crazy mess of a crazy mess, sounds like it could work . I wonder though, are dreams linked to the imagination at all? Because I have a very active imagination an have strange dreams while my mum has practically no imagination at all and has few dreams, that she feels worth noting to me, at least. Do all writers take everything around them that they've ever known, blend it and pour it into a new mould, or am I really a special case, which I have doubted for some time now, I must add, as it's common sense that other writers should do the same?
Oh well, just wondering, I'm in a thoughtful mood, despite the dreamland feeling, must be tired I guess.

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