A lucid moment within the madness:

Last night, I had the most insane dream.

I'm no newcomer to weird moments, and you'll know that if you spend more than five minutes with me on a good day. But for some reason, my mind decided to paint some kind of vivid picture in my brain that I couldn't get rid of.

Dreams have always had a sort of grip on me, whether it be good or bad. For some reason, this one was just...surreal, I guess is the word. Usually, I don't have that level of self-awareness in a dream, and I can't control the events in it, if that makes sense. And if I do, by odd chance, come to terms that I am dreaming, I usually wake up before I can take advantage of things.

This time, however, I had this moment of lucidity where I knew that I was dreaming. So, being the weirdo that I am, I decided to try to change up the dream I was having, just for kicks.

I was flying. I love flying dreams, because usually they feel so real. Anyway, I was flying/running from someone, and I finally lost them. Then again, they might have just gotten bored. So I as I flew, I came to this realization that I would never be able to fly in real life. And I fell. Right into the ocean.

Suddenly, I felt the need to find a reflection of myself, since I knew I was dreaming. I looked down into the water I was swimming in, and just caught view of my terrified face before this 50-foot sea monster swallowed me whole.

I woke up, but not covered in sweat or gasping for air or anything corny. Surprisingly, I was pretty calm. I couldn't get back to sleep, which was a result of the quasi-insomnia I'd been experiencing lately. I'd never had trouble sleeping, and I think it may have something to do with the fact that it's summer. God, I hope not. How many more months of this do we have?

I spent the next fifteen minutes or so pondering my dream. I am a believer in meaningful dreams, and I feel that a dream in your brain's way of reflecting on deep inner thoughts while you're unconscious.

Still curious the next morning, I woke up and searched google for some good ol' online dream counseling. I felt as if I was in desperate need if ever. My search ended with me finding a great site, dreammoods.com . Naturally, I headed to the dream dictionary and searched for the term 'fall'. This is what the site told me my inner thoughts were:

"To dream that you fall and are frightened, indicates a lack of control, insecurity, and/or lack of support in your waking life. You may be experiencing some major struggle and/or overwhelming problem. It may denote that you have failed to achieve a goal that you have set forth for yourself."

I also searched for the term, "flying", and this is what the site gave me: 

Flying dreams fall under a category of dreams known as lucid dreaming. Lucid dreams occur when you become aware that you are dreaming. Many dreamers describe the ability to fly in their dreams as an exhilarating, joyful, and liberating experience.

If you are flying with ease and enjoying the scene and landscape below, then it suggests that you are on top of a situation. You have risen above something. It may also mean that you have gained a different perspective on things. Flying dreams and the ability to control your flight is representative of your own personal sense of power.

Having difficulties staying in flight indicates a lack of power in controlling your own circumstances. You may be struggling to stay aloft and stay on course. Things like power lines, trees, or mountains may further obstruct your flight. These barriers represent a particular obstacle or person who is standing in your way in your waking life. You need to identify who or what is hindering you from moving forward. It may also be an indication of a lack of confidence. You need to believe in yourself and not be afraid.

This little endeavor of mine only sparked my interest further. I believe I will begin to track my dreams, and maybe be able to read the clues my mind is leaving me. 

What do you think of dreams? What was your oddest dream? What does dreammoods.com say that your dream meant? 

*greta 

They're eyelashes, not spider legs.

I just realized today, walking through the halls at school, that practically every girl who wears makeup looks somewhat like a hooker.

I mean, sure, we've all had our share of days where we roll out of bed too late and while we're doing our makeup we accidentally put too much on and don't feel like taking some off, but things are kind of ridiculous lately. At least as far as what I've seen, girls seem to think that more is better.

I actually think some girls look better sans the unflattering orange bronzer, huge honking eyelashes, and hooker-esque blue eyeshadow. Part of what people don't realize these days is that the whole idea of makeup is to look like you're not wearing any. I can't say that about most kids at school.

My mother is a makeup artist, therefore I've pretty much grown up around makeup and seen what it looks like professionally. Please. Before you apply that 17th coat of mascara, think about it for a second.

*Greta.

Three cheers for vanity...

Obviously, I'm being sarcastic in that title. ^

I kind of went on a hair dyeing frenzy recently, and pretty much ruined my hair with all the chemicals and crap. Anyway, I just realized that, after getting out of the shower today, the color had finally faded to the right shade of red.

Two Years Before the Lowery

As some may know, I write on the Pony Express at my school (the newspaper). I remember how excited I was in 6th grade when I signed on, and I expected some serious writing out the class. It's funny how when you expect something, you get something even better.

Anyway, I came in on the first day of 7th grade bright-eyed and already clutching my pad of paper and pen, when in came Mr. Lowery, our teacher. I remember laughing at his (lame) jokes and jotting down quick notes about his "3-paragraph" requirements for articles, and I left that class feeling like the coolest kid on campus. I'd literally signed on to a year of memories and good times.

Now, almost two full years of my young life later, I regret absolutely nothing about re-taking the class and spending so much time doing what I love. It sounds corny, but I think my best times in middle school were in that class. I had all my friends there, and I made new ones.

I'll never forget when my first article was published in the paper. It was fitting that it was about women's rights in the 1900's, because I have to admit that I am a bit of a feminist at heart. I couldn't believe that I had gotten a whole page to myself, and I take no shame in saying that I sent that paper to even my relatives halfway across the world, in Italy.

Basically, I am so glad I decided to take this class. I'm actually doing Publications again next year in high school, and I'm a bit too excited for that.

I hope that through everything, including this blog, I'll never stop writing. It's gonna bug you in the end, but that's what I'm good at, and I'm never going to let go. Find what makes you happy, and never stop doing it, no matter what the world says.

<3greta.

We're All Mad Here...

I'd like to welcome you to my blog. This is the first post, so you don't know what I have in store. Hell, I don't know what I have in store. I'm hoping that as I post, I'll be able to work on my writing skills and (hopefully) even entertain someone. Please do let me know if I'm accomplishing that certain half of my goal. I'm excited and ready for this blog to start. Thanks for reading!

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