Dream Inspired IV: In B Flat

In B Flat

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So this isn.t really a dream inspired post but it sure is something. I came across it today on my webventures and couldn.t stop smiling. As a musician [sortof] i found this incredibly creative and intrigueing and i know i.ll be a frequent visitor on those days when i really need something to make me smile, or just entertain me like the mindless monkey i am. I hope you find this as interesting as i do.

Brand New Issue

Hip hip hooray world! Rena.s distant problem about not being able to dream is a thing of the past. In the past two days i have had a total of three separate dreams [one was a nap dream...i like naps]. However. A new problem has arisen from the ashes and is bent on making me miserable. These new dreams i.ve been having are so awesome and cool and creative. So much so that i literally feel like i.m watching a movie i.m starring in [i almost always dream about myself...that sounds conceited doesn.t it]. The problem boys and girls, is that these dreams are so incredibly long and complex that it is almost impossible for me to remember them literally seconds after i wake up.

In the first dream i had, i was with a guy who wasn.t my boyfriend and was defending him with some wicked cool martial arts moves while he was playing beach volleyball [i was so badass]... all of a sudden boyfriend and i are with a large group of people walking down a hallway looking for a room in a huge hotel or something... we peep inside a room... full of gangsters... we run away... i get tired of running... apparently not too tired to stay behind and kick some asses... ... ... i.m suddenly with two blonde women, each with a blonde baby [i think i was one of the blonde women]... one of the blondies get.s upset, puts her baby on the floor, then storms off... i put my baby down to pick up the abandoned one... boyfriend appears, he looks different... boyfriend and baby and i go on a tiny train ride to make abandoned baby happy [what happened to our baby]... cops show up and take abandoned baby from us because we weren.t suitable parents... ... ...

Wow i remembered more than i thought i would. But trust me, there was way more stuff involved, and i can.t remember even a speck of the other rwo dreams. Unfortunately most of my dreams get interrupted before they finish...I have a baby brother who is an early riser and likes to let everyone in the house know it.

So now i have a new idea for absolutely anybody and everybody that might stop by every week or two. Email me at madlyrena@gmail.com and tell me your most memorable dream or absolutely anything else dream related you would like to share. I.ll even accept the other connotation of dreams, as in aspirations [when i was younger i dreamed of becoming a ballerina... but that doesn.t compare to another girl i knew who dreamed of becoming a firetruck when she grew up]. I really hope you hop on board and fuel my dream train [oh man that was corny, i apologize for my lameness].

Dream Inspired III: Coin Laundry

I took a nap today and had a dream! But it was so long and complicated i could only remember snippets of it. The snippets were so small and random, turning the dream into a story would.ve been more confusing then you could imagine, so i.ll spare your brain and do another dream inspired post.

This is a video i found while visiting some of my favorite blogs today. I couldn.t help but notice it because it was posted about 5 times at 5 different blogs i visited in one sit down. So i thought it must be good. I started watching it and thought...man this is weird [the beatboxing really threw me off] but i stuck to it and thought the song was almost as adorable as the girl singing it, Lisa Mitchell. I do enjoy finding new up and coming artists. Makes me feel special to say "i knew about them waaaay before they became popular." Being pompous can be fun. In the end, i was so glad i found this video/song because the concept fit perfectly with my dream blog. Lucky? I can be. Enjoy the video Coin Laundry by Lisa Mitchell.

Dazed And Confused

It was a dream that started with a computer. The same computer that my frail fingers seem permanently attached to. I was not alone, but i was confused. Three businessmen were with me with me in a room with no origin. Though i cannot recall the room itself, i remember the darkness that blanketed me, and the moon that shone on my computer screen. The three men argued and discussed. What did they discuss? I do not know. Perhaps one was actually a woman. I felt so confused. I focused on my computer screen where a college application appeared. It was a rewrite. I was stuck on a line that needed me to fill in the blank with a fancy letter C at the end. Unfortunately, i couldn.t find the letter on my keyboard that only bore the regular C. What a disappointment.

I pressed each button multiple times. The volume button when pressed would begin to stick from the front of my computer like the dvd player on the other side. I pressed that button the most. The whirring sound it made pleased me like a 2 year old child. I wasn.t ashamed. Soon the button began to readjust my computer screen, producing a sound i didn.t like at all. My screen was broken and it was trying to fix it. I tried to mend my broken baby by reconnecting the top of the screen together. Purple and black machinery protruded from both sides. I tried with the little strength i had to connect the two pieces that looked like lego bionicle peices. They fit perfectly. But the fancy C was yet to be found.

I found myself at the top of my high school staircase, though it seemed much larger than i remembered. I ventured down the stairs with confidence, passing by both friends and acquaintances without stopping with a simple hello. I.d breeze pass each girl i saw with a pompous glance, knowing i was so much better than them. The path down the stairs seemed never-ending as i tirelessly followed them down to the ground floor. I was looking for a familiar door to a familiar classroom of a teacher i needed. One who could cure me of my woe and show me the way to the fancy letter C.

I found the crowded classroom and walked in with caution. It looked like a drama room filled with junk. I sat in the seat closest to the front and failed to notice that i had never seen the classroom before, or the bespectacled teacher with the creepy smile and curly brown hair. She seemed busy so i waited for her to be done. To ease my boredom i pulled out an old yearbook to skim through the pages, something i couldn.t due for too long due to an unwelcome interruption. Someone poked my shoulder, it was a girl i had known since middle school. Not a friend but not a foe. She asked to see the yearbook, it was of the utmost importance. I answered with a stern no, i was reading it. She didn.t give up. I eventually did.

The song River Flows In You by Yiruma was playing in the background. I loved this song and didn.t want it to end. Though i was becoming impatient, the song seemed to soothe me. I asked a boy i knew next to me when i.d be able to talk to the teacher. He told me if i had something to say, i.d need to take the red-banded microphone and say it in front of the class. I stood up and grabbed a black micrphone and tapped it against my palm to test the sound. The class then roared that i was using the wrong mic. I turned around to find the right one. The busy teacher stood next to me but continued to ignore me. I walked past her to what seemed like a small junk fort. A woman with long blonde hair and black glasses sat in the cramped fort topless, looking down at a clipboard. I tried not to stare at her small shriveled breasts that made me exceedingly uncompfortable. I found the black microphone with the red band around it and turned to the classroom, ready to make my request...

I woke up before i could find that cursed fancey C.

Dream Inspired II: Setsuna Rensa

Press pause on my music player. My second dream inspired post is another music video. It.s the music video for the song Setsunarensa by Radwimps. I am a big fan of Japanese music of any genre, The band Radwimps is one of my newer finds. I don.t speak Japanese so i never know exactly what they.re saying, but that hardly matters, the sound is what captivates me. Don.t worry if you don.t understand what.s going, neither do i, i honestly don.t think we.re supposed to.

Setsunarensa is a very...creative video. The randomness is obvious and abundant. All in all, it.s just weird. We.ve all had dreams like this, the ones that make absolutely no sense and leave you thinking "what the fuck?" Like a dream about playing soccer in the forest with an inflated banana, perhaps one of my weirdest.

Love Story

There once was a boy. There once was a girl.

He saw her. She saw him.

...

They fell in love.

All things must end.

So this isn.t a dream i had, more like a dream i have. A waking dream. I asked for love and i got it, but after a year, i.m ready to take it back. To put it simply, I want my current relationship to end. I know i know, if you don.t want to be with the guy just end it yourself. But my situation is a little more complicated than that [though i wish it were that simple]. Which is why i have to resort to scheming to get him to break up with me like in those cheesy chick flicks...not that i watch them. It.s either that or try to fulfil my other waking dream, build a time machine.

Photos by Luminati

Dream Inspired I: Us

Press pause on my blogs ipod. I know, i know you love this song but it.s just for a minute i swear. I.ve decided to start something new in my dream blog called dream inspired. Anytime i come upon a video that reminds me of a dream or sometimes maybe even a picture...anything really, i.ll post it as a dream inspired post. This is dream inpsired 1, the music video Us by Regina Spektor.

I.ve known about Regina Spektor for awhile now, and i loved her mainstream song Fidelity. Today i sat down and listened to some of her other songs on yahoo music and realized how awesome and unique they are. Even more unique are her music videos. Each one of her videos has a whimsical dreamlike theme that makes you feel like you.re watching a crazy [tim burton-like] movie, and you can.t help but want to watch it until the end. I hope you enjoy this dream.

Almost There.

I went to bed around 6 am last night and woke up around 2 in the afternoon, and within that time, i was able to have a dream. The only problem is, i can.t seem to remember any of it. During my project a few months ago, i was able to recollect all of my vivid dreams like a story. Beginning. Middle. End. Every night. Unfortunately i could only remember bits and pieces of this one.

I found myself in a large classroom i didn.t recognize. Fortunately i was able to recognize a few faces seated like prized dolls on a shelf. Each face sat three to a desk instead of the normal number one, in the most perfectly perfect rows i had ever laid my uncaring eyes on. The muffled noise of conversation filled the room and put me at ease. I walked a familiar path i had never seen before to a desk at the back of the room. I noticed the face of a friend and began to smile, though someone took my place at her side. I told her that her hair seemed astonishingly red today, she agreed that it was more extraordinary than normal. I returned her kind grin, amused by her sarcasm, and began to walk away to greet another face i knew so well. I smiled in disbelief at her humorous appearance. A normally braided beauty now had long flowing hair as dark as night, running along the floor. I greeted her with another hair compliment, only this time the sarcasm was mine. She chuckled at my expression as she ran her fingers through her mane and flipped it obnoxiously. I turned to walk away once more when i accidentally stepped on her equally obnoxious locks. A moment of insight revealed to me that it was nothing more than a knotted wig. I took one last glance at my funny friend and realized that her luscious locks had disappeared entirely [from under my foot and over her head] and returned her back to normal...

After that, i remember absolutely nothing, though i.m sure i.m missing something, alot of things probably. Though i haven.t completely done what i.ve set out to do, i.m glad to say, i.m almost there.

Insomnia

So... unfortunately, a flaw has been discovered in my brilliant idea to use this blog as my very own personal open to the uncaring public dream blog. And this flaw boys and girls is the fact that i.ve had insomnia all summer. Sure i have a few dreams stored away in my actual journal but getting new ones is going to be a problem. I.m going to be a psyche major so i know a few things about the whole dream thing in my brain. And i know that the more sleep i get the more likely it is for me to dream and go into REM sleep [even though people can dream before reaching REM too]. But i haven.t been getting any sleep at all. I.ve decided to just stay up all day and hop up on caffeine then crash early tonight. If i get my sleep patterns back on track everything should be ok. I just really want this idea to work even though so far it.s a definite bust. I can.t wait to write down my crazy dreams and have people see just how mental my thought process can be. Is that too much to ask. Where the hell are you sandman. Oh well, till then. ttfn.

Dreamy

I am so glad to say that i finally figured out what to do with this blog. I plan on turning it into a dream journal, more specifically a dream blog. A few months ago for a psychology project i created a dream journal and actually found it very interesting. I will be rewriting my old dreams and hopefully i.ll have new ones to add frequently. I can.t wait.

Truly Madly

I was shopping on urban outfitters dot com today. I love their stuff that fits my style. So many tee shirts so little money to spend. I found a brand that uo sells whose merchandise really caught my eye. Truly Madly Deeply. The name was almost as cool as the shirt it sold. I decided it would be a cool name for my blog. Too bad i actually really liked the name of my first blog [external sunshine] and didn.t want to change it. So, when in doubt, start anew. I made a new blog and named it after my online inspiration. Truly Madly Deeply minus the deeply. Unfortunately, i haven.t decided what to do with this blog yet. External Sunshine is like my personal diary. Crüked Specs is my literary nonsense. Perhaps i will use truly madly for art or perhaps a photoblog. Maybe i.ll mimic my milk toof and create my own children.s stories minus the children.s. I.m at a creative loss. Any suggestions?