The Dreamer
- Rena Marie
- nineteen and mental ♥ i express my electric wit through my sharpie love
welcome to truly madly
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Dream Inspired XV: Her Morning Elegance
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Dream Inspired XIV: Cousins
This video is more wacky than dreamy, but thats nothing new for the weekend of vampires.
Dreamless Nights...

Monday, November 2, 2009
Dream Inspired XIII: Firelflies
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Dream Inspired XII: Alice
It.s Been So Long...

Since I.ve posted an entry. Almost a month sadly. I.ve missed blogging so much but i.ve had to put my dreams on hold for the start of my freshman year in college and other personal disasters. I promise that i will be back soon with a headful of bizarre, zany, and crazy dreams to share. I can.t wait to show how mental i.ve become. Until then. ttfn.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Dream Inspired XI: Lights








Saturday, August 15, 2009
Dream Inspired X: Where The Wild Things Are







Thursday, August 13, 2009
Shooting Stars

Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Dream Inspired IX: Strawberry Swing
Monday, August 10, 2009
Dream Inspired VIII: Dream
Dream Inspired VII: The Beatles

Sunday, August 9, 2009
Dream. Dream. Dream.

Thursday, August 6, 2009
Big Dog
I woke up with a greeting from a grizzly gray sky. What an amazingly dull scene. I tried to avert my gaze and pull my covers over my head to feel their down-filled embrace once more, but they refused to budge. Great. I accepted my lost battle and got out of bed to go get ready for... school. I found myself outside in the finger-numbing cold of the morning air. I gave one last scowl at the gray sky that continued to taunt me and began my trek to the bus stop.On my way, i found myself wondering where my bus stop was anyway. Perhaps if i never found it i could return to my room and battle those covers once more. It was at this moment that three musicians came walking towards me. A huge grin soon found itself upon my face and i went to greet them. We talked and laughed and played the guitar, until the youngest musician broke this nostalgic spell. With a pompous smirk on his face, he told us he had a date, turned around and began to walk away.
I ran after him in a selfish attempt to make him stay. I began talking to him, pleading to him to do something for me. I think i wanted one last song. He agreed, and the show began. The three musicians began playing on my roof and i was frenzied. It happened so instantaneously, i blinked twice to make sure it was real. Of course it wasn.t. I decided to go search for my lost bus stop once more. Eventually i found it, though i don.t know where, and the bus ride was fuzzy. I couldn.t remember even getting on. I was at school, though it was bit more amazing then i remembered. I don.t know why i dreaded going.
Before i knew it, i was on my way home again, when something dreadful caught my eye. A dog. A Big dog. A Huge dog. I was never afraid of dogs. But i was terrified of this one. It stood on it.s hind legs, and much taller than the policemen trying to take it down. The chase began in my front yard from what i could see, and i kept my distance. The dog jumped the fence, still on it.s hind legs and began running. The police stood their ground and kept shooting, aiming for it.s back. The chase continued, but i didn.t care to watch it, and ran home as fast as i could.
Horror stood at my doorstep. Another dog. A Bigger dog, was waiting for me. My brother stood safely behind the screen door, as i stood there dangerously in the open like a deer in the headlights. It wanted me. I didn.t know why. I didn.t care why, the top of my parents SUV was my only friend. It lunged for me but missed. Eventually it.s paw found mine, and it.s claws dug into it. So painful. It let go, and i threw myself at the door, and made it in time. The dog wanted a rematch. I closed the door in it.s face. The only rematch i wanted was with those covers. And i was going to win.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Dream Inspired VI: Good Night Moon







Monday, August 3, 2009
Dream Inspired V: La Maison En Petits Cubes
Again, not really a dream inspire but in a way... it is, and it is extremely important that you press pause on my music player for this one. I found this online today and i absolutely loved it. It is a japanese animated short film called La Maison En Petits Cubes by Kunio Katou. This beautiful film has won numerous awards including an Academy Award for best animated short film and i can definitely see why.
It.s a story about an old widower living in a town flooded by water, which forces him to continously build and rebuild new brick levels onto his flooded home to stay dry. One day, on an aquatic journey through the lower levels of his submerged home, the old man finds something more than his favorite pipe. Forgotten feelings and nostalgic memories.
It truly is a lovely story. It put tears into my eyes when i was already crying, but this time, they weren.t tears of sadness.
I think i did a bloody good job on the synopsis if i do say so myself. I loved it so much i posted the same post on my other blog, external sunshine
Enjoy!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Dream Inspired IV: In B Flat

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. Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Dream Inspired III: Coin Laundry
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.
Monday, July 27, 2009
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
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Love Story

All things must end.Sunday, July 19, 2009
Dream Inspired I: Us
Saturday, July 18, 2009
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. Friday, July 17, 2009
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.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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?




