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
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
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
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.