Dream Analysis

Okay.

So ever since...probably about the beginning of last summer, before I would go to bed, I would say my prayers. Every night, along with all my well-wishing for those I love, I would pray for a dream. What can I say, I love to dream. (Not in the figurative or curing cancer sense, literal dreaming.) My real life lacks a certain "oomph" that I can get when I dream. While you're dreaming you can feel all of the emotions and experiences you've been missing in the land of waking.

But enough of that poetry mess.

My recent past dreams have been a little weird...to say the least. A quite entertaining one involves, my roommate Steven's relationship, and I suppose playing too much "Ninja Gaiden Sigma."

So in this one, I'm apparently the ninja in "Ninja Gaiden Sigma" who has just been able to pin down this really strong fiend, who happens to be Steven's girlfriend. I haven't spent that much time with her, so her face in my dream was a bit fuzzy. But it was definitely Steve's girl. How am I so sure? Because while I am pinning her down, I am yelling at my roommate, who has this really big sword in his hands, to finish her off! (Yeah...really weird.)

So Steve is there.

Sword raised.

Me yelling, "Come on Steven! You have to do it!"

Steven is objecting, "I can't!"

"You have to! It's not her anymore! Just another fiend!"

"I can't do it." My roommate dejectedly admits as the sword fall from his clutches. While the fiend escapes my grip and gets away.

That one was pretty out there but this is not why I am posting tonight at 4 A.M. My most recent dream is by far the biggest mindfuck that hit me ever. I mean, this last one was some really hardcore Freudian shit. (You can tell how serious, I am by my use of expletives.)

Just to warn you, my dreams get pretty disjoint jumping from scene to scene. I also know now, after thinking about it for a while, why most of this is happening. Ask me of a real explanation later.

OK. So for some reason I'm on this trip on a boat. I am in the cabin of the ship, so it's just like being in a room, but I definitely know I am on a boat. There are like 3 other people there but I can't tell who they are, besides some captain figure. They must not have been very important. Oh yeah, in this cabin is a bed I pretty much reside on during most of the dream. So eventually, (After some dream-time-lapse) we stop and the captain guy and the other people open the door and leave the cabin of the boat. I get up to see where we are, and as it ends up we are at this like dried up dock. "Yeah...uhh...ok," is what's going through my dream-self's head. (Insert disjointedness here.) So I decide to go back on this boat. I open the door to the boat, which now has been connected to this hallway for some reason. (I left through one door, but came in the boat through this hallway door.) And now there is my friend from Kansas at this desk angrily, but loudly, mumbling to himself, ("him" in this next quote is actually someone's name [for anonymity sake], that my friend from Kansas does not know AT ALL) "Damn him! Why did she go to him! It's all his fault!" and other stuff along those lines. Again I am thinking, "Yeah...uhh...ok." and go to the bed and fall asleep. After a while someone wakes me up with, get this, a kiss on the forehead. The sensation of her lips on my forehead, felt quite real. As is ends up, the one who woke me up was this girl I hung out with a lot of the time this past summer. "Hey. How you doin?" in this calming gentle voice she tells me. I can't ever quite piece a sentence together when I'm dreaming, but I realize, "Hey, why not take this time to actually kiss her now? I mean she kissed me first." So I try to lean for this small kiss, but here lips are just always like slightly moving away every time I lean in. Its not like she was pushing me away, it was more like a slight tilt of her head was JUUUUST enough for me to not reach.

Then after a little while, I woke up.

"GOD DAMNIT!! It was a dream!" Was screaming through my head. "WTF! What was all of that going on?!"


It's taken me a little bit, and I've self-analyzed what been going on. And boy, subconscious sure is hiding thing my awake mind has been wondering about for a while.

What to do.

Class at 5:00-6:30 on Mondays and Wenesdays.

That's it.

I feel like a bum...








...Until Tuesday or Thursday rolls around.

Welcome to Sympathy.

"Whenever I investigate a smell, I find that the answer is always bad. It's never: What is that?...Muffins!"

-Demetri Martin

I find that when ever you truly relate to an anime character the relation is always bad. It's never: I know how he feels...that Speed Racer. I recently watched an anime suggested to be by a friend called "N.H.K. にようこそ" or "Welcome to the N.H.K."

It's basically about this guy who is a complete good-for-nothing shut-in ,for lack of better description, who eventually seeks help to cure him of his, what the series calls, hikikomori ways.

I quite enjoyed it. The show follows only a real handful of characters, which is good, and builds exactly who they are. I'm beginning to think I like shows where you get to know the characters alot. Getting to know the characters, you can't help but relate to what they're going through...well, I can't. This show was obviously aimed at people, in America are called generic nerds, on the Internets are called weaboos, and in Japan are called the otaku. None of the characters are ever really "good" to relate to, I mean, I can rundown a nice annotation of the characters and you take your pick. First is Satou, I man so helplessly caught in a rut his only means of getting out of his current situation, is to find an entirely different rut to...rut around in. Next we have Yamazaki, he got a creative dream to make it big and be successful, except his own "original" views tend to segregate him from his peers not to mention, bad lady luck. There's also Kashiwa, Satou's upperclassmen, successful school and business is jaded by the real world and its nature, she's owns a myriad of drugs to help her feel just the way she wants. The list goes on. And to carry on the generic conflict, there's is a nice relationship love story behind the entire thing that keeps you wanting to know what is going to happen next.

"Oh man, story of my life." I keep telling myself as I watch the show with sympathetic snickers and sighs. I relate well to Satou and Yamazaki, but towards Yamazaki alot more...I mean he's trying to make a video to make it big, has that oh so lovely girl problem...hello? There's a couple of lines he says that will help feed that nice emo side of you like, "Romantic love is a trap designed to expand capitalism." But there was one line specifically, "Nothing happened to me! It's just that my theory from the past has been proven..."

Greatness...that's my character.

This anime is definitely going under personal favorites, although it is definitely not for just anyone to watch. There is a charming love story behind the whole thing but it's probably not as straightforward for non-otaku to keep the show going. If you're curious, just go to veoh.com and search for Welcome to the NHK, they've got them all. I had a rousing good time.


きえるせろ、おんあども！

Stream

Hello.

Hi.

What's up.

Oh, not much. You?

Meh.

Meh? What's that supposed to mean.

Just meh.

Oh come on, something's bothering you.

You're right, but I say meh.

You're not telling me anything.

That's how I am, and for lack of better words and bad anime subbing...I'm perverse, so meh.

You're annoying sometimes, you know.

Yeah.

So what's really on your mind?

Alot, and you'd think I'd have this big fear of what's ahead, but I really just want to know what's missing from me right now.

Missing?

Yeah, ever since school started back in late August, things have been very empty in my life.

You know there's better guidance than me.

Yeah, I went there and I don't think I'm without that.

Sorry bud can't help you, but I know how your feel.

Oh gee, thanks alot.

Hey...shut up.