Other people's dreams
Do you ever wake up dissapointed because your dream has finished?
I don't know about you. But sometimes I dream about really cool things. Being invisable, being with the girl of my dreams, being stinking rich etc and etc. Last night I had a dream that I could fly. It was brilliant. I could go anywhere I wanted, go as fast as I liked, soar above the ground bound people below. I felt sad when I woke up knowing that I was a victim of gravity like everybody else. What if there was a machine that allowed you to pick what you dreamt about. What would you pick?
Are there any practical reasons for dreaming. And come to think of it. why do we dream at all? Is it our brain letting us know that there is some higher reality above this one?
Do coma victims dream? If so, imagine how dissapointed they must feel to learn thay are not actually the king of France but merely a cyclist knocked from their saddle by a man in a white van.
Have you ever thought that we might be dreaming right now? Perhaps that's what reality is, one long dream about ourselves and everybody else around us dosen't exsist but are actually only variations on ourselves and we all live a chaotic life where our brain thinks up new stories for us to live, without letting us know wht the story is and when it'll end.
Or maybe we don't exsist at all. What if we all figmants of someone's imagination, someone else's dream. If we are being dreamt up by someone. The over all question is: who?
Because it certainly isn't me.
Music: Radiohead- Like Spinning Plates
It always rains at theme parks
Let me ask you something.
Have you ever gone to a theme park for a day and have it not rain at least once? I've been to dozens of theme parks dozens of times and absolutly everytime it's rained. I started a new job four days ago at a theme park near my house, and every shift I'm on it starts raining. Perhaps it's just because of the fact that I live in England and it rains more or less every day anyway. Or perhaps it's just me. Maybe I'm only one who notices it. Or maybe I only think I've seen it rain.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that theme park rain is always a bad thing. Often when standing in the queue for a roller coaster, the constant dripping of the rain on the twisted metal structure gives it an air of mystique. Hollywood directors always use rain to highten the tension of a scene and the same is true of rain on a roller coaster. It can be as if you're boarding a film set.
But on the other hand. Theme park rain does stain and tear your map of the park.
I suppose I'd better introduce myself as I'm a new writer. So I briefly will.
My name's Kristian. I'm nineteen years old, male. I live in the new city of Milton Keynes which is fifty miles north of London. As I've said I work at a theme park and I live at home with my mum, dad and brother called 'Wax'.
I'll establish more as I get better at writng this web log.
Music: Travis- Why Does It Always Rain On Me?
My name's Kris. And I doubt anyone will ever get to read this. Unless I ask someone to of course, then someone might read it. But what I mean is I doubt anyone will ever read this without prompting from me.
With that in mind, I guess I can write absolutly anything I want about anyone I want. Not that I will. This might well be the only time I ever post anything on this site. Or who knows, perhaps this journal will be the talk of the internet or be as famous as Napoleon's war diaries or the diary of Anne Frank. But then, I doubt it.
If anyone does happen apon this then I thank you for taking the time to read it, and I may (or may not) be making further updates in the future. Either way it should be a bit of fun.
Music: Lemon Jelly- The staunton Lick