Dream Theme

Lately my dreams have been strangely thematic. Each dream has been focused around one, and exactly one person I know, with brief cameos from other people. Furthermore, each dream has always had the theme that said person gets me in trouble. So far I've had three of these dreams that I recall well, and I'm going to write them down for my own personal enjoyment.

Da-Ryun

Woke up, in my underwear, in a very cold, misty forest. Looked around and somehow concluded that I was dreaming, so I conjured up some clothes and put them on - and promptly got attacked by zombies. Tried to use my lucid dreaming power to stop them, but couldn't - and so I had to run, through a very hilly forest.

While running, I contemplated how it could be that if I was dreaming, I couldn't put a stop to the zombies. Then I realized - somehow, by that magical dream deduction - that I wasn't in my own dream. Somehow, instead of waking up, I had stumbled into one of Da-Ryuns dreams.

Spent a large part of the dream trying to locate Da-Ryun's dream-self, so that I could wake her up, all the while hiding from zombies and the agents of some evil corporation that had deployed them. Eventually found that Da-Ryun was trying to steal one of the evil corporation's submarines. She was unaware that she was dreaming.

I approached her stealthily and managed to inform her of the fact just as we were about to be gunned down by the evil corporation, and Da-Ryun teleported us straight to an ambassadorial meeting with the King, the Queen, the President, and the Prime Minister of Korea(?) Somewhat to my surprise, it turned out the French ambassador was Natalie, from my IB-class. I sat back and chatted with her for a bit, until apparently Da-Ryun saw it fit to evict me from her dream.

Somehow I knew I was in my own dream again, so I lucid-conjured up some ice cream and ate it until I woke up. It was by far the strangest dream.

Kristin

This dream began when I found a hidden sauna in the university house (I think. Not entirely sure on where it was). Somehow it had been sneakily hidden behind one of the lecture halls, accessible only by the staff. I told pretty much everyone I knew about it on account of how awesome it was, and Kristin - for some reason - got obsessed with trying it out. With her usual powers of persuasion, she managed to talk the rest of us into sneaking into the university at night to use it.

We snuck into the place and began to sweat away, having a generally good time. Then, suddenly, the place was crashed by a group of loud, angry, testosterone-filled fratboys, who claimed they had a right to use the sauna because they had discovered it first. This made Kristin really, really angry - so she issued a challenge over who would have a right to it. And the challenge was...

A swimsuit sparkrace. Yes, my subconscious is apparently that deranged.

Naturally I wound up being chosen as our champion, with Kristin sitting on the seat and me being the kick-engine. The chosen track would be between my house in Karlstad, and the ICA we always go to.

It started out well, with me gaining a huge advantage on the fratboys, primarily because of how they were American and had never seen a spark before. But on the way back from ICA, on the final lap, one of them had somehow prepared the bridge so that I slipped, dumping Kristin into the extremely wee tiny stream that it crosses over. But I realized it was okay, because it's summer so she wouldn't freeze. That made me wonder why the hell there was snow around. I guess at that point my brain gave up on trying to make sense, cause I woke up.

Sara

This dream began on a train. Almost the entire dream took place on a train, but in various weird ways. I was on my way to Sara, but then suddenly she came on to the train, which mildly surprised me - she had gotten us two tickets for Cuba. What surprised me the most was how we could at all go to Cuba by train, but I didn't want to seem stupid by asking.

Somehow, magically, the same train was now headed for Cuba, but we would have to stop in the US and change trains. The train became really cramped - apparently it was popular to go to the US by train - until eventually the conductor came out, a big fat man with huge moustaches sounding like the worst parody of Göteborg you have ever heard. He explained that there had been a change of plan; rather than a detour around the US, the train would pull over to stop in Stockholm before it went on straight to Cuba.

In Stockholm, me and Sara got off to buy some provisions for the long trip to Cuba. I was really worried the train was going to leave without us, so I talked to Sara about it. She was more worried about how she had forgot to buy return tickets. Naturally, this distressed me a bit more, and I began wondering if it wouldn't be wiser to just stay in Stockholm - but Sara was hell-bent on going.

Unfortunately, as we tried to find our way back to the train, the entire station changed. It looked exactly like standing inside a game of Labyrint; entire corridors vanished, walls came out of nowhere, some opened up - and suddenly the train station was some sort of hellish maze we had to run through. Suddenly developing superhuman athletics, I dashed across the entire station le parkour-style (which was a very cool part of the dream) but to no avail - the train for Cuba had already departed. I broke down completely about having missed it and became really angry with Sara (again, for no apparent reason).

Then, the conductor appeared, apparently with the intent of trying to kill me for leaving my luggage on the train. I found it wisest to run, but was cameo-saved at the last moment by David and Love, dressed as Men In Black, who informed me that it was indeed a dream and I would do best to wake up.

So, if I've pulled you guys into my dreamscape (or vice versa, Da-Ryun) I'm very sorry for messing up your dream-selves. But none of the stupid ideas were mine, mind you.

Asbestos Brain

I don't understand. Somehow it's as if my mindset is permanently stuck in another mode; I can't understand the maths I'm supposed to do, for no apparent reason. I'm sure it's not very hard - my brain just doesn't accept it right now. It doesn't seem to accept anything.

I'm exploding with creativity and my ability to take things in is in lockdown - I had to strain myself to understand what was going on in Disney's Tarzan earlier today. Somehow my brain just wants to create, not consume.

Perhaps I'm spoiled with always enjoying to study - cause right now I don't enjoy it, and that makes it almost impossible.

A Very Good Birthday

I have had a Very Good Birthday. I shall note it down to remember it.

Blueberry Birthday Cake
A Great Drawing was Made (for me! sing ho for the life of a me!)
I Maybe Have a Medical Problem with Weight (but now at least the doctors have my blood)
They Have a Lot of It (my blood) but I Will Be Okay.
Blueberry Birthday Cake
Björn is Visiting (this is very good).
Sydow Paid A Visit, and Discussed The East
Which Is A Present I got.
It is a whole Direction
from my Girlfriend.

All in all,
Today was a Very Good Birthday.

Today is a day that made me feel like I want to live for a very long time.

Outro!

*shwap-a-bap-bap-diddely-dum*

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Lost In Space

You know, the more I study linear algebra, the more fascinated I get by it. Sure, it's a stupidly hard subject, but I find myself enjoying math in a way which I haven't done since the start of this education.

I've gone through quite a few types of space - P-space, R-space, M-space, et cetera; and I just had an epiphany reading the very last chapter of the course. Again, I love how this course book is built - you go "huh?" for the most part of it and then it ties everything up so neatly all of a sudden.

Apparently, the book ends on, there is only need for one space of every given dimension. Meaning, there is only need for one three-dimensional space, there is only one two-dimensional space, and so on and so forth. Essentially, there exists a "vanilla"-space, in which all kinds of mathemathical phenomena can be described.

So, for example, all equations of the form a+bx+cx^2=0 exist in Vanilla Three. So do all three-dimensional vectors, as do all two-dimensional planes. Every straight line can be described in Vanilla Three. In short, pretty much everything that can be described with three or fewer distinct variables exists in Vanilla Three, if I've read the course book right.

And, to make this even more powerful - each Vanilla space can be described in a Vanilla space of greater dimension. Vanilla Two is nested in Vanilla Three. Vanilla Four contains both of them. As far as I can tell, what I've just learned is a tool for describing any mathemathical object that I've ever heard of.

This is pretty awesome.

A Quote

"Life is a wanting of things, Raimundito. You must always be wanting things in life. You will want frijoles, you will want water, you will desire women, you will desire sleep; most especially sleep. You will want a burro, you will want a new roof on your house, you will want fine shoes and again, you will want sleep. You will want rain, you will want jungle fruits, you will want good meat; you will, once more, desire sleep. You will seek a horse, you will seek children, you will seek the jewels in the great shining stores on the avenida and, ah yes, remember? You will lastly seek sleep.

Remember, Raimundo, you will want things. Life is this wanting. You will want things until you no longer want them, and then you will want sleep."

--Ray Bradbury

Four Thoughts

I haven't written here for a while now, and I have a lot to speak of, which I guess I could speak in person, but I shall write it down. For shits and giggles, so to speak.

First thought that comes to mind today, is the following:

Why is the agreement that virtually all men watch porn, such a silent agreement? Whenever I've talked about it with my male friends, it all bogs down to implying "I have, indeed, at some point, looked at porn on the Internet." Everyone knows everyone does it, so why is it never talked about? Why do we still only speak of it in innuendo, when it comes to our own pornographic habits?

(on a sidenote - do all women also watch or read porn, and just talk about it even less? somehow i doubt that is the case, but i don't know why)

Second thought that comes to mind:

The Iceye wrote about "What do people think when they see me?" - a question which made me think of my situation in school. For some hidden motive I cannot understand myself, I have tried very hard to make myself seem very uninteresting whenever I am in school. None of my usual frivolous motions, none of my bizarre behaviour; I really make an effort to seem as boring as is humanly possible. I cannot help but wonder why I have this defense mechanism; why would I want to make myself seem a lesser man in the eyes of others?

Third thought that comes to mind:

That I am insane, self-deceptive, and naive when I say the following: I genuinely believe that my imagination takes me further than any plane ticket. I hold an honest belief that a novel or a story or a roleplaying session can be a more genuine and fantastic experience than a physical journey; that reading about Egypt is more of an experience than Egypt itself, provided the book is good enough.

Is this me deceiving myself out of fear? Is it just a pathetic wish for control, for being able to see the exotic in the warm, comforting light of the familiar? Am I a creative genius full of imagination, or just a Nowhere Man in my Nowhere Land, afraid to step outside?

Fourth thought that comes to mind:

I wrote this down, and then I erased it again. Suffice to say, it concerns what the Nightflyer wrote about change, and that I would love to share this thought with you - yet I dare not put it in print. Perhaps we can talk about it.

These are my Four Thoughts for this night. Tomorrow, we shall play Hunter at Da-Ryun's apartment. On Sunday, I shall study and catch up on my combinatorics.

Right now, I shall look at pictures of naked women for a while.

(SHOCK ENDING)