Dreaming

It's funny how your subconscious works, I was dreaming and I was out at this desert-like world and our guide suddenly went still and we've learned to freeze when he does that. Evidently we were aware we were in danger because the electrical buzzing of generators went quiet, it was a sign, a warning before an attack by--don't remember, anyway, that's when I woke up and realize that there was a blackout in RL and the fact that the silence of generators was actually my brain noticing the lack of sound from my fan.


Plus, when 10 years ago I would think my guide as old, since I'm 31 now, I thought of him as hot. LOL. ‪#‎dreaming‬ ‪#‎doingitright‬

Day 12: Mood Journal

I am sick. That is all.

Oh, and problems with editor is now fixed. It's all good now. Tuesday will have more news about the publishing of Touched: The Sword. I am doubtful that it will come out mid-Feb.

An old friend of mine messaged me telling me that his music album (that he has been working since forever) will hopefully be out the end of this month. He had knocked off 4 songs and has 6 songs to go over.

I'm really proud of him and he's really good too. He has a smooth, crooning and voice and his musicality isn't something to scoff at either. 

Here is a sample of what he does. This one is his cover of Maroon 5's Smooth Like Jagger (Latin Jazz Cover) which I really, really love. 

We often chat about how we suffer for our art, how we do it, why we do it, the reactions of people around us, the obstructions we get, the disappointments, the sweet success, and it wasn't a couple of months ago that we met for lunch and discussed about how he wanted to see me (who is still flushed from having signed a contract with a publisher) to gain some sort of momentum (and for me to whine about wanting to listen to his new songs (which I actually got to do)).

I think he just wanted to see that yeah, dreams really do come true.

And hey, it's funny that we have progress in the same month. LOL.

The thing with him is, that he was really a perfectionist, you know? And he's also very academic, and I've always thought of him as someone who'll get a steady office job. Of course, back at school he rapped and loved music but as usual teenagers do, oh, and he also played the piano (but it was something we all did as we grew up, go to madrasah (which I didn't), go be a scout (which I also didn't) and learn to play an instrument (which I did)), so it was a surprise for me when he suddenly played the guitar, SING and got a band.

We both want the same thing, you know, to have what we love as our job. We both know that we still have a long way to go but, we want that.

It's the light at the end of the tunnel. 

We met when we were 10 at a spelling bee. Become friends at highschool, talked and emailed through college and the occasional 'happy birthday' calls...and now we both urge each other on to reach our dreams.

Life is funny that way. 

DUDE, the weirdest (and awesomest) dream to date:

Genre: Horror/ Supernatural Thriller

Characters: Me (for a change) and some other people that I thought I knew but not really.

Location: A somewhat creepy yet atmospheric mansion+grounds.

World: Kind of dystopian

Timeline: Future

Summary: The world is hit by a new virus, and people who are (as always) are isolated inside a compound and observed closely. No this is not another zombie dream.

Atmosphere: Dark, gloomy. Storm clouds overhead, and the colors are strictly pale blue, gray blue, black and green with the forest surrounding the mansion.

Anyway, I share a room in this so called mansion (dark wood, dark wood paneling, floors, kind of posh and vaguely disturbing and vast) with two other girls. The situation is pretty bleak but somehow not hopeless, we all know there was something wrong with us, that we are turning into something more than human, evident in the others who had fully turned shown by the paleness of their eyes and the pin prick of their pupils. And strangely, the length of their hair. They had awesome hair.

But, I digress.

It was also evident in the way they move, in their silence as if they're hearing something that normal people doesn't.

No, again. It is not zombies, not vampires not even werewolves. Strangely, this virus that we all have is actually turning us into--wait for it--changelings.

What is changelings you ask?

A changeling is a creature found in Western European folklore and folk religion. It is typically described as being the offspring of a fairy, troll, elf or other legendary creature that has been secretly left in the place of a human child.
Wikipedia

So, anyway, Fairies, in the lore has always have problem with their offsprings, either they die, they can't have it with each other or they don't last long. So, to get over this problem, they either kidnap human babies, lure children away or get it on with humans.

But, in my dream, apparently the fairies are a dying race but they've managed to find a solution. They virused their blood and infect pure humans and turn them in some ways, into a hybrid of human and fairie. They would enrich their blood and their kind in a much faster way.

Don't ask me how, don't ask me about the science. Anyway, that was the dream. I didn't get to finish it.

Damn. Still cool though. I wonder what I'll be dreaming tonight.