Dreamland

I'm more than mildly impressed with the mind's willingness (or maybe it's forced on a physiological level) to uninhibit itself while sleeping.

I had a "eyes flash open, hair matted in sweat, heart pounding through my chest, brain racing to catch up with reality" moment last night. Why does our body torture itself like this? Various scientists make the claim that it's our brain trying to prepare us; it's teaching us how to survive through the worst possibilities. If that's the case, my mind is readying me for the apocalypse.

It pulled out all the stops last night. I'm not talking zombies and werewolves - think of your deepest fears and multiply them until you're in the corner crying. Yes, it was that fun. So, my question is, now that I've battled through the terrors lurking in the corners of my thoughts (and my brain gave me the upperhand - I couldn't prevent the crushing events, but I never lost hope) will I indeed be more prepared to handle and logically evaluate similar situations if they actually occur? A Nova episode on dreams discussed studies that showed improved performance on specified activities that the subject had dreamt about previously. (ex. Man dreams about ping-pong and afterwards plays more skillfully)

Scary dreams can claw their way into my slumber, I'll handle it. My brain must have great plans for me... World domination?

A sad day.

Something horrible happened this weekend. I try so hard to keep my guard up - if I'm not vulnerable nothing can hurt me, right? Well, I failed at that yesterday. I was courted and couldn't resist. My life is forever changed, because now I'll always wonder if I can ever have anything quite as good as what I so briefly got to taste. I understand now why so many put so much effort into having something like this - the way it makes you feel elated and powerful is addicting and irresistable. It's like nothing and no one can stand in your way.

Meet Aiden

Surgery

Dad just finished getting hip surgery, and all went well! I have a feeling the next six months will be a struggle for all of us.

Awarded for poetry

I've been digging through old files looking for records/letters of rec and found this in the process. It's a poem I wrote my senior year of high school that won some awards. The piece that was submitted was visually structured differently than how I typed it below, but it would take me forever to re-create it!

Secluded

Troublesome thoughts traipse through her mind
Her delicate profile hangs heavy with reflection
The undisclosed secrets bear down on her soul
elegant, unrevealing, engrossed
Alone with only her feelings of distress
Her fair figure languishing
for one to come unbind her trapped spirit.