Friday, January 13, 2012

[Ramble] I feel like writing...

...though I have no idea what about. So my blog gets a ramble I guess. That's ultimately what it's designed for anyway, so I guess no one should be too surprised here. So, with that's said, let's talk about my dream. Not to analyze it mind you. Just because I think it's a fucking hilarious concept but I swear this really happened not even 2 hours ago.

So, I don't actually remember anything visual about my dream for certain, or at least I'm not sure that what I -can- remember isn't just based on my after-thoughts twisting it in retrospect. And thus I shant even hazard a guess as to what is truth and what is reality in that regard. However, what I do remember about said dream is probably the more important part anyway.

I dreamed in Russian.

That's right, as far as I'm aware the whole thing from beginning to end was in a completely different language I don't even know. Although, to be completely honest all I really remember is that it had Russian subtitles, and they weren't speaking English. It might have been Japanese subbed in Russian, I can't be certain now, but I definitely had Russian subtitles.

And I woke up thinking in Russian, at least... Until I swore physically and in someone's chat window (it was the first writing implement available to hand, sorry to he who got that randomly), and then it was like the English centre of my brain woke up too and went "oh fuck yeah, that's right, we don't know Russian right? You need me awake now? Okay."

In the aftermath I -thought- that my dream involved snow and arctic jackets and left over nuclear test sites of old abandoned multi-level slum buildings (my head is very cliché at the best of times), but again that could have just been the subtitles confusing the dream upon waking.

Either way I'm not sure if I should be proud that my subconscious has learned another language without me (probably form tv/movies, particularly DayWatch/NightWatch XD ), or worried that it just thinks it can and decided to confuse me about the issue. Why dream in two foreign languages? And why Russian of all things? I learned German for 4 years strain and we never use that! Why couldn't you have put all that to practical use, brain?

Although I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised, my head is full of all sorts of weird and often useless crap that shows itself at the most random and inappropriate of times. I just wish that sometimes it wouldn't be so quick to dismiss it from my grasp. Perhaps the dream was important in some way, but the truth of it will be lost to the depths of my imagination, thanks to the alarm clock.

Damn you alarm.
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