I’ve had three dreams in the past month that are about me waiting to die or insinuating that I’m going to die. Oooo please share these intriguing dreams with us, do I hear you say? Well alrighty then!
In my first dream I was in a cafe like setting. Basically there were small tables everywhere with people sitting at them doing cafe-y things. At my table was me and my Mother.(Mother…that’s a bit harsh. Lets call her Mammy) I had a drip tube stuck into my arm at my ‘inside elbow’. I told this nurse-person that I was ready and there she goes and takes the drip out of my arm. Not a bother on her either! The bitch! Show a bit of sympathy, like! So I was sitting there waiting to die, when all of a sudden I became scared. Not shitting myself scared when some monster kills the blonde in a horror film, but genuinely fearful of what’s to come. I realised that if I died, I would no longer be able to experience strange but enjoyable conversations with my friends. I wouldn’t be able to laugh at my family any longer. (Yes I did mean ‘at’.) I wouldn’t be able to routinely Google my favourite celebs to see what they’re up to! I know the latter was a bit lame but I have no time for you critics! So I told the bitch-nurse that I didn’t want to die, that I wasn’t ready. So bitch-nurse, quite unemotionally, replaced the drip tube in my arm. Agus sin e. (That’s Irish for ‘and that’s it’. Please correct me if I’m grammatically wrong!)
Dream numero deux! (That’s Spanish / Italian and French for ‘number 2’. Yes I’m bilingual!) I was sitting in our TV room when I heard a call from my Mammy. She was in the kitchen. When I reached her she was looking out the window at a marvellous colourful bird. (Not a real bird might I add!) She commented on how beautiful it was and asked me if I agreed. But I replied something along the lines of ‘what does it matter, it’s not like I’m gunna be hear much longer’ (Typical teenage angst style!) That was that! End of the dream!
Dream number three was fun but sad, very much like the style of Roddy Doyle’s book ‘Paddy Clarke HA HA HA’. I was riding a horse in our field (in reality we don’t have any horses). Of course I fell off, but here’s the really fun bit. It was one of those brilliant exaggerated falls that you have in dreams. I must have fallen over the horses head because I went flying into the air! I was tumbling about and although it was very fun to experience I had to consider the consequences of my ginormous fall! So I thought that if I don’t land softly I’m going to really hurt myself. Do you know what I did to soften my landing? I rolled. Yes, I rolled onto the ground. Genius! I thought it had worked and all! But I felt my body become a bit stiff.
Next thing I knew I was in a town and I was looking for a doctor. I could feel my back and just at my shoulder blade there was a crack. Like a really pronounced crack! It protruded! I found the doctor and he/she said that my back was broken. DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!! (that’s me transcribing the music that’s played whenever something goes wrong. You know it! My transcription is brilliant!)
I went back up the town the way I had come and Mammy was there with me then. She’s one of those poofy Mammy’s, like a genie! I said to her could they not just fix my back? And do you know what she said?! ‘No, that’s the end of it now'. Nothing can be done’…………… The bitch! Wouldn’t even try to find help for her dying daughter?!?!?!………bitch………
There you have it. My three marvellous dreams about my impending death. BUT! Let me tell you what I found out! I wasn’t particularly worried about my dreams, but I just wanted to see what experienced(?) dream readers would have to say about my dreams and what they mean. So I went to the most trusted website for dream readers (<-----Sounds like a good film title. Kinda like Ghost Busters. Hmmmmm) which is Yahoo!Answers.com!
Three people answered, and all three of them replied with similar answers. They said that dreams of death are related to big changes in your life. A lot of young people would have these dreams because of the amount of times we go to new schools or new bushes. (The latter only applies to someone who has risen from the dead or transported into the future and they hail from the era of hedge schools which existed in Ireland during the 18th Century.) That makes sense to me since I started college in the last week! I wonder did you notice that Mammy was in all of my dreams. That meant that in order for me to grow up I would have to stop being molly coddled. Hang on, I’ll quote exactly what the person said: “You're growing, and to continue growing, you can't be mom's little girl any more.” Apparently I’m Mammy’s little girl! Pssh!
*Note to self: Dreams can make you rich according to Stephenie Meyer. But I wouldn’t believe her because she spells Stephanie a silly way. And she made vampires gay. Actually the fact that Edward sparkles is a telling sign that she wrote that story based on a dream. And I’m not a silly fan I just happen to know Edwards name!*
You may be wondering why I’m writing about my own personal experiences and not animation. Well this blog is actually a bit of both worlds. Lets analyze the title shall we? YES I hear you roar back. Well, the title is ‘Animate Procrastinate’. Animate refers to my animation which I will attempt and talk about through this blog. Procrastinate refers to the amount of time I spend not animating by telling you what has happened recently in my life. That ok? Good. See you in the next post then.
SWELL.
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