leene_chan | My back is killing me. (Reply)

It's been hurting me a lot lately. Right between my shoulder blades. :: pokes at it:: I wish the pain would go away. I'd take a bath if our tub didn't have such bad drainage!

;_;

I was planning on doing something creative tonight, like painting a doll (probably Emilie's) or starting work on a mini SD dress, but I'm just too tired. I can't pinpoint exactly what I've been doing that's exhausting me, but for some reason doing a lot of mental work (like studying Japanese) can take its toll on me more in the form of physical exhaustion than anything. Augh...::whacks herself in the back:: Maybe I need to improve my posture. I do have an tendency to slouch when no one's watching. ^_^;

I had two stupid dreams last night. One of them was about Tales of Destiny 2, even though I didn't play it that much yesterday. I really need to get out more! -___- Anyway, in my dream I was nosing around Woodrow's castle and I found something that looked like a lamp on top of a bookshelf in the hall leading to his bedroom. So, being the clever explorer that I was, I shot at it with the Sorcery Ring (it shoots out fire, and you use it to burn stuff in the game). The lamp lit up with a blue flame, and then the whole room caught on fire! After a long sequence with the castle burning to the ground, I met Woodrow on top of a smoking pile of rubble. He congratulated me on my skill (?) and gave me some "holy torch" that I was apparently supposed to use to enter the next dungeon. Or maybe it was a legendary weapon. 6_6 Anyway, in my dream, I thought "Fine, but is it really okay to burn down the entire place? How does that factor into the plot?" and to be on the safe side, I hit reset. End of dream number one.

Okay, I admit that was stupid and pointless, but wouldn't it be funny if you could do that in an RPG? ^________^

In my next dream, I was supposed to be babysitting this girl who was 12 or 13 years old. I was supposed to entertain her and help her with her homework every other day, but on one of my days off her mother called me on the phone and told me that she hadn't come home after school. I found out, after a little policework on my part, that she had been kidnapped and murdered by the Local Weirdo (The Lovely Bones, anyone?). Her mother blamed me. Why didn't I hear her screams? Anyway, I was pretty shook up about this, but my parents had company and I didn't know how to break the news to them with an audience around. I waited until my mother was alone in the kitchen (washing dishes, of course)and told her why I was so upset that day. And in front of guests! (It's strange how in dreams the people that we live with act completely out of character, and we never question it, humm....) She didn't seem to "get" it, so I showed her a picture of the girl in question. I had it in my wallet, uh huh....And my mother just said "Gee, she sure is dressed provocatively for a 12 year old!" and "She's kind of grown-up, isn't she?" And then she eyed me suspiciously, and I started shrieking at her that if she thought that girl wouldn't have been killed if she hadn't been so well-developed for her age, she was an terrible person and I didn't want anything to do with her! End of dream two.

Yeah, my dreams never make any sense. Sometimes I find them entertaining, but that second one creeped me out. The only thing that made me feel better was that it was hot and muggy outside in my dream, and it's obviously winter over here! Heh. I never have any doubts about being asleep or awake when I'm dreaming, but it almost seems like my dream world is a place in itself, running on different time and with its own set of rules. Whenever I fall asleep and dream, I always end up in the same place. And it's always the same kind of weather!