The Ocean Breathes Salty...

The last week or so, my dreams have featured water in them at some point. They show floods, oceans, waterfalls...etc. I think dreams in general are sometimes very meaniful and significant, the fact that water is recurring in my dreams something. There are so many theorys, I don't know what it means...

Having water in your dreams is a very common occurrence. Whether you are dreaming of an ocean, a pond, or even a glass of water, it seems everyone dreams of water at some point in their lives. And in your dreams, water alludes to the most basic parts of ourselves - emotion. Water most always represents our waking emotion. Think about the dreams of water you have had...was the water crashing ocean waves? Then chances are your waking emotions were pretty rocky and heavy as well. Was the water dark, murky, and stagnant? Then you may well have been depressed or worried before you went to sleep.


The condition of, and placement of the water in your dream is the reflection of your waking mood. Cloudy swirling water may mean confusion, and clear crisp clean water may mean that you were very happy about something.

The only cases where water will not reflect upon the dreamers mood is when the water is part of a larger dream symbol, such as a hurricane, or a whirlpool. Dreaming of a hurricane may indicate a level or chaos in your life, or even on the more obvious level - that you are frightened of situations you cannot control. Dreaming of a whirlpool means that you are afraid that you will be overcome by a person or situation in your life.

Water, much like the emotion it represents, can be an ever changing element, and while the dream may indicate those things which are at the top of your subconscious, you may not immediately realize what the dream represents.


songs on high repetition:
† Demolition by Patrick Wolf
† A Boy named Sue by Johnny Cash
† All I want for Christmas is You by Mariah Carey
† Mad about You by Hooverponic

5 things |||

five things you will find if you open my bag:

1. ipod
2. wallet
3. my crappy phone
4. pack of marlboro gold cigarettes
5. makeup (foundation, mascara & concealer)

five things in my bedroom:

1. cans of energy drinks
2. 
incense
3. framed mark ryden paintings & photos of my grandparents
4. Stuffed teddies
5. bookshelf full of dvds & books

five things i want to do in my life:

1. look pretty
2. become an old cat lady
3. catch myself a DILF
4. have a career i love
5. live in new york city

five things that make me very happy:

1. snuggling with my cat
2. drinking vodka with company
3. blogging my life away
4. spooning with a boy in bed
5. sex

five things i’m currently into:

1. practical magic by alice hoffman
2. downloading music/movies
3. pretty lingerie
4. astrology
5. energy drinks

five things on my to-do list: 

1. buy a 1TB portable hard drive
2. re dye my hair
3. think of what i'm going to do for my birthday
4. buy more cigarettes
5. lose 2 kgs

five things some people may or may not know about you:

1. i go through food obsessions, where i eat one food basically all the time till i get sick of it and turn to something else.
2. when i was younger i could lucid dream and often get confused by my dreams with real life.
3. when i'm depressed i'm tired 24/7
4. family history fascinates me
5. i'm scared of the future

Shake your head, It's empty.

I remembered what it is I like about sex: what I like about sex is that I can lose myself in it entirely. Sex, in fact, is the most absorbing activity I have discovered in adulthood. Sex is the only thing I've found like that as a grown-up, give or take the odd film: books are no longer like that once you're out of your teens, and I've certainly never found it in my work. All the horrible pre-sex self-consciousness drains out of me, and I forget where I am, the time of day...and yes, I forget who I'm with, for the time being.

- High Fidelity, Nick Hornby

I feel used up, like my spirit has slowly been sucked away and there's little left. I don't see the point in washing my hair, going out or even waking up in the morning. I feel like I'm going through the motions and not actually connecting with anything around me. Walking down the street today, I didn't even feel like I existed, that I was hollow and empty.

And the boys, there hands and lips just exhaust me. I'm nothing but a rag-doll to them but as much as that makes me sick, I'm an addict for the attention. Like an alcoholic that is aware their habit is self damaging but still cannot stop, It's something I feel like I have very little control over.

songs on high repetition:
† Born This Way by Lady Gaga
† On the Bound by Fiona Apple
† Drumming Song by Florence + The Machine
† I Follow Rivers by Lykke Li