Just a few thoughts

I feel the odd need to write a blog. It always happens when I'm procrastinating against something, this time being my major artwork instead of exams like it was last week.

My brain has a few things it would like to write about. However, none of them hold enough substance to be a blog in itself. So I'm going to combine them to make one blog. Let's see how we go.

Firstly, I've been having weird dreams again. Usually my dreams are odd. But usually, I don't wake up from my dreams with a weird feeling in my stomach like I have been lately. I've figured out from past experience that I have weird dreams when something is bothering me. When I'm worried about something. In this case, it's my major art work that's due in one week. Because I don't show my stress outwardly, I suppose it has to come out one way or another, so it does through dreams.

It first started three nights ago. I had a dream about Green Day. Not the usual happy Green Day dream. This one was really really odd, so I don't want to go into detail about it. It's rather hard to explain anyway. Something to do with a chair/trolly type thing and Tré and Billie. I have no idea where Mike was. Dreams tend to jump from one place to the next instantly, and this dream did. From what I remember it was set in my school. Or a school, because it looked nothing like mine.

The next night I had another weird dream. I can't exactly remember it right now. Which is probably a good thing. So I'll move onto last night's dream. It started off at my school. And I remember there was something to do with Doctor Who in it. He gave me his sonic screwdriver. But, the mood wasn't cheery. It was a feeling of impending doom. Then I can't remember what happened inbetween the Doctor giving me his screwdriver, and this next part. But I know it had to do with demountable classrooms. Anyway, next I was in a classroom. And we were learning maths, which then turned into English. We were studying the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. I was sitting next to my best friend from Primary School. I haven't seen him in around five or six years. There were also a few people from GSB there. Oddly enough. Then class ended and I woke up. But, just before I woke up I remember Dujo walked into the room and said something. ..Why on earth is Dujo in my dreams I don't know. But he had a weird accent. It was like swedish or something. *laughs*

And, all this is happening in my head because I am stressed about getting my major artwork finished. At the moment I want to kill it because, even though I'm nearly finished, the bits I need to do aren't working for me. Drawing carpet is the devil.

I really didn't expect my blog to be this long so far. So, I think I'll stop here and wait for my other topic to gather more substance, so then I can write a whole blog about that.