I had one of those 'can't get out of here' dreams last night. I was stuck in a high school and running around and through the twisting halls and trying to avoid the classrooms.
Eventually I did land in a classroom where students were sitting and standing and one girl was trying to pass off the music to "Sleepless Beauty" with her own English lyrics. I couldn't help but speak up and tell the room she didn't write the music (that's when I realized I was Shindou Shuichi in the dream) and proceeded to talk about copyright issues. That may seem OOC for some people, but I think Shu WOULD be aware of them if he was in the business for a while.
As the conversation with the students and teacher continued, I sat down at the piano and started playing the music to "Sleepless Beauty", sometimes closing my eyes and smiling. Toward the end, I sang the Japanese lyrics. When done, I opened my eyes and saw the girl who had used the tune crouched down by me on the left, eyes big. She whispered "Shuichi?" I looked to the other side and saw the teacher and students staring at me in wonder. I looked back at the girl, put my finger to one eyeball and shifted the contact so she could see the purple under it. She put her fists against her mouth to stop the squeals. She whispered "Is Yuki here?" I said, "He's around here somewhere" and smile.
Then I woke up, probably from the pain in my chest.
It was the second time (that I can remember) I dreamed of being Shuichi. I don't dream of being cartoon characters. I loved his energy.
The first time I dreamed about being him was a bit sad. He was being ignored by everyone when the group went to Disneyland. He ended up leaving the party, going back to the hotel, changing the colour of his hair and going out into the park all by himself. He met lots of strangers (mostly families) and had fun with them. Then he left the hotel before the rest of the party and went into this serious independent mode - moving out of his and Eiri's place and getting his own, only talking about work during business hours and telling Eiri he would only see him again if they officially started dating.
I made lots of notes on it after I woke up, with the idea it may turn into a story later on. It's twistingly OOC, though. It would also have to be separate from my personal E&S timeline. I don't write angst so I've considered it, only if it's a writing exercise.
The rheumatologist is not happy with my erratic sleeping pattern. Says I'm on too much medication to have it not work to make me feel better. Not getting enough quality sleep for a long period of time.
When I get home, I can't sit at my desktop because it's uncomfortable. I go flat on my back until it's time to go to bed. Yes, I can TYPE on my back with the laptop, but forget any tablet colouring, oekaki or anything else like that. Probably why I've grabbed on to Second Life, where I can be creative in-world without having to sit. And I can write, which I am doing.
So I have sleeping pills. I haven't started them yet. Probably close to the weekend in case they cause any adverse reaction. And I need to get the prescription filled after I take the two samples.
Also have to look into changing some furniture (at least padding it differently) if the pills don't help as well as they should.
Regina Brett, 90 years old, wrote this column for The Plain Dealer, Cleveland, Ohio. The column began with these words: “To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most-requested column I’ve ever written. My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more.”
Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.
When in doubt, just take the next small step.
Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.
Pay off your credit cards every month.
You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Cry with someone. It’s more healing than crying alone.
It’s OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
Save for retirement starting with your first pay check.
When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present.
It’s OK to let your children see you cry.
Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn’t be in it.
Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don’t worry; God never blinks.
Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.
Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.
Whatever doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.
It’s never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
When it comes to going after what you love in life, don’t take no for an answer.
Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, and wear the fancy lingerie. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
Over-prepare, and then go with the flow.
Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.
The most important sex organ is the brain.
No one is in charge of your happiness but you.
Frame every so-called disaster with these words: ‘In five years, will this matter?’
Always choose life.
Forgive everyone and everything.
What other people think of you is none of your business.
Time heals almost everything. Give it time.
However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
Believe in miracles.
God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn’t do.
Don’t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
Growing old beats the alternatives – dying young.
Your children get only one childhood.
All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s, we’d grab ours back.
Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
The best is yet to come.
No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
Yield.
Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.”
Survived the May anime con again this year, despite some initial issues - like not being able to find my baby (resin) carrier for my dolls-yet one of the local doll owners brought TWO for me to try and I purchased one and it's even better than my first one! and my disc slipped out again during the weekend when I was just sitting still at home.
Lots of pressing things to do now - beta work, doing some constructs in Second Life for the school's island and stuff for the store I'm trying to open in-world, take more SL classes, organize doll meetups, get to the post office, try to get the next story of my own series posted, get some reviews written and posted, blah blah blah. All this while being so exhausted when I come home every night that I pass out right after dinner and sleep through loud TV in our place and the gamer dudes with the surround-sound under us.
I purchased and read Fruits Basket 21 - I never thought I'd cry for Akito... such powerful story-telling.
After I read it, I realized I was missing 20 (and hadn't read it) and went back to purchase it at the con the next day. Then re-read parts of 21 and still cried again.
And so to end this entry, here's a really hungry kitten:
Thanks: --> to Lia, my sensei, who has inspired me to draw again. I
wouldn't be doing this without your support, Domo Arigato!
--> to Talon, for sending me her fabulous fics, inspiring me with her writing to draw my first
illustration for a story and actually liking what I drew.
--> to Dasia, for her words of encouragement when drawing her original chara.
--> to Joules, a wonderful epic fic writer, for liking my art enough to want to post them with Talon's
and her own stories.
--> to Lutra, the other half of the epic team, for being so supportive.
--> to Jacque' & Becca Raddittzu, we met on eBay as bidder and sellers and now we are face-to-face
friends. You showed us the real DBZ with your fansubs. It's all your fault the house is full of
doujinshi! *LOL*
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