I swear I'm not high

thedailywhat:

How About That of the Day: A two-headed, five-legged tortoise was born recently in Zilina, Slovakia.

Both of its brains work independently, which has been a bit of a bother for the poor little guy/s. “The second head sometimes doesn’t allow the tortoise to know where to go,” owner Roman Gresak is quoted as saying.

ITN has more:

[itn / arbroath.]

(via strangeanimal)

Neville’s Irish Risky Travelling Lunch Take Away & Bicycle Repair Service

Last night’s dream involved an older version of me and a potential inspiration for what I want to do when I’m 60+

Apparently post-retirement, I somehow moved to Ireland and set-up a Fish&Chips Take Away and Bicycle Repair shop….on the roof of an active train. I think I liked the view and the fresh air, but the speed kept making me drop the onions and screwdriver.

My customers were drawn to the marketing of ‘Risky Lunch’ that I posted on Twitter and Facebook, and some of them kinda fell off the roof or hit a tunnel but nobody bothered as the Fish and Chips were so damn good while I repaired their bicycles. Weird that they were travelling by train to get their bicycles fixed.

Meanwhile, my image of myself was a cross between Walter from ‘Breaking Bad’ and the mechanic that fixed my Fiat Uno a couple of months back.

I love dreaming. Specifically, I developed an interest in how lucid and complicated some of the narratives my sleeping brain sometimes concocts are. I intend to preserve and archive these imprints, rather than let them evanescence away. For a couple of years, now, at least, I have been trying to remember ‘the best of’ my experience in this other world. It’s entertaining, and anything can happen. Hopefully, the experience can be insightful as well. 

So when my girlfriend gave me my graduation gift, it included a small book called ‘101 things to do before you’re old and boring’, intended to be a sort of motivator for the gap year I intended to take off my studies (which I’m on right now). 

Thing #5 suggests to ‘Keep a Dream Diary’. This got me thinking, back to reading Stephen King’s advice, somewhere, that to keep a dream diary is an outlet to keep track of your brain’s most creative outbursts, to draw inspiration from, and a place to keep track of things. I thought I’d give it a try. For months, I have been feeling creatively stifled - there is a need to do something, anything, creative. But commitments get in the way, and I never sit down to write, to play the piano or try and go capture a great photo, like some of my friends do so expertly. 

So, I have started this dream diary. Since 1 January 2011, I have noted down every lucid and awesome dream I remember having from the previous night. 

The only pattern that has not emerged yet is the fact that I have to put a disclaimer when I attempt to explain my dream to someone: I swear I’m not high. This is something I knew. But having all these unlived/lived experiences written down is satisfying, if for nothing else but be/amusement. Maybe I will learn something about myself. Best case scenario: I write an insanely popular short story based on the dream (I highly doubt that, though)  

I will be sharing my chronicles here. Join me on the ride. Share your own sleeping brain fuckedupness. 

Yay for the internet!