Flood Dream

I made a post before about a fireball dream, and this time there was a flood (in my dream, although I have lived in a house where basement flooding occured).

I’ve had dreams about tornadoes and storms before, usually that I’m preparing for them by shutting windows or packing what I believe I’ll need before I leave. Packing also seems to be a common theme in my dreams as of late. It’s probably a manifestation of wishful thinking (I would like to be able to move into a bigger place). I don’t think it necesarily means I will travel, because I don’t have much desire to do so right now. Some people think that travel enriches you somehow and you should do as much of it as possible. That may be true, but I’m not holding my breath either.

Anyways, this dream was similar to those storm dreams in that I was beside a small bay as the water was just starting to get choppy (and most of my storm dreams take place either before or just as the storm is beginning), and then some neighbours were setting out sandbags. There wasn’t rain or anything, it was night time and it was really calm with high visibility. Only the water itself was active.

If it’s supposed to be a reflecion of my mental state, I suppose I’d believe it, especially since I like to be as prepared as possible in waking life, and that dreams like this would take place at a time when I would be preparing makes sense.

2:22 Wish

Would’ve been cool if I could schedule this for exactly 2:22, but I can’t. Oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Apparently, when you suddenly get the urge to look at a clock and it says 11:11, you can make a wish! I don’t know if this also works with other numbers (1:11, 2:22, 3:33, 4:44, 5:55) but I’ve been making wishes anyway. What can it hurt?
It’s weird to notice it so often though. It’s one thing to have a routine, but something different entirely to look at the clock at exactly that time—especially when you catch yourself doing it multiple times a day! At home, at school, at work—I’m always noticing triple numbers!

What about you? Have you also been noticing triple digits? Did you make a wish when you did? I won’t ask what you wished for but if it came true, please feel free to share in the comments!)

Until next time,


Fidget Toys

So it finally happened, a healthcare professional recommended that I look into a fidget spinner. I ordered one (as well as a cube) on Amazon today. They’re supposed to be on sale at a factory outlet closer to where I live but if I go that route I’d be lucky if they weren’t sold out by the time I got there. Plus you’re limited to whatever colours are in stock—like if they only have green or camouflage.

It took more than an hour to find something that seemed to have good reviews, an acceptable price, came in the colour/style I wanted AND shipped to Canada. One item is due towards the end of May, while the other won’t arrive until sometime in June.

I also found the worst product review I’ve ever seen in an online store—”this product gave me hepatitis.” Either the person was A: being needlessly harsh, B: trolling, or C: actually did get hepatitis, in which case that’s terrifying! Needless to say, I didn’t get that particular spinner, though it’s still available. The one I got is pink with a matte finish, and the cube was white with pink buttons and knobs.

It will be interesting to see if these really do help with anxiety and restless hands, or if they’re just another fad and will fade into the background in a few months. I imagine the people who find them helpful will continue to use them regardless of popularity.

Until next time,




I have plenty of recurring dreams. I think I’ll start putting the more interesting ones (dreams in general, not necessarily recurring) on this blog—like the parkour obstacle course! It was a giant, multicoloured structure you’d associate with a playground, only designed for parkour. At first, everyone was participating for fun, and then it suddenly got serious!
The implication was that whoever slipped up on the course or fell behind died. I passed a handful of people that I recognize in waking life, including Stephen Merchant for some reason. I rarely dream about celebrities at all, mostly just people I know or people I know in my dream, but who don’t actually exist in waking life. Funny how dreams can just plop an entire person there and it’s like they’ve been there your entire life.

When I was little, I was always being chased or hiding from someone or something. At one point I was being chased by a truck. As I ran up the path to my porch I heard it accelerating until I woke up when it would have hit me.

When I was in highschool and college (even after graduation), I was constantly dreaming about being back at the primary or secondary level. I was aware that I’d graduated in real life but felt confused as to why I was there. I was done, right? Why was I getting so many assignments?

Last night, I had a dream where I was late for my graduation ceremony. I hesitated just outside the door and started to cry, thinking everything was ruined for me. Suddenly, a classmate ran out and started to sob on the steps beside me. She confessed that she had been naked, and I confessed that I wasn’t wearing underwear. Then, I decided to enter and take a seat near the back as if nothing was wrong. I remember distinctly thinking “next time.

Some dreams have given me ideas, like the one that initially inspired my Firebird series so long ago. I was watching a movie trailer for it and it looked vaguely like a Miyazaki film. I didn’t decide to actually try to make it until high school.

Others have predicted future events, like how I had a dream about there being a new cardcptor Sakura series where a boy was the protagonist. The next day my friend told me about Tsubasa Chronicles. Syaoran is the protagonist of the story rather than Sakura. Another time I saw an entire musical number in what looked like a new Land Before Time sequel. The theme of it carried over into the film, but the song didn’t. I’m glad for that, it was as obnoxious as you’d expect it to be in a dream.

One dream specifically showed off the concept of—and I quote—”purple, flying, fire-breathing magic ponies”. Let me just show you what happened after that:

These all show up in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. The fire one may be slightly off, unless you count that scene with Pinkie Pie guzzling liquid rainbow. Apparently it’s spicy. I just think that’s hilarious!

Of course, my favourite recurring dreams—though ultimately bittersweet—involve discovering a continuation of Pretear. Quite possibly my favourite manga series to date. Only four volumes were published, though in my dreams I’m sometimes finding volume 7-10 by accident and thinking I’m somewhere in the middle. These are very likely a manifestation of wishful thinking.

On the less cool side, I’ve had dreams about fire and woke up to my toaster oven being accidentally left on (more than once, though it’s often due to human error, my solution is insisting it stay unplugged when not in use). One time I dreamed that someone got hurt and woke up to a fight happening outside the door of my apartment. The next morning there was a puddle of blood that they still haven’t been able to completely remove from the carpet. A friend said to me “Hon, for once I’m glad you’re a hermit!” when I told her.

Some dreams are strange and oddly beautiful, like the misty forest, the boardwalk as a storm was rolling in and the waves were getting all choppy, the islands with pine trees, old country highways at various times of day, the city highway under the stars, that one waterfall, the underwater village where I could somehow still breathe, and especially the red sky. It wasn’t sunset, it was just red as if it had always been that way. A photoshop mockup wouldn’t quite capture it faithfully.

I could carry on for days about the things that happen in my dreams (I mean really, what WAS Stephen Merchant doing on a parkour course of death?) but I’ll save some for later.

Until next time,


Monday rants: boots

I can’t wear anything higher than a combat boot unless it’s available in wide calf.

Am I out of shape? Well, after a couple of years away from karate to focus on my studies—a little bit. That’s been improving since I’ve been back, though I’ve had to take another long break because of that virus that’s been going around.

The truth is, even while I was attending on a regular basis (three classes a week), I still couldn’t fit anything that wasn’t wide calf, and I’m getting those muscles back! My legs aren’t as toned as serious athletes, but they are reasonably solid in my mind.I remember gym class in high school having a unit where we made use of the school’s weight room. Out of curiosity, I set max resistance on a machine that I think was a seated leg press and fully extended my legs (with some effort). I didn’t repeat that because I only wanted to see if I could do it, and I did. It was satisfying and boosted my confidence a bit.

I remember gym class in high school having a unit where we made use of the school’s weight room. Out of curiosity, I set max resistance on a machine that I think was a seated leg press and fully extended my legs (with some effort). I didn’t repeat that because I only wanted to see if I could do it, and I did. It was satisfying and boosted my confidence a bit.

I should say that before I finished writing this post, I was given a pair of boots that are designed to stretch at the calf (my aunt got them from a client and can’t wear them) but I think they’re suede. I wouldn’t normally buy suede, and the toes are kind of pointy for my liking. I’ll still try them for a season and see if they’re comfortable (might as well since they were free). That’s enough ranting for today, especially since my issue was at least partially solved. Time will tell.

Until next time,



I love the smell of lavender. 

My mother used to put a couple of drops of lavender oil on my pillow every night. We used to call it “sweet dreams”, but a young kid announcing “Mom puts sweet dreams on my pillow every night” raised a few concerns with the faculty at school. I imagine they thought my mother was using chloroform, but I’m also happy they were concerned and thought to ask about it. Some schools look after their public image more than they look after their students.

My mom showed them the bottle and explained that it was aromatherapy. It was pretty popular after that. While I was in brownies, several of the other girls asked for a couple of drops on their pillows at camp. The whole room smelled of lavender!

One bottle of the stuff lasts a very long time. You only need a drop or two, though this brand smells stronger than the one I remember as a child. I try to only use one drop because of that. You may find after a while that your pillow case is a bit stained too.

I’ve heard that you can put it in the bath as well, but I haven’t tried it, personally. Also, apparently lavender tea is a thing, but I wouldn’t recommend you use the extract for that. I’m actually surprised it’s available in a form that’s intended for consumption at all.

If you’re looking to try lavender oil, I’d recommend checking your local health food store, bulk barn, or ask at a specialty store that carries incense. I’ve never bought it online before so if you have, feel free to share your experience in the comments! I’d love to hear which shops you’ve found it in, as I’m interested in trying other brands.

Until next time,


Creative Regimen

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Screenshot from Rakshasa Street

Have you ever watched a show and thought “Hey, this feels like they’re talking to me?”

Well, I kind of feel that way right now. Whoever created and produced this show put something together that reached out to me on a deep, personal level. I haven’t really felt that way that since Yuri on Ice asked the question “What kind of love sustains you?

I’m watching the part where Xia Ling is fed up with training and Cao Yan Bing is scolding her for always taking shortcuts and never believing in her own power—and I’m feeling a bit of a sting. If I examine my own situation, I’m looking to succeed as well, but I feel discouraged if it doesn’t feel like I’m going places as fast as I could be (or ought to be). Cao Xian Liang more gently implies that people who appear to be prodigies or geniuses seem to be better performers because they have invested the time and energy.

I don’t think this is universally the case (I may have picked up on drawing faster than some of my classmates and colleagues, but I’m still crippled by things like algebra and BEDMAS), but I can also see where it would apply to my situation—at least where it comes to something like art. If I don’t seem to be making a big enough impression at the time, I start to feel like I’m flailing. Have I missed my chance to shine? Was I prepared enough in the moment? It doesn’t always occur to me that I’m not limited to a single try to succeed. However, that last push has to come from within myself. I shouldn’t seek permission or validation and use that as an excuse to act or not act in the moment—if that makes any sense.

From today, I’m going to try to commit to a creative regimen that will improve my skill in the areas necessary to achieve my long-term goals.


I’m going to try to write a poem every day.

Yeah, I know, that’s not what Yoda said. There will be days I forget. I’ve already missed a Monday rant or two (not that that’s a bad thing?). All I have to do is keep trying to remember until I reach a point where I am writing a poem a day.

Character Design

I’m going to try to draw my Firebird characters (and maybe a couple of others) every day.

I need them to be consistent every time I draw them, and I need to finalize the appearances of certain ones and from different angles. The goal is to eventually be able to do it so I can make 3D models of any of them, or at least to have a style guide I can refer to when I’m drawing for comics and game art.

That’s about it for now.

Until next time,