Dream template

It's the future
I have a dream journal
It's just little notes
They get longer later on
This is the template

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So, a while ago I decided it was the future, and I feel like that means I should start doing stuff. First off, I am going to officially plot the story that has been in my head for like two years now. But also, I'm going to start writing down my dreams.

See, I've had a dream journal for a while, now. Since grade school, I think. I just jot down little notes when I wake up, if I think the dream was cool. I have a lot of dreams accumulated now. The documents of dreams, in order, are as follows: jetpack level, Escaping a castle, I had a cool dream so, and On a boat. They are all named after their first line (because they were originally iPhone notes) and have 43, 35, 42, and 19 pages, with a total of 139 pages worth of dreams. The last one was, I suppose, cut off short.Also, at the beginning, I only have a few lines, but later they get really wordy, because I just remember more stuff and I know how to write about it.

This post serves as a template for the dream writing that I'm planning to do. Essentially, I just rewrite the dreams to be a narrative. I'll fill in the details as faithfully as I can, but you know how memory is.

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This is the last part of three sections. Here, I say which parts of the above dream are from memory, and which I made up for story reasons. In this case, I already know everything, so this section isn't exactly a huge thing. It probably never will be, especially as I write more details in the later dreams.

Eventually, I might put the actual content first, when the journal part gets too long. Or maybe just have a link and tell people to find it for themselves if they're interested. Yeah, that one's probably smarter.

Mystery Solved

Thursday last my friends and I have solved the mystery about which to you I have not told. Long story short, Mr. Arehart has been calling me Carlos this entire time because one of my last names is Gomez, and he has a student named Carlos whose mother's last name was Gomez. The end.

And lo, you did not know about this beforehand. The mystery was solved before you even knew about it. I'm that good.

So. Yesterday was the future.

It doesn't seem too different. I suppose we aren't far enough into the future to see any real change. It's kinda cool, though. I mean, some things have changed. Yesterday, I hadn't started Masterminds: Criminal Destiny. Today, I finished. Also, today I read XKCD's Time again. Still just as good. And topical, I guess. Oh, and World Trigger ended a while ago. That's something. Still in the past, though.

Love or Something

First of all, I'm not sorry about the title. I saw an opportunity and I took it. Second, this post promises to be gushy and full of emotion, so whenever I feel awkward I'll put a link to a gushy love song.

Okay. So I know that self-diagnosis is usually bull, but I don't think someone else would be qualified to tell me. I think I'm panromantic. Fortunately, I apparently made up that word, so nobody can tell me I'm not. Okay, so I've just looked further, and it looks like other people use the world, but not in the sense I mean it. Which gives evidence that I'm crazy and different. Yay.

So, what do I mean when I say panromantic? Well, recently (last year) I bought into the Triangular Theory of Love, because it looks pretty, and the three sides make things clear enough. If you want a full explanation, you should see the Wikipedia page to which I just linked, but here's the basics: there are three aspects of love which are present in different amounts during a relationship. One aspect is Commitment, which is about staying with each other and having plans for the future. Another is Passion, which is where we get the sexytimes and the rush of happiness while together (and also creepystalkerism). The third aspect of love is Intimacy, which is feelings of connectedness, of being close, of knowing each other and liking each other.

The word that I invented, panromantic, deals with the Intimacy part. Essentially, I believe that I can form an Intimate attraction to things which aren't people. This is kinda hard to admit because (a) it makes me sound crazy and (b) I might be crazy for thinking it because (c) I have no idea what I'm talking about. Really though, it feels like love, like how I love my good friends, or my family. It's just this thing where everything about the thing is perfect and I don't ever want anything to change. Don't worry, I have a list.

In retrospect, the first time I got attached to a thing was with The Mysterious Benedict Society. I have read that book approximately 20 times. That is not an exaggeration. The characters are great and I love them and I want them to be my friends. Also it's funny and clever and it has puzzles.

The whole Professor Layton franchise is another thing I love. Most of what I said above applies here also. Actually, I don't think I have enough in me to gush about each thing individually, so I'll just finish. the list: Gravity Falls, Skin Horse, and Monster Pulse. There. It's not very long.

Part of why I wrongly think this is real is that it's a very distinct feeling that I have for these things. I don't love a lot of my favorite things, like Romantically Apocalyptic, El Goonish Shive, or Skullkickers (my three favorite comics) or Phineas and Ferb or Primeval (among my favorite TV series) or Artemis Fowl, The Spiderwick Chronicles, or the Secret Series (my favorite book series). There's a different sort of thing that love is. Then again, to reiterate, I might be crazy.

It feels good to get this off my chest. I'm not really any less stressed or anything, but there's always a chance that someone will understand. Anyways, I told myself I would say this: tomorrow is the future. Thank you very much, goodbye, good night.

Wow. I never even once linked to a love song. Time to fix that. Every "love" shall be linked.

I have done it!

I have escaped the Week of Doom! For the last week, from last Wednesday to today, I have had a big thing done every single day. And now I'm done. It feels good. So good that I could create a bunch of randomly-generated cars and then make them drive as far as they can in order to see who is fittest and then suddenly transport them to the moon and laugh at them in low gravity and then kill them all when I see the loop-de-loop because otherwise I would be there forever. So that's what I did.

I kinda wanted to talk about the Week of Doom, but... it's been an experience. I don't entirely want to relive it. The point is, I have the time to do fun things now. Maybe tomorrow I'll talk about love or something.

Yesterday

All my troubles seemed so faaar away.... Life was just another gaaame to play....

Ahem.

So, today, there was a lot of being sad for no reason. This is because I was up all night yesterday reading Questionable Content. I am not proud. But, a lot of my posts lately (two) have been sad, so I don't want to focus on that. Instead, I want to focus on this: Yesterday was the best day ever.

So, first off, it was April Fools'. I've always loved April Fools'. It makes me incredibly happy to think that anything could be false at any moment. Also, all the cool YouTubers do April Fools' videos, and even the serious videos have a sense of suspense because they could turn at any moment.

My day started off with Chemistry (and yes my day starts with school because I never really remember much of mornings). Chemistry was whatevs. There was work, and I turned in stuff. I felt alienated from the rest of my lab group. Nothing to complain about.

Then was Spanish. Also mediocre, but I did get a cookie-cream-chocolate heart out of it. Also, Nando let me in on this whole thing the Web Team did where they put QR codes around the school (one was affixed to Nando's backpack) to see how many of them students can scan. It seems fun, and also April Fools'y.

Not sure what I did on my off period. Probably homework. OH! I studied for the History test. Also, I met Kaylee (I still don't know how to spell her name) and we talked about hair and tentacles. That was... interesting.

The next class is Physics. And yes I am going to go through the whole list darnit. First the teacher (yes I know her name but too many details is boring) showed us PhoneView, which is a number that you can call that lets you navigate the school website with your phone. Surprisingly, it actually works! Then we played with lasers and wave interference, which is ALWAYS fun. Also, a lot of my best friends are in Physics. It's a good class. Anyways, we ended by watching stuff in SnoopaVision. Google it.

Language Arts was... not terrible. It was a work day. I worked. Yaaaaay.

I had already eaten my Lunch, so I went right to the library (specifically the hallway outside the library) to meet up with my friends. I had seen an interesting-looking book earlier, so I went in. Seth, from my History class, asked me to study with him. I had already studied, but we were friends, and anyways how long could it take? It took the whole period. And it was great. We talked about broad strokes stuff, and went of on like three irrelevant tangents. One of them was about Seveneves and the logistics of living on the iron core of the moon and how dead we would be if the moon exploded. I had a lot of fun. It was nice to hang out with a "normal" person for once.

Math was mathy. I didn't do NEARLY as badly on the test as I thought I had (like a 92 as opposed to a 60) and we talked about u-substitutions, which seem a bit annoying, but it's cool.

Finally, History. The best part of the day. Before class, the teacher came up to me and told my that the paper I had written was one of the best she had ever seen in her entire teaching career. I was floored. Absolutely stunned. If I switched those adjectives, it would work better dramatically. Wait, are they adjectives, or just verbs in the past tense? Probably verbs.

Anyways, that happened. I can't even describe how great that made me feel. Like, if a million bucks feels great, then... I don't know where I was going with this metaphor. Probably a larger amount of money? Meh. The point is, this made my day. I went in, and she told the whole class about it, and she gushed, and everyone looked at me and smiled, and I felt great. Then there was the test, which was meh. Then we practiced the Citizenship Test, which might be mandatory for completing high school next year.

And then I was home. Well, after a bus ride, in which I played Flow. When I got home, there were cinnamon rolls there. Like, the little baby ones. I ate their persons, then watched YouTube videos. It was delicious. I don't even remember much of the evening, it was just a whirlwind of fun times. I think there was singing and games.

Then, I read QC until past midnight, and resolved to write this post today. So here I am. In between, there has been a lot of sadness, but also Your Grammar Sucks 100, which was so cool.

The end. I don't really like doing diary-type posts, but yesterday was literally the best day I have had in years. Probably. I don't really keep track. It was certainly the best this year so far. Anyways, time to put all the links in. Huh, just three. I thought there's be more. I mean, I could put in SnoopaVision. But no, that's too much work.

Thank you very much, goodbye, good night.