Chocolate!

I had a dream last night in which I had to guard a supply of chocolate candies for Prince Arthur of the TV show Merlin. (Mordred is my favorite character. Don't judge me, he's just so adorable! I wish he were my little brother…) Being the bright spark that I am, I realized that I could get away with eating some of the chocolate. I put three pieces of candy in my mouth at the same time, and I felt a bit sick. Which may or may not have been influenced by the many packets of Swedish Fish Eggs I ate yesterday afternoon.

Claire says hi!

Anglophile Much?

Royal wedding! This is history in the making, y'all. Which is strange, because I almost never say y'all. But really. Tomorrow night I will watch it in full, but today I watched royal wedding highlights for almost an hour. I didn't care if they were showing the same clips over and over and over again. I wish I could have been there! Again, history in the making. I know that this has got to be worth at the very least a paragraph in the history textbooks. I know that, years from now, I'll be telling people where I was during the wedding (asleep at Claire's house, heheheh), and what I did that day (just about nothing).

I can only hope my own wedding will be 1/10th as magical. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.

Time Machines and Scary Messages

This post is going to be just me recounting a couple of dreams that I had. The first one I had last night, but I can only remember a bit of it. The second I had a long time ago and really freaked me out. I count it as my only real "nightmare."

Last night's dream was basically about the TV show 3rd Rock From The Sun, so it might not make much sense to most of my friends that are reading this. Anyway, Tommy (a character) from one of the first seasons found a time machine and came to the "present," which was around the fourth season. And for some reason nobody noticed that he looked completely different. But then the Tommy from the present walked in and everybody started freaking out. That, I think, is when I woke up.

I bet this means that I need to stop watching so much TV.

In the other dream, my nightmare, I was sitting on the floor of my room, and I happened to look over and see a small TV sitting inside a TV case with velvet curtains. The screen was black, but then the word CLICK appeared in the center of the screen and all the air got sucked out of the room. I tried to call for help, but I couldn't breathe.

I'm pretty sure I died in that dream. That seems to happen to me a lot.

My Plans As An Evil Overlady

Yes, I do believe that is the correct feminine form of overlord. Or I might just be making this whole thing up, that's for you to decide.

This is what I would do if I became Evil Overlady of the Entire World to make the Earth a near-perfect planet. It kind of hinges on us having terraforming technology and an indestructible dome-making material.

Step 1: Gather the entire human race (and most of the animals and birds and plants and weird oozy stuff from the bottom of the ocean) inside many indestructible domes placed in strategic locations across the planet.

Step 2: Destroy EVERYTHING ELSE. Just blow it up, make a clean slate.

Step 3: Speed-terraform the world back up to the present day, except it was like no humans ever lived there.

Step 4: Return to the earth. Set up houses and workplaces and such in the giant trees that will have grown all over the place. For animals like pigs and cattle and horses that we might need, build treetop stables.

Step 5: For food, use flood planes to farm while the rivers are low, and eat stored food when they are too high. The pigs and cattle mentioned above are for meat supplement. Also, natural nuts and berries and edible flowers are, um, edible as well.

Step 6: Realize how crazy and long this post is and decide to stop. I think I'm going to post a dream now, so I'll see you over on that post. Up and Atom!

Stupid Evil Pond

Not Amy Pond, who is awesome.

I'm talking about THE STUPID EVIL POND that destroyed my newish phone. Okay, okay, it might have been mostly partly my fault, but I'm still sad/angry about it.

I went to the park today and a few of my new kind of-friends and I went down to the stream. In the middle of this stream, there is a beaver pond. So it may have been partly the beavers' fault as well. At one end of the pond there are hanging branches that you have to bend over to move past the pond. (Pond, pond, pond. I'm saying "pond" a lot in this post.) I was bending over to get past the branches and—KABOOM, SPLASH!—I'm on my butt in the water. Of course, I had my cell phone in my pocket. A pocket that was now soaking wet. So I told my new kind of-friends, "I have to go back, my mom's going to kill me."

As it turns out, my mom did not kill me. She was really understanding when I showed her my phone and the cuts on my hand that I got when I was angstily stomping back to the playground. So now I'm at home, eating Jaffa cakes and posting about the stupid pond that killed my phone. I just took a shower, too, so I'm feeling better. I think I must be having mood swings or something, because ten minutes ago I was crying over my new phone and now I'm really happy about having Jaffa cakes.

The funny thing is that I've been to that park before with the same group of people and someone else fell in the pond, only about seven feet away, and got his iPod wet. I wish that hadn't happened, because he was all okay with it and I started actually crying over my phone. Which just goes to show you how emotional I can be.

I Did It. It Took Fifteen Minutes, But I Did It. It's Over.

Last night, after fifteen minutes of tearing around my house like Godzilla, making ferocious attempts at saving my script as a PDF and muttering violently. But it was worth it. 'Cause now I have a pretty blue winner's certificate and a little widget that I can put on my blog.

In Which My Principal Embarrasses Me Beyond Belief

So I was in the car with my mom today, and she was trying to remember a dream that she had last night. After she told me that it was really awesome, I mentioned a dream I had last year where I got married at Hogwarts to (I think) Harry Potter. She replied that I better not tell my principal about it, and we both laughed.

I'm homeschooled right now, but I spent a semester and a half in a regular school earlier this year. (I have a feeling that I've mentioned this before…) Well, one day at lunch the principal sat down at my table and started talking to my friends and me. Then he asked us "If you could spend the day with anyone, anywhere, who would it be and where?"

He asked me first, but I had just taken a giant bite of sandwich, so I was like, "Mmmf?!" Everyone else went around the table and said stuff which I can't remember anymore. When he asked me again I totally went blank before saying "Harry Potter…at Disney World."

A few weeks later, there was an awards breakfast for select students (I would say honors students, but that's not exactly what it was) and I got to attend. I was already feeling a little sick as I was just getting over the flu, so I mostly concentrated on not letting my voice go croaking when I was talking. But then Mr. Principal Man absolutely HAD to tell the entire room the story of the HP thing. Get this: that was the only story he told. Out of the ENTIRE school.

Oh, and he also told my whole class and my dad when he picked me up after school. Because, y'know, that's going to win you lifelong admiration from the embarrassed teen girl.

Oh yeah… 

(That's a picture of California that was on my box of state-themed crayons. Not me, or my principal.)

Running Away And Flaming Cans Of Fire: Why?

Something that seems to recur in my dreams every so often is the basic idea that me and my two best friends are running away from something. Recently, I had a dream where we were escaping from something in a flying house, and one my friends burned her hand on a can of fire while she was telling scary stories.

Many years ago I had a dream where we were being chased by wolves, which may have been related to my Narnia-induced "Holy-crap-why-are-there-wolves-in-Emily's-house?!" dream. It was almost the same dream for a week, but it finally ended when we found a pay phone and called our moms. After a few days, I was convinced that the dream had something to do with the fact that I slept facing the outside wall of my room, so I tried sleeping on my other side.

Obviously, it didn't work.

I was going to put a picture in here somewhere, but I couldn't find one that made sense with the post.

People Are Weird And Bunnies Are Cute

Wow. The people who owned my old house before us were…crazy. Chandeliers in every room (including the bathroom and the foyer into the garage), and my bedroom was painted pink with a green ceiling. I wish my parents would have left it like that. It sounds a bit awesome. Sadly, I wasn't born when my parents bought the house

My new house is pretty boring as far as crazy goes. But we have green doorknobs. No joke. And on one of the doors, there's one cream doorknob and one green one.

(Sorry, it's sideways. Stupid computer. Also, I have trouble spelling sideways.)

This has been a rather pointless post so here's a picture of a surprised bunny. Perhaps it's the Easter Bunny, surprised because he didn't expect me to find him. (j/k. It's just a normal bunny named Izzy.)

All this candy is starting to make me feel sick. I don't know about you, but I'm happy the candy season is over.

Easter Greetings!

Happy Easter! Today marks the end of the candy season. From Halloween until Easter our hunger for sugar is sated by the colorful supermarket aisles and king-size bags of confectioneries. But over the summer we must survive off of the meager pickings we can scrape off the clearance rack at the very back of the store while we wait for the candy season to return.

Or maybe that's just me.

But I've been craving candy corn all month. Jelly beans are epically awesome, but candy corn is marvelous.

Braces and Ballpoint Pens: Scourge of Humanity?

The ballpoint pen has been the biggest single factor in the decline of the Western Civilization. It makes the written word fast, cheap, and totally without character.

--E.L. Konigsburg, The View From Saturday

Look, my quarrels with ballpoint pens are purely on a personal level. As a writing tool, they do the job. (Braces are OK too, but I'll get to that in a minute.) But my handwriting is atrocious. Not as bad as some, but still pretty bad. My signature looks like it belongs to an eight-year-old. And it seems like ballpoint pens like making it look even worse. Almost like they're saying, "Ha ha, you suck at life." Well, maybe they're not that harsh. But they still annoy me.

I was thinking about it earlier, and I thought of something. Wouldn't it be awesome if, instead of teaching little kids cursive at school, we taught them calligraphy? For taking quick notes you could always use a pencil, not to mention that if you drilled it into them at a young age, they'd remember it for life. Hey, that's how I can remember all these random facts about Harry Potter. And it fits in perfectly with my daydream of remaking the entire world so that we can live in the trees and be entirely dependent on renewable resources. Yay. (N.B.: I have no intention of ever fulfilling this daydream. It's just a random bit of brain crack floating around in my head.)

Also, braces. They seem a lot like something a mad scientist would invent. I mean, think about it. Someone glues bits of metal to your mouth in order to mess with your teeth. And don't even get me started on rubber bands. Ach. Or maybe I'm just bitter about having to drive four hours in order to go to the orthodontist. Either way, I still like my orthodontist and can't wait to get my braces off. Just to be clear, braces are a good thing, but I want mine off.

Wow. Long post. I just want to add that I've already started digressing off my goal of cataloging my dreams. Oh well, I can catalog and rant at the same time, can't I? (I hope…) Also, the NaNo website is back up. YES!

Memories and Mugs

It's not a dream, but this mug is making me sad.

The NaNoWriMo website has been down for days. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I'm not feeling so much fondness as I didn't realize how much I procrastinated there until now. While I'm waiting for it to come back, I thought I'd explain why I have an emotional like to the word digress. Because I am bored.

I've been homeschooled for my entire life, except for a semester and a half that I spent in a regular school. Well, I say regular… Anyway, I liked that school a million times better than homeschooling. But then we moved to an area where, frankly, there aren't any good public schools. Next year I'll probably go to a private school, but until then I'm back to homeschooling. Blah. 

What does this have to do with digression? Well, my old school was pretty small, so one teacher taught everything but P.E. and art class. So basically we stayed in the same room all day. But this made for quite a few inside jokes. Digressing was one of them. Every time we lost track of the lesson, our teacher would tell us, "Stop, you're digressing!" If we kept talking, then she would take out her music box and we would have ten seconds to be quiet. (Which I would recommend for any class; I've never seen a room of adolescents quiet down faster.) To this day, I still chastise people for digressing about once a week. And that is my not-very-interesting story of digression. I have lots of memories that are a lot more fun to read about, I promise. But that one kind of relates to my blog title, so I just thought I'd mention it. 

Now go do something productive.

Concerning Crocodiles

But…they're not even crocodiles.

Earlier this month I fell asleep on the couch and I had a dream. One of my weirder ones, to be honest. Which makes it a good start for a blog. To begin with, we don't even have crocodiles in my city.

To refresh your memory, this is what a crocodile looks like.

(That's not a crocodile either. It's a crocodile hat that my mom's Aussie friend gave me.)

In the dream, me and my parents were at the house of our family friends, sitting in their living room. I looked up and saw a dust bunny, like you might find under your bed, crawling up the wall. I asked my dad if it was a crocodile, and he confirmed that it was. And then the "crocodile" kind of…exploded. It wasn't a dust bunny anymore, it was some sort of pheasant-scorpion. And then there were two. It was pretty freaky. One of them started hissing at my dad, and he hissed back at it, which is very not like him. It was around then that I woke up.

Hi! It's nice to meet you.

Hi there! I'm Omnia. Well, that's what they call me. Actually, nobody calls me that. But now maybe they will. And this is going to be my blog. How interesting. Anyway, the purpose of this blog (if there is one) is for me to catalogue my dreams. Not my daydreams, my night-dreams. And believe me, there are some weird ones. Also, I might rant a bit about things. I got the name "Newfallen Mystery" from a random generator, so don't even ask what it means.

I said don't.

You're thinking about asking, aren't you? Aren't you?


DUDE, THIS WAS YOUR FIRST POST? PRETTY WEAK, OMNIA. PUR-RITTY WEAK.