Hoobaschwopp

So at the end of my dream I'm standing with the Doctor Amy and Rory, and this random roman girl (we had just saved a roman town from oppression and filled a river with i'll gotten gain from the aristocracy which the villagers got out and the river promptly dried up, there was no aliens involved though, and I think up until this point we were musketeers.. anyway) The Roman girl asked me to do the Hoobaschwopp.. I didn't know what that was so the Doctor said "Alright Tyler, are you ready to learn?" sat me down on a chair, and pulled a metal stick with a golden ball on it and tapped me on the nose where it hit with a discharge of electricity and said "You now know the Hoobaschwopp" and me, just realizing what had happened just said, "I hate you, Oh I hate you" and sat there thinking how to do the Hoobaschwopp without looking like a complete idiot and being laughed at. Then the dream ended.

It was awesome.

On Dreams.

So, something I have been thinking about a lot lat-
Oh sorry, Hello Everyone.
Anyway, as I was saying, I've been thinking a lot about dreams.

Where do they come from? What causes them? Can they predict the future? If someone good dreams of something bad, does that mean they are secretly a bad person? What is the purpose of dreams?

But the thing is, due to the nature of dreams, we will never truly know the answer to these questions, It's like ancient history, you can never truly know what happen in Ancient Sumeria, but we can surmise from documents and other paraphernalia.

It's weird.

Then there's Lucid Dreaming.
Which comes in two types, Let me give you the rundown.
The first, is actually Lucid Dreaming, which is the ability to changed and manipulate dreams as you are in them. So I want an icecream, suddenly, Icecream. Yes, it's that cool. Some people, I've heard can do this naturally, but most it takes training your brain to realize when you are dreaming.
The second is, less cool, but more interesting
I call it Serial Dreaming.
It's where you dream a dream.. then week, months or years later, you dream it again but it has changed. You've changed it subconsciously, and this can keep happening.

It's happened to me once, but It didn't end up interesting.
Josh Modrow has an interesting and creepy one though.

Anyway, that's my post on dreams, which have been intriguing me quite a lot lot.

Anyway, that's all.
Thanks for reading.
Stuff, Roger M.

Upprune.

Kudos if you get the pun in the title.

Hello everyone, Haven't blogged here for a while, how are you all how's it going? You're good everyone's good? That's good nice, lovely yeah, good cool. Alright! Let's get started.

So, it's the holidays, second week, on the tuesday.
And i have accomplished shit all so far. Here's a list of things I wanted to do:
Write
Read All the books I borrowed out
Get a haircut
Get a job
Do my assignments

But no! None of that has happened. Sure I've read, and I'm writing as we speak, but I've doing nothing constructive. I have got to see my friends though, which is always nice.

so, Let's see, the problem is, I am not organised. Or Motivated. Or other such words.
So how do I achieve this, do I just wake up one day and go "HECK AM I MOTIVATED LETS GO CURE CANCER" Or is it a personal thing, Like forcing myself?
Tell me in the comments bellow :D Hahaha. Bellow.
Anywhowhatsit.
I stayed up all night. And just slept for 8 hours wearing a tiger hat, and it was one of the best sleeps I've ever had.
So, I'm in a good mood!

This ramble has ramble long enough
On your knees ramble.
*EXECUTION KILL*

Bye
Roger.

Domesticated Lies

Actors in a play
Puppets on string
What common element do they all bring?

Pre-orchestrated movement
false roles, hidden meanings
Yet wrongly, painfully done and hell bent

No happy facades
No laugh bringing jokes
screaming and yelling, heads on a spoke

On a great wheel of anger
Deceit, and wrath
Clawing your way, though our homely domestic path

Why would it be, a woman of age
Wisdom and knowledge
Would fly into such a blinding rage

When a boy of merely
four years less then a score
Can behave without acting so sore?

Fuck.

Worldly complaints

I just realized, anybody who is under the false impression that they are selfless. Needs to look at themselves properly. Because in the end, everybody, me included, really cares about themselves. You will complain, something will go wrong, and you will have a little bitch. We all do it. Don't lie.

And that's precisely what is wrong with society.

We would rather ignore a situation, like a stranger getting harassed, then get involved, and get ourselves hurt. Sure, we would help someone close to us, easily, because in the end it benefits us, because we keep that relationship strong.

But then, maybe I am looking at it the wrong way, being pessimistic, but that's just because I'm in a bad mood.
Sorry Blogger, These are my rages.

Muffin Stuff, Roger

Precorded.

Sometimes I wish I could view events before they happen, in order to prepare myself, how to act, what to do. But then I think to myself, Wouldn't I then act differently, according to what I wanted to change the outcome to?

Then, would the outcome change at all?

And on another point, would all that nonsense count as time travel? I mean, you would only get one shot at doing things right, So it's like, one step down from doing things normally, and one up from rewinding time.

Which makes me think about destiny, and whether we all have choices in life, or if our lives are pre written and we just go through living them, like puppets, or characters in a book. Then I usually get rather depressed when I imagine this being true, Because it means someone out there is a LOT better writer then me.

Then I get all mopey about the futility of our actions, So I make myself a green tea and wish I was stupid and didn't think so complicatedly.

Tempted

I was really tempted to write a blog post and tell you about the mood I'm in which is kind of the entire point of a/this blog.

But you know what?
2 things
Uno) No one will want to/will read it.
Duo) I couldn't be fucked.

Right, Going to start my new story now, Bye.