Dreams

I had lots of fragmented dreams last night, as a result of a fragmented sleep, probably a result of sleeping on the floor of a different house. I can't really remember the earlier ones, but the last one was that I was a stealthy assassin. And there was also one where something was happening, I don't remember what, but then I decided I would start flying, so I started flying, and then I said to myself, "I forgot I could lucid-dream!" and then I started flying through glass windows, because when I lucid-dream, I fly through glass windows. Because flying and being able to go through glass seem to be my lucid-dreaming super powers.

Dreaming and Intelligence

I had a dream about this boy, he was mistreated and abused and grew up to be like an animal. Less than an animal, even. He had no emotions and no cognitive intelligence, he was a human-shaped creature and full of aggression. It wasn't his fault, he was destined to be like this. Then I dreamed of his death, and the Grim Reaper came for him. The Grim Reaper saw that he never had a chance and took pity on him, and gave him not only a second chance at life, but gifted him with emotions and intelligence, and adopted him. He was a strange thing, with a mind and a heart and an existence that came from Death.

I don't know how or if the dream relates to this, but I woke up remembering something that somebody asked me, once. It had something to do with whether or not I had some kind of mental disability, or abnormality, or something. He wasn't being mean, he was asking nicely out of genuine curiosity, and admitted that it was something he had wondered about.

It is something that I sometimes wonder about. He is not the first person to have wondered that, and I have also found out that in my early school years, my teachers were concerned and wanted to test me. Mum insisted that there was nothing wrong with me. They did some behavioural tests, to see how I understood and followed instructions, and when I did very well, Mum insisted they not test me further.

Today I woke up wondering with the idea that it might be worth making an appointment with a psychologist and finding out for sure. I probably won't get around to doing it, though.

Chamelion Ring

I had some dreams last night/this morning. I've forgotten most of it but I'll mention what I remember...

There was a man, I suspect he may have actually been somebody I know but I don't remember who, although he could have just been some random dream-man my mind made up - but he gave me a ring, I was worried he was proposing to me, but decided that he probably wasn't. The ring had this GIGANTIC fake plastic diamond on it, like, it was bigger than my hand and remarkably gaudy. Not the kind of thing I'd normally like but I liked this guy, so I took it and put it on my hand. Once I did, the diamond started shrinking and changed to the colour of my shirt, (which was red, I think), and the diamond melted into this tiny pool in the ring, so it looked more like a mood ring, but it was a chamelion ring, it was actually kind of cool. Then I placed my hand near my jeans, and the ring turned blue. I experimented, when I placed my hand near different things, it turned those colours, but when I kept my hand away from anything, it turned back into the giant, gaudy, fake diamond.

I was talking to this guy and decided I liked him but I didn't want to marry him, because he'd already been in a number of failed marriages and I didn't want to just be the next in line of his failed marriages.

There was something else, too... I can't really remember, though.