I've noticed that recently. The worse mood I'm in, the curlier it becomes. I think it works the other way too - good moods lead to good hair. Also, when I'm succeeding at poker whilst playing puzzle pirates, my hair will become curlier. I should probably draw a graph... which I might do. It is much more appealing than history revision - which incidentally I can't do one one player. Co-op is out of the question because the only Rob near me does history, he doesn't read my blog and he's not in. Oh well. I know it's there really but THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT!!

My ongoing search for lucidity during sleep is not going too well, but I may be able to gain some by writing a journal to remember my dreams. And in some kind of sick twist, this mornings XKCD was about EXACTLY this. However, I made extra sure I remembered my dream this morning. I'm going to write them here because it happens to be a 'Journal' and it may even be entertaining, if not a little scary at times.


MY DREAM - ENTITLED "RAYMOND FOR PRESIDENT"

The dream began with me brushing my teeth. However, the bathroom was yellow and blue (white in reality), and everything I saw seemed more vivid. Part way through cleaning my teeth, a woman walked into the bathroom asking for someone named 'Beck'. I did not know who she referring too, but she was quite attractive, despite the fact she was wearing some kind of tracksuit. She asked me if I had finished cleaning my teeth - to this I responded 'No', so she locked herself in the toilet. After I'd finished cleaning my teeth, I walked into my room. The woman had appeared again, still asking for 'Beck'. She was uglier than before and she was getting more and more disgusting each time I looked at her. She got shorter and eventually her face began to melt. The next time I looked at her she had grown a beard and turned into a man. The cycle went on to reverse itself, and it kept oscillating. It reminds me of the prostitute from nineteen-eighty-four.

At this point I found myself in a water park. The slide had two sections - the first part was slow and it was actually free of charge, whereas for the second part, one had to pay. The slide split up into several sections - three of them rewarded you with prizes of a red hat with the water parks logo, the rest with a black hat. The red hats were won by me, my brother and my cousin. I kept them all though.

Suddenly I find myself at some kind of party. It was probably a college party - presumably because everyone was there from college... but also people from my primary school. The inside had red walls and chandeliers. There was a lot of people there and everyone one was incredibly drunk. On the outside of the building, there was a garden/courtyard type area. Everywhere was bathed in a particularly strong yellow light. There was a tent, a bit like the on they have on Urbis at the moment, except there were steps up to a platform which went around the structure, about half way up it. Raymond Ho was there - he was wearing a grey shirt but it seemed yellow in the light. Sarah was telling him to be the president, and a lot of the people on the platform thought this way too, even though he seemed reluctant to take on the role. President of what, I am not sure - it wasn't included in the dream, but this is where I got the title from, it seemed particularly eye-catching.

I descended from the tent. Lots of people were below, in a big bowl-like area with lots of steps of differing heights and curves. Two people called me over. Girls, wearing particularly heavy amounts of make up. They looked almost like those Japanese people who wear all white on their faces and perhaps red spots on their cheeks - I forget the name. From the voices, one of them was probably Abbie Murray, I don;t know who the other one was. They were trying to sell me shares in the company that did their make up, and I could pay with the red hats from the water-slide which I had hoarded.

I went back inside again, in another room everyone watched on small chairs, other people from college. I don;t want to bring up the next part, it's kind of weird. If you want to know what hey were watching, you can ask me. I think people will question why I dream about these things - but of course it's not exactly my choice what to dream about, although by writing this down perhaps in the future I will be able to do this.

I did not drink much at all, if anything. Yet suddenly it was the next morning, or rather some morning after the party. The Christmas decorations had gone up in the place where the party had been, but it was June 1st, a tad early for decorations. Everyone else was still asleep in the venue, the only other person awake was Rebekah Sidall. We went to the supermarket and she bought an orange, and I looked at these big gob-stopper minty things that they were selling.

DREAM ENDS

Yeh. I don't quite understand what went on there, but it has to go on the list of weird dreams. I put this at 7th place between 'The Cafe with the secret service servers in the forest' dream (6th) and 'Strip Chess' (8th).