As you may have noticed, I've not had a great week. However, this weekend's been brilliant. Firstly, I went biking with Matt and his dad, Jan [I'm pretty sure it's Jan], I'd never been before, and it was one hell of an experience. I went through the whole track only falling off at one particularly tricky little hill thing, which I then went back and tried again, and succeed! There was one part that was a MASSIVE slope, seriously steep, like to the point that if I'd thought it through I'd certainly have said 'no, this is a bad idea, there's tree roots and rocks, I may well fall off and seriously injure myself and the slope's FUCKING WELL STEEP', but I didn't think about it, did it, and was so very proud of myself afterwards. Then, after all my amazing feats of daring and pure skill [not luck at all] on the track, I was persuaded by Matt to try a jump from a ramp. Obviously I went right over the handlebars, grazed my elbow, but was generally okay, the fall had Matt and his dad in stitches. Then came the phrase "You may as well give it another go" from Matt. So, after some deliberation, I did. I didn't fall off this time, but I landed pretty precariously. Then came the phrase again "You may as well give it another go". So I did, and I landed precariously again, but stayed at the business end of the handlebars. So, Matt came along with his lovely new catchphrase "You may as well give it another go". I was at the point of giving up, but Matt can play me like Conor can play the kazoo. He basically set it as a personal challenge to do it, and he said he'd set the pace for me. So he rode alongside me, because supposedly the reason I was failing was to do with not going fast enough. So I kept up with Matt, went over the ramp at speed, leaned back as far as I physically could [as instructed], and went flying over the handlebars at speed, landed on the same elbow, obviously, winded myself a bit, grazed my side, doubled the grazing on the elbow, but was pretty much okay. Matt and his dad were, at this point, in absolute tears laughing. Fucking great fun, all in all, but it'll take me a few weeks to fully recover.
Here seems as good a place as any, I'ma tell you about my nightmare. [You'll see later in the post what I mean by that]. In my nightmare, that I had last night, I remember being in a small creamy white hard room sort of thing, which was actually just a part of the room proper. There was a sort of gap in the wall to get in and out, and the walls didn't reach the roof, It wasn't very high, either. Me and Matt and a couple of other people were hiding, but it was only me and Matt in this little bit of the room, and I led in the small gap between the wall and roof to see outside the little room thingy. The next thing I remember is being inside the mini-room, and someone ran in and tagged us. I'm not certain why, but I then started getting very angry at Matt and the person that tagged me. On reflection, they hadn't done anything wrong, but I was so angry I didn't care. I ended up in the room proper, it was square and white like the other bit, had a gap instead of a door, but the walls reached the ceiling. There was a basic wooden chair with a painting above it - only a small one, very basic painting, I didn't see exactly what it was, but I vaguely remember it being red-ish and had something resembling a tree on it. There was a door [gap] opposite the chair. I sat on the chair, with just one other person in the room. Through the doorway sort of thing I could see a little cabinet with a vase on top, with five flours in [I remember the vase in detail, down to the number and colour of flours] It occurred to me that more people had been playing the tag/hide-and-seek game, but no-one was left. Suddenly I knew that something had killed them. That something then started to grip me, compress me, bearing in on me from all sides, making me struggle to breathe, I was panicking, I was certain I was going to die. I was scared for the other person in the room, too. They'd be next, I wanted to stop it getting to them, but I couldn't. I was going to die. I couldn't breathe.
I woke up, lying with my duvet horizontal, on my side, arms both sort of in front of me. That's why I couldn't breathe in the end. My actual self couldn't breathe, so it transferred over into the dream. See why I didn't want to end on that? [I've backtracked, you'll get it in a minute]
Today, I watched Watchmen with my dad and brother. I LOVE that film. Other than that, today's been pretty normal, but I'm still in a good mood from yesterday.
I was also very happy to check my phone this morning after not looking at it since yesterday and see that three people had asked me if I was going to town, which very much made me feel... I don't know, generally happy that three people thought of me. That probably sounds ridiculous/pathetic, but it means a lot to me, go away >.<
Also, Lou's back! Probably sucks for her, to be on our cold wet little island again, but I'm glad to have her back [I imagine a fair few other people are, too].
Also, my mum bought me another surprise alarm clock and two folders. She has an odd idea of the sort of things I like to receive randomly, but I'm happy because it's just my sort of thing; sturdy and practical. Also, folders are always nice, mine are bound to break at some point.
I'ma backtrack and tell you about my nightmare now, because I don't want to end on a low, because all in all it's been a pretty awesome weekend.
Here's a weird little recurring thought of mine to end on, and some of you reading this may be thinking 'oh god' when I say this, but I was thinking [being the nerd I am] about Newton's first law of motion. The wording I know is:
"An object will remain in constant uniform motion unless acted upon by an external unbalanced force."
Now, I was thinking of how to better word that in simple terms, and ended up with a nice piece of advice for life in general:
"Things don't change unless you change them"
Thanks for that, Newton; I bid you Adieu.
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