Treeglow Flicker

I would stay and hold ground against whatever force of destruction was trying to assault my sanctuary. Might even enjoy it.

Definitely a Summer girl. I need the warmth.

Not through surgical means. But if I'm supposed to live forever, then I won't complain. But there would have to be rules and boundaries between myself and the mortal folk.

Because it makes me feel alive.

PILK! It's a mix of Pepsi and milk and it causes anyone in my vicinity to run for the hills.

Just the usual plans for me so far.

Yep.

Only for photos. I really can't smile on cue or fake smile at all. If I need to smile for a photo, then I need to think of something that makes me genuinely smile.

I have a doorbell alarm set up in my bedroom because it's also my office for when I am working. Last week during the morning, it chimed loudly while I was asleep causing me to fight my way out of bed and rush for the front door, which can take a while to get to. I rushed because sometimes it can be a delivery for my brother and I was actually expecting something. It turned out to be just some guy wanting to give me offer to fix my fallen fence panels that got knocked over during a windstorm not too long ago. The bad bed hair and the fact I was in my pyjams didn't seem to phase them. Neither did trying to explain to him that I intended to handle the panels myself. I would put up a "No Soliciting" sign. But like any other times I've tried that sort of thing, it is taken as a suggestion instead of as an instruction. Week before, somebody wanted to give me a quote to resurface my driveway. That also got me out of bed.

Attempts have been made.

Would a spray bottle upset a Wookie?

That I am my own boss lady and that my bed is in immediate proximity to my desk.

That not everybody has a conscience or a sense of right and wrong. Also, not everybody can be reasoned with through civilized discussion.

Pringles. The original.

Absolutely everything. I was giving the entire fridge a thorough clean.

Something from one of my favourite games of the past.

Oh yeah! I still love Sophie's interpretation of the dream. I still have the drawing I did. So wish I could remember how it looked more accurately.

A few people I've casually chatted with about dreams in the past usually say that they suddenly wake up when they "die" in their dream/nightmare. Others have mentioned the sensation of looking at their body after being "killed" by something in their dreams. Weird in its own way and fascinating, although kinda morbid.

My weirdest one still to date is transforming into a creature and eating a nightmare that was trying to harm me. After I ate the nightmare, I saw what I was in a third person perspective briefly. I've had smaller transformations but not to the point of eating anything that was trying to harm me. Instead my arms would turn into shadow like limbs with clawed hands and I would grab whatever it was that was attacking me and just crush it into a wall or the ground. Everytime, I found myself grinning with fury to the point that my entire face ached. I never die in my dreams either. I've been shot, stabbed, violently struck with things. Yet I'm always refusing to die in them. I'm always standing back up like some unkillable monster before lunging at whatever has attacked me. Always fighting back no matter the horrible fate. But the more nicer ones I have are the ones where I wake up suddenly feeling really homesick for places and missing people. It might not sound nice, but it fills me with such a warm feeling of fondness and love for them all. But the weird thing is. These are places and people that don't even exist in the waking world. In my dreams, the places are so familiar and it's like I've known them forever. A vast majority aren't even human. I remember playing this stupid game with one of them, some guy with large horns and his brother. We would take turns to push our foreheads together as hard as we could to try and get the opponent to fall over. I still remember and feel it clearly. Gritting my teeth, feet digging against the ground and really pushing my head against his with as much force as I could. I was tiny compared to him. Then both of us ended up just fallin over laughing. There's also songs and music in my dreams that don't exist in the waking world. I always try my best to hum or sing them when I wake up so that I can try and burn them to memory before I lose them.

I'm a reclusive, awkward and playful eccentric who spends her waking hours creating or studying things.

Not really. Although I've been trying to do something about that.

I gesture with my hands and arms a lot when I'm talking. Also, I always feel I have to rush what I want to say. A habit that came about due to always having people interrupt me mid speech or suddenly speaking for me when I was thinking about what I wanted to say. Which has left me as being somewhat of an awkward and eccentric communicator in certain situations.

It usually depends what I'm up to. But it is definitely a time that I stay up past on occasions.

Whether or not to shower before bed or when I wake up.