i was so sure i'd made a post yesterday about our bonsai... wierd. our bonsai kinda wilted a bit yesterday (or well, i noticed it yesterday) - it was just getting to looking a little pathetic and sorry-for-itself. so i went online and looked up sites to figure out what could be wrong. as it turns out, bonsais need loads and loads of water - like a bit every day and a bath once a week. when we got it the guy gave us the impression that you didn't need to water them that much. he never specifically said that, but he mentioned "just" and "spray bottle" so what were we supposed to think? so yesterday i watered it twice and then, in the evening, i dunked it in a tub of water and let it soak for a few minutes. i also left in on the kitchen window, where the sun gets in in the mornings. so this morning, when i checked it, it was looking way better :) woo. i can have plants not die on me. this is a first!
now to the second part of my post: my dream last night was strange. but not in the sense of content. as far as the "story" went, it was no stranger than most dreams i have: me and penelope_stone, trapped in a palace that had just been sacked by orcs. but they had killed everyone with some kind of magic / technology that had left the palace in perfect condition. the orcs still surrounded the place, though, and we were trying to stay really quiet and not move so that they wouldn't know we had survived. but then penelope_stone banged her head against the door and they heard and came rushing in. they chased us through massive corridors but we lost them and met up with a group of survivors in a huge atrium-like area. and some of them had cute pokémon-like creatures. (i wonder where that came from?!)
anyway.
all that was fine. the really strange thing about the dream was the quality of it. it was like dreaming in HD or having a 3d thing perfectly modelled and textured and rendered at the highest quality possible. everything looked amazing.
there are dreams you can have that feel real - like real life. well this wasn't like that at all. it was like a normal dream, except that all the imagery was crystal clear and frighteningly beautiful - like when you see something that is so perfect, your heart and mind kind of close up because you can't accept that something so amazing can actually exist in this world (i'm not sure if anyone else has ever actually had this feeling - like a burst of emotion so intense that it frightens you).
anyway - in my dream, everything was ultra-real. the pattern of the grain on the wood of the door, the way the light came through the windows and contrasted with the shadows on the ground and walls. even just the quality of the light; it was so bright coming through the domes and sky-lights on the ceiling and setting everything it landed on blazing with brightness...
i know what it was like - it was like dreaming in HDR, that very specific sort of light and shade that only HDR can give you. (kind of a bit like this hdr.)
yea. describing the quality of dreams is kinda hard.
so not much else. i'm heading to cork for the weekend.
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