White Mouse

How are you all?

I haven't posted here in a while, so I better start explaining. Ever since I made that last post about the dream, it's been intensifying. I no longer felt dread. I felt menaced by the shadow, and the paranoia I felt in the dream crossed over into waking life. The dream itself hasn't changed much, except I could swear that the shadow was becoming more and more detailed. It formed eyes, two holes as black as night, as well as a mouth, laughing at me with a raspy, breathy voice. I saw things in the corner of my eye. I realised, maybe it was because of the blog, so I stopped. I hoped it would stop too, but it got worse again. Now it's interfering with my daily schedule. I can't sleep too much. I see the thing, no longer in the corner of my eye, but I can swear it's there sometimes. Just as I panic, it disappears. I'm starting to hear cacophonies of whispers at night. Now I understand the meaning of this blog. It is to document the whereabouts of this entity, to investigate it, and bring it to the public. So I will turn it into a journal. Each post will be comprised of two parts: a waking day entry, and a dream entry. I will publish only important entries. Here is one from my personal journal:

2. of April, 2014:

DREAM: Usual recurring one. I was running down a street when I saw the thing. From now on I will refer to it simply as The Shadow. It was gazing at me quite unpleasantly whispering things. Usual panic ensues. I tried to run but my feet wouldn't obey. It started coming closer. People were passing by not giving it a glance. I screamed. Woke up at exactly 3 o' clock in the morning.

WAKING: After the dream, extreme paranoia ensued. Couldn't go back to sleep, despite having slept for only 4 hours. I got up and booted up my computer. I tried to cure my paranoia by looking at a video of puppies playing, but it didn't help. I didn't know what to do at 3 in the morning, so I tried playing Oblivion. It was utterly unenjoyable. After about an hour, I turned around and saw The Shadow. I screamed and rushed out of my apartment into the hallway, undressed, except for undies, and barefoot. I was ashamed of myself behaving this way, but I was too scared to go back in. At about 5 AM I got back in, and it was gone. I put some clothes on this time, just in case. School was starting in 5 hours, so I had time to lose. I decided to be brave and get out for a walk. I went to a small park where I lost count of time and fell asleep, since I was very tired. I was woken up by my 9:30 alarm, which I created due to when I sleeped over last monday (similar situation). School was uneventful. Ended in 4 PM. Rest of day uneventful. Fell asleep ca. 11 PM

More is coming soon.

On irresponsibility

I guess I'm not the most responsible blogger, huh?

A day after my first post I started putting together a review on Pink Floyd's 'The Dark Side of The Moon'. Two days after, I had some pressing issues I wish not to discuss here so I decided not to work on it that day, and said I would do it tomorrow. And I completely forgot about the blog. Sorry, I guess. 

I also changed my mind about the music reviews, cause I don't think I'll be able to put too much of that up.

Dreams however? Fuck yes.

I have a most interesting thing I wish to share with you guys and gals. A recurring dream. 

TUN TUN TUUUUUN!

Not much a recurring dream as a recurring dream character. Since pictures tell a thousand words, let me spare myself of typing and present you with a drawing of this... thing.

It appears every once in a while, and it makes me extraordinarily uncomfortable. I can't even see the end of it. You'll notice that, on this particulary detailed illustration, it's leg's go past the edge of the paper: that's because, as much as I look for them, they are nowhere to be seen. I even tried looking all the way down, then backwards through my legs, and it just projects the thing behind me. It's also huge. I also drew a serious business-looking chap smoking a cigarette next to it, just for size comparison. Apart from being oddly disturbing, it doesn't do much. It just stands there looking at me. Actually, the correct term would be facing me, since I can't make out any details. The dreams where it appears are usually very monotonous: I'm walking around a partially deserted city I never saw before, and it just appears. That's the point where I feel disturbed and try to run, but a part of me won't. I wouldn't describe what I feel as fear, it's more of an odd feeling of dread.

I also noticed that, in waking life, sometimes I get the feeling, but it's just random. It's weird. I also have been feeling a bit on the down side last couple of days, but I don't attribute it to the dreams, since I do have a bad couple of days every now and then with no obvious cause. 

So, now a bit of a recommendation for you guys:

Yesterday, I was feeling rather dull, so I decided to surf the Internet properly for the first time in ages. And oh my, did I find a jewel: Stumbleupon. So this is how it works: you make an account, tick a couple of boxes about your interest, and just press a button. This button takes you to a random site, and this site fits into at least one of the categories of interests you picked earlier. You can find some pretty good stuff, plus registration is quick: you can sign in with Facebook. I'm amazed I didn't find this thing earlier, cause it's really really good and I encourage you guys to take a look at it if you didn't already.

So, that's all of my time, stay tuned for more shenanigans!

-Sawyer!

Intro

Hey, hey, hey! Welcome to my place! Grab a drink and make yourself comfortable, cause we're in for quite a ride. Some of you may know me, most of you don't. The name's Sawyer Sell, amateur musician, dreamer, prog rock lover, procrastinator. I live in London, let's say. Here I'll commonly talk about some of my favourite albums, musicians, bands, etc. I'll also write stuff happening to me in life, and dreams. Dreams play a major role in my life, and I believe they have quite a meaning in life. As I'm sitting in my not-so-comfy chair, sipping my not-so-tasty tea, I'm wondering if I should give you a review right away, or should I get over to other stuff? Ah, screw it, I'm tired.

Anyway, stay here for more, I really have to gather some materials for a decent album review I'm having in mind. Here's a picture of Johnny Cash eating cake in a bush. Why? Why not.