Posts Tagged ‘weird’

Writers block is one of my favourite things. I enjoy the fact that to find something interesting to say, you need to delve into the deepest recesses of your mind to try think of a memory, or a funny story you’ve read.

As I’m suffering from a bout of writers block today, I’ll tell you about an insane dream I had two nights ago, which is oddly fresher in my mind now that it was yesterday morning.

I was walking through what looked like a derelict city, bits of paper, and dust were flowing around me, but nothing was going in my eyes. The cloud got really thick round me, and I was struggling to see a foot in front of me. Then I saw my self from a third-person perspective. I watched myself grab at the cloud and tear in apart as if it was candy floss, as I tore through, a shot of bright yellow shone through and I stepped out into what I think was a fairground. Back in first person, I saw a clown who was juggling a cat, a dog and a mouse at the same time, and each animal was also juggling a cat, a dog and a mouse at the same time. One of the cats said jump back, so I did and then I was looking through a kaleidoscope at a broken mirror. Then I woke up.

I expect a psychologist would have a field day with that one.

Dreams are crazy, I’ve always had a vivid imagination, and my brain does overtime at night. I used to have a recurring dream when I was young that involved me sitting in the middle of a white cube, about ten foot square, with no visible way out, no windows but bright light. I noticed a small balloon in the corner of the room, and as I approached it started to inflate, the balloon gets bigger and bigger until I’m pressed against the wall and the balloon starts choking me, then I’d wake up, freaking out. I put that one down to being asthmatic from birth, I’m not sure if it was an asthma attack or whether I was just struggling to breathe, but when I woke up I genuinely thought I was choking.

Now these two examples may be a bit weird, but I think dreams can be an amazing form of escapism, sometimes you can wake up and feel brilliant because of a good dream about winning something, or meeting someone long forgotten. Your dreams are unique to you, and its nice to know no-one can take that away from you.

The best thing about dreams is, they are free, and in today’s world it’s about the only thing that you can’t put a price on.

I think Yeats said it best:

“But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”

Sleeptight.

How many cheerleaders can you fit in an elevator?
In the University of Texas, twenty-six cheerleaders wanted to find the answer to that question.

Like something from every teen boys dream, the group of 14 to 17 year old girls were attending cheerleading camp when they decided it would be a great idea to try the experiment.

Unsurprisingly, they got stuck when after they’d crammed in the lift, it couldn’t handle the weight and screeched to a halt trapping all 26 ?geniuses’ inside.

Remarkably, one of the cheerleaders had just enough brain cells to make an emergency call to fire-fighters who had to rescue them.

One girl was treated at the hospital and another two were treated on scene after the disastrous prank.

“The lift went down to the first floor but then the doors of the overloaded elevator wouldn’t open,” officials said.

“After a few panicked cell phone calls, police and fire-fighters were called to the scene and it took a repairman about 25 minutes to fix the door,” police said.

Stuffy UT officials didn’t find the prank very funny.

“It’s dangerous, actually,” UT police spokeswoman Rhonda Weldon said.

“They’re lucky that that’s all that happened.”

Calm down Rhonda.

A Florida wife and mother of three has been arrested for battering her husband with a frozen Lasagne.?

Amanda Trott was arguing with her husband (possibly over who was cooking the diner that night) when she snapped and threw the frozen slab of pasta-y meat, whacking him straight on the head.

Neighbours worried about the brutal food fight called police where Mr Trott claimed his wife had slapped him then hit him with the tasty student snack.

Mrs Trott later admitted the attack.

Sgt. David Cameron of the Florida Police said: “In my opinion, it hurts very much and will cause welts. It’s like throwing a block of ice, and it’s very heavy.”

Mrs Trott was charged with domestic battery, while her husband - lucky man that he is - was arrested on an unrelated injunction charge.

It’s blazing hot in New York right now, so in an effort to cool down some of the city’s summer diners have joined the OCD - that’s the Optional Clothing Diners club.The group even has the best motto ever: “No Hot Soup”, and boasts a membership of 50 people from all walks of life. The group regularly attend restaurants in the city for healthy, clothes free meals.

“We’re just more comfortable nude,” said John Ordover, who rents city eateries for dinner parties with a strict dress code - no clothes allowed.

“We’re not out to shock or put on a public spectacle. We want only to do things that other people do in the way that we are most comfortable doing them. That, for us, is without clothes,” he said.

“We’ve never had a restaurant say no to us, and the waiters think nothing of it,” said Ordover, 46, who by day works as a -fully clothed - Web marketer.

“If you work in a restaurant in New York City, the chances are you’ve seen a lot more shocking things than a room full of naked diners,” he added.

Like any nudist club the OCD has its fair share of eccentric members. A naked stand-up comic and naturist yoga teacher are among the regular diners.