Secondly, I would like to apologize for a lack of a post yesterday. I told myself that I would post every day for 7 days, and I failed, mostly due to a lack of any interesting developments. Obviously, today is different.
Today, I want to talk about a subject that I have always been mildly interested in; Dreams. I say mildly interested, in that I'm one of those people who doesn't care remotely about dream interpretation and what it says about who you are as a person, not because I don't think it has validity, and more because I can't be arsed. However, I've always been fascinated by things like lucid dreaming, (Look it up, because I can't.)
and the idea that one's dreams can be controlled if one simply becomes aware of them. But, this rant is about neither of those things. This rant, is about a dream that I had last night, and a dream that I had the night before.
Two nights ago, my subconscious managed to dream up a non-existent episode of the show How I Met Your Mother, a show that is very dear to my heart. Now, I find this fascinating, because that day was my first day without media. Just last night, I played through a level of Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 3, a game that I have not played in over a year. Now, these two media-related dreams, in such close chronological proximity to each other, makes me think that this is the way my brain is trying to cope. Even more odd, is that this is the first time in a while that I have actually been able to vividly remember my dreams. You see, I think my brain actually needs media. Not on a superficial level, like how you need a lot of money, or you need a fast car. No, I think that my subconscious knows that media is essential to my identity, and quite frankly, my existence as a human being. Thus, it is creating something for me to focus on, and something for me to look forward to at the end of the day. But, maybe it's simply that I've been thinking about media a lot more since I lost it.
Another thing that I'd like to talk about, mostly because it irritated the crap out of me, is an incident that happened yesterday afternoon. So, yesterday after school, my younger brother (by 2 years), Cameron, had a friend over, and, instead of going to Cammy's room, and doing their thing, my little brother did something that confused and utterly baffled me: He brought his friend into the very game room I am sitting in right now, and explained my "plight" to him as if I were some kind of endangered zoo animal. "Yeah, Kyle is on Media Free week right now. He can't watch TV, play games or use the Internet, so he's just reading some shitty book." And then, as if that wasn't bad enough, my younger sibling's moron friend starts asking me questions, as if I'm some sort of guest speaker doing a Q & A! With no regards for my desire to be left alone, to read my damn book in peace! What's up with that?!?
Also, that reminds me; I have recently been reacquainted with the author Terry Pratchett, and would recommend that anyone reading this blog who enjoys either fantasy novels, or Hitch-hikers Guide to the Galaxy, to check his works out.
Anyways, reporting on Day 3 of Media Restriction Week, this is Kyle Whittle, signing off.
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