Dare to Dream

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
― Edgar Allan Poe 

How many of you have ever woken up from a completely f*cked up dream?

All of you? Okay read on...

After waking up today from a dream that was one of the weirdest I’ve ever experienced, it got me thinking:

Why do we dream in the way we do, and why are we (well, some of us – read: MEEEEE) so messed up?

  

Apparently, when you dream you become the complete opposite of who you actually are. For example if you’re normally a very numbers-oriented, logical person then your dreams will be very out there and creative and vice versa.

Also, if you have particularly violent dreams and are prone to act them out (kicking, screaming, yelling) it can be a warning sign of a brain disorder later on (scary, huh).

Women tend to dream about being chased, losing a loved one or being absolutely confused.

What do men dream about (predominantly)?

Sex.

Within 5 mins of waking up 50% of your dream is forgotten and within 10 mins 100% is gone. The way to skip this? As soon as you wake up think about something else (ie. what to have for brekky) and I promise you'll remember your dream.

Only 12% of people dream in full colour.

And, mind boggling enough: you actually can control your dreams (hello Inception) – and video gamers (those used to controlling their worlds) are the best at this.

For more info on sleepland click here.

No Regerts?

 None at all?

Tattoos, tattoos, tattoos. 

Seems everyone has one/wants one/is in the middle of getting one.

But why?

Why are we so obsessed with inking ourselves? With permanently marking our bodies with a painful needle that digs into the skin and traces patterns?

And, more importantly:  

Why do we call this art?

I grew up learning that art is carefully thought out beautiful pieces of work that show emotion, meaning and depth. Not a southern cross stamped on someone’s back.

I’m in no way saying tattoos are bad – if done right. But why is it that we feel the need to mark our skin with words “Family/Mum/Forever/Sisters/Australia/SUCH IS LIFE”? Can we not remember how important these people/things/places are to us unless they are inked?

On another note: people keep going on and on about how these things are going to look when we’re older...but at this rate our entire generation is going to be old, wrinkly and inked. So shut up with the ‘think about what this will look like when you’re 70’, because...YOLO, right?

Anyway, here’s a few regertful tatts (pun intended):

 

  

So, if you're getting/have a tattoo good for you. I just hope you thought it through.

^^unintentional rhyme