And well, although all the techniques tell me that you need to keep a dream journal, I have been uh too lazy to do so, and being too lazy to develop the habit of incessantly checking my wrist for a random number, I haven't had much success.

But I struck gold and managed to have a lucid dream last week.

Lets just say, halfway during the dream I realized it was a dream, (don't ask me why, it just happened) and suddenly everything became a whole lot clearer.

Well, since it was a dream I could control things you see, unfortunately I got so excited I woke up.

Better luck next time.

Its disturbing how I peversely look forward to night time cause of this.

I'll strike lucky one day.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.