I met Harry Styles in the most amazing dream…again

So I haven’t blogged in a while seeing as I’m extremely busy not studying for exams…  So today I had my first exam for anthropology, which as you know, I’ll probably have failed anyway, and did today.  And last night, I was up till around one am just…looking at really vague revision slides that the lecturer made for the last week.  Kinda helped and kinda didn’t, but turns out, I should give myself a bit more credit, some stuff I did listen to in tutorials did come in handy.  So with an early wake up call at 6:30am that I left till 7am (good job me) I feel asleep exhausted, and went to gain an eventful and blissfully euphoric six hours sleep…

And the dreaming begins…

Much alike any other dream I’ve had, this specific section was dreamt just before I woke up from a pressed bladder.  Anyway, rather than beginning with how amazing and overwhelmed I felt in my dream and when I woke up, I’ll try to begin by recounting this epic love story…

So I was in the shopping centre, not sure which one, and I was with a friend, also not sure who.  Actually I think it might’ve been my sister…  Anyway, we are in the middle of turning the corner to go down the escalator when from the corner of my eye, I see this curly haired cute boy with hipster glasses on.  I’m like, oh my god, is that who I think it is?  I look at him, and he looks back at me.  I look at him half quizzically and he turns back to whatever he’s doing and is trying to be inconspicuous.  I’m not quite sure, I think I say to my sister something like, “Oh my god, I think that’s Harry Styles over there…!!!”  It’s my last chance, as we turn and walk down I call out, “HARRY!!”  He turns and looks up at me!  It is him!!  It’s Harry Styles!!  His effortless bespectacled disguise cannot fool me!  My life flashes before my eyes (okay well this is just author exaggeration, it could’ve happened!).  He shoots me this look as if he’s saying, “Come now if you want to meet me!  Before everyone realises it’s me and crowds me…”, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide and neck jerked slightly forward.  So of course, I make my way hurriedly back to him!!

I’m somewhat swoop up to him and we embrace!  It’s warm and longing, and my arms loop under his arms, around the back of his chest, hugging him so tight!  (Wow, sorry, I feel really lame writing like a fanfiction, but to be fair, this is a real dream I had last night!)  I say something like, “I love you so much!  This is the most amazing moment of my life!!”  Something really cheesy like that, that he hears all the time.  But to be honest, I don’t think I even care.  I am euphoric, my heart is racing, it feels like it’s going to burst from my chest and I can’t stop smiling!!!

I had always thought about what I would say if I met Harry, and the others boys too, trying to think of something memorable, cool and interesting!  But then I realise, that the only reason why I’d want to say something like that is so I can spark up some sort of friendship, when in reality, it will never happen.  But then I tell myself again, you have to believe if you want to achieve!  Be positive and optimistic!  (Or it could be contrarily construed as naive and wishful).

Anyway, back to the dream!  In my dream, Harry was wearing a thin white tee with some sort of black calligraphic drawing on it…so loose yet form fitting, caressing his sexy body.  (Ultimate fanfiction moment).  He says something back to me like, “I love you too.”  I don’t know, I don’t remember what he said to me in my dream, but I’m going to make myself believe it was something as amazing as that and that it really did happen (in my dream I mean, I suppose I could also be delusional and make myself believe it happened in real life, but that’s just crazy).

I’m not sure what even happens, but then some people he knows or I know, or maybe even randoms come up to us (while we’re having an intimate moment) and basically I end up taking a few pictures of Harry and some fans or friends.  I’m handing him his phone or something and we’re standing close…and then I wake up.

Oh lord, when I woke up, it was 6:18am.  I was smiling so much my cheeks hurt!  The dream was so amazing, and incredible, and fabulously intimate I felt as though my heart would burst out of love!  Yet at the same time, I felt so incredibly sad that this may never happen, and I will never even get to experience this utterly epic sensation, it’s unforgettable…  So basically, an overwhelming overload of euphoria and melancholy, as I have described many dreams and moments before…  Oh life.  What a hand you’ve dealt me.  What an amazing dream.  I wonder what will happen the next time I dream about Harry…just wondering makes me smile.

All my love,
Just Another Woo Girl

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Dreaming of bantering with The Wanted

I have some majorly serious procrastination issues, and I feel like even calling them simply ‘procrastination issues’ is an understatement and gives it some sort of power that it doesn’t actually have, I mean, the problem isn’t procrastination, the problem is me procrastinating, me!  Anyway, so basically to my body’s dismay, I slept the whole day.  The thing is, I can say that I didn’t want to, because I did, just to get away from doing my assignments.  So even though my mind is bright, my body is seriously dragging me down, oversleeping is a curse, now I know why Sleeping Beauty didn’t want to sleep anymore…  She must’ve felt like death when she woke up, aside from the fact that a sexy prince was the one to kiss her awake…

So on the plus side, I had another incredibly amazing and vivid dream, better than any yet, about The Wanted.  It makes me sad that I can’t remember the details of it, since I dreamt it maybe four hours ago, but I’ll try to recount the highlights, for my and maybe your pleasure.

I think we were in a shopping centre, me and all five of the boys.  Nathan’s voice was fine.  I think we were in Top Shop or something similar like Sportsgirl with a vintage section (I really want to go shopping and buy new pants because it’s getting cold).  And I’m not all that sure what happened after but I ended up sitting around this table in the shopping centre on some couches.  I was sitting next to Jay (my love) and all the boys were around, we were just talking and laughing about things I again don’t remember.  Then I think we started singing along to their new single Walks Like Rihanna and we were all miming and bopping and making faces at each other, and I think this was the best time of my dream life.  I can’t really specify as to what we were talking about so it’s a bit vague as to why it was fun, but I remember me and all the boys in the dream really laughing and just being crazy!  Ah fun times in my dream.  Me and Jay, oh if only there was such a thing!  Only in my vivid dreams.  Bantering, smiling, laughing…

And then I woke up.  And I tried to go back to sleep so the dream could continue, but as we all know, it never happens…  The Wanted left Sydney yesterday and my heart is breaking, I wish they were here for longer, or lived here, or I don’t even know, they flew off to Melbourne and are off to Japan tonight or tomorrow.  But I feel so lucky and privileged that they chose to perform their latest single live for the first time in Australia!  And in Sydney too, my home town!  Amazing, I love them so much!  When are they seriously going to tour Australia?!

One Direction also announced their 2014 Where We Are Tour!!  I’m so excited!!!  I want to go so badly!  Oh those boys, I love them all!  Anyway, got two essays to write which I haven’t started and they were due two days ago!  At least these are for anthropology and sociology, so it’s two marks a working day…

It hit me recently, that I actually am so angry and annoyed that my sister told me sociology was so incredibly interesting..!!  Fuck no!!!!  And then she’s like to me, “Whoops!  Got sociology and social psychology mixed up!”  Now I realise HOW FUCKING PISSED OFF I AM!!!  Sociology is the damned most boring subject of them all, I seriously do not give a fucking fuck about the content!  And I know social psychology is interesting, because I’m doing psychology!!  If I didn’t change to fucking most boring sociology, I could be doing fun and easy linguistics!!!!!!  FUCK MY LIFE!!!!  Linguistics doesn’t even have an exam at the end!!!  Fucking hell.  Never listening to my sister again.

Life,
Just Another Woo Girl

Ed Sheeran in my dreams

This morning I had the pleasure of waking up feeling fresh and ready at the bright and early hour of 7am!  Instead, I went back to sleep and had yet another turbulent dream that always seems to happen when I oversleep…  And this time, it was about Ed Sheeran.  My love, my life, my only.

Ed has appeared in my dreams many a time actually, and once, we had coitus (lol).  Anyway, this time, was simply amazing.  I was at a concert of his.  I think it was exclusive or something because there weren’t many people there, maybe like two to three rows deep of people.  I was there with my uni friends, having an amazing time being so close to the sexy and amazing Ed!  I loved every minute of the actual concert I went to, and enjoyed it all the more in my dream.

But then something happened, and my uni friends had to leave for some emergency.  It was night time, I selfishly decided to stay and watch Ed.  Selfishly, because I think it was some sort of emergency, and I remember distinctly in my dream feeling guilty but then going back anyway.  So they left.  The exit to the concert hall was a shopping centre.

I walked back in, happily, and was approaching close to the stage and then Ed reaches his hand out to me and I grab it and he PULLS ME ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIM!  AHHHH FANGIRL ALL THE WAY SERIOUSLY IT WAS CRAZY IN MY DREAM!!! My heart is pounding, racing, and I can feel the smile from all the way inside my stomach, it was pure euphoria!!  I thought he was going to ask me to sing along with him for one of his songs, which would’ve been perfect, because then he’d realise I could actually sing which apparently is rare at a concert*.  That could be me!  In my mind, which was racing, I was imagining Ed being my mentor, and loving him for my eternal life.  He handed me a mic, and I was so excited to sing for him, then, he asks me to rap.

Rap?!  He starts playing a rap song, I’m not sure if it’s his, and I don’t know it!  I’m so embarrassed that he’s pulled me up on stage, as one of his biggest fans and I didn’t know the words to this rap!  Anyway, I start rapping, fumbling around for words I don’t know, and Ed’s next to me, encouraging me!  And then he takes me back off stage into the mosh pit.

Anyway, the concerts over now.  I go outside to see if I can meet my friends, I call one of them, and ask them where they are, but they’ve already left.  They’d caught a bus home…  So I go to our locker, and sure enough, everything is gone.  I think my bag is gone as well, but I don’t know, I wasn’t that worried, or I mightn’t even had had a bag…  So I go back inside.  Everyone’s walking out, and Ed’s walking around the theatre seating meeting the fans, but they’re all gone.  Yeah, somehow the seating changed from mosh, to red velvety theatre seats.

I go up to him and say, “Hi Ed!  You were amazing!  Can I get a picture with you?”  Ecstatically, we hug and I turn around in one swift motion and pass my phone to this guy with red hair, and he takes a picture for us!  I have my arms around Ed’s shoulders and his arm is around my waist, and it’s the most amazing moment ever!!  We are really friendly, I don’t run out of things to say, it’s all smooth and great!  I feel like I may have kissed him on the cheek it was so amazing.  Then we hug again, but this time super tightly, like swaying side to side, and being all besties!  But then I think I take the hug too far and we basically fall over the chairs (as you know theatre seats are super steep) all the way down to the bottom, with me landing on top of him, we’re still hugging.  This is not in the romantic way that you think.  It was so awkward!  Because I was the one who started making the hug really strong and swaying a lot!  Anyway, his face is kinda like saying, this is awkward, and what the fuck.  So I say goodbye, and I love you and all that, you’re amazing, etc.  And he smiles and says good bye as well, and I walk off, in euphoria!  Forget about the awkward moment where I tackle him, I JUST MET ED AND IT WAS AMAZING!!!  The conversation was amazing, he was amazing, there was definitely an awesome connection.

I feel like I would’ve given him my twitter, but I don’t know.  It was the perfect experience meeting one of your favourite singers!  Everything I’d dreamed it would be!!  Ed is so incredible!  I love him so much.  And this was the best Ed dream yet!  It was way more intense than the sex one!

Sweet dreams!
Just Another Woo Girl

*I watched this video on youtube of Michael Buble getting a birthday boy to come on stage to sing with him, and he was like crazy surprised that the boy could sing!

One Direction dreaming about…me?!

So I had a cool thought this morning.  You know how every fan in general, wants to meet their god.  Let’s just say, specifically me, a Directioner, wanting to meet One Direction (oh lord), meets them!  That would be a dream come true, and I will remember that moment every day for the rest of my life, and obviously capture the moment in film, and, in pictures!  With the iPhone 5, so awesome…

Oh yes, side note.  When I met The Wanted, I had the ultimate dilemma, of whether to film it, or to take pictures.  I ended up filming it so I could possibly take screenshots later, and I could also upload it to YouTube, where people who actually care can see.  (Well I guess I could’ve uploaded pics to tumblr but oh well).  But now, with the iPhone 5, my dilemma is solved!  As I can take pictures, AND videos at the same time!

Anyway, so if I met One Direction, it’d make MY life, but would it make THEIR lives?  The greatest scenario of course would be, I meet them, and then mine and Harry’s eyes meet, and we fall in love at first sight. We exchange information and I stay in Sydney and he goes back to London, after the tour, and after we had met up after the concert.  And then, I go to London on exchange for a year for university, and I meet up with him, and out love rekindles.  We have our ups and downs, but in the end, it’s… Meant to be (Everybody Loves Raymond reference).

But of course, again, my friends will deny this ultimate reality, and say, “They’ll forget you, they meet millions of crazy girls all the time.”

But!  Here comes the amazing revelation that I believe that I myself have discovered.

When you dream, the people you see, they are actual people that you’ve seen in real life.  This is because your brain can’t actually make up random faces and bodies, so they take random people like from on the street, people you haven’t even looked at properly but your subconscious notes their face and existence into your mind.

And thus, although they may not remember me.  Their subconscious will.  And they will, in fact, dream about me!  One Direction dreams about me.

I haven’t met them yet, but, I was outside their vans while they were inside the van and was standing right in front, and, they WOULD HAVE SEEN ME!

So in conclusion, One Direction will, or have had, dreams about me.  ME!!!

Laters,
Just Another Woo Girl

P.s. I haven’t blogged in a while, I’m half considering doing vlogs on YouTube, except, that would take some extreme adjustments…

Car Dreams

I long the day when I can drive, the winding roads that spiral down the mountain with views of the horizons and the cities below, the breeze rustling through my hair as I roll down the top of my convertible, the smell of daisy’s and crisp air while my cream, white scarf blows away…  Italy, I suppose this would take place.  

I may even have minor thoughts of road trips in the hot summer, in an old blue sedan, cruising with the windows down because there’s no air conditioning, and then we step out of the car into a lush forest where we ride our vintage bicycles on the dirt track, and then I suppose we stop off at a cliff where we enjoy a carton of Moove milk each.  I think we’d agree that an air conditioned journey would probably be the most enjoyable, rather than a hot tanked tin trip.

But what I most long for, is the time when I can roll up the windows, by myself, driving fast through a highway and belt out Whitney Houston or One Direction song.  That is the life.  The dream.  That I know I will someday live out, enjoy, and love.  Oh the joy, a little bit of fist pumping, a little bit of head bopping, and a lot of seat dancing.  Seat dancing, one of the best genres of dance.  This entails the wriggling of the bottom half of your body whilst using arm, shoulder and head movements to seat dance in time to the music. 
I have this small inkling that this innate desire of mine to seat dance and sing while driving, may in fact (not sure, though I think it may be possible), that I will, be the perpetrator, of an accident.  So as the safe driver I will be, I’ll look to the left, look to my right, look in the rear view mirror, look forward, and dance only when not seen by others, thus, to avoid an incredibly awkward/lol situation.
Now here comes a red light, slowing down, smoothly I come to a stop.  Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream comes on!  Oh my god!  Initiate seat dancing and emotive singing.  Fun, fun, fun, fun, looking forward to the street lights, I feel something gazing upon me.  Is it the red light cameras?  No, it is, (FML), the person next to me.  Now to avoid this situation that has occurred in many films and advertisements, I shall invest in the darkest midnight window tinting.  Not only will I preserve my dignity, I will look super cool while doing it.
On the other hand, if I become super famous… Well I’d be famous so who cares.
xoxo
Just Another Woo Girl