In My Dreams

I awake some mornings astounded at how smart I am in my dreams. Today was one of those mornings. Or really, it was the middle of the night when I woke up and thought, ‘wow, do I really know all of those words? they had to come from somewhere in my brain…’. I of course do not remember the exact words now, and cannot be 100% certain that they really exist, but it makes me wonder. When I woke up and could remember most of them, I was pretty confident they were real words that I’ve heard before. However, I’m also confident that I have never used them and do not even know the real meaning of them in real life. So why is it that I know them in my dreams? Sure, I guess my dreams are accessing my unconscious and using information that I’ve unconsciously (ha ha) stored there, but why can’t I access it in my awake life??

It was nice to dream about being super smart (and by super, I mean super). The best part was that while I was using all of these super smart words, I was rapping. So I was a super smart rapper.

Hmm.. OK I get it now. If I was a super smart freestyle rapper, it would just be unfair to the rest of the world. ‘Cause who can resist that? Must be why these talents are packed away nicely. Who knows… one day maybe they will come soaring out. Watch out, World.


As a side note about dreaming, I once dreamed that I was taking down these two paintings that hang above my bed at my mom’s house. When I woke up, they were on the floor beside me. I had actually taken them down in my sleep. W.e.i.r.d. And once when I was in high school and my mom was waking me up, I must have been dreaming about dinosaurs because I lifted my arm into her face and growled (roared? what do dinosaurs do?) at her. This is all from her account. I was asleep; don’t remember.

Makes me wonder what else I have done while sleeping?

At least I don’t act like this… (in human form)… I hope.



Why Can’t Life be a Musical?

Usually, when I go to the gym, I read a book on my iPad while doing the elliptical, treadmill, or exercise bike. I find that the time goes by faster and I work out longer while reading rather than if I was listening to music. However, at the gym here in Germany, the treadmills don’t have a handy little stand to put my iPad on, so I am forced to listen to music while walking/running.

Now, I say forced…don’t get me wrong. I love music. I love listening to music in the car, while I’m cleaning, when I’m going to sleep, and basically anytime that there is too much quiet. But the thing about listening to music is that I want to dance. And sometimes I can’t control my legs or arms from spontaneously busting a dance move while on the middle of the treadmill. It just happens. I don’t even think about it. It’s like how we say “like” when speaking. We don’t mean to say it… it just comes out involuntarily.

So this morning I was at the gym on the treadmill, and I’m loving my gym playlist right now (below). I’m walking and walking, getting faster and faster, and my head starts to move a bit…then my shoulders…then I realize what’s going on and shake my head to clear it before I start walking normally again. But all I can think about is how much I want to just dance to the music! That’d be a much better workout than the treadmill. (Later, when I got home, I definitely turned on the playlist again and danced.) This is why I need a Zumba class here.

What I want to know is, dancing is so acceptable in bars/clubs…why is it not acceptable in the middle of the gym or while walking down the street like on Glee, Rent, or Singin’ in the Rain? Hm? Why can’t we live in a musical?

My awesome dance moves.

Do other people have similar problems? Or is it just me?

My Current Gym Playlist

We R Who We R – Ke$ha

Peacock – Katy Perry

Ai Se Eu Te Pego – Michel Telo

Dog Days are Over – Florence & The Machine

We Found Love – Rihanna

On the Floor – Jennifer Lopez ft. Pit Bull

Hips Don’t Lie – Shakira ft. Wyclef Jean

Gypsy – Shakira

We Are Young – Fun.

Danza Kuduro – Don Omar & Lucenzo

Young, Wild, & Free – Snoop Dogg & Wiz Khalifa

Early Bird or Night Owl?

Sleep is one of the cornerstones of a healthy lifestyle, with 6-8 hours being the recommended amount of sleep you should get per night. I am one who definitely needs at least 7-8 hours of sleep, or you do not want to talk to me. (Same goes if I am extra hungry: either don’t talk to me or get me a sandwich.) However, I sometimes have a problem actually going to sleep because I’m so wide awake at night. Night is when I flourish…when I’m productive and want to get work done. In the mornings, all I want to do is go back to sleep and I waste a lot of time being slow and as un-productive as possible. I try to go to the gym in the mornings because that always wakes me up and then I get more done during the day. (Another good reason to workout.)

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Needless to say, I’m a definite night owl. No in between. The problem with this is that my brain is so attentive and active at night that it’s hard for me to go to sleep sometimes. Then when I get up between 7 and 8… whenever Yannick (the child that I am an au pair for) wakes up, I’ve hardly slept, and there goes my routine for the week. It makes me wish I was one of those people, like Rachael Ray, that claims they only need 4 hours of sleep at night. Imagine how much you could get done! But even though they say they only need 4 hours… is that healthy? I wonder. Does their body really need more, but their brain doesn’t register that fact? I’m not exactly an expert so I have no idea.

I always try to make sure that I get a good amount of sleep. For one, I love sleeping. And two, it’s good for you. It resets all your buttons and helps your weight stay consistent. But if I could choose, I would choose to be an early bird rather than a night owl because that’s the way the world works. The world operates on an early bird schedule: schools, businesses…most open at 8. What I want to know is: who decided this? Are there more early birds in the world than night owls? Why can’t we operate on a night owl schedule where nothing starts until at least 10 in the morning and we go to bed at 1 in the morning? That would give early birds a nice, relaxing morning with a slow breakfast and maybe a morning run. More importantly, it would let us night owls get our proper amount of sleep.

Who’s with me?