niedziela, 30 listopada 2014

A dose of creations of my imagination

It’s high time to present some examples of my unusual dreams. As I wrote in my first post I have a notebook, or rather two notebooks in which I write down my dreams. I started to do this almost four years ago and I have already gathered more than 100 dreams. Unfortunately, a lot of my dreams disappeared from my mind before I could save them. I chose three dreams that I think are weird, funny and contain some elements and situations that could never happen in real life. Here they are:

“Pre-Easter shopping”
It was a sunny morning of Easter Saturday. My mother just prepared a basket with food to take it to church but she suddenly noticed that she forgot to buy bacon. She said that it was very important ingredient of the Easter breakfast and she asked me to go to the shopping center to buy a piece of bacon. When I went there the stalls with food were almost empty because people bought everything. I asked each seller if he had a little bit of bacon. Unfortunately I heard only negative answers so I decided to buy a piece of cheesecake instead. I thought that for my mum there was no difference between bacon and cheesecake. When the seller was packing the cake I reached for my wallet. Suddenly I saw a man dressed in black with a balaclava on his face running at me. He quickly approached me and started tickling me. I couldn’t stand it, I was laughing and I fell to the floor dropping the wallet. The robber grabbed my wallet and run away from the shopping center. Nobody even reacted to that situation…

“Walking in the forest”
Me and my boyfriend went for a walk to the forest. I was afraid of wild animals. He wanted to calm me and told me how to behave in case of attack of a dangerous animal: ‘When you see a wild animal you can’t go away! You should jump in the bushes, walk on all fours and growl as a dog. All the forest creatures are afraid of dogs and wolves. If you pretend to be one of these two other animals won’t do anything bad to you.’ We were continuing our walk when suddenly I heard the snap of branches and purr of an animal. We started going on all fours and growling in the bushes. The animal was running in our direction so I growled louder and more threatening. When the animal approached us I noticed that it was a huge bear. I thought that the method of growling didn’t work but when the bear was very close to me it fell to the ground and died. My boyfriend looked at me with a big surprise on his face and said: ‘I was just kidding with that growl!’



“Good always wins”
I was on a private, fenced territory and I couldn’t find the exit. I saw a barn and I entered it. There was my friend and an old woman. My friend told me not to listen to the woman because she was a witch and she could cast a spell on me if I listened to her words. I realized that we were prisoners of that witch. Then the husband of the witch called her and when she went out of the barn I started to mull over a plan of escape. My friend wasn’t optimistic of that idea. She didn’t believe in our success. Unexpectedly I noticed that the woman was far away with her husband and they didn’t see us. I caught my friend’s hand and I started to run towards the fence. The witch saw us and began to chase us waving the wand. Fortunately, at the last minute we managed to jump over the fence. We hid behind two trees which suddenly quaked and their roots emerged over the ground. The trees flew away with me and my friend embracing the trunks and they took roots in the lawn next to the house of an old couple who were good people. They were very happy to see us. The woman showed us the destroyed house of the witch in the far distance and said ‘You defeated the witch! It’s true that good always wins!’

wtorek, 11 listopada 2014

The only remaining flash of creativity

In reference to my previous post I would like to write about how my creativity and imagination have changed in the course of time.

When I finished elementary school, my mind was still full of ideas. I found a new way to realise them and I started to write poems, stories and lyrics for songs. Initially I didn't want anyone to read them, but one day I showed some of my compositions to my ex-best friend. Unexpectedly, she also began to write. Then I noticed that her poems were very similar to mine. Probably for that reason I lost the inspiration. Even if I had time and wanted to write something I lacked ideas.
In upper secondary school I wrote only a few short poems. Anyway, in the drawer in my desk there were a lot of sheets of paper with some incomplete lines written on them.

Besides poems I was using my imagination also to create some handmade gifts, decorations and jewellery. I used to spend all my free time making bracelets, earrings and other trinkets for my family, friends and for myself. I’ve never used any model, I have always invented my own designs for jewellery. However, as time goes by, the number of my projects has decreased. Fortunately in this case the inspiration didn’t disappear at all. It still happens that I create some handicrafts but only occasionally.

I would like to tell you something more about this hobby. If it comes to jewelry I like the most to make earrings and bracelets with colourful beads. I like floral patterns and vivid, warm colours, not pastel (and I hate pink!).




A lot of my friends think I’m crazy that I have the patience to create something with such tiny components. Nevertheless I love it and what’s more my patience is almost unlimited. For example when I drop one bead I don’t take immediately another one but firstly I have to look for that first bead everywhere. 


Except jewellery I like to make also gift boxes, greeting cards and other useful decorations.

Now I have problem when I have to come up with an idea to do something. It refers not only to artistic activity but also to other areas of my life. I wonder where is my imagination now? And I guess it hid somewhere in my dreams, given that they are so unusual, intriguing and complex.

At this point it would be good to quote one of my weirdest dreams but unfortunately I can’t trust my memory and the notebook with my dreams isn’t in my reach now. Therefore I will continue this subject in my next posts.