Dream a little dream

          I'm still not exactly sure what to blog about. I mean, I don't know what to say or write about. So for now, I'm just gonna write about what is most on my mind at a given time.


          Well today, I'll like to talk about dreams. You know, the fall asleep and lose track of reality type of dream. I've always wondered if dreams had special qualities. Did they solve some sub-conscious problems, did they tell the future, were they a window into our true self, or are they just something to entertain our mind for eight hours a day when everything goes dark. Recently, I've had some weird dreams and I couldn't help but question them. Most of them were unnervingly realistic and the rest were flat out crazy, though I do think they would make a hell of plot to an action movie. As long as you didn't question it.

So about those dreams I've had, let me share with you a few. First off, after I wake up from a really bizarre or important dream, I do my best to try and remember it in detail. As most people know, it's really hard to remember a dream. We lose 50% of a dream about a minute after we wake up, and forget about 90%  ten minutes after we wake up, but I tried my best to remember.

My most recent dream, was disturbing. I mean it scared me. And not scared me like, oh my god a ghost, no. Scared me as in, I was scared of myself. The me in that dream. It was a very realistic version me me. And he was angry. So very angry. The circumstances to why he was angry were ridiculous, but the emotion I felt was very real. I wanted to destroy everything. I felt pure contempt, and I know I could have gone further. So much...further. When I woke up, it was still there. All that anger and rage. Then slowly it faded into the recesses of my mind. But I know it's there.

I've discovered that a lot of my dreams tell me about myself. It's interesting. I've been going through a physical and emotional change lately, and it's effected the way I think. That's been reflected in my other dreams. this dream I feel reflects the fact that I've been more open, emotionally lately. Letting in happiness and hints of love here and there. But it seems that cracked a door in my mind to let in, the other emotions. Ones I've had problems with. It also didn't help that I had to play some really angry characters in a few scenes lately. I've had..issues expressing anger, because I don't usually bother with it. But having to find anger so I could play it onstage has changed things. But all this is a lot for one post.

There is one thing I believe dreams do occasionally, and that is they answer questions. They most likely won't be the one plus one equals two type questions, but the are important questions about ourselves. Questions that ask who we are, what do we believe in, and what kind of person we want to be. 

Until next time then.

My First Solo Performance

         Over the course of a year, I tend to be in a lot of performances, be it Theatre or Showchoir or with my dance crew, Euphoria. And as it turns out to be, there are no records of me doing any of this. Well, here is my most recent performance, and it happens to be my first "solo" performance, dancing anyways. But this is from a variety show that the Theatre department put on at Georgia Southern. But anyways, here it is. My dance skit, entitled 'New Shoes'.




p.s. Overlook my long lanky arms. They are quite disproportionate to my body and tend to....'flail'. I'm hoping  one more growth spurt will take care of that, and I'll look normal. Enjoy!!!

Acting vs Real World

     Everyone knows what the real world is. It's that place where everything you want to happen doesn't happen and the last thing you need to happen does. I mean, it never works the way you want. But that's ok, because  again, it's the Real World. Reality is a very exhausting place to be. And when you have to commit yourself fully to it, well sometimes it doesn't seem worth it.

     I mention in an earlier post that I was an aspiring actor/dancer. Reality is the worse place to be one of those. In all honesty, the chances of me making to the top as an actor or dancer are rather slim. but I'm banking on the chance I've got. I was talking to my roommate Greg the other about where we want to go in the future with our acting, how far would we like to take it. Of course were both want to be the best, make it to the top; beat the odds and become the greatest of the greats. But as an actor the There is a high probability that we could spend the rest of our acting careers as extras in the background, or doing commercials for erectile dysfunction pills. As unfortunate as that might sound, even the actors doing those commercials are the lucky ones. They made it doing something.

     But Greg and I were sitting on our couch and thinking, those people had dreams too. They probably wanted to be the best of the best, be the highest and brightest star in the sky. Yet, the std medication infomercial you see on late night TV  may be the highest and brightest they could be.

     I am also a little envious of those people, because they are doing what they love to do, although, I'm not sure they love being in an std infomercial, but still. They are getting paid to act. That's the dream. That's the goal. A friend of mine, Corbin, plans on moving to New York I think, after he earns his degree in Musical Theatre. His goal is Broadway. Now his hardships are the same. He knows he's probably looking at a part-time job while going to audition after audition in hopes of breaking into the business. I feel for him, I'm in the same boat. I'm thinking of joining him when the time comes to move on from college.

     So until the that day comes when we finally make it big, and get that dream job, it's just gonna be us, the actors, the performers versus the Real World.

Fate and the Artists

Fate and The Artists....

Well, as I said in my first post, I am a college student, Sophomore, 19 years old.

I attend Georgia southern University and I am a double major in Theatre and Journalism.

I am in a dance crew, Euphoria (E4a).

I am in a show choir, Academy of Peforming Arts/Men In Black.

I am what you would call, "an artist."

Now, what's weird is that, my freshman year at Georgia Southern, I was roommate matched to my current roommate,  Tre. He is in the truest sense of the word, an artist. He makes art. He paints and draws, and it is amazing. His main medium is colored pencils....have you ever seen a life-like portrait...in colored pencil? He's the secretary of the Art League, and his art just made cover page for an art magazine here. Here's his art that won:

 And that was the rough draft...
On top of that he dances as well, he is in The Lotus Crew, and he does poetry/raps. He's really good.

This year we are rooming with two other guys in an apartment.

One of them is Greg.
Greg, doesn't do art, but Greg, is an actor. He's like a budding Robert Deniro (his favorite actor), and he lives in my apartment. He was just nominated for the Irene-Ryan College acting competition based off his acting in a play we just did.

The judges nominated him. That guy, front and center in the newspaper. Greg dances as well, but not as much as me, or Tre. But you know what, Greg sings. When I say Greg sings, he can sing.

The fourth roommate, Stephen, is actually an engineering major...but he is one of the best dancers I've ever seen. Though he claims to have given up, and retired. Check him in his "glory days".

Did I mention Stephen created the Lotus Crew, well Super Lotus is the name.

So there you have it; the artist, the actor, the dancer and me, the intermediary, doing a little bit of all of it. I don't know if fate is real, or the concept that we are all on a pre-destined path.Who knows if we were supposed to meet each other. But the fact that four random guys can find their way to each other, at one random school, with somewhat the same goals in life amazes me. How does that happen? What pulls us there?

When we are all in the apartment together, we don't talk about any of that. It's all mentioned in passing and celebrated with cupcakes Tre brings from work. Tre is a decorator at a Bakery. But when we are all there, we are just four dudes hanging out. Talking about the real world, talking about how getting a full time job is gonna suck, how paying rent, and taxes and all that is gonna suck. We watch movies and eat Chinese food. We talk about girls, and girlfriends, and how no one understands them. We talk about farts and poop and time travel. But that's just how it is.

Quit frankly, I don't know what brought us together in that apartment, fate or coincidence, whatever. But I feel that we control what happens next. We can be as great as we want. I think they all feel that way too.