Forbidden Dreams

One of the most exciting things for me in my universe is dreaming and the way we dream. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and just wonder what happened in my mind last night that I dreamed of this or that. The structure of dreams is so strange and creative that I may say that my most creative "me" is the me who is dreaming.

I just want to write about my last night's fabulous dream. Before going on, I should say that no re-presentation of a dream can be an exact replicate of what happened. I am just telling a story which I am not sure about its accuracy, but I know that it has the same kinds of elements as my dream. Anyway ...

I was thinking about discovering new archaeological site in the world. I believed that there were still many undiscovered places on the earth. You just need to find them and then enjoy your discovering. Suddenly, I thought about using Google Map. You can easily see a lost village or an old shrine by Google map from a satellite view. Though the problem is that finding a place you don't know its whereabouts is not easy. However, my experience of using Google map shows me that it is just a matter of finding a black dot in a big clean place, a dot in an ocean, or a desert. I became fascinated by the idea of writing a small program to fetch a small map from Google map and then finds small points in the map. That was my idea! I let M. knew. I cannot remember his reaction, though I guess he was not so excited.

In the next scene, I was in the map. It was Iran. I could go top and down, left and right, and the unbelievable point is that I could move in the whole country as easy as I drift the map by my mouse. I could hide behind Zagrous, or go to Pars, or go to this place or the other. I cannot remember what happened then, but I remember that someone (maybe a family member) wanted me to marry a girl. I cannot remember the girl, or what happened then, but now I feel that they was thinking about a rural girl, someone from an immigrating tribe (what is the word for "iil"). I tried to avoid it, or at least, I was acting like a shy boy (so this was the reason I was hiding behing Zagrous mountaint!).

After that, I remember that my advisor and his girl added to this marrying-girl complicated story. I cannot remember exactly what happened. He invited me to his home? maybe! I saw his daughter and I liked her? Possible! He suggested me to become his daughter's boyfriend? I think so! Were I looking over her? I don't know! I think the right answer (the thing that I dreamed last night) is that all these things happened together. I become fascinated by the fact that my advisor has a young daughter (between 15-17), and I was considering trying to become her friend, his father was encouraging, but I was a bit reluctant because I thought that making an intimate relationship with an advisor's daughter is not the best thing I can do, and also she was underage too!

It is good to know that my advisor's daughter, as far as I know, is a bit younger that what I thought in my dream (I think in reality she is around 12-13), and I haven't seen her for more than a few seconds, and at that time, only her back was toward me. So actually I just saw her shoulder and something like that. She was not so small though (Based on what I saw, I might estimate her age as 17-18). I should say that I did not fall in love with her at that moment. Also I am not going to wait her grow up before I try becoming her boyfriend. I am not going to do anything with her anyway!
However, the irony of my life is that unbelievable things always happen to me! Maybe someday I marry her! :P

P.S: Dear World! For God's sake, at least let me look at her before changing my life!

Trapped

So late,
time passed
I'm here,
Cannot move!

Bitter life

A bit bitter,
a bit unpleasant.
Somehow not so bad,
but not right now.
What?
Life it is!

O My Strange Feeling

I feel strange tonight. I felt peculiar last night. This weekend was weird for me! I do not want to be in this situation anymore. Can I escape?

What is going on? What happened to me? I don't know. Or at least, I pretend that I am not aware of the casue of my feeling. May I continue this pretension, would this feeling disappear? I am trying that, I'm trying hard!

What is this feeling about? This feeling, well, is related to my loneliness; and it is related to some girls, or better to say, a girl. But I do not want to admit that. No! That girl is not related to my story.

I feel strange, I want to write something. I cannot though. No written word would satisfy me. May be some words to her. NO!Let's just go outside, walk in the darkness, and feel the cold November breeze. Oh November, I feel strange tonight!

Yet Another Weblog (IV) or the Secrets of My Weblog

"A secret?," you may ask yourself, "is there anything mysterious in this new weblog?".
Answer: Yes!

I have a secret that I want to share with you. Actually it is not just a secret. There are several, though I confess that none of them is a big deal - probably at least for you.

1-I am not a native English speaker. I want to write this blog in order to improve my English writing skill. I do not mean those technical type of writings, which I am involved in them anyway, but the kind that people use when they want to write diaries, stories, novels, and so on.

Also having a place to write in English encourages me to read more in English. I am a fan of novels and short stories, but I've read almost all of them in my mother language. However, from now on it is better for me to study literature in English, because:

a) All novels and stories have not translated to my native language
b) In my current place, I have a better access to English literature comparing to my own language
c) Reading stuff in the original language is more fun than reading the translation.

2-This is not the first time I started a blog. I managed a one in my mother tongue for several years, and even I had two other English blogs. The first one is a popular blog for its own!

3-I decided to write anonymously here. I just want to write about anything I wish without thinking whether this may hurt someone or not. I may change my mind later, but now, this is the case!

Usually I was not used to ask anybody to give me a link or write a comment: if they want, they will do, if not, who cares! However, everything is different right now. I would be happy if you put a comment for me, indicate my English mistakes, help me write more "like" a native English writer, and give your opinions about my posts. Also I would be happy if you give me a link since I would get more reader, which means more comments and more feedback, which encourage me to write more and learn more, and etc!
Finally, I hope that this blog be useful for you in some sense! I don't really know how!

Yet Another Weblog (III) or Why I Start Writing a New Weblog

One idea is that I try to write my ramblings on this writing-a-weblog thing for a whole year. Although it is not the most interesting topic in the world, but well, it's a kind of self-inspection. I'm sure you have seen many great books about human and humanity and the reason we are human and what should we do, and what we are going to do, and what will happen to us, and all those stuff all written by humans! Well, this is the same: I can write about why I started this weblog and what should be written here and what is going to happen to it and all those things. What's your idea?

Two sides of the Life

"The good point about the life is that it always goes on.
The bad point is that the previous statement is not always true."
-Me, myself, and I!