Rants and moans

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I’m BACK

Published May 10, 2016 by violetdragonlady

Ok I know I’ve been a wee bit on the quiet side for ummm well over a year now but I’m back. Not only am I back but I’m back with a vengeance.

I have been busy and in addition to this blog which will just be my boring life type stuff,  you can find my political musings on The Diplomatic Democratic Dragoness and my arty farty poetry type stuff on Violett Dragon Dreams.

My website is now live Violetdragonlady and on there you will find links to my blogs,  my Marketplace and  The Wolfian Magazine which features my political articles and also my poetry. 

I have just tonight uploaded my first video to You Tube literally like minutes ago so no views yet 😦

My facebook page is still going  and my twitter is now tweeting (or is that Twitting?) more.

I am going to try to write one blog per week although with three blogs perhaps just one original writing and the rest reblogging??

Have to see how it goes I suspect.

Oh and the Sandman still doesn’t come visiting, the Dragons are still eating the sheep, not only that but they’re breeding well, so well that I’ve had to send a couple of them off for adoption (to family so they’re still safe and in contact)

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Dragons have claws

Published July 8, 2014 by violetdragonlady

For the past three mornings I have been surprised when I have woken up. Not surprised that I have woken up, bit disappointed maybe, but surprised I am still intact. You see every night I have been dreaming about being covered in cuts, bleeding, on my arms my legs, body. And it’s me who’s caused them, sometimes with my nails, othertimes with a blade. I don’t stop until there is blood, in my dreams I feel the pain, it makes me happy. Perhaps it is because cuts, scars are visible, people can see the pain, see the hurt, it’s an expression of how I feel inside something they cannot see. 

 

I haven’t done anything whilst awake. A fact I am quite proud/pleased about. It proves I am stronger, I can fight the urges to hurt myself. I still hear the screams though, inside my head, constant, they only vary in volume not duration, they never stop.

 

Dragons have sharp claws yes. But this dragoness can’t let them loose on the people who deserve it, she knows if she starts she might not be able to stop. So she turns them on herself for their safety. Plus the pain and blood make her feel better but at least it is only in her dreams now and hopefully that will suffice and ease the thirst. 

 

Just wish the heartrate would settle down, and it doesn’t feel like the Alien is about to claw its way out.

Has anyone seen the remote??

Published July 2, 2014 by violetdragonlady

It’s gone missing again. Just like when you’ve been waiting all week for a certain program or film the remote disappears. It’s found later down the back of the sofa, halfway through whatever it was you wanted to watch. Well I have that problem, not with the t.v. remote though, but with the remote that turns my brain off. You know the one that sticks it on pause while my eyes are closed, allows for rewinding aspects of the day, fast forwarding to things that may be in the future and allows you to switch off and indulge in some happy fantasies. Unfortunately the last few times I did find the remote and got some sleep (medically induced by the wonderdrug zopiclone) I got stuck on the horror channel and woke up my hubby (and me) and possibly half the street, by screaming the place down.

 

So here I am again wondering how the hell to turn my head off, how to stop the palpitations and jittery feeling I get everytime I close my eyes. I know it’s just an anxiety attack, I know I’m NOT having a heart attack, but it bloody well feels like it. And then there’s my head, thinking always thinking. If I’m not writing a story or poem in my head, I’m thinking about the packing, the moving, the fact we’ve got nowhere to move to. Thinking about stuff at work, what I’m in the middle of doing, what needs finishing, what needs starting etc etc. And when all that is still, all that is quiet and there’s nothing left to think about bloody songs start merrily singing away in my head, perhaps snippets of adverts, War of the Worlds, JC Superstar, Oldies, Classics, new stuff.

 

I just want to be able to flick the switch, lay me down to sleep, close my eyes and actually sleep. I tried counting sheep – they were too noisy so my dragon ate them. Maybe the resulting indigestion kept me awake that night? Tried hot baths just before bed, tried hot chocolate as my last drink, hell I’ve even tried sex and enjoyable as it was, I still didn’t sleep 😦

 

I wonder if decapitation would work? Or a huge hammer to the head, although that may result in a headache which would again keep me awake.

 

Oh well it’s 5am, the birds are quiet, I have noticed them being quieter when dawn breaks, perhaps there are less of them as they’ve flown the nests, or the local cats have eaten them all? Shame really as that usually worked to get me to sleep, listening to their chorus. Another cuppa and then try again, attempt to get a couple of hours at least. And I still miss having a cigarette, six months smoke free and Godess did I crave one when I gave up trying to sleep and got up again at 3.30am.

 

Wish me luck and hopefully nice dreams not nasty ones

Dear Mr Sandman

Published June 22, 2014 by violetdragonlady

The Dragon Sanctuary

22/06/14 @ 07.45am

 

Dear Mr Sandman,

I would like to find out just what I have done to upset you. You don’t call in during the evenings anymore, you pay a fleeting visit round about the time the birds wake up on your way to some other part of the world. When you do visit or let me visit your dreamland the visions you give are so realistic it doesn’t feel like I have slept at all, or wake my hubby and the rest of the street up with my screaming.

Is it because you are mad at me for eating the sheep instead of counting them? Is it because traditionally Dragons sleep for a few hundred years at a time therefore have to be awake for a few hundred years? Is it because the Dragon fell in love with the Demon and Demons Don’t Dream?

The way you tease me is getting quite annoying, you throw the sand in my eyes, open my mouth in huge yawns, make me feel like I just can’t stay awake and yet as soon as my head hits that pillow BANG. You run away and desert me, leaving me in a kind of limbo till I get fed up of watching the shadows on the wall, waiting for the birds to wake up, and then get up to make some tea as all that happens is I get more and more annoyed.

Mr Sandman I’m sorry. Whatever I have done I apologise for. Please come back to visit me.

 

Yours hopefully

 

Violett Dragonlady

Why the Dragons ate the Sheep

Published January 11, 2014 by violetdragonlady
My pet dragon

My pet dragon

I hate suffering from insomnia. At least once a week I am awake all night so get up out of frustration and the rest of the time my sleep isn’t so much broken but smashed into smithereens.

The doctor reluctantly gave me some sleeping pills which are great – when nightmares don’t wake me and if I can do nothing the day after as I’m left looking and acting like a zombie. (some might not notice the difference anyway)

One well-known piece of advice is to count sheep. Sounds great until while you are counting them you suddenly find yourself in the middle of a snowstorm and lose half of the buggers. Then there’s the noise from the bleating, whatever happened to The Silence of the Lambs?? These were anything but silent.

Anyway, I was getting quite annoyed by now and very irritable, being very tired and unable to sleep kind of does that to me and as I have a teenie, weenie bit of a thing for Dragons, thought I’d count Dragons instead. First though had to get rid of those noisy sheep so simplest solution was to have the Dragons eat them.

I never did get round to counting the Dragons. I was having too much fun playing with them and flying with them in my imagination to even think about sleeping, so I got up and wrote this