Six month catch-up with MJR

So what is going on in the life of MJR. To be honest, absolutely nothing. Tumble-weed. Actually, tumble-weed probably has more of a life than I do lately. Let's get back to were I last left off - the honeymoon phase. Well that part didn't last long at all as it was over by October, and depression soon reared its' sad ugly head. Nothing really happened during October-December, just drinking and working. I wasn't really in the mood to do anything. However, during my two week vacation, I visited home and it soon made me realise that life in Al Ain wasn't that bad.  I didn't seem to fit in at home, and the atmosphere was terrible. It was nice seeing my family though, even if I did spend most of the time fighting with my parents or sleeping. Since my return to the UAE, I haven't really thought that much about home. Work has kept me on my toes. 12 weeks without a break has finally taken its toll on me. Work consumes five days of my week, and the last two are used for playing the sleep catch-up game. Nothing productive ever happens on Fridays and Saturdays. Work, eat, sleep. Three words that sum up my life quite perfectly. Thankfully, there are only two weeks left and then its vacation time. A much needed vacation time.

Well so far I have climbed a mountain - albeit in a car. The view was amazing, seeing the whole of Al Ain was a spectacular vision. I also attended the first game in the new Al Ain stadium. I hate football but it was a good day out even if I was hungover. The school also allowed us to attend the Red Bull AirRace in Abu Dhabi. Again I hate planes...but the whole twisting and turning and the aerobatic show afterwards was immense.

It's hard to believe that 6months has gone by, and only 4 months till I can visit the UK again. I can't wait to get a decent social life. My personal life here is quite abysmal. Lent has made it quite hard to enjoy the past 10 days as well. No fast food, no chocolate, no alcohol, no pleasures. However, I did cheat - I accidentally ate chocolate courtesy to Sheenal's cake-in-a-cup. It was only due to the fact that I was amazed that a cake could be made in a cup in just 90 seconds. It tasted so delicious. Luckily, the no alcohol rule is still standing. I have been placed in temptations way quite a lot.

Speaking of temptations, the reason why I have used MJR in my post is because of a new nickname that I have acquired during my time here. I normally hate nicknames but this one I kind of like. Obviously it's my initials, but it's simple. Maybe I only liked it because of the person who gave me it. When he says MJR, it's like velvet rolling of his tongue. He is a bass player in the local bar I attend - yeah I seem to attract the bassists - but he's rather sweet when he wants to be. His cute ass has also gotten me in to trouble a few times too. Crazy bitches following him around have expressed their distaste in me knowing him; hey that's another story that could take forever to type up. Anyways enough about him and more about my vacation.

So two weeks and two days off will finally give me a chance to see Dubai. That's right. I have lived here for 6 months and all I have seen is Dubai airport and Abu Dhabi beach. I will be venturing out by myself as the others will be on their holidays in other countries. I don't mind going alone, but some company would be nice. So I've planned for Dubai, Abu Dhabi and maybe Oman if I can fit it in to my budget. Who knows.

Well this is all I can be bothered to type at the moment. I'm sure those that read this have me on social network sites can catch-up with me on there.

Choking on a dream.

“I woke myself in the darkness, and I knew only that a dream had scared me so badly that I had to wake up or die, and yet, try as I might, I could not remember what I had dreamed. The dream was haunting me: standing behind me, present and yet invisible, like the back of my head, simultaneously there and not there.” 
                                    Neil Gaman - Ocean at the End of the Lane


Dreams. Some you tend to forget. Sometimes you get the occasional one that will stay with you for a lifetime; often enough that same dream can reoccur. Maybe one of those dreams is a dramatic chase or a tragic love story. Maybe you can see everyone crystal clear or they could all be a blur.  Whatever the dream, whoever is involved - it remains a memory that you can never be free of.

In a twisted sense of humour, my dreams have been exceedingly weird.  Ever since I could remember, I have always had this "choking" dream.

I would wake up from a dream in my bed to find someone who I had never come across consciously sitting on my chest and wrapping their hands around my throat. The person, sometimes invisible, would crush my chest with it's weight, a force so powerful I would be unable to breathe. I would fight as much as I could with this person or thing but I felt so weak. 

Yet as strange as it seemed, I knew it was a dream. It felt so real in the sense that no matter how hard I would shake my body or try to free myself from this pressure,I could never wake up. I could toss and turn will all my strength but nothing would work. It was like my body had to wake up on it's own.  When I would finally wake up, the dream was never over. Tears would be streaming down my face and my body would be sweaty and tangled amongst the bedsheets.My chest would feel constricted and it would be hard to breathe. My heart would race so fast that it would almost explode.


This dream has happened several times during my 22 years, but recently it has occurred at least 3 times in the past six months.  The dream is always the same; lying in bed on my back with the window open. However the bed would coincidently match the one I fell asleep in on that particular night.

I'm not sure what is exactly going on but I never wish to experience this again.