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This is just a gigantic collection of old dreams that I was always too lazy to post here. Apparantly my mind goes into overdrive when I sleep, and oh how I dream.. These are the journeys of my mind. Separated by date to keep the reader sane.
March 18, 2005
Two Dreams
<first dream>
I remember being at some kind of school. It reminded me a lot of my high school, but
it had a couple of seperate buildings. I was walking down some stairs in one of the
buildings and commented on some girl's hands, saying something like, "Your hands have
probably been in some very nasty places." No idea why.
Next thing I know I'm on the second floor of another building talking to one of my
computer science professors at UM. Apparantly some kind of contest or something is
going on because there are a couple of students with us and we all have a room
together, as if we have been travelling and now stopped in a hotel. <I forgot a lot
of what happened here, and just remember waking up to go to the bathroom.>
<second dream>
Someone on a horse is chasing me through the middle of some narrow canyon. I run
through an opening and into a larger plain, turn right around a corner and run into
a little cave in the side of the cliff. For some reason there's a door to the cave,
so I slam it shut and lock it just in time. The person on horseback is rattling the
door, and I'm exhausted but safe for the moment. There's light in the cave, as if
it's a room that someone lives in. In fact, it looks more like a nice room than a
cave - a single bed sits in the middle of the room. I lie down on the bed and try
to catch my breath.
It's a little hot so I take off a jacket I'm wearing. At this point I notice that
I've been carrying a long-sleeve green pullover shirt with me, and I have a sword
at my side. I wonder what time it is.. Hell, I wonder what age it is.. people
fighting with swords? But we have electricity? Maybe it's not electricity, but
where is this light coming from? All of a sudden a magazine appears in front of
me. It doesn't have a name, but I open it and find that it's more than a magazine.
I can talk to other people with this magazine somehow. I see people talking to me.
After talking to these other people for a while, I find out that they are coming
to try and rescue me, but in order to do that I need to leave this cave and run
further around the side of the cliff. How am I going to do this?
I hear a final rattle at the door.. I guess the guy on the horse gave up, but I
decide to wait a little longer anyway. After a while, I decide to make a break
for it, so I grab the magazine and pullover in one hand, pull out my sword in the
other hand, and rush out the door.. Noone's there. I run further along the edge
of the cliff for what seems like a mile or two until I finally come up on another
cave in the side. I run inside and lock the door behind me.
This room is a little nicer - it has a bigger bed. I throw my stuff down, and all
of a sudden hear the door rattling and people yelling in some foreign language. I
can't understand them, so they must be after me. They must have a key, too, cause
here they come in. I quickly get my stuff and hide on the floor underneath the
other side of the bed. I am pretty sure I am screwed at this point because I can
see things moving around, almost like they are searching for me. A couple of people
plop on top of the bed and stay there. Then the rest of the people leave.
This is really nerve wracking. I can't move from this spot because of the people
on the bed.. I'm wondering what I am going to do when out of nowhere a hand grabs
my right ankle. The hand is cold, but feels small. I am screwed. I shake off the
hand and jump up. I see the people on the bed, but they look friendly for some
reason. They must be the people who are coming to save me! But someone else is
here too. There's a little kid who grabbed my ankle. I pull out my sword and point
it at him. I know he works for the guys who are trying to capture me. He doesn't
speak my language, but he knows that if he yells I'm going to have to kill him.
He just smiles and keeps his mouth shut. Smart kid.
Talking to the other people who came to save me, we come up with a plan to escape the
room. We are pretty sure that there is at least one person outside. They all pull
out swords that they had hidden away and get ready to charge out the door. All the
while, I am struggling to get my stuff together. I am thinking if I bundle the
magazine inside the pullover, and then fold that up in my jacket I'll be able to
carry it, but when I do that, it's too big.. Well, I don't know why, but I need to
hold on to all this stuff, so I pick it up with two hands. Meanwhile the other guys
had already rushed outside. One guard was there.. but now he's dead. They are
waiting for me to come out, and when I do, we all take off accross the plain..
The end.
July 16, 2004
<I can't even begin to describe all the things that happened to me in
this dream, as it is one of the longest I've ever had. I can just barely
remember the last things that happened to me, and most of the things
that happened at the beginning are lost in the void of my brain.>
To begin with, I don't know where this takes place or even when. I
get the feeling that it is sometime in the very distant future on Earth.
The entire planet seems to be covered in water except for a few
'bases' on which the remaining population of the planet reside.
These bases are just groups of small and medium sized buildings.
The buildings sit on these giant metal support colums that, from
all I could tell, reach up for miles from the sea floor to the surface.
I remember being able to see a lot of detail in the columns. They
were rusting from the water, and looked very, very old. Their
surfaces were ridged, just like a Ruffles potato chip, and they were
very ominous and dreadful, just from the sheer mystery of how deep
they might run or from what creatures may lie down below with them.
<Memories are starting to come back to me now...>
I am on one of these bases with one very good friend. I don't know
his name, but he is my sole companion. The base we're on is a
residential area with lots of two to three story buildings arranged
together into the perimeter of a square. My friend and I seem to be
living at one of these houses in a large room that we share with a
few other people. I know that two of the other people are men and
one is a very attractive woman.. I don't know why, but she
reminded me a lot of Carmen Electra, but she was shorter.
So we're staying in this room and for some reason a fight breaks out
among all of us staying there. I remember being a little scared because
I was unable to fight for some reason, but I was still confident in my
ability to persuade other people to do things.. or not do them. As this
fight breaks out, I get seperated from my friend and end up running
throughout our building.
<As I'm running around, I encounter various people I knew back in K-12
school. All of them seem to be my enemies now.>
I enter a large room and see a familar face. His name is Matt. He's got
a gun aimed at me, ready to shoot. I try to talk him down, but he won't
listen. I seem to be able to fight at this point, so I do some kind of
sweep kick thing and he falls to the ground. He drops the gun, so I pick
it up and put it in my belt or something. Matt starts running away and he
almost makes it to a door when another guy named Andre <again, a
person I knew in K-12> busts through another door and shoots Matt,
who fights back at Andre despite his injury. After a brief fight, Andre kills
Matt. I should be thankful, but I sense hostility in Andre, so I jump at
him and hit him in the head with something so hard that it smashes his
skull in and knocks him down on the ground. I can tell that he is hurt
pretty bad. I look at his face and see that his ear is kind of squished up
into the side of his head where I hit him and his face looks deformed.
I know he is going to die, so I begin talking to him in a nice tone. He is
panicking. I remember saying something along the lines of, "It's alright,
Andre.", trying to calm him down and ease him into his death as he lay
on the ground, helpless and scared. I don't watch him die, but I leave
him there on the ground and run into the next room.
Here, it's as if the battle suddenly ends. I run into the woman mentioned
earlier and see that she is upset with me, probably over the fight. I try
talking to her to make her understand what happened and why we had
to fight, but she doesn't get it. At that point, I just grab her and start kissing
her.. almost as if we had both been in love with each other for a long time
and were just now getting to be together, alone, for the first time. A few
minutes pass as we just stand there and kiss each other, until a few people
enter the room, all of whom are familiar.. one of whom is my good friend
from before. We all return to our room at this point.. about four or five of us,
all living together in this one room on the bottom floor of our building.
<Some time passes here. I faintly remember doing some stuff around
the base, as if we're preparing for something, but I can't quite remember
a lot of things that happened. All I know is that a few days passed
by in my dream that I know I did a lot of things in, but my memory is
drawing a huge blank here as to what exactly I did. I recall a few
things happening involving some kind of underwater lab on our base,
and I remember helping some of these roommates of mine do
something on this base. sigh.. I wish I could remember.>
Our little group is back in our room now. Now I seem to know my good
friend a little better, but not much. I just know that he is from the
Southeast... as in Australia, but this may not be Earth. It really
sticks out to me that he is from that area. <shrug>
I look around and notice that all of us in the room are packing up
weapons as if we're preparing for a huge battle. It's night time.
<memories are sketchy...> I remember going outside with two
of the other guys. One of them is carrying a grenade and the other
a sniper rifle. The guy with the grenade throws the grenade towards
the inside of the square of buildings. <remember, the base is arranged
so that the buildings make up the perimeter of a square.> I think
he throws it a lot farther than he meant to, and it ends up hitting the top
corner of a building on the other side of the square. It erupts into this
huge explosion that sends a giant ball of fire into the air and seems to
shake the entire base.
The guy who threw the grenade runs back inside, scared. Now it's just
me and one of the other guys standing around outside, surprisingly
calm after what just happened. The other guy still has the sniper rifle,
which he suddenly hands to me and wants me to examine it. I hold it up
and aim accross the square. The scope on this gun is amazing. I look
accross at the building that the grenade hit and see a lot of people
running around panicking. I take the gun down and hand it back to the
other guy, saying something about it being an incredible sniper rifle.
The other guy holds it up and starts shooting accross the way. I assume
he is killing people at random, but I don't stick around to find out.
I guess this was all planned, because now all of us who were in that room
together run out of the building and jump onto this very futuristic looking
boat. The boat is about thirty yards long and probably five wide. It's an
extremely nice boat that has a lower deck. My good friend owns the boat,
so he drives. I sit up on the upper deck with him while the others from the
room go down below to rest, or perhaps prepare for something.
Just this good friend and I.. sitting together, driving this boat somewhere.
We drove on for what seemed like days, and neither of us rested for the
entire time. It just seemed so nice to be driving this boat accross the
vast ocean of this strange place...
We eventually arrived at our destination.. another base that must have been
hundreds of miles away. I don't think we are welcome here, because we
are trolling along very quietly in our boat and come around to what I presume
is the 'rear' of the base. We quietly shove up to the side of the base. The
other people on the boat hop off and disappear together, leaving just my good
friend and I on the boat. We wanted to leave the boat, but we didn't have a
rope to tie the boat down to something on the edge of the base, and, of course,
no anchor would suffice the depth of the ocean here, even at the edge of this
base. The walls of the bases' support columns dropped straight down for
miles into the depths of the water.
This was suddenly not such a big deal, so we both hopped off and went to look
for a rope. The two of us entered a small series of buildings joined together,
which I recognized as a mall of some sorts. The building was made entirely
of sandstone, as if it had been carved out of the ground itself. <this now strikes
me as odd because of the nature of this planet and the bases.> Inside this
mall, I follow my friend to a sporting goods shop where we find a thick rope
to tie the boat off. As we're walking back out of the mall, I wonder how we
are going to pay for the rope and ask my friend. He says we are going to
do something to it. <I can't remember the term he used, but I knew it meant
that we were going to steal it.> We get to the place where you check out of
the mall and we act like normal customers. We walk up to the register and
hand the rope to a worker who does something with it and then gives us the
bill. My friend gives the worker something like a credit card, and the clerk
prints up a bill that needs to be signed. My friend takes the rope, moves a few
steps towards the door and motions to me to sign the bill for him. I take up a
pen and start scribbling down something on the bill as if I'm signing it, but
before I get finished, I snatch up the bill and my friend and I take off towards
the door. When we get outside, I rip up the bill and throw it on the ground, and
we both make our way back to the boat. We are being chased down, so there's
nothing for us to do but jump back on the boat and set off back into the water.
<things get a little shady here>
We're back on the water now, just my friend and I. We are safe now, but it
seems our boat was damaged in the escape. We're slowly sinking, but since
we can't go back to the base for fear of being put in jail, we are forced to just
sink there in the water. There's nothing we can do now to save ourselves.
The nearest friendly base would be hundreds of miles, and we will never make
it before sinking completely. So this is our fate.
I look over at my friend and he is just kind of petrified there in the driver's seat.
I remember thinking that he is now going to get to return back to the place where
he came from - that land down in the Southeast - as if it is some kind of resting
ground for the dead, and that's the end of him.
As for myself, I am a robot. I close my eyes, shut myself off, and sink to the
bottom of the ocean for eternity.
June 22, 2004
I found myself on the edge of a beach. No ordinary beach with white sands
and big waves. The shore line is mostly made up of small plants and
trees, like the foilage you'd see in the deserts of the Southwest. Thin,
flakey stems with hard, needle-like leaves. All flora seemed to be on the
edge of death. The ground is hard, almost like sandstone, and shaded in
deep reds and whites. This beach has no waves and the water does not
move. Eerily calm, like the calm before a sudden storm. The sky is
shaded in reds and pinks as the sun sets. This is my favorite time of day
- the twilight - the intermingling of day and night.
I know this is an ocean, or at least some vast sea. On the horizon is
nothing but water, save for a single small island about one hundred yards
off the shoreline. The island is about twenty feet long and five feet
wide. The same flora covers it, and the ground is the same as before.
This island has a small significance to me, like a place I had been to
before and had a good time. Perhaps I had once played with a friend there
and it now brings me good memories.
I walk closer to the shore, then along the edge of the water, looking out
over it, as if I'm looking or waiting for someone long gone. I stop and
look to my left. This is the Northwest corner of the land. A small
corner of a bigger area that jets out into this unmoving sea. I'm on the
very tip of the corner, so that far off into the North and West the sea
stretches, while the land goes back to the South and East. From the
corner, I take about twenty steps to the East. I come to a small bushy
tree, which seems to hold a very special meaning to me. Significantly
more than the island, but a meaning that comes from the same origin as it.
I had spent some time in this place with a girl. We had a special moment
here together some time in the past. Now I visit this place often because
she is gone.
I sit down and spend a while at this spot. Looking out over the sea.
Looking at the small island off shore. Watching the horizon. Remembering
events long past and keeping the memory of a special girl close to my
heart.
I stand up and turn towards the sea. Looking out over the horizon, I yell
her name as tears swell up in my eyes. I watch the sea for an eternity as
nothing happens. I knew something was supposed to happen. I yell her
name again, this time louder, but nothing happens. As I wait, I look down
and a small wave reaches the shore, but more like the ripple of some
distant rock thrown into the water.
I knew this would happen, and looking up, I see her. Walking on the
water. Coming towards me with arms spread down near her sides. She is
smiling at me, and I smile back. I love her so much.
She starts running as she comes closer to shore. Each footstep creating a
new ripple in the sea until the ripples turn into new waves of an ocean by
the time she reaches the shore. She steps off onto the land and we
embrace for a while, then sit together by the bush and stare out over the
newly formed ocean that was once the dead sea.
This is my place. Never to be disturbed by anyone.
As we are sitting there, I look over my left shoulder and see two of my
old high school friends. They are yelling my name from off in the
distance. I look back to my right and she is gone. A dream? I don't
know. The ocean has now died again and moves not. I stand up and run off
towards my friends.
I reach them a minute later. They want me to play a game. I don't know
what the game was called, but it was a lot like paintball. There was a
third person there whom I don't remember now. We teamed up and played two
two-on-two rounds of this game, which my team won both rounds.
<At this point I remember waking up and thinking to myself what a great
game this would be in real life, then I rolled over, closed my eyes and
found myself back in the same dream>.
The game was over, so I spent a few minutes talking to my friends, but
then they both left.
I now wanted to see her again. I was still on the same corner of this
land, so I decided to go back and call out to her again. I walked back to
the very Northwestern edge and noticed some other people here. A woman
was playing in the water with a young man, possibly her son or perhaps a
lover. I was furious that she was here, so I asked her nicely if she
would leave. She left alone, the young man seemed to just disappear.
Happy again, I walked back to the little bush.. my special place.
I called her name (----!!!) and she appeared again - walking towards me on
the water from the horizon. This is my place.
<I wake up>
June 18, 2004
<This night was two seperate dreams, both about flying>
1. I am with another person.. I'll call him my friend, but I don't know who he is. It's
night time, and we're running through some neighborhood that is being overrun by
plants and trees. It seems like we're running some operation. We're theives,
maybe. We come accross one house in particular that we want to get into. A two-
or three-story house with a roof that's cut off on the top, giving it a flat area.
We decide that we should somehow get up there onto that flat area to break in the
house, so my friend pulls out four things - some powdery, candy-like stuff, a
large spring, a board about two feet square, and a water bottle filled with some
kind of brown liquid. He sets the spring on the ground and places the board on
top of it. He then starts eating the powder. He turns to me and says something
along the lines of, "You should feel it if it's going to work. If not, eat more powder."
He then hands me the powder and a spare bottle of the liquid. He takes a few
steps back from the springboard, runs at it and jumps onto, which gives him a
small boost into the air. He starts flapping his arms beside himself as if he's
trying to fly and, to my surprise, he actually starts going up. I guess that was the
queue for the drink, so he takes out the bottle and starts drinking it. This keeps
him in the air, I guess, so now he's flying up to the roof of the house.
My turn, I guess. Nothing spectacular here.. I just follow the same thing my
friend did and soon find myself flying as well. We both get up to the roof.
<At this point I draw a blank as to what happened.. maybe nothing at all?>
We are on the roof again and we need to leave. Somehow we still have the
springboard with us, or perhaps it's a new one. We use it and start flying from
the roof. This time around, I didn't "feel it" after jumping on the board, so I ended
up just falling down on the roof. I tried again and made it. We fly over some of
the thick trees near the house and land on a road nearby.
<Something else happens here, but I can't remember it. End of dream 1.>
2. <This dream seems to take place in two different locations at the same time,
or maybe I'm just remembering them that way.>
I had signed up for a karate class at my university and it was the first day.
Nothing special happening, except we are all very concerned with the weather
for some reason. We overhear on the radio or perhaps on a phonecall that the
weather had just been extremely bad in a place called <can't remember!>. The
instructor uses his computer to bring up Weather online, but he is a moron and
can't get the right picture up. I finally show him how to do it and we find the town
mentioned, which turns out to be in Southern Florida, but I also remember seeing
a very bad spot briefly flash up in Northeastern Florida. Next we bring up the
local weather here, and it looks pretty clear except for a possibly bad storm
starting to develop just to the northwest of us.
<Flip to an airport. I'm standing out on the runway communicating with two
people.>
The weather is extremely bad at this airport. I am communicating with two
guys who are both trying to take off from this airport. One is a very patient
man, while the other won't listen to me and seems a little reckless. The
reckless man decides to try and take off without my permission.
Bad idea.
<I get to see a first person view of his plane as he's taking off.>
It's dusk, and the rain is terrible, so visibility is at a minimum. He begins
accelerating down the runway. Little does he know, he's going the wrong way
down the runway. Through the heavy rain, two lights can be seen straight
ahead, glowing brighter and brighter as the two planes come closer faster
and faster. They collide with each other on the runway, which sends the
other plane strafing off the side of the runway, and the reckless man's plane
just gets torn to bits, but he keeps going straight. At the end of the runway
another plane has just finished taxiing and is waiting to take off. The
reckless man keeps going and runs straight into this second plane.
<At this point I am switched back to my own view.>
The reckless man begins shouting into his mic some things. He's talking to
the other, patient man about something. He starts saying something about
waiting five years to do something if something happens, and waiting only a
year to do it if something else happens. All this time, his plane is still on the
ground, but it's now going in a large circular pattern around the runways. At
last he slides onto the top of a bridge and falls off one of the sides. I am
standing right beside this bridge, so I hear his plane as it falls off the side of
the bridge. I hear it scraping the concrete for a while, then I hear the sound
you hear when the last bits of water drain out of your bathtub. That gurgling
sound of water in a drain.
I run over and look down under the bridge to see that it spirals down into a
small drain, kind of like a toilet. The man and his plane somehow got sucked
into the drain. At this point, I remark to the patient man that he won't be seeing
the reckless man anymore.
<End of dream 2.>
June 17, 2004
I was back in high school and going on a trip with my old boy scout
troop and the high school band. We flew through St. Louis to go
somewhere for this trip, and it was like as soon as we got where we
were going, we turned around and started coming back home. So we fly
back to St. Louis and land. As we're all getting off the plane I find
this one kid's cell phone and as soon as I pick it up it rings. I
answer it and find out it's the kid's older brother, so for some reason
I start acting like I'm his brother instead. I start talking to him
about how we're coming back home, and that since we had just landed in
St. Louis, we would be arriving in Mexico in... I don't know, so I
turn to my dad who is there. He's been overhearing my conversation so
he says, "five minutes". I tell the guy on the phone, "five minutes",
but all he does is yell vulgarities back at me and for some reason he
is really bitching me out because we took a certain staircase in the
airport.
I keep talking to him as we're all walking through the airport terminals
(which happen to all be outside) from the plane into the airport, and
he's constantly just yelling at me and cussing me out for no reason.
One guy standing next to me starts humming some song that I can barely
hear, but the guy on the phone seems to hear it perfectly and he starts
yelling at me even more because of that song. He seems to think I'm
trying to ignore him or something, so it pisses him off even more. As
we come to the final terminal back into the airport, there's a final
set of stairs leading up. The stairs have blue and red lights along
the side of them, so they're giving off this weird glow in the night.
Our crowd walks up to the top of these stairs and I turn around and
look back out over the entire area we've just covered and it looks like
we just walked miles and miles through a maze of thin walkways suspended
in the air.
I turn around and find myself back at the plane I just got off. It's
daytime now. The cell phone is gone as is most of the crowd I was with.
Now I'm just back at this plane with my old band director, his wife, and
their daughter. There's also a group of new passengers that are already
on the plane. We went back to the plane to make sure we hadn't left
anything important and to clean up a little. The daughter and I are up
near the front of the plane. She opens a compartment in front of the
front seat and finds a little liquor bottle filled with coke and rum. It
also has ice in it somehow. She turns up the bottle and downs it right in
front of her mom and dad. Her mom tries to stop her and her dad does
nothing. I remember from high school that her dad (our band director) was
always one of the most strict guys, and it shocked me that he didn't say
anything at all now. After she downs it, her and her parents go back to
looking for things we left. I walk a little ways to the back of the
plane, then turn around and walk back up to near the front. I had sat
near the front on the left, so I ask a lady who is sitting there if she
found anything left behind. She hadn't, so I turn around and walk back to
the back of the plane. I pass the wife and the band director on the
right.
All of a sudden the plane gives a jolt and it feels like we are about to
take off. I plop down in a seat behind my band director and wait there
for something to happen. The plane rumbles and seems to instantly take
off from rest to being in the air. As we're climbing altitude (we're
still very close to the ground at this point), I look over into the seat
in front of me to find my band director is piloting the plane. This
didn't bother me at the time, so I sat back and looked over down to my
left. The windows on this plane were all along the bottom of the side
walls instead of the middle like a normal plane, so you basically had to
look down and out the window to see out (which strikes me as a really good
idea for planes now! no more struggling to see the ground).
Anyway, there's two windows side by side here near the floor in my row. I
am shocked to see that the left window has a huge hole in it, but I don't
get scared despite knowing it would really screw up the flight. I try to
cover it up with my foot, but the hole is too big. So then I just rest my
foot up against the other window which is intact. I look up again and our
plane starts turning as they most always do when doing the initial climb.
At this point, the fated hole in the window really starts screwing up our
plane and my band director starts yelling and loses control of the plane.
People start screaming as we tilt downward and head back down to the
ground. We were about 400 feet up in the air and start falling pretty
fast. The band director regains control a little bit and manages to lift
the nose right before we hit the ground, but we're still falling so it
turns into more of a crash landing. I finally notice at this point that I
had forgotten to put on my seat belt, as did the director, so we both
start struggling to fasten them. He gets his on, but I am having trouble
with mine for a minute, but I finally get it. The nose had pulled up very
smoothly so instead of crashing we start gliding gracefully just over the
ground and come to a relatively smooth landing on top of a hill. However,
we still have some velocity so the plane starts sliding sideways and a
little backwards until it reaches the edge of the hill. I was hoping it
would stop there, but it didn't. We barely nudge over the hill, but now
that we're over, all hell breaks loose.
The plane is now sliding backwards and a little sideways down this grassy
hill for about 100 yards. It gains enough momentum that at the bottom of
the hill we keep on sliding. It seemed like an eternity that we kept
sliding. Passing perpendicularly over a four-lane highway, into another
street, past a gas station, and all the while I'm just looking out of the
windows (which had moved back up to the middle of the wall), looking at
all the people in their cars as we skid in front of their paths. It's a
wonder we didn't hit anyone. The plane finally comes to a halt near this
Shell gas station.
I look over. It's 6:40 am. Time to get up!
March 22, 2004
I'm leading a small group of maybe ten marines on an investigation of
an old house (which I just now realized is my parents' house). I don't
know why we're investigating the house, but apparantly there has been
some strange activity going on around it.
So I'm leading this line of soldiers up to the house and I'm following
a woman and her child she is carrying around. Apparantly she had
called the police or something to report something about this house. I
notice that her child happens to look like a thin, flat metal hat, like
Raiden's or Kung Lao's from Mortal Kombat. We are following them
around the front of the house, around a little sidewalk up to the front
door.
About ten feet from the front door, I turn around and order the next
soldier behind me, "Stay right there!", which he does, and all the
other soldiers behind him hold their position as well. So now it's
just me and this woman and her hat-like child who go up onto the porch
and to the front door of this house, the line of soldiers back on the
sidewalk with their guns out looking intently at me and the woman/child
couple. At this point, I know something is wrong.
The three of us get up to the front door. The woman moves a few steps
out of the way to the left and I move up to the door to open it. Turn
the knob - nothing happens. The door is locked. I fumble around with
the door knob for a while but can't get it to open. I take a step to
the right, and turn to my left to face the woman.
The woman looks different. She opens her mouth and screams at the top
of her lungs. At the same time, her hat-child flies out of her arms
and starts trying to cut me or slice me. I dash off the porch onto the
front lawn. The other soldiers are staring at me in awe and do nothing
to aid me, as if they are stunned. I run to the right (the opposite
direction of my soldiers, for some reason) off into the grass and I'm
running as fast as I can for about thirty feet when I feel something
slice the back of my neck. I fall to the ground. I don't yell or
scream. I am on my back now, unable to move, staring right up into the
sun. I see shadows as the woman and her child move over top of me,
blocking out the sun. The woman lets out a hiss and begins tearing
into my face with her hands.
Complete darkness, except for a small fuzzy orange light that I can
barely see. No pain. I just try to focus on the light...
I lay there for what seems like a few minutes. The sound of a
lawnmower wakes me. I get up and instantly notice that it must be five
or more years later, as the grass is all grown up around the house and
there are weeds all over. I see two men - one man is mowing the yard
with a riding lawnmower and the other is snooping around the house as
if he's looking for something. I figure it must be some sort of
investigation.
I don't know why, but I run behind the house and hide. I overhear the
two men yelling to each other over the sound of the lawnmower. "What
do you mean you can't get into the bathroom?!", one yells. That's all
I hear.
The man snooping around the house then turns around a corner and comes
face to face with me. I was half surprised but also felt some anger.
The other guy is clearly shocked and yells. He turns around and starts
running from me. His yells are muffled by the sound of the lawnmower.
He runs around a corner and I chase him. I feel like I'm trying to ask
him what's wrong, but he can't hear me. I catch up with him around the
corner and he stands his ground. He reaches for me but I catch his
arm. I pick him up and throw him about thirty feet away. He lands on
a pile of wood; some of it breaks.
I wake up.
March 21, 2004
I'm leading an eight-man team through some kind of small grassland area
in the middle of a huge forest. We are moving along and come to a
glass house, but for some reason we can't see anything inside the
house, despite it having clear walls.
I open the front door and we all go into a narrow hallway for about
four feet, which then opens into a bigger hallway running perpendicular
to the last. We all pile into the second hallway and look up on the
wall to see thousands of these little men attached to the wall. Men
that look like the "man" on a sign leading into a bathroom at a
restaurant. All we can see are their outlines and they are lined up
perfectly on the wall.
All of a sudden the little "men" start detaching from the wall and fly
after us like they are attacking so we all start shooting them down,
and one guy on my team is collecting them and putting them in jars.
While we handle the attackers, the teammate collecting the "men" pulls
out a bunch of gear and starts mixing the captured little men in a
mixing bowl with some other chemicals. After he gets done with a
couple of them, he pours the mixture into a spray bottle and starts
spraying this black mist all over the place. I don't know if he's
trying to attack with it or what, but it seems to be killing off all
the other little men that we are fighting.
After they are all dead, we start trying to recover but the black mist
is still clinging in the air. We all start choking and die.
I wake up.
I'm leading an eight-man team through some kind of small grassland area
in the middle of a huge forest. We are moving along and come to a
glass house, but for some reason we can't see anything inside the
house, despite it having clear walls.
I open the front door and we all go into a narrow hallway for about
four feet, which then opens into a bigger hallway running perpendicular
to the last. We all pile into the second hallway and look up on the
wall to see thousands of these little men attached to the wall. Men
that look like the "man" on a sign leading into a bathroom at a
restaurant. All we can see are their outlines and they are lined up
perfectly on the wall.
All of a sudden the little "men" start detaching from the wall and fly
after us like they are attacking so we all start shooting them down,
and one guy on my team is collecting them and putting them in jars.
While we handle the attackers, the teammate collecting the "men" pulls
out a bunch of gear and starts mixing the captured little men in a
mixing bowl with some other chemicals. After he gets done with a
couple of them, he pours the mixture into a spray bottle and starts
spraying this black mist all over the place. I don't know if he's
trying to attack with it or what, but it seems to be killing off all
the other little men that we are fighting.
After they are all dead, we start trying to recover but the black mist
is still clinging in the air. We all start choking and die.
I wake up.
March 20, 2004
Comment: Lately I've been having a lot of dreams about being in the
military or some kind of team-based orginization.
I've just gotten done with a small-group raid on a cabin in the middle
of the forest. There are "bad guys" lying all over the house being
restrained. I walk through a doorway and see one of the "bad guys"
sprawling on the floor, reaching for a gun. I draw my pistol and aim
at the gun he is about to grab. I yell to the guy, "Better hope I
don't miss!" and shoot the gun on the floor, which flies into the air
behind the man.
I wake up.
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Every week is pretty much the same. Relax, work, gym, work, fencing, work, gym, work, fencing, work, relax, relax.
That's my week.
Maybe if something interesting happens I will come back again.
Until then... I shall continue my fascination with how absurd owls can be:
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so much happened in this dream, but I can't remember most of it..
The first thing I remember was going to church again for the first time in a long time. I went in in the middle of a hymn, walked down the long aisle of pews where hundreds of people sat singing, and made my way to sit down behind a couple of friends. I wanted to join in on the hymn, so I picked up one of the books in the back of the pew and opened it. One guy in front of me had his book held up close to his face, so I looked at his book and saw the page that they were on. I flipped to that page in my book, but saw no hymns. Just a bunch of bible verses... I had picked up the bible instead of the hymn book. So I put that down and looked for another book, found the hymnal, picked it up and turned to the page again. But it still wasn't the right book. I set it back down and saw a smaller, paper-back book of songs, and figured that must be the one. But before I could grab it, the music stopped and out of the two sides of the stage in front, this smoke started pouring out of two vents and coming towards everyone in the pews.
A male voice boomed over the PA system, saying something about seeing who can survive in this situation, as the white gas rolled out of the vents and over us in the audience. I was about mid-way between the front stage and the back doors, and after only a few seconds the gas had boiled back to where I was. At this point, everyone in the audience was in a state of panic and people were rushing into the aisles and stampeding towards the back doors of the church. As the smoke rolled over crowds of people, some of them dropped instantly to the floor, dead, but over others it seemed to have no effect.
When I finally got to the back of the church, more than half the audience was dead. I and a dozen or so others were all that remained, all crowded into the back of the church by the doors, which had been locked so that noone could escape. Most people were sitting around gasping for breath, a few others were trying to find a way out, and more were discussing and guessing how we had managed to survive the gas.
At this point, the church began to morph and change. The once wooden walls were now replaced entirely by glass windows with a faint greenish hue. The double doors at the rear of the church, one in the back and one on each side, formed grooves of patterns over themselves and fields of green electricity filled the grooves. A new set of people appeared in the room and began what looked like an investigation of what had just happened in the church. When the gas had rolled in, I somehow knew that it was some form of judgement for those who were evil. I remembered thinking to myself that the gas itself was Justice, killing all who weren't worthy of heaven. One of the members of this "team" of investigators had some little hand-held device that was sampling and analyzing the gas that remained in the room. After a few minutes he said, "Analysis of the gas particles in the room shows striking similarities to that of Justice. The gas itself is Justice." Thinking back on the dream, I don't know how one would put the idea of justice into a physical form, but somehow we were able to tell.
After some time passed and it had grown dark outside, I had made friends with the investigation team and we were intent on trying to find a way to unlock the new electrified doors. The green electricity of the doors was now glowing bright enough that it lit the small room in the back of the church that everyone was huddle into. I couldn't offer much help, so I sat around waiting some more and after a while I remember one of the team members coming back from another part of the church with a small beetle he had found. Apparantly the beetle could unlock the doors. The man took it over and placed it in a hole near the door.
In an instant, the beetle had disappeared into the hole. A faint popping noise emitted from the door and a small part of the green electricity faded away. Not a second later, another pop came from another door accross the room, and another small section of electricity faded. An instant later yet another pop sounded and, again, a section of the electricity faded. The beetle had somehow transformed into electricity and was now jumping around the room at the speed of light, popping and disabling sections of the electricity on the doors.
After a short time, most of the door on the west side of the room had been deactivated and began to open. The opening was small, but large enough for people to get through. And that they did. Most everyone in the room jumped out the door and ran off. I don't know why, but I waited until last to go, right behind the investigation team. After they had gotten out the door, the popping stopped, and the beetle reappeared in the place the man had entered it. I was not yet out, and was horrified to find that the door was closing again. Before I could get to it, the opening had grown too small for me to get out. The last of the investigation team turned around and stared back at me, as the opening in the door shut, and the electric fields on the door returned and glowed bright again. The beetle was now trapped in the hole, unable to move.
This is starting to get as long as a book now.. so, I give you..
Chapter 2: Blue Eyes
I must have been trapped there in the church for a few days or so now, alone, and without any sign of rescue. The place had become familiar to me somehow, and I had become adjusted to living in the church, waiting for help. Something about the church now felt like home to me and I felt that I could be content just staying there for some time. All the while I had been there, it had been dark outside. Sunlight had not shown since the afternoon I had wandered back into church. The green glow of electricity from the doors was all that illuminated the area, and now, after a few days, it seemed as if the whole church was glowing.
I had made myself a living room out of the "door" room in the back of the church, and I guess I had found some furniture. I thought I heard something outside, so I went over to the north door and tried to look out through a small, circular glass window in the door that had not been covered with the electric field. After looking out for some time, I heard the noise again, louder this time... it sounded like the jets of an airplane revving up and getting ready for takeoff. It got louder and louder and soon I realized that the sound was coming from inside the room and not out. I turned towards the direction of the sound and saw a laptop sitting on a desk by some furniture. Somehow this comforted me and I relaxed.
Now, darkness started surrounding me and I felt myself fading in and out consciousness. At one point I remember looking out the small window in the door again and seeing nothing but a blurry green glow, but darkness engulfed me again.
I woke up outside the church. I hastily stood up and looked around. I was standing out back of the church and noticed that the church was all alone on the top of a hill, and it was still dark outside. I looked over and next to me was a tombstone sticking up out of the ground. Fireflies were flying around it, flashing their green flashes here and there. The green glow of the church was bright enough that I could see fairly well in the darkness, and I read some words on the tombstone.. they were instructions. I don't remember what they said, but immediately after reading them, I dropped down to the ground and used my fingers to scrape away some of the dirt. The dirt came up easily and after a few seconds of digging I found myself staring into the deep blue eyes of a face! It was alien - small and round, ghostly white, and expressionless. The eyes were not set into the head, but bulged out like the kind you see on old-timey alien movies and artists' depictions, and they were solid blue.
The face was looking up out of the dirt at me, but was motionless. This startled me at first, but somehow confirmed what the instructions on the tombstone had said. I faded to darkness again...
This time I woke up back inside the church. I quickly recapped all that happened to me outside, and knew what I needed to do. I ran into the front of the church, past all the pews, and through a door leading into the inner part of the church. Up some stairs I found myself in a bedroom. It was very dark and there were people sleeping in the bed. This surprised me, but I accepted it and walked quietly over to one side of the bed. There, I dropped down to the floor and began peeling back a small section of the floor with my hands. Just like at the tombstone, the floor came up easily and again I found myself looking into those deep, blue, alien eyes. But this time there were two sets of them.. two faces stared up out of the floor at me. I gazed at them with wonder for a minute, and then remembered the instructions.. I was supposed to lay down on the floor next to them, which I did, and closed my eyes.
Then a strange sensation came over me. Like I was being sucked into the floor, or that the room was being lifted up around me. For some reason it felt like I was floating in the air, but I couldn't open my eyes to see around me. This was the last thing I felt before waking up again some time later.
Then I was in a new room. I opened my eyes and saw myself laying on an altar of some sort that glowed with that same green electricity of the doors. I closed my eyes again and after a while woke up again back in the living room. For some reason, I felt like I had done something wrong... like I wasn't supposed to open my eyes after I woke up on the altar..
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 ahh, music.. I have found another good band, finally. none of that shitty punk rock revolution stuff. man did Greenday ever go downhill after Warning.. what a shame. the last time I turned the radio on back in, oh.. 2003 or so, I heard what sounded like the same band, song after song. it all started with bands like the White Stripes and well, whatever the hell those other bands were circa 2002/2003 that sounded exactly like them. not that any of those bands in particular are steaming piles, but this new breed of "pop rock" that spawned from their roots is quite nauseating.
on to better things - Machinae Supremacy (MaSu). Apparantly the good people of Germany and Sweden (\m/ Demons and Wizards \m/) have not given in to pop culture and are still out there pumping out great new sounds for us true rock lovers to sponge up like the last bit of water on a parched, barren world. and not just rock, either, MaSu is a very refreshing blend of metal, electronica, industrial, rock, and ambience, with an occasional hint of various other styles.
now take all of that, and wrap it up inside an arsenal of samples from dozens of classic and not-so-classic video games from an era long gone. that's right, MaSu actually uses samples from video games in their music. not that this is anything new, but they actually do it well - most times you won't even notice it. hell, some of these songs could very well be soundtracks to new games themselves. to top all of this off, the lead singer has an amazing, sort of dark, "off-key" sounding voice that fits very well with any song he sings along with, and the other band members are all equally talented in their own areas.
I recommend anyone looking for a fresh sound to check this band out. these songs make great ambient listening music. best of all, an incredibly generous amount of their music is available to download for free on their website - Machinae Supremacy
here are some of my favorites so far. "right-click -> save as.." to download:
. i turn to you
. the great gianna sisters (very "video game" sounding.. is that Bubble Bobble?!)
. ghost (amazing song, really showing off the singer's voice)
. cryosleep (electronica rock)
. player one (all about "the game")
. theme from jets'n'guns (another video game rock anthem)
. many, many more songs available for download from their discography page
.. there is some good left in this world. happy easter.
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where am I going?
I was walking around campus through that parking lot between old chem and anderson. It was nearly pitch black outside, so I could barely make out anything. I have no clue what I was doing up there, or where I was going, but I wasn't going home. I remember walking into the turner center parking lot and then wondering what time it was. I figured it was around 10 or 10:30 because there were a lot of cars in the lot and the place doesn't close til 11.
so I walked over onto frat row and in front of the turner center and looked inside, but it was pitch black. noone was anywhere. I guess it was later than I thought. I pulled out my cell phone and tried to get the time, but the light on it wouldn't work. It got very dark. I couldn't see anything now. I wondered to myself "how do they do it? how do adventurers do it? it gets so lonely." then I blacked out.
I woke up on an airplane. it's still pitch black. I really hate flying. so much shit could go wrong, but I do it anyway. I'm feeling my way around the plane. I can hear people snoring. it seems everyone is asleep. I feel my way around to some stairs going up to a second floor on the plane, and decide to go up. about mid-way up the stairs I get the urge to piss, so I go back down and find a bathroom accross the aisle.
I go into the bathroom and notice it's getting light outside. really fast. in an instant it's daylight and I'm standing in this crazy bathroom where the toilet is just a damn hole in the floor and the wall is made of glass so I can see right outside into the sky. before I can even try to use it, I see rooftops outside the plane. we're going down so fast I don't have time to go sit down somewhere. I watch for a second as we pass just over the edge of one of the rooftops, the landing gear smashes the edge.
then we instantly go into a free-fall. fuck, I hate planes. we're falling faster than I can think, and we'll probably hit the ground soon. I run out into the aisle and then all I can see is us going straight down. I start to float in the air due to the free-fall, but I grab some stuff and push myself into the floor of the plane. then just before we hit the ground I try to jump off the floor and end up jumping almost into the ceiling of the plane just as it hits the ground. I fall back down and realize I'm safe. in fact, not a damn thing happened at all. we landed safely somehow, like a harrier jet doing a vertical landing.
I get pissed and run out of the plane onto a corner of the place we landed and just stand there catching my breath from the worst scare of my life. I look over and see the pilot coming off the plane, putting his pilot jacket back on like not a damn thing has happened. then I wake up
Mar. 30th, 2006 @ 02:18 am
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A new Miyazaki/Studio Ghibli film is coming soon. (Edit: this is actually from Goro Miyazaki, Hayao's son). The title is "Gedo Senki" or "Tales from Earthsea". Trailer here - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahnjAv8vOFA&search=nausicaa
Anyway, last night I went to Grenada to visit my grandma. She's Catholic so she took us to her church for some ceremony that Catholics do every Friday during lent. It wasn't the longest of ceremonies, but it was certainly long and wordy, as most Catholic ceremonies are, it seems. I remember having a hard time sitting through my grandfather's funeral. I'm not criticizing the Catholic religion, but I'm sure most would agree that all the Hail Marys are tedious.
I think one thing I want to do before I die is visit some sort of ceremony for as many religions/faiths as I can. So far I've done Christian, Methodist, and Catholic. I think it's very interesting to experience the different things that each does for the same event.
Monday I leave for Stanford for a week. Can't beat a free trip to California.
Mar. 4th, 2006 @ 05:02 am
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I am standing around in a convenience store about to buy something. Two girls are in there with me. They look to be in their late 20s or 30s. One of them has big, red hair. I start to walk up to the counter when all of a sudden the store's alarm goes off. The two girls make a break for the door and run outside. I look up at the store clerk and he is glaring at me, like I did something wrong. I figure I am in for trouble, so I run outside and follow the two girls. After a few minutes of running we turn around a corner and out into the hills on the outskirts of town, the cops right on our tail. It's sunset and the sun looks amazing on the horizon.
A minute later we are up on the top of a hill. One of the girls collapses on the ground. The other stops to help her, but the cops are too close. The girls are caught, and myself soon after. I can tell the girls are terrified, but I am as calm as can be. I've been in this situation before, so I know exactly what is going to happen.
We are still on the hill and the cops are interrogating each of us about the incident. As each of the girls is questioned, I see a flashback in my mind of what happened to them. One of the girl's flashback is skipped, but the other one I see clearly. She runs out of the store and minutes later she is running up the hill. As she goes up the hill, something on her body snaps her back, like she is hit by a bullet from the front. That must have been what made her collapse.
After the flashback is over, the cops take us into custody and march us away further into the hills. We enter a small building filled with other people. Most of them probably criminals themselves. The girls and I are shoved into a cage with black bars, already filled with a dozen or so other criminals. We are apparantly the last in a bunch of criminals, because as soon as I am in the cage, the door slams shut. I move up to the front right corner and sit alongside the others. The entire building becomes quiet and a man enters the cage. He begins walking around all of us criminals, looking over each of us like checking eggs at the grocery store. I know exactly what he is doing. I've been here before, but this time I'm not supposed to be.
As the man gets closer to me, I bow my head down and hide my eyes. The man gets to me, and after a few moments of looking me over he taps me on the shoulder with a baton.
"You", he says.
I get up and walk out the back of the cage. As I round the cage to come out front, I bow my head to each man along the way. They are the moderators, and I know that they demand respect at this event. As I come around front of the cage, I hear the man in the cage tap another person to call them out. In front of me I see my parents. My dad comes over and I hug him and tell him I love him. Then the same for my mom.
After the formalities I walk back closer to the front of the cage and onto a little dirt floor area about 12 feet long and 5 feet wide. The second criminal who was called out rounds the cage and I immediately recognize him as an old friend from my childhood. I know the game, and I know we have to fight, but I don't want to fight a best friend. Nevertheless, I know what I have to do here. So I take up my fighting stance and prepare to fight for my life. I can already see in my mind how I will defeat him, like I have some kind of foresight in fighting. He rushes at me...
Feb. 27th, 2006 @ 06:41 pm
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rehab?
I don't know what exactly I won, but the prize was a trip somewhere out of the state with a bunch of other "winners" from around America, to attend some sort of conference. My parents didn't want me to go alone, so my mom decided to go with me. When my mom and I got off the plane to wherever it was we were going, we got on a bus filled with all the other winners. All of us were late teens/early 20s kids. Some male, some female. A couple of the girls were pretty hot, so I wished my mom hadn't of pushed herself to come. Other girls looked really skanky, but still cute. Most of the guys looked really nice, like models or something. I was still wondering why I was here.
We got off the bus and went into an orientation type thing. After a few minutes of talking I realized I was at some sort of sexual lifestyle awareness camp. Like some kind of rehab or support group for people who have sex a lot. The orientation speaker showed us some pictures and talked about a lot of things. He even made an example of one of the skanky looking girls. She was apparantly well-known for having sex.
After the orientation we all got to relax and go to bed. We each had seperate rooms, so I went back to mine and went to sleep.
I woke up a few hours later in the dark. I had to use the bathroom really bad, so I got up and almost tripped over a guy sleeping on my floor. I was like, "wtf", and looked towards the doorway to see another bed pulled into my room with another one of the guys sleeping on it. Great. The bed was blocking the door, so I had to crawl over this guy to get to the bathroom. I was creeping my way over him when all of a sudden he woke up and starting trying to stick his fingers all in my ass, like he was going to give me anal or something. These guys were gay! I flipped out and the guy stopped touching me and went back to sleep.
After that, a lot of stuff happened that I can't remember, but..
I was back in Oxford at my house. I guess we were supposed to do something after the camp, but I wasn't doing it. So, I looked out one of my windows and this weird dragon thing was flying around outside my house, with a girl riding on it. It landed on my porch and started banging on the door. I went to the door and looked out the peephole at it. I didn't want to open the door out of fear. So I just stood there staring at it. I guess it could see me because after a few seconds the dragon started talking in this deep, booming voice. I couldn't understand what it said, but as it talked I could clearly see visual distortion of the air because its breath was so hot. This hot air coming out of its mouth was so hot that it came through my door and I could feel it burning against my skin. So I stepped back and went to hide in another room. A few seconds later the dragon was flying outside the window of this room looking straight at me, so I dove back into the living room and waited. The dragon was really stupid, so it kept going back and forth between the window to my living room and the window to the other bedroom that I kept dodging into. So I decided to try and trick it by making it fly around to the living room while I snuck into my bedroom instead. I did this and apparantly the dragon got really confused.
I'm lying in my bedroom now, looking through the hall out the windows to see if it was still there. This yellow message appears in the air that says something like "Congratulations. You have earned 10 points." Woah.. must be some kind of game or something.
And then I woke up.
Feb. 20th, 2006 @ 02:48 pm
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1: burning love
I was running around in the back yard of my grandparents' house, where I lived. Liminality.. it was that gray time of day when the sun is just over the horizon, but the darkness of night hasn't set in yet. I was panicking. I couldn't get out because of the fence. The fire trucks and police show up moments later, as a guy runs out of the back of my burning home. He runs over to me and hands me a blunt the wrong way. I have to take it with two hands to handle it. How embarrasing. I take a short drag and hold it in a few seconds... then release. I just set my house on fire. The kid runs over and hops the gate, right into the arms of a cop. I take a dash into the burning house. A fireman is there.. he takes me and says it's going to be alright.
It's a week later and I'm off the hook. I helped set the house on fire, but the courts didn't believe it. Now they're sending me off to live with a foster family. They have a nice house. Must be a rich family. They have a really beautiful daughter who seems to be into me. After a few hours she is definately in love with me. Her house is really junky and cramped, although I would have never believed it from the outside looks. We're running around the house chasing each other, and I notice something strange out the window - the house isn't really a house at all. It's some sort of fancy mobile home, yet still made out of brick. I finally catch her. She's so beautiful, and I am really having fun with her. We're in the living room now. I look over at the TV area and notice that she has a huge anime collection. This is perfect. She's so beautiful.. why would she ever want to be with me?
2: the chase
We must have pissed someone off. Now they're after my family. We just got home from being out of town. I'm not sure who or what is after us, but we don't have a lot of time left before they get to our house. Dad says we're expecting them to be by in two to four hours, but I think they'll surprise us and be here sooner. Dad agrees, so we all go pack up our stuff. I go upstairs to my room and start packing some clothes. I look over and see my computer still on. The monitor is all lit up with green lights along the bottom. I need to turn it off, so I press the power button, but it just stays on. There's some chat program running that I left up since before our trip, but I don't have time to chat. I get all my stuff packed and head back downstairs. Apparantly our plans have changed and we're going to try and hide in the house so that when they come they won't find us. Dad is going to go somewhere else, so he tells my mom and I to hide behind some weird pillows that make whatever is behind them invisible. The only problem is that you can still be heard, so my dad is telling us we have to be very quiet and breath through our mouth. But I don't like this idea so I tell him that I can't do it, because I'll probably have to sneeze or sniff and then we'll get caught. Noone knows what to do now, so I suggest that we go hide at one of the condos we own. "How would they know to look there?" is my argument. This is a good idea, so we head over to the condo.
In other news, I got a free sample of Astroglide in the mail today. Is this a joke? It's in the trash now.
Feb. 8th, 2006 @ 04:36 pm
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I had another one of those dreams in which I dream that I am dreaming. Except this time I was dreaming that I dreamed that I had a dream.
I was taking a road trip with some friends, but it turns out I'm really mixed up in some horror flick where some of my "friends" aren't really friends, but trying to kill me/torture me instead.
We all stopped at some hotel for the night. A nice hotel with a small living room and a hallway with bedrooms and a bathroom coming off of it. One guy decided to sleep in the living room, and I in one of the bedrooms with another guy. The others went out to a bar or something. In the middle of the night, I hear the others come in. Drunker than anything. Apparantly fighting. I feel sorry for the guy sleeping in the living room. I don't know what happens to him in there, but I figure I'd rather not know. Minutes later the drunk guys bust into my bedroom, along with some black, flying camera with a gun strapped onto it. I duck and roll off the bed onto the floor. The other guy stays on the bed. The drunk guys storm into the bathroom, but the flying camera/gun just hover around our room. I can hear its mechanical parts buzzing and whirring as it hovers around. Nothing seemed to be happening, so I peeked back over the edge of the bed to see what's going on. BLAM! The gun goes off. It's pointed right at me, but I seem to be alright. BLAM! It goes off again. Apparantly it's just firing blanks. I ask the guy in bed why he's so mysteriously safe, and he says it won't fire at you if you somehow register with it. And my luck is that its registration thing is broke. So it keeps shooting at me, which is starting to piss me off.
Then I wake up and I'm on a baseball field with the same guys. One of the guys, apparantly the "leader" of the bad ones is torturing some of the others by beaning them with baseballs. Now it's my turn to get beaned, so I stand at home plate and watch as two of the guys chunk baseballs at me. For whatever reason, they keep missing me, so I start to laugh and say that its exciting. This surprises the leader. He says he's glad I've got some guts and humor. He says the other guys should be more like me.
Now I'm back in the hotel and I realize that I'm just dreaming, so I wake up. But I don't recognize the room at first. It's dark but there's a little light coming in, so I can barely make out my TV at the other end of the room. Slowly I start to accept this place as my bedroom. Then some lights come on and I see all these tubes hanging from the ceiling. Papers are coming out of some of them, and I realize I'm in a world where emails are printed straight to paper and fall out of the tubes. But if you get a virus in your email, little bugs fall out instead. And of course I just got a bunch of viruses, so there's all these bugs falling all into my room. Creepy.
I wake up again in a much smaller room. The light is on already. Apparantly I sleep with a light on, because I never feel like turning it off. Once again, I accept the room as mine. Once again, I wake up. My alarm is going off. Time to get ready for school.
adios
Jan. 17th, 2006 @ 06:58 am
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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed or even talked
And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
- "the perks of being a wallflower"
Dec. 1st, 2005 @ 05:24 pm
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Parts of this dream are coming back to me..
I was riding some huge bird with this friend of mine.. I was on the front and she was behind me holding onto me so she wouldn't fall off. We were riding over this street here in Oxford, but the bird wouldn't fly very high so we were under the trees. And because of that, we flew around a lot of houses to where we were going. I remember saying the houses were really neat looking, cause they were old and sort of worn down, but vines and things had grown all up over them. Riding the bird was really cool, cause it would flap its wings and make this big "woosh" sound and then we'd go higher. And sometimes we'd just kind of soar along the road or between buildings. It was so cool.
After flying around a bit, it started raining a little bit. Not very hard.. just a light shower so we didn't get very wet. It was really.. good? I guess.. it was kind of surreal (as dreams usually are) flying around on this bird in the rain with this girl... then the rain stopped.
So we finally got to where we were going, which was this dinner thing with some of my family. My grandmother and parents were there. The place we were eating was some strange restaurant. It looked like the entire thing was maybe 100 ft x 100 ft square, but it had multiple floors, so it was bigger than it seemed. And the thing I distinctly remember is that the top floors were seperated out into two towers. And people could eat out on the tops of the towers too, which is where my family was - on top of one of the two towers. So this girl and I fly over towards the tower and as we go by, I remember asking them if they were sure they wanted to eat up there cause it might rain again. They said it was ok, so the bird dropped us off on top of one of the towers, but it was the wrong one. We landed on top of someone's table, but they didn't seem to care. We made our way over to the other tower and sat down to eat.. then I woke up.
Jul. 27th, 2005 @ 11:07 am
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Yeah..
Last night I had another weird dream...
I was with a couple of my friends and, for some reason, we decided to ride out to the lake at night. On our way out there, we kept seeing helicopters flying from the direction of the lake, away from it. And a couple of times we saw these white spots of lights, much brighter than stars, just hovering there, and then they'd shoot straight up into space when we came up on them. We all kept pointing and flipping out over them, like they were amazing. And for some reason we kept driving on towards the lake.
When we turned onto Old Sardis road, which is the straight shot to the lake, we looked out towards the lake and saw that the sky over the lake was clouded over and had very dark shade of red, almost unnoticable in the darkness of the night. It was very strange. Every now and then a flash of red would glow from somewhere behind the clouds, briefly illuminating them.
As we got close to a subdivision on the right side of the road, I saw a truck coming out of the subdivision. It was speeding, and I knew it wasn't going to stop at the stop sign. I guess the driver was drunk or trying to flee. But before the truck got to the stop sign, the clouds in the distance flashed more red than before, and a thin wall of flame fell from the sky directly on top of the truck. The wheels of the truck were instantly melted and caught on fire. The truck skidded through the stop sign and fell into the ditch accross the road. But we kept going forward.
Now the clouds over the lake seemed to be getting more violent. At times, it seemed as if they were exploding into giant balls of flame that erupted out towards us as we drove closer and closer to them. They seemed to be growing, and stretching further and further from the lake. I briefly thought about my parents, who lived further down the road. As we neared their house, I woke up.
I also had two other dreams last night, but they were just me hanging out with a particular friend. And I think she liked me. It was nice.
Jul. 12th, 2005 @ 11:07 am
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today, I would be late for the gym at 4:30.
rewind an hour.
I'm walking along an old county road. I don't know why I'm walking. I really should have driven. there's a dog over there. a couple cars pass going the other way. keep walking...
there's a bigger dog. I hop on the dog and ride it up the road a little ways. what the hell am I doing? I get off the dog in front of a house. I'm supposed to be here for some reason. needless to say, I'm pretty dirty, so I go inside the house and see a bunch of people I know. I'm trying to explain where something is to one of them.. it's one of my professors. I try but fail... It seems like I'm somehow important, like.. like I'm supposed to be doing something to help these people. I can't remember. Since I'm diry, I take a shower.. nice.. hot..
when I'm done, I get out and everyone's gone.
I walk back outside and hop on the dog again, but the dog is mad at me won't take me anywhere. I try to make him go, but he growls and tries to bite me. I get off and walk again.. back where I came from. I think I can make it home, but a little ways up the road, I look at the time, and it's 4:27. I have to be at the gym at 4:30. damn. I don't have time for this. I turn around and head back to the house. there's a dog again.
on the way back some friends pass me in a car, but they don't stop. jackasses. obviously I need a ride. well, I'm almost back to the house, but that dog is still there, and it looks mad. I turn around and start running the other way, trying to make up some time somewhere. I can actually run pretty fast.. I run, run.. run.. I'm running down a hill when something tackles me from behind. what the hell? it's that dog again. damn dog. wait. it's a different dog. it's black and white and fluffy.. but it's big. it wraps itself around me like a football tackle.. weird. now I'm getting dirty again. I'm rolling around on the ground with this dog when my friends ride by in their car again. of course, they pass me again. I hope they think I'm having a lot of fun here, struggling to get this pissed dog off of me.
I finally get the dog off me, and my friends drive by again. this time I'm not gonna let them pass me, so I stand in the middle of the road. they finally stop and let me ride with them back to town. I fall asleep in the car on the way back, and then I woke up in my bed here at home
May. 24th, 2005 @ 09:59 am
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