I had a wierd dream just now. Me and my brother were flying across the country in an airplane, and I think Lori was flying the plane. She wa talking over the intercom with the nose of the plane at a downward angle, and eventually we hit the water. Instantly, everyone was out of their chairs and running for the exit. My copy of Munchkin (which was in a wooden box and engraved for whatever reason) slid down the aisle in the crash, and some kid ( dirty blonde hair, big plastic frame glasses, and freckles) put it in his bag while he was packing his stuff. I go back there to get it back, and I tear it out of his bag. His mom and a few bystanders look at me like I'm crazy, but the plane is sinking so I grab my backpack and my bag, and jump out of the airplane. Instantly, I start sinking straight down under the weight of my things, and I end up dropping it all to swim to safety.
I get to the 3 life rafts first, and there is a little blue nozzle which you yank to completely inflate the life raft. I pull it, and climb inside. The other survivors are slower, but they manage to get into the second. The little kid who tried to take my game is in a life jacket somehow, and he is clinging to the the third life raft trying to inflate the blue nozzle with his mouth. The kid's mother is holding him up and encouraging him, even though he's not making any progress. Pretty soon, everyone is inside the life rafts, but in my raft, its only my brother, and two infant babies: a little baby gorilla and a strange crocodile the size of a big dog. The alligator also has strange brown skin and a few developing scales down it's spine. It also has a few hairs.
The baby gorilla is talking about the crocodile, and the scales down its back. It touches the little square scales, and tells us that they're still developing. I remember the gorilla had very light skin, and looked like it was half human or something.
Overall, this was a pretty strange dream. I remember being glad that the plane crashed, because that would mean I would become a survivor, and something of a celebrity. The talking gorilla baby though, I'm not sure about that one. When he climbed into my raft I was wondering if we could raise him as a human child. This was before he started talking. It was also kind of silly that I fought that kid so hard for my stuff, but then ditched it almost immediately afterwards.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Moving: Director's cut
I've finally settled in, with my hats on the wall, and my pictures up, so I have time now to write a little.
This summer, I have only 2 classes that meet twice a week each. Even though these classes are only 3 hours apiece, I am curiously more busy than I have been in a long while. My new home is far away from school, so I must travel via bus to and from class. Perhaps the extra travel time between my room and the library is the reason, but I certainly feel as though my free time is at a premium these days.
I am also a bit concerned about my Gamefly subscription, which should have been here 3 days ago, and has yet to arrive to either my new or previous address.
There is a chinese food restaurant practically below my house, and it is nice to be able to get food from them at a whim. To my right, there is also the elite cafe, which is completely average.
Moving went smoothly, with nearly all of my things fitting into the van in a single trip. We also had the god of parking on our side. Praise be to the Parking God!
My new room is small, but cozy. It is also my own, which I very much like.
I've also bought an abnormally high amount of video games this past week. Ultimate Mortal Combat 3 (not so happy with that one) Rez HD (excellent) and Garou: Mark of the Wolves (mixed, I may need a joystick to enjoy it) I suppose we'll see how they fare in a few weeks, once the new game sheen has worn off a bit. I'm also considering Xbox live, although with my current schedule, I don't know when I would be able to try it.
I also had my first real nightmare that I could remember a few nights back. Nightmares are more intense than I had expected. Im my dream, there were some teenage guys who were walking down an alley in Europe somewhere... There were whitewashed walls and cobbled streets, like you might see in Paris. The boys go through these big wooden doors, and into a sort of low-ceiling'd storage room. It's a little dark, with dust and cobwebs covering all the surfaces. Ancient wooden beams hold the low wooden roof up. The boys go around a little partition and find some dirty white pews sitting up against the walls. They play around with them a bit, but then the atmosphere changes slightly. One of the boys starts to feel uneasy, and begins to urge the others to leave. They all start to casually walk out, hands in their pockets, but suddenly the boy turns around, and there before him is this fat ghost guy. He looks young, but very pale, with dark pits for eyes. It also looks like he a bright lipstick smeared all around his mouth, like he was eating spaghetti or something. He's just standing there, looking at them.
The boy panics, he suddenly has a hacksaw for some reason now, and he plunges it down into the ghost's soldier with a thunk. The hacksaw makes progress down to about the top of the ghosts lung, and then stops. The ghost continues to stand there and stare. Then I woke up suddenly.
I don't have any idea what this means. I think this was about 2 days before I moved, but I couldn't move when I woke up. I had that sleep paralysis. There is a painting by one of the northern renaissance painters entitled nightmare, in which a woman is tormented by a flithy little demon sitting on her chest, pinning her beneath it. Now I understand the significance of this.
This summer, I have only 2 classes that meet twice a week each. Even though these classes are only 3 hours apiece, I am curiously more busy than I have been in a long while. My new home is far away from school, so I must travel via bus to and from class. Perhaps the extra travel time between my room and the library is the reason, but I certainly feel as though my free time is at a premium these days.
I am also a bit concerned about my Gamefly subscription, which should have been here 3 days ago, and has yet to arrive to either my new or previous address.
There is a chinese food restaurant practically below my house, and it is nice to be able to get food from them at a whim. To my right, there is also the elite cafe, which is completely average.
Moving went smoothly, with nearly all of my things fitting into the van in a single trip. We also had the god of parking on our side. Praise be to the Parking God!
My new room is small, but cozy. It is also my own, which I very much like.
I've also bought an abnormally high amount of video games this past week. Ultimate Mortal Combat 3 (not so happy with that one) Rez HD (excellent) and Garou: Mark of the Wolves (mixed, I may need a joystick to enjoy it) I suppose we'll see how they fare in a few weeks, once the new game sheen has worn off a bit. I'm also considering Xbox live, although with my current schedule, I don't know when I would be able to try it.
I also had my first real nightmare that I could remember a few nights back. Nightmares are more intense than I had expected. Im my dream, there were some teenage guys who were walking down an alley in Europe somewhere... There were whitewashed walls and cobbled streets, like you might see in Paris. The boys go through these big wooden doors, and into a sort of low-ceiling'd storage room. It's a little dark, with dust and cobwebs covering all the surfaces. Ancient wooden beams hold the low wooden roof up. The boys go around a little partition and find some dirty white pews sitting up against the walls. They play around with them a bit, but then the atmosphere changes slightly. One of the boys starts to feel uneasy, and begins to urge the others to leave. They all start to casually walk out, hands in their pockets, but suddenly the boy turns around, and there before him is this fat ghost guy. He looks young, but very pale, with dark pits for eyes. It also looks like he a bright lipstick smeared all around his mouth, like he was eating spaghetti or something. He's just standing there, looking at them.
The boy panics, he suddenly has a hacksaw for some reason now, and he plunges it down into the ghost's soldier with a thunk. The hacksaw makes progress down to about the top of the ghosts lung, and then stops. The ghost continues to stand there and stare. Then I woke up suddenly.
I don't have any idea what this means. I think this was about 2 days before I moved, but I couldn't move when I woke up. I had that sleep paralysis. There is a painting by one of the northern renaissance painters entitled nightmare, in which a woman is tormented by a flithy little demon sitting on her chest, pinning her beneath it. Now I understand the significance of this.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Waking up early
I have class today at 12, but I woke up at 8:30. Why? I am tired, I have a bowl of Trader Joe's brand banana nut clusters, and I have about 4 hours of morning with nothing in particular that needs to be done. I suppose I'll go read comics in the school library, maybe finish off Akira or something.
I also had a dream last night that I know involved camping, and I remember being on the roof of my apartment, and an old lady looking across and seeing me sitting there on the edge. She was shocked. I think there was also a courtroom scene, but this one I can't remember too well. I liked it though, that much is clear.
Banana nut really tastes like banana nut. That is nice. I like that. My brother, and my dad are coming in on saturday, which is also the day of the big He-man tribute show at Double punch. I guess the show is going to go on pretty late because it's so big, but still, with family here I'm not sure how the night will play out. I guess it depends when my dad goes to bed. It feels good to be able to offer him a bed to sleep in though, as I know he probably isn't crazy about sleeping in a dirty living room. The other apartment smells funny, but I guess I can fix that before he shows up.
One last thing, this Tonematrix is a real fun toy to make music with. they've also got a professional (read: complicated) flash music production program, that emulates various boxes and things that let you record music. Tonematrix is fine for me though. That picture right there is my song.
I also had a dream last night that I know involved camping, and I remember being on the roof of my apartment, and an old lady looking across and seeing me sitting there on the edge. She was shocked. I think there was also a courtroom scene, but this one I can't remember too well. I liked it though, that much is clear.
Banana nut really tastes like banana nut. That is nice. I like that. My brother, and my dad are coming in on saturday, which is also the day of the big He-man tribute show at Double punch. I guess the show is going to go on pretty late because it's so big, but still, with family here I'm not sure how the night will play out. I guess it depends when my dad goes to bed. It feels good to be able to offer him a bed to sleep in though, as I know he probably isn't crazy about sleeping in a dirty living room. The other apartment smells funny, but I guess I can fix that before he shows up.
One last thing, this Tonematrix is a real fun toy to make music with. they've also got a professional (read: complicated) flash music production program, that emulates various boxes and things that let you record music. Tonematrix is fine for me though. That picture right there is my song.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Iraq
Lately, I haven't been able to remember my dreams with enough clarity to write them down, so there are a couple that I unfortunately have to skip. But this is the first in a bout a week that I can remember a few details about.
First off, I was at home, and in an arguement with someone about not doing enough, and not helping people. Then all of a sudden I'm a civilian in Iraq, but the US army has partnered me with a marine, and we're walking through what must be Baghdad. I'm dressed like an Iraqi, I've got a gun, and me and the marine are talking about the dangers of the job. The streets are nearly empty, except for a few people in the distance. People start shooting at us, and next thing I know, I'm following this marine around and trying to survive. I try to help, but there isn't a lot I can do, and most of the people shooting aren't paying too much attention to me. They're more worried about my partner, who's leveling entire buildings with grenades. At one point, he destroys a building to reveal a little cinder block shed that was hidden in an alley. It's full of RPGs, and they start firing those at us. I go across the street, and into a building where I find 45 dollars in US currency but they're from "zone 2" written in red around the edges. It was a twenty and a twenty five dollare bill.
In a little courtyard there are some amputee children that look up when I walk by, and smile at me. And there is a door with numbers written on it, with a doctor inside, who's takiing care of this big line of Iraqis. At this point some marine starts yelling a list of things to do in Iraq, and why it's dangerous. I woke up to find that it was actually Deli yelling at his mom over the phone, about how he and his artwork weren't being respected.
I wish I remembered more about what happened before I was in Baghdad, because there was definitely more that I can't remember. Maybe this is from watching Operation Iraqi Steven on television.
First off, I was at home, and in an arguement with someone about not doing enough, and not helping people. Then all of a sudden I'm a civilian in Iraq, but the US army has partnered me with a marine, and we're walking through what must be Baghdad. I'm dressed like an Iraqi, I've got a gun, and me and the marine are talking about the dangers of the job. The streets are nearly empty, except for a few people in the distance. People start shooting at us, and next thing I know, I'm following this marine around and trying to survive. I try to help, but there isn't a lot I can do, and most of the people shooting aren't paying too much attention to me. They're more worried about my partner, who's leveling entire buildings with grenades. At one point, he destroys a building to reveal a little cinder block shed that was hidden in an alley. It's full of RPGs, and they start firing those at us. I go across the street, and into a building where I find 45 dollars in US currency but they're from "zone 2" written in red around the edges. It was a twenty and a twenty five dollare bill.
In a little courtyard there are some amputee children that look up when I walk by, and smile at me. And there is a door with numbers written on it, with a doctor inside, who's takiing care of this big line of Iraqis. At this point some marine starts yelling a list of things to do in Iraq, and why it's dangerous. I woke up to find that it was actually Deli yelling at his mom over the phone, about how he and his artwork weren't being respected.
I wish I remembered more about what happened before I was in Baghdad, because there was definitely more that I can't remember. Maybe this is from watching Operation Iraqi Steven on television.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Good movies are coming out!
Hooray for film! I feel like I'm going to be spending a lot of money at the theatre this year... Bad, but in a good way. Sci-fi is giving us Moon, a psychological thriller on the moon with a robot, and District 9, which is that Neil Blomkamp joint about alien racism in Africa. There's also The Road, which is a post-apocalyptic movie with Viggo Mortenson. I look forward to these movies. Also Up, but everyone knows what up is going to be. Pixar.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Auto shows and beauty salons
So this one stars me and my grandma and my mom and Eminem and a handful of italians. First up, me and my mom and grandma are all at a Trader Joe's. We're all buying food for ourselves, and my mom tells us she's going to go get her hair done for some special occasion, so she goes and we follow her in a different car. Grandma and I talk about birding for a while, and eventually we get to this strip mall, only at the end of the strip mall is this massive sort of convention center building. I can't see the whole thing, but what I can see looks like a huge chrome dome, with one side being a massive window.
My mom goes to the beauty salon, and my grandma goes with her. She see some chrome salt and pepper shakers and tells me she's going to buy them, so then I leave to go into the giant dome. Inside, there's a strange sort of auto show going on or something, and this italian woman named mariella shows up on her white motorcycle. She loves it very much.
Then she sees me, and I compliment her on her motorcycle. Mariella says I'm sweet, and then we're getting married Inside the dome. Apparently she's some sort of TV personality, because while this is happening there are cameras everywhere, and she's giving everyone orders about what to do. Someone tries to put her motorcycle out of the way, but she gets mad at them for touching it, and tells them the motorcycle can do it himself. She tells the motorcycle to put itself away, and it kind of glides off into a corner and puts it's kickstand down.
next thing I know, we're on children's television, and Mariella is talking to a group of kids on the rug in front of her. This is all happening inside the dome too, although some props, like a window and a bookshelf are all in a small area to make it seem like a room.
Then this italian guy shows up, and he is handsome, but very stupid. He starts teaching the kids how to read a clock, but he can't really do it. He holds up a banana and says that the curved ends point to 6 o'clock. Really they point to 1:45 the way he's holding the banana, and everyone calls him on it. He starts to get frustrated, and gets a blank clock to draw the numbers on it. He starts at the six but adds wierd lines at 33 minutes, and ten minute divisons up near the 12. No one is falling for it when he explains that the 33 minute division is "monkey o'clock, because that's where the monkey's tail rests when he's sitting on top of the clock." A woman standing off to the side comments about how somewhere an ugly guy is making tons of money, but she's attracted to this guy.
Then GM is unveiling their new motorcycle SUV, which is sort of a cross between an f-1 racer and a four wheeled motorycle. Apparently it transforms. When a button is pressed, the saddle lowers, and becomes a seat, while the wheels separate slightly and the handlebars become a wheel.
Then Eminem is being critisized at the show for cleaning up the language of his television puppet show without changing the content. Apparently it's being presented to children in Italy like that, and he puts on a live performance at the show. There are a lot of jizz jokes, but the characters call it milk, and at one point a little old lady puppet brings out a bowl of cereal covered in cocaine, but the characters call it sugar coated. Everyone boos at Eminem, and he gets visibly upset.
About this time, I go back to the beauty salon, and my mom has makeup on. She looks nice, and when she asks me how I look, I give her reflection in the mirror the same treatment that I would a piece of art. She complains and doesn't think I'm being sincere, when in fact I really thought she did look nice. Then we all leave, and I have a bag of goodies from the auto show, and my grandma puts the salt and pepper shakes in there. We all pile into some hatchback car and leave. The end.
My mom goes to the beauty salon, and my grandma goes with her. She see some chrome salt and pepper shakers and tells me she's going to buy them, so then I leave to go into the giant dome. Inside, there's a strange sort of auto show going on or something, and this italian woman named mariella shows up on her white motorcycle. She loves it very much.
Then she sees me, and I compliment her on her motorcycle. Mariella says I'm sweet, and then we're getting married Inside the dome. Apparently she's some sort of TV personality, because while this is happening there are cameras everywhere, and she's giving everyone orders about what to do. Someone tries to put her motorcycle out of the way, but she gets mad at them for touching it, and tells them the motorcycle can do it himself. She tells the motorcycle to put itself away, and it kind of glides off into a corner and puts it's kickstand down.
next thing I know, we're on children's television, and Mariella is talking to a group of kids on the rug in front of her. This is all happening inside the dome too, although some props, like a window and a bookshelf are all in a small area to make it seem like a room.
Then this italian guy shows up, and he is handsome, but very stupid. He starts teaching the kids how to read a clock, but he can't really do it. He holds up a banana and says that the curved ends point to 6 o'clock. Really they point to 1:45 the way he's holding the banana, and everyone calls him on it. He starts to get frustrated, and gets a blank clock to draw the numbers on it. He starts at the six but adds wierd lines at 33 minutes, and ten minute divisons up near the 12. No one is falling for it when he explains that the 33 minute division is "monkey o'clock, because that's where the monkey's tail rests when he's sitting on top of the clock." A woman standing off to the side comments about how somewhere an ugly guy is making tons of money, but she's attracted to this guy.
Then GM is unveiling their new motorcycle SUV, which is sort of a cross between an f-1 racer and a four wheeled motorycle. Apparently it transforms. When a button is pressed, the saddle lowers, and becomes a seat, while the wheels separate slightly and the handlebars become a wheel.
Then Eminem is being critisized at the show for cleaning up the language of his television puppet show without changing the content. Apparently it's being presented to children in Italy like that, and he puts on a live performance at the show. There are a lot of jizz jokes, but the characters call it milk, and at one point a little old lady puppet brings out a bowl of cereal covered in cocaine, but the characters call it sugar coated. Everyone boos at Eminem, and he gets visibly upset.
About this time, I go back to the beauty salon, and my mom has makeup on. She looks nice, and when she asks me how I look, I give her reflection in the mirror the same treatment that I would a piece of art. She complains and doesn't think I'm being sincere, when in fact I really thought she did look nice. Then we all leave, and I have a bag of goodies from the auto show, and my grandma puts the salt and pepper shakes in there. We all pile into some hatchback car and leave. The end.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Wooden towers
Ok so, there's this very tall wooden tower. It's like one of those towers in a play place, with triangular floors set between four post so that you can climb between them by zig-zagging up. This tower is about 20 stories tall like this, and is still under construction. It's on the waterfront of some big city, on white concrete, and near it is a similar structure only not quite as thin.
So I'm climbing up this tower, and the two young construction guys at the top(I think I knew them, but I can't rember exactly who they were) tell me to go bring them some tool from the bottom. One of them says the other is incompetent, and I need to go get it for him. The other guy is pissed off, and dissappears. Once I get to the bottom again, the foreman tells me not to let this girl up into the tower, because she is psychologically unstable. She doesn't listen to people and would be a danger to herself and others.
Then I meet the girl, and she's very sweet, and we both go up into the tower. Once we get to the top, she starts to play with one of the four support struts, and says she really likes the view. Then we're at the bottom of the tower, and the security guys are chasing us. We head into the other big wooden structure. This one has glass walls, but it's still got the zig-zag triangle platforms to get to the above floors. I remember there was some wandering and running from the security guys and the girl said something while we were here, but I can't quite remember exactly what. She was a very sweet person though.
There is a big spring show happening inside too, and we wander around the floors for a little while looking at the projects. Then I find one of my drawings in there, but it's horrible, and I'm ashamed. I start to draw on it to make it better, and this fat girl comes up with an even worse picture and puts it next to mine. The judge is some middle-age lady in a maroon evening gown with a feather boa, and she is slowly going around the table looking and talking about everyone's work. In desperation, I start makig a sort of 3-d macaroni picture drawing with capellini (the really thin spaghetti) and elbow macaroni. It's like little people surrounded by a fence or something like that. There is also a more regular macaroni picture, and it was also mine. She starts talking about it, and she dissaproves. Then she gets to the one I just made, and loves it. I looked to the crazy girl (who never really did anything dangerous, just strange) and smile, and she smiles back. Then I woke up.
So I'm climbing up this tower, and the two young construction guys at the top(I think I knew them, but I can't rember exactly who they were) tell me to go bring them some tool from the bottom. One of them says the other is incompetent, and I need to go get it for him. The other guy is pissed off, and dissappears. Once I get to the bottom again, the foreman tells me not to let this girl up into the tower, because she is psychologically unstable. She doesn't listen to people and would be a danger to herself and others.
Then I meet the girl, and she's very sweet, and we both go up into the tower. Once we get to the top, she starts to play with one of the four support struts, and says she really likes the view. Then we're at the bottom of the tower, and the security guys are chasing us. We head into the other big wooden structure. This one has glass walls, but it's still got the zig-zag triangle platforms to get to the above floors. I remember there was some wandering and running from the security guys and the girl said something while we were here, but I can't quite remember exactly what. She was a very sweet person though.
There is a big spring show happening inside too, and we wander around the floors for a little while looking at the projects. Then I find one of my drawings in there, but it's horrible, and I'm ashamed. I start to draw on it to make it better, and this fat girl comes up with an even worse picture and puts it next to mine. The judge is some middle-age lady in a maroon evening gown with a feather boa, and she is slowly going around the table looking and talking about everyone's work. In desperation, I start makig a sort of 3-d macaroni picture drawing with capellini (the really thin spaghetti) and elbow macaroni. It's like little people surrounded by a fence or something like that. There is also a more regular macaroni picture, and it was also mine. She starts talking about it, and she dissaproves. Then she gets to the one I just made, and loves it. I looked to the crazy girl (who never really did anything dangerous, just strange) and smile, and she smiles back. Then I woke up.
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