Wacked dream

I haven't mentioned my dreams for a while, so here's one that I had last night, a pearler.

I don't remember how the dream started, but the bit that I remember clearly, was that I needed to get out of this city, but didn't have any money. So a friend of mine took me to this boat thing -- the city is entirely on the water, and it is -very- rare that you need to go on land, so all the automobiles are types of boats, sort of like a jet ski -- and to get money, you slap your hand against where the glove compartment would be infront of the passengers seat, and it would open, extending a digital solid scrabble board. Out the bottom of this is a teeny keyboard, and you type your name into it. You hit enter, and it'd flash and then set into the board. Beside that, a little cup thing would seeeep out and down, open hinge like, and coins would drop into it, depending on the letters in your name depends on what coins you get. Like the common letters, a, e, s, n, and so on, would get a copper coin, l, g, m, and the like would get silver, and the rare letters, x, y, u, z, would get gold coins. A mesh bag would wrap up your coins and you'd take them out, then the board would retract back into the dash. That's how you got your funds.

And then there was a dream jump to a school oval/mall area, me and a male friend, as well as an older female supervisor -- for some reason we were wanted criminals -- had to wait outside on the grass for a while. I found a sandy patch, and first I started drawing things, then I started digging a hole. It was elbow deep before she said we had to go, and she told me that I had to make sure that the sand on top of the hole matched the rest of the sand, they tended to get annoyed if it didn't. So then we went into the mall, building thingy, and one entire SECTION was devoted to ice cream and desserts. He went off to get what he wanted, I was given coins to buy a piece of fudge for the overseer lady, so I did that, but then I had about three, four dollars left over, so I got myself something. It was in a bowl, it was like, 'candy' choices. There was hollow candy, rare candy, and blonde candy flavours. Three scoops, so the rare candy would be vanilla, strawberry and banana, the blonde would be banana, caramel, and carrot or something. So I got one, and pocketed the fudge. Walking outside, she came to me and asked for the fudge, panic! what did I do with it?! I checked my pockets and there it was. I handed it to her, she took a bite "It's cold" before throwing it away.

For some reason, I had to drive a van and it was parked like RIGHT against a wall. Van|wall close. I was like "great parking, how the hell'd the driver get out?!" So I had to crawl in the passenger's side and settle behind the wheel. While this was going on, the supervisor was talking to the other guy, and they screamed 'Gryphon!' just before a really badly wounded one fell onto the van, the beak was at the drivers side window, tapping on the glass when it passed out. "Quick! To the hospital!" shouted the guy, while buckling up.

Dream jump.

160km/h down the road, and I wake up. No idea how I got there or anything, but suddenly in control of a speeding vehicle, swoosh around the corners, spray up of water, trying to keep the unconsious bleeding bird thing from falling off of the van. Then he said, the guy in the passenger seat "Could you worry less about braking and more about stoppign?" and I was like, huh, why? and then the hospital was right THERE. we careeened through the doors, skidding down the hall while I'm like STOOOOOOOOOP!!!! crash.

When we came too, the gryphon was gone, but there was a puddle of blood, we had minor wounds. He went off one way, I went wobbly off the other, and found an icefooty rink. Like normal football (Aussie style that is) Except all the atheletes had to iceskate to do anything. And the 'good guys' were losing because the star player had broken his leg (he was the gryphon, I knew completely that it was the gryphon, but it wasn't, he was human) but it got fixed, and couldn't see. So someone eventually gave him some glasses. Massive things, that took up half the face, a -OO- style, but the round lenses overlapped slightly. And then he wa slike 'yay I can see!' and they won.

And then I decided to wake up.

Walking out of my room my mother just appeared before me and started tugging at my clothes, gesturing, asking if it fitted alright, oh yeah, it does, is it comfy? And I'm like ...huh...? Ice...foot...oh. Pyjamas. Right.

And that is my night.


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Side note, I've got 'witch doctor' stuck in my head, from the record thing. Like, old school music.

'I went to the witch doctor, he told me what to say, I went to the witch doctor, he told me what to do, my friend the witch doctor, now I'm telling it to you! He said 'ooh ee ooh ah ah, ting tang walla walla bing bom. That's oooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bom!'

-_- I got it stuck in my head int he middle of my shift at work. I'm like whaaaaaayyyyy?! And how the HELL did it get there?! Lets just face it, friday was one RANDOM day.

Menagerie

Melbourne = really odd dreams.

It all starts in a museum like menagerie, all the animals are dead and stuffed, kept behind chicken mesh enclosures. A thin, green tarp covers all the enclosures, keeping them in a cool green glow, and it is -very- important that it is kept on, and covered. Why? Well...you'll find out.

Someone didn't tie a corner of that tarp down properly, or at all really, and the wind picks up the spiderweb mesh, uncovering the menagerie statues and....they stop becoming statues. At first it's no big thing, marsupials like rats, and mice, going onto the larger ones, the bilby, thylacine...and other ones that I don't know the names of, stretch and ...break open the doors to their cages. Cue me standing there going 'oops...oh no.' as they start to wander, scamper and generally mess around.

And the 'oh no' changes to 'oh shit' as the carnivores and bigger things start to wake up. Like the moa bird. That thing is -huge- and pecks at me. I decide the floor is a very NOT good place to be, and clamber up the partition between one cage and the next. I'm happily sitting here, watching the enclosures being uncovered, the big cats start prowling, you know, the sabre toothed kind, before a dinosaur, diplodocus to those that know the thunder lizards, barges by and I start 'oh shit'ing in earnest. With valid reason too, as the t-rex wakes up and starts thud....thud...thudding down the walkway between the two rows of enclosures.

There's one enclosure holding something -larger- than the king of the dinosaurs, and it wakes up too...I don't actually -see- this massive crocodile leave its enclosure, I only saw the nose...picture a round snout the size of a volkswagon beetle slowly emerging into the light while a t-rex looks at you.

Which would have -more- of your attention?

Yep, the t-rex. Oddly enough, they don't look -down- their snout, they have to dip their snout and look from the top of their head, to focus the two eyes in binocular vision. Really ...disturbing. And me going, oh shit oh shitohshiiiiiit as it snaps at me. Mad scramble back and thud on the hay of an empty enclosure...well, mostly empty. Giraffes are -niiiiice-. I like Giraffes. T-rexes don't, they ignore the longlegged food supplies to go for the human girl scrambling back through the legs.

And...lets skip the massive runrunrunrun DUCK runrunrun part to where I hide in the swan enclosure. Yes, the swan enclosure. And the drake hisses at me because I almost disturbed the missus who was sitting on her clutch. A sorry and a squeeeze into the box that holds a different nest, so I'm sitting -next- to the dry grass thing, hoping that the t-rex wont' find me.

A monkey boy caveman thing drops in, looks at me all scrunched back into the box and asks "Are you comfortable?"

"Yeah...I'm fine." I reply with a bit of a bemused look on my face

"you don't -look- comfortable."

"Thats because I'm hiding, look, go pat the swans!"

He does, and thud....thud...thud the t-rex is back. And of course, he stops right by the swans enclosure, dips his head -really- close to the ground, twists, and looks straight at me. Snarl, snap, box is captures in those jaws, bottom drops out and I thud on the floor as he struggles with the wood. Bolt for the little door at the back to get into the service way and...thudthudthudthud

How the DEVIL can the t-rex get from INFRONT of the enclosures to the BACK of the enclosures, going AROUND all of the enclosures and past that giant crocodile which is now sitting up on its tail, bouncing and going 'deedly deedly dee' at me FASTER than I can get through -one- little door?

Repeat about five times before, brainwave! lets shut and lock the chickenmesh door that it was slipping through!

....


It went -through- the doors regardless. Two broken doors now.

That worked.

Not.

It's about now that I decide to wake up. You can only say 'oh shit' and 'that is -so- not fair' so many times, run your lungs out and be absolutely terrified so many times before it gets a bit boring.

My boyfriend asked why I woke up in the morning (after I woke the whole house by setting off the alarm to let the cat in >_<), my response? 'I got sick of being chased by a t-rex'.

Spastic dream...seriously so, even for me.

Okay, first up, exams, no biggie. I LOVE TEE exams. Why you ask? Because if you finish EARLY, they LET YOU GO EARLY. No sitting there, twiddling your thumbs bored stupid!! It's wonderful.

Oh, and guess what...It's the 5th of November today and, I am going to horribly embarass Xin and...

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BBBBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, your one hundred and two, you look like a monkey, aaaaaaaand you smell like one too!

jejejeje, keep smiling honey. ^_~

Aanyways, my spastic dream... (I've got a few hours to kill before the end of school hehe)

I'm having issues in trying to get this to make sense, seriously, that's how spastic it is.

Okay, there's this boy, Tommy, or whatever, I'll just call him Tommy for now, whose parents got a recent windfall. Or something, all I know is that he's a kid that was semi-poor, not born into the money that was needed to go to this camp.

It starts at a table, where all the precious little darlings are gathered around and the carer is saying 'and this is Joanne, but she doesn't eat egg, lettuce...' and so on, listing each child and what they did and didn't eat, and eventually got to Tommy. 'And he's really good, he eats liver, black pudding...' and so on, and Tommy's ducked under the table, the pair either side look down and he says 'dont let her make me eat soup!' so one of the precious little darlings pipes up and says with that sneer (no offence) the rich manage to manufacture "I know what would be -wonderful- for dinner, braised chicken and onion -soup-." And a smug smirk as the carer agrees.

Weeks pass, and Tommy is evidently hating the camp, as he tends to wander off on his own alot, and by the lake, or rather, in it, is a was sunken car (the water's receeded) and that's where he stays alot, as the seats have dried out so it's not squelchy. One day, while he goes down there, he comes across a black dog, a doberman crossed with a rotweiler I guess, savage but gentle. So now Tommy has a friend yay!

One night, a few days after that, a feral, and really -ugly- cat sneaks into his room. Wakes him with a loud yeowl and then gives a purring meow, a massive rat crawls out of a hole in the wall and walks up to the cat, which opens its mouth -really- widely, so that the mouth forms an oval, not a normal open cat mouth, really freakylooking, and the rat crawls in, eaten. Another meow and Tommy goes back to sleep as the cat stalks away.

A few weeks pass, and others find out about this cat, they come to capture it. Tommy with the dog at his side are part of the group, and the cat comes, meows hisses and all that, hurts one of the men, and ends up being held by someone powerful (for some reason it's God but I have no idea why, so lets just skip that part...) and scolded, saying that they misused their power so now that power will go to another more deserving while they suffer in insanity, dealing with the repercussions of that misuse. The only way they get solace from the insanity is in the arms of the one they hurt the most.

Go metaphores....and hell. Spastic dream. Really spastic.

Well, now I can sort of make sense of it...kinda.

Aaaanyways, You can't go off at me for not saying happy birthday Xin because I DIIIIID and I'll say it again,

HAPPY BIRTHDAAY!

Jejejeje. You know you love me.

Nightmare.

I don't have nightmares often, more often than not they're dreams. I barely even have bad dreams, it just doesn't work. Especially when you tend to take charge and turn the terrifying into the ridiculous. Unfortunately I couldn't do that in this nightmare, I swear I have never been so glad to wake up on a school day.



Here we go, what happened.



Me and this group of scientists researching the paranormal were in this old house, there were numerous reports of screaming heard within when it was empty and the like. It started off pretty low key, I mean, the odd shimmer in the air, a glowing spark by a door, that sort of thing. Little stuff that got us really excited. It's like -yes- finally we'll have proof of the occult! And then things started to go downhill.



It turns out that the family that lived there, were all horrid mean people, you know, the self-righteous arrogant toerags that occasionally crop up? Yeah, the parents were like that. The father was very strict and overbearing and the mother was selfabsorbed, selfish, and bitchy. There was a daughter of about 18 and a son of about six or so. First all we saw was the daughter as she went about her day, cleaning, washing, cooking and so on, it was like we weren't there. And then she started noticing us -- not good as she got rather aggro when she saw us. Screetching and everything, and that woke up the rest of the family. They possessed my partners, and they went mad, thinking that they really -were- the ghosts.



Something happened with my vision when they were possessed, and I got double vision, I saw the ghost possessing them -and- them. It was very weird. We couldn't do anything, but the daughter possessed me and took me through the fateful night when the entire family died, or what was left of it. Since the previous winter the six year old son got locked outside in the snow, the mother saw it standing there, knocking on the front door (there was glass in the door) and pleading to come in, but she only smiled, returned to the letters she was reading before walking away. Person number one dead, as they froze to death in the middle of summer (winter) when the son died.



The father tended to beat both the daughter and his wife, so i was trying to escape a beating and the mother (I was like, possessed remember?) and then the ghost goes insane and kills the mother and the father before I eject her from my body. She screams at me and we fight. I pin her against the wall (really odd, having your hand around a throat you can't see) when she started -laughing- at me! This maniacal laughter that was -really- irritating. I look behind me and there's this shadow of the father bearing down on me, I squeak, release her, duck his attack and go to the front door, it's locked, but I've got my keys, yay! So I unlock the door, get out, expecting to have some cold hand pull me back or something nasty to happen, but I get out, shut the door and start running. About halfway down the driveway I turn and look back and freak, its my fathers house, with the tree's either side and everything, and there -she- is gloating.

She sends this ghost wolf after me -- now don't get me wrong, I love wolves, normally, I always think they're beautiful creatures, even when snarling and everything, they're gorgeous! -- but not this one, it was like, black, midnight black, all teeth and red eyes and snarl and me, being the sane, normal person that I am, I ran from this six foot thing...that's at the shoulder people. You'd have run too.

So I'm belting down the road, the bitchumen hurting my bare feet, getting winded, my legs complaining, and it's just loping along behind me. (In hindsight, I don't think I had to have run...but yeah) I ran about 500m down the road to where there were two driveways either side of each other, saw a heap of cars go into one driveway and then vanish, like, pass through the gate and then poofle. Alarm bells started ringing there, and I was standing in the middle of the road for about five minutes (uneaten) before moving off the road. I looked behind me and the wolf had shrunk down from that monster thing to a more normal size, it flopped down in the path as I backed away, asking it to go and leave me be. It's response? "You are my Mother, I could never hurt you." Before getting up and loping down the road and vanishing.

Then a crippled cousin of mine -- or perhaps she was an elder sister-- who'd broken her knee and was on crutches was going towards the driveway where the cars had vanished into and I went over to her and said "Wait no! you don't want to go in there, come one, we have to go over here..." And so on, getting her out of there and then my grandma and eight year old sister were on the -other- side of the road going to a birthday party. (I don't have any sisters or grandmothers at all) So I dragged my elder sister to the middle of the road and left her dazedly standing there before fetching the other pair of relatives. Then i got a phone call, it was the ghost saying that my father had just called and was wondering if my number was 0407 105 991 or something else but I had no signel so I couldn't call my father and and and....

And then I woke up. I saw the sunlight on my window, breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. I swear, I have never, ever, been so glad to wake up 10 minutes before my alarm on a school day.

I had a dream...

yes, another wacked out dream. This one had an actual message in it, god knows what, but there you have it.

I am standing in a dark room, not dark as in a lack of light, but dark as in the decore, the feel of the air. At my feet, kneeling, is a girl weeping, with short ragged cut hair hanging down over her face, covering it. She is weeping, her shoulders shaking under the robe that once was white, but is more the interminable colour of dirt. I just stand there, looking down at the top of her head, and she whispers between sobs "if only you knew, knew what I know..."

A few moments of silence, and still she weeps, another soft whisper "What I know, I would not wish on you, but I must..." I'm just looking there, looking down at the girl at my feet as she sobs, not saying anything.

She looks up and I get a jolt, for she has no eyes, just ragged holes, black as night where her eyes were, gazing up at me and she says, ever so softly, still with crimson tears dripping down her cheeks "I would not wish your path on any, for I have walked it, and would not wish you to..." and there she stands, my height, I blink, another jolt, she is me, me a few years from now, but still me. I am not me but something slightly other, something else, but she embraces me, holds me gently, and then steps into me...and I know, know what made her weep. Know what made -me- weep.

I look in the mirror off to the side, and I am not me, but I am. I am me, but I am more...

You recall the dream where i was golden skinned with the red tinge? That is me, and the firey glowing orbs of my eyes hold too much knowing...and I know what made me weep, and know what happens in my life...


And then I wake up. Still knowing.

Not pleasant to say the least.

Spastic dream

Seriously spastic. Most of you know that I haven't trained for a couple years now right? So what the devil am I doing dreaming about being in a tournament?

Okay, so my dream starts in the middle of a kumite (fight) bout, where I'm standing on the sidelines, hot and bothered and slightly smarting as I'd just lost my fight, royally thumped, hey, it was the nationals and I was -way- out of practise. Seriously so. A little blurring of the time, and I'm lining up for a kata round.

Two people who know me ask me who I'd rather verse in the final round. I replied with a snort "I doubt I'll get past the first round, considering I can barely remember the entirety of a kata."

"Oh yeah, that might be a bit of a bummer eh?"

"Hope to get to verse you."

Then the round started, I was semi-watching the other kata's, just mostly stressing over the fact that this was a NATIONAL competition and I had NOTHING to work with for the first round. I wasn't even sure if I had the entirety of the Kata I was planning to do in my head.

My turn comes up, and I've got a seriously bad case of stage fright. I straighten my shoulders, walk out to the middle of the mat, bow, keep my eyes shut, walk to the center, bow again and open my eyes. "Heian Godan!" I say, the first round -always- has to be a heian kata, it's very basic kata's, the first ones you learn. I pull it off...alright, I think I missed bits and added bits and scrambled it into other kata's, but it looked good, must have because I got into the second round.

This round I did Jion, and thoroughly stuffed it up. My two favourite katas, my competition kata actually, the pair that I've done so many times for performing in a tournament that I can do them asleep...and it seems to have semi-paid off. Unfortunately I get knocked out in this round, and the winner went on to win third place, so it's not that bad I suppose. But oddly enough, before the bout had finished, this...balloon cage thing descended through the roof and a moth like she-boy entered the bout, performed a kata, very gracefully and elegantly, and won first place.

After that, my dad helped me go through jion, basically reteaching it to me, so that I remembered the entirety of it. That was fine, once I was satisfied with that, or rather, he was, I went over and befriended the she-boy, since no one was really sure if he was a she or a he, too feminine looking to be a he, yet lacking the obvious female characteristics, hips for one, to be a she. We were having a nice chat, when he invited me into his bubble-cage thing, I said a goodbye to my dad and all that, before following him. We went up through the roof and over fields and things, still talking, well more, him laughing as I was awe-ing at the view. And then....and then my cat jumped up onto my bed and laid against my legs, waking me up.

I was fine enough with that and all, but what's got me freaked out, is that because I had the kata retaught to me in my dreams, I can remember the ENTIRE kata -now-, while I'm awake, and I won't be struggling to remember which move comes next or anything. Odd...very, odd.

Oh, and my moth she-boy, was silver, a quite a luxurious shade of silvery grey that shimmers in the light...

Dreaming

Yes, I had another dream...and this one was disturbing, even for me! Although it was rather simple, and short compared to some of my other dreams that is.

It started with me sitting at a vanity, you know the sort of thing, where there are drawers and a mirror and make-up and things? I glance up at my face in the mirror, but I don't look like myself, not exactly, it's like...a slight shift in my perceptions, as though I was looking at an ancestor, or a decendant or something, someone that looked like me, but -wasn't- me. That was bad enough, but then I picked up a blush brush (for the males reading this, it's a big, fluffy brush that women use to put blush- a tint powder thing- on their cheeks to colour them) and twirled it, brushing it over my face.

Bits of my face fell from the brush, like fine powder, my eyes were closed as I was doing this, so as to not get the bits of me in my eyes. My entire face brushed, I got a cloth and wiped the remaining little pieces away. I looked even less like the me I see in the mirror, it was more...ethreal, unearthly, yet captivating...haunting but not in a scary way you know? Haunting in a....dare I say it? In an oddly beautiful way...but an otherworldly way. The way that a siren would have been beautiful, if that helps any.

My face 'clean' I turned the brush to my arms and twirled it over my skin, dusting away. My skin flaked away like fine scales to fall to the floor as I methodically cleaned first one arm, and then the other of the dusting, the layer over who I really was. A reddish gold showed through the paleness of what my skin usually is (Seriously, I don't tan) the colour of rose gold, for the hue. Gold, but with a sheen of the palest red.

I again wiped away the final flakes with the cloth, my arms, neck, face bare of the artifice before I stood, and in turning from the dark wood of the beuro (sp?) the dream faded, but peacefully. Like the exhalation of a pleased sigh.

Very...odd. To say the least.

Dreams ...and a rant

Yet again, I have a spastic dream. I'm sooo tired, ugh. Dead on my feet, literally. You'd be exhausted too, if you flew around the entire night.

Aanyways, general gist of my dream: I'm a dragon, four limbed (sort of like a wyvern, only with feet) and I'm flying around this semi-suburban area at night in the rain. A sort of requested meeting thing to prove that we're not 'animals' but actually intelligent. So to prove my intelligence I'm asked(told) to get an umbrella so that she wouldn't get wet.

I gave her a look that said 'you have GOT to be kidding me' before I flew off....and brought back a beach umbrella. The easiest umbrella to carry. She of course complained so I meandered around the carpark, delicately avoiding the cars to indicate a neglected blue and white umbrella. She seemed a little surprised at this.

Dream jump.

A group of other people arrive, pro-dragon since there are regulations out that any dragon that eats the livestock has to be hunted down and destroyed. They were of the opinion that dragons SHOULD be allowed to eat the livestock, rather a cow than a person, was their cry. They wore yellow triangle bandanna's, around the upper arm, as a skirt, on their heads etc. They argue with her, the her in white, and give her a LARGE yellow sheet, folded in half into a triangle.

I sit down, or something, and they tie her to my back, using the bandanna to keep her warm, and secure. I straighten, with this human on my back, and go to a clear spot, the rain is pelting down, she is instantly drenched, the knot under my belly tightens as I spread my wings, water dripping down my scales to tickle my underside, and then I am in flight.

I fly up and around the buildings, my wingtips just missing the glass on either side of the street, I go out of the city, flying over the rainsoaked, night illuminated pastures. She is screaming in fear, and then exhilaration. I find a herd, of sheep or goats, I think goats, and take one, eating it even as that human gasps on my back. I take off again, the corpse and remanents of my meal in my hind claws and start back towards the city. I curve, midflight, and hover, eating the rest, to display how well I can fly, and that where a meal is found, does NOT mean that was where it was taken from. I drop the entrails and most of the skeleton by a small thatch of trees, for the smaller predators, before continuing to the city.

I circle a scout hall, or something of the like, banking, and then rolling over so that I am flying upside down, scaring her as the bandanna starts to slip from my body, I roll back over, now I can breath easier. I return to the carpark and carefully land on the tarmack, folding my wings and placing my foreclaws on the ground. The group walk up, and release the knot, they had all known dragon-flight, and knew how to deal with the jittering, gibbering, exhilarated, fearful and awed human that I had taken for a flight. She comes to her senses enough to take the bandanna that bound her torso and lower back to my spine, and wears it as a skirt, the point on one side of her legs, the bound knot on the opposite hip over her white, mostly see-through slacks, annother supporter for the draconic cause.

Once all is well with her, I fly off, skimming low over the car rooftops, sending the humans scurrying for cover. Fools, did they not know that I would not harm them? I am not so foolish with my wings, I know where they end, even though -they- obviously do not. Three strong beats of my wings and I am in the air, soaring up into the storm clouds with a crackle of lightning illuminating my scales and then I am gone.

The buzzer of my alarm sounds and I wake, roll over, turn it off and then thump back onto my bed with a groan, time to start a new day on zippo sleep. Joy.



Soooooooo. No, I haven't been reading anything to do with dragons, nor drawing them, they have NOT been ANY influence in my waking life for about....two months, at least.


Another point, don't you just LOVE it when people take out their stress and anger on YOU?! For example, mother dearest was worried about going to work last night, so all yesterday afternoon we (me, her bf and her bf's daugher, Pheonix ) couldn't do ANYTHIGN right. And copped it.

I don't MIND being a sounding board, when it's not PERSONAL. If you're having issues with some moron at work, at school, in your social life, whatever. I don't care, you can yell and scream at me to release the tension. All I'll do is pat your shoulder and say 'yes dear', which won't help very much, but you'll feel better. Or you wont and then get angry at ME, in which case they won't be aggravating you and that, my dear readers, is an acheivement and a bonus, to my way of thinking.

Yes, my rant. That and I am SICK and TIRED of my blasted mother blaming EVERY flipping thing that goes wrong in the house, from HER foul moods, on MY BLOODY LAPTOP! Fair enough I spend alot of time on there, but really! For the past three months she's been harping on at me. "we just dont like how you treat us, stop being so selfish okay? that's all we don't like, how you turn into a complete bitch when you get on the computer. Start thinking about other things than that bloody computer, stop thinking like a child all me me me me me me" I swear it is enough to drive you mad, hearing that every fucking day, several times each day simply because she is in a snit and needs a sounding board/scapegoat!

Oh look, it's been two weeks since me and my daughter have fought, I know! I'll start on about her LAPTOP and how she's FAT and UGLY and SELFISH, maybe then I'll get a rise from her so that she can hate me some more and I can accuse her of hating me and wonder WHY.

Sometimes, most times actually, I just wish I could move somewhere else...either that, or kill her and get away with it. My mother and I, we do NOT get along. And even when she thinks we are, I am merely tolerating her and trying not to set her off, yet agian, so that she has the least notion that the last thing on my mind when I think of her is how much I love her. or don't, as the case may be.

Dreams

Now, we've all had some weird arse dreams right? Dreams that are so...wacked that you just have to go what the -hell-?! and wonder where they came from?

I bet you, that no matter how spastic or random your dreams are, mine are worse. Take for example, the dream I had after I went to bed after my previous post. There's me, laying in this bright orange desert, gazing at a seam in the sky, a jagged scar in the very fabric of the cosmos and wondering why I can't focus when it was imperitive, VITAL that I focus on the ground...

About a half hour of dreamtime, when my vision is swimming, drifting in and out of focus on this tear in reality before I manage to register anything else, and I realise that I'm arguing with a female voice that is me and not-me at the same time.

"Some great power you have, you can't even focus."

"Why do I need to focus?"

"Concentrate! You'll need this."

"Need what?"

"To focus! You can't even drag your gaze from the tear to the ground, where the -real- danger is."

"Hush your mouth."


Then a dark skinned being enters my preferial vision, I turn my head slowly, lazily, woozily, to try and focus on this...blurred thing. It gets closer, I can hear it rattling, from the shells, bones and whatnot on necklaces and things strewn over its body. It picks me up, carrying me back to somewhere while I drift in and out of consiousness. I wake up, focus enough to realise that my carrier is seated, holding me in their lap while they search through a bag. I reach for the bag too, automatic but my hand it swatted aside.

They pull out something, it is cold, and feels slightly...slimey on my skin when they press it against my forehead. I blink, my eyes watering as I suddenly notice an immense carved city rising out of the sand, miles high towards the orange sky. Carvedof ivory...or some other substance that looks like highly polished ivory.

The something is replaced in the bag and they open a...hatch in the wall, sort of like the parcel slot for mail, and slip in, beckoning for me to follow. It's large, so I do so easily enough, but on reaching the other side I lose consiousness, the world tilting as I fall to the ground, an odd lack of sound....even my head hitting the floor produces only a muffled thud.

I wake, hours, or maybe day's later, in a bed....of sorts. More of a hammock, only it's not made out of any substance I can recognise, coarse, yet smooth...rippling like water beneath my touch. I blink, my eyesight fuzzy as I strive to focus but all I can see are moving blurred shapes in any distance further away than my toes. Conversely, I can see the weave of the bed/hammock clearly, sharply, like it was magnified before my gaze. One of the dark shapes moves towards me and I tense, uneasy, worried....but fall unconsious again.

I wake again, with a splitting headache, but my vision is clear and I can focus. The blurred shapes resolve into dark skinned people, a glossy black, like...tar, or ink. Black, well polished wood springs to mind as an apt representation. But whatever you like, they were....breathtaking, yet earthy, beings of the land.

Regardless, it turns out that the one who found me was a witchdoctor of sorts, rather high up in the social hierachy. And since I didn't freak out or become nasty or something along those lines, I've gained a fair amount of respect from these ...people. Once my head had healed, and I was no longer woozy, having dizzy spells, I could wander around freely. A rather simple society, by today's standards, yet unbelievably sophisticated in others. They have very little modesty for instance, they shower out in the open, all together...albeit it's each gender to their own section.

Speaking of genders, there was about....four, I think. Something like that, since a wedding was a very...complex affair. I had to attend three, and each took about...six hours to complete. That's the saying of the vowels in their chattery, bubbly, birdsong-like language. It was rather nice to listen to, the language that is, and I somehow managed to understand enough to get by, but I was by no means fluent in it.

Regardless, minor details aside, the politics of the place meant that there were those that didn't like the fact that I was friends with the witchdoctor, and those around him, the rulers of that odd city. And arranged for me to have a fall....down around three stories. No idea how I survived it, but I nigh on broke my back when I landed, and I was there, sprawled on this wall, dangling down either side of it, semi-consious and furious, until the witchdoctor finds me. He gets angry, when I tell my tale, and they get thrown out while my back heals....well, them permenantly, but I wasn't really mobile.

And as I drifted in and out in a pain filled haze, I woke up. Like, properly woke up. My back was still hurting though. And all through the day, i've been getting twinges, well, more than twinges...more like, sharp stabbing pain, in my lower back, where I dream almost broke it.

Note to self, don't dream-hurt yourself. It hurts in real life too.