kaizer0002

Interesting dream. It starts with a garage sale on the yard of a party inside a condemned building. I went inside looking for some of my friends (Rykka had been outside talking with me about how they don't make enough Fallout games after picking up one I proclaimed they had already played. Arya was also off as Cho'Goth somewhere in the city fighting the living dead). I went around for a bit before I found a bunch of the party goers freaking out over a dead girl in one of the rooms. When I went back to check on her the girl was gone, so I went back and told them not to worry and that the body was gone. I walked out of the building to the sound of screaming. I soon found myself into the undergrounds (mausoleums beneath a series of sewers), got past some dark guardian and was assaulted by a rival who felt I was responsible for the city's current decaying state as well as the the ancient dead where we were. I had to explain I was not a recent creation, a remnant of an old war, so neither could be blamed on me. They stuffed me into a wall slot and walked off to a city meeting, in which I informed them to beware the ravens. She came topside to find men in black trench suits disposing of ravens feasting on the dead that had swarmed among the live populace. At the city meeting she, head of the mage guild, was given a vote on the council instead of just a presence and then I awoke.

I had a dream that there was some masked vigilante who was world renowned after the world had ended. One day I went to follow him to see what he was doing and he ended up getting choked for a short period by some nazis. Afterward he came out, mask in hand and asked "Who here is from Las Vegas?" to which everyone shook their head except me who said "Well, I am". He told me I was to be his successor and gave me a mask as well as a laptop with internet access. He said the only prohibition was that I couldn't use violence. Throughout the rest of the dream people would congregate around me wherever I went and I eventually learned from an elderly bunch that my mission was to subtly link the people who ran the world to the event that ended it using the scientific method.

First on a train it was someone with a bulbous forehead reading about it's intricacies, then some psychic woman whom my compatriot (who is also me) stabbed with a bunch of darts, one of the wounds appearing on my body. We ducked into a wal-mart to avoid the cops where some elderly people joined us about a booth, some of them wearing masks of their own and explained when I asked how things were going (and responded with - oh you know, things change) that what ever changes? I said that things had changes, I suppose for the good and that methods might have to change to which they all got very interested.. and then I woke up.

Whats unusual is that the previous vigilante was an elderly man and I am not, yet people didnt notice that. They just saw me for the mask even when the last wearer was sitting on the opposite side of the guy with the forehead on the train.

I had a dram about a television show concept wherein a person is able to magically change anyone else's life by using the phrase akin to "your life as..." which breaks into a montage of how their life would be. It would be named something like "Life as Meryl Muttle" or something (need a better name) and the first few episodes are about trying to improve the life of this one other person by having them spend a day of their life as different people the other person describes. Nobody would know the difference except the 2 main characters (only one of which has the power to change people, the other one having better/worse judgement. debatable). The power would likely have been bestowed by an old man overhearing their meddling and saying "well how would you like your life as someone who had the power to change anyone else's life but nobody but you would know the difference?". i am unsure if it would have to be accepted by the person whose life is changing, but early on in the series the person the show is named after would die and the main characters would be haunted by the fact they likely caused it, calling younger brothers etc. to see what happened.

The scenes in the dream were changing the Muttle character's life to be that of a glamorous businessman with glittery suits, scantly clad women at his sides who would show up late to his meetings and be busy ordering meals for later in the day / doing other superfluous things. The power is also used in revenge at one point, etc (life as minimum wage worker, life as a fisherperson, life as a washed up actor/ess, etc.).

The ultimate point would be for the two main characters to learn lessons about the good life and meddling in other people's affairs / knowing whats best for them. Or something.

I had a dream about being an investigative dialoguist and doing what started out as two dialogues with Naomi about her Muslim Yakuza family turned into an investigation with my undercover transgendered companion (like a watson to my holmes), interviews with all her family members to uncover rigid structure, and discovering in the end that she was half merperson (something discovered only by her looking into my third eye) and although her boyfriend professed that there was no tension in their relationship since merpeople are hermaphrodites, she lifted him up by the scruff of her neck and tossed him away before we drove away in a black SUV to go to a Denny's/IHOP, which was symbolic because apparently thats where it all started. The dream had started by addressing how she was a Christian in a Muslim household, and revealed that merpeople had itty bitty bits so lovemaking with humans would be painful, difficult, and be met with little success. She was painted as a strong female figure.

The winding details of the dream don't seem so important, but included:
-shootout in the basement fishery using plastic guns with the younger cousins (which I found myself in after scaling ninja-like over lots of barb wired fences)
-beheading of the non-Muslim pair for entering the household (before infiltrating as a bodyguard)
-working at some sort of Anytown fair where I had no purpose in the overall structure except at one point I ate expired Jello

I take this time to relay that the views in my dreams are not necessarily my own.

This dream was rather long, and detailed, and followed a single plot line which is uncommon. In these instances, recapping the entire dream seems pointless. The main points are:

I had been on one cruise liner with what I assume was my significant other and in the end the ghost of the ship returned to dock with me as it's sole passenger (rather Lovecraftian). As reimbursement, they gave me another free cruise and lo and behold, the same thing happened again, only this time I got to see the details. Apparently, the undead were in command of the cruise ship and were converting people to their undead minions. I tried to use Zan's early 90s era cell phone to call to help, but for some reason I called my shrink only to rant insanely instead of doing something rational like calling the coast guard or mentioning that this was a repeat of what happened a year ago. In the end, I discover that the undead are giving people a choice which they feel justifies their behavior, although the only options are undeath or being eaten. The dream sort of derails and falls apart in places, but thats the general idea.

Other key moments were exploding furbies to take down doors, a glass elevator chase scene where magnet hands slowed my descent, preaching hiphop style to the ship's zoo (at which point I transformed into a white tiger), (more to come as I recall them.. or maybe I won't remember)

It starts of with me and Sarah hanging out with a bunch of younger volunteers playing a mix between Left 4 Dead only the survivors are completely different and have actual abilities based on which one you pick. Sarah proposes as something to do we go to a place that is a link to her past and I made some comment on why it meant something different to me because I was older. It was witty and intelligent at the time, but doesn't turn out to make any sense upon reflection. The trip turns out to be to a bizarre carnival mall we hear a band playing the theme song from Zelda: Link to the Past, and I decide this is Sarah’s new theme song. Somehow it transitions to me being a powerful mage whose cats have learned how to depress either a button, turn a nob, or something else enough to get water to squirt out of a small household machine whose actual purpose eludes me (at the time I thought it was a phone, but thinking back it had no characteristics of a phone or any household device I am aware of). After briefly interacting with some of my neighboring wizards in what seems to be an academy of sorts (my section is evidently a library infested with malicious haunts, so I suppose I was a librarian) I decide to go on a trip and teleport somewhere random, finding myself on a very cramped cargo train with Sarah sitting behind me. We get off at a mansion like estate that is being assaulted by lawmen (I say lawmen because there seemed to be no women present, although I could have missed them) and an angry mob launching smoke grenades around the mansion to conceal it from the houses across the river (it was on a peninsula of sorts, or at least had a river to one side). Cut to the inside where Kinsley is discussing that they have to find the deed to the house and the lookout on the roof has to make their escape because the lawmen want him dead. They had been discussing which story to include in their book, the specifics which elude me. So, the man makes his escape and briefly looks at a cave with some train tracks passing overtop and debates hiding inside. He reasons it would be cooler inside and unsuspecting as he views the future of the spot with a plane flying past, a train moving over head before a harrier jet shoots a missile to collapse the cave which has evidently been rigged with explosives. Cut out of that sequence and we see the Kinsley Institute fighting off the police with the help of a mob (perhaps the same mob from before) using a makeshift barricade on the same spot near the cave along with guns and a mounted flamethrower. Cut to the Cyrian Empire: me and Sarah’s deaths (along with my association with Lucia and Lucia's approval of Sarah's moxy) have given us shadowy positions of power within the hierarchy. I don’t recall what happened for much of this part except someone trying to kill me by throwing me into a bottomless pit (while in a box) with a gooey safety net. While separated, they get a hold of Sarah and she looks at the figure of a topless, older blonde woman in the mirror and the scene is streaked with blood, the woman’s neck having been slit. I get the impression this is a vision of her mother. I run to assist and Sarah turns away, but they grab me as well as her as the image of the bloody mother crawls out of the mirror. Aids tie the bloody mother’s hair into long braids and force Sarah to look upon it, her sanity breaking with the tying of the last braid on the now doll-like bloody mother. And then I woke up.

Lifeguard hoodie means heated pool or polar bear club. Had an idea last night. Too sleepy to write it. Hope i remember. Figure i wont.

I don't necessarily feel like writing this post. I'm not sure I even feel like talking about it anymore. I'd love new input on it, but rare ideas are as they sound. I don't even feel like coherency. I don't even write for an audience - I write to remember. These are ideas I don't want to lose. Redundancy.

I had a conversation spawned from an article about how the U.S. Gov has been predicted to end by 2010 for a while. A respected Russian thinker. I have never taken my future seriously, as I always figured the world would end in my life time. A friend commented on the fact it brought up immoral religious. I brought up atheist socialist states with good education/health. My mother brought up that domesticated animals live longer. I thought of sheeple.

I'm not sure what I think from here. I like raising questions. I like thinking. I don't like making irrefutable arguments. I understand that I'm not excempt from ignoring information that doesn't fit my world view, which is contrary to being a free thinker. I am not Socrates. Nobody is special if everyone is. I never claimed to be unique. I like to think I think, but insert world view argument. The most I can hope for out of people is being introduced to new viewpoints.

There are no answers here.

Dreams of note:
I dreamt I was a bodyguard slave in the Cyrian Empire (which started out as a dream of a bizzare circus). Toward the end an enemy bar maiden was converted into a Cyrian princess with a makeover consisting of chalk white skin, black makeup, and elaborate clothing including a hat 4ft wide with a brim like half a halo (sort of like the one the queen wears in that star wars movie). She proudly preened about her old friends, putting the hat on her back for a while for the appearance of wings as the Cyrians cut them down and I sat to eat at the middle of 3 square tables shoved together. She said she was willing to still answer phones since thats what she used to do, and I said plainly that princesses do not answer phones.

Other dream was long and started with island hopping or something, but it ended with my old roommate killing himself because he was forced to listen to bad country music. Apparently bad country music was a part of his forced major. Most of the dream after that revolved on figuring out how it drove him to take such a drastic step, and not really believing it was real.


So, talked with a friend lately about labels and my hate for them, and today I was looking over poetry I liked and I realized or rerealized or remembered or whathaveyou that explaining things sort of ruins them. I mean, if I tell you what a poem or some lyrics mean, its not nearly as much fun as discovering it on your own. Labels are the same way. Instead of showing people how to make their own judgment, I rob them of it.

My first dream last night was about flying around 2 buildings/amusement parks in search of 2 different villains to defeat. One had a baseball theme, the other a water park. The only reason this seems significant is I haven't regularly dreamt of flying since I was a kid. Next dream was about getting some program that was a premade dnd adventure set in the warhammer universe and I wanted to play as a dark elf slayer who was a villain/didn't show up until later.
I woke up the first few times to the massive amount of text messages from people I talk to sometimes but not regularly. Next I woke up to a note I left for myself, which was my own fault. Last, I woke up to the sound of people outside, at which point I finally got up. I looked out my window and what did I see but strangers called my neighbors tossing a football around. I have never seen these people before in my life.This also means I have never seen who I assume was the father and his two boys spending time outside together. why does it take a holiday?

http://www.sellmydna.com/
http://www.abstinenceonly.com/

dream two nights ago:
I was at the Anytown Reunion and the room was separated by the big dividers instead of open. I was migrating from food to seating before being called to the stage to take Sean's place in the skit. Johora was there and dressed as a Native American in the sort of paper feathers that grade schoolers wear and was upset that I didn't know any of his lines. The fact people confused me at the reunion and thus that being amusing didn't occur to me until morning. I also realized upon waking that I have to talk to Masa about the program since we tend to try and squeeze in more than we have time for.

Last night I had a dream about stopping by some place that was designated Males 1 door and Females the other. The male one was empty, but when I went to the female one it was filled with about 10 young men and women playing some game. It was a single player game where the main character entered a ghost high school and found different clothes to dress like different people in the school in order to interact with the ghosts as that person, solving mysteries why they were there and saving them one by one. After watching for a while I made a character. I feel that the intimate details of the game aren't important.

I don't know what it is, but having issues getting ahold of/communicating with people lately. Most don't answer, some don't respond. On occasion I'm misinterpreted.

I hate all the meet people ads that say the same generic thing. Looking for a good man, love to laugh, and great sense of humor. I enjoy tv, eating, and going to movies. Gee, sounds like everyone! Maybe most people on them are just dull and dont know what they want.

I tried posting from my phone before but took long enough it logged me off and ate my post. This might not be a good idea afterall. Santa judges kids, thus he is unchristian.

This dream was really odd, and long, and I don't remember the first part, but I'll try.

It started with me being somewhere and every time I lay down and shut my eyes, I was somewhere else. The first place I vaguely recall as being a the shopping mall of the first dream where I knew the lady who had owned this corner shop with lots of old child's toys and was packing them all into boxes. The second dream transitioned into me being aboard a boat at harbor where I was surrounded by people I worked with at a counseling center in Vegas over the summer. I kept arguing with them about how this was just a dream and the other dream was real because of the odd transition where a wall appeared where a hallway had been in the previous dream, and they explained they needed my help direly. I pointed out the uneven floor, to which they explained it was a boat, and then I said there was no ocean in Vegas, and they implanted a memory that they were relocating and never told me where, which was just believable enough. They asked me where, and on a map of a wide island made of two ovals I pointed to the east side, to which they affirmed. One of them (the lady with the shop in the previous dream) asked if I ever wrote the email they had asked me to, and I said they never gave me anything to write. They checked my email and said that the assignment was there and it concerned the western portion of the island we were on. Apparently there was a multicolored monster in the jungle and I had to stop it. I explained that monster hunters are very rare, the Catholic Church might be interested, but most likely only the country's military would want to really stop it. It was Friday and I had to get word to them by Saturday, so I decided to go there myself. I colored myself different colors and set out to that part of the island with my mom where I caught her up. After an unsuccessful trek through the jungle we went back to the hotel (mom was replaced by my dad and becky) where one of my teeth growing in was coming into another tooth (and it was a gapped tooth spot), the tooth beside it was cracked open and hollow insides were filled with gunk. The hotel's dentist took 3 of my teeth out and gave me a plastic covering, which I wasn't worried about since this was a dream afterall. At this point the military showed up and went hunting for the beast, to which I concluded we had come to help this poor little island nation with their monster problem and they had everything under control without us.
Final dream I worked at a newspaper as a writer and was struggling with what to write about, and alongside me worked my cousin Jessica who was a much better worker than me. I decided to write finally on my monster-hunting expedition over the weekend (where now apparently my boss was the one who'd gone with me), brought that to the round table and the place was somehow turned into a bizzare science steampunk school where two students were put into containers and if we could light the air coming from a small tube on it, that meant something. Apparently I also had a computer with a camera on it with a keystroke would change the background to whatever the camera displayed, to which some kid tried to get my in trouble for not having my shirt on in the computer. We took a field trip around the block to see artistic drawing of the monster, who looked more like a japanese cartoon robot. My favorite turned into a chair with holes in the back (for the robot's pipes or something) that had a footrest on one side and tv attached on the other. The unique thing is it was made of this foamy material, red and green with the green being a shadow of the red like 3D goggles, only the green was a twisted version, like the tv was a toothed horse-monsterish face instead. After that we did some foam 3d puzzle thing and maureen was there, and I woke up.

I had a dream about making a video game where the main character was essentially a duskblade with aoe spells and an endurance bar fighting an imperial nation whose leaders were of the arcane class. Doesnt sound nearly as original now that I think about it. Another original aspect is that the people were either thumb-sized or mice.

I had a dream that featured a time travel reincarnation machine. A girl went somewhere, learned a great deal about some people, wrote it down, and then a year later a shorter boy showed up who secretly knew all that information.

I had what struck me as an odd dream last night. In the dream I had arranged 3 thin beds together to make a megabed, and i was sitting in it when a friend I used to be attracted to stumbled in drunk wanting to sleep with me, and another friend I am somewhat attracted to was already there. I talked her out of it since she has a boyfriend now, and then we all took a nap together. When I woke up I was in bed with two other women I used to think were attractive, and we made a spoon sammich with me in the middle, and then we went to sleep, and I woke up again and I was in bed with 3 girls I dont even know.

I made a startling connection today. I read a list a long time ago of common characteristics of console rpg heroes. They tend to be young males with long spikey hair, dubious parentage, not do well scholastically but have intelligent friends, and start their adventures by sleeping in and being latefor something. I have long, spikey hair, was raised by my mother, don't like school, have very intelligent friends, and sleep in a lot. I think I've found my calling - I should become a hero. The only thing missing is I actually tend to arrive on time for things or not at all, and I'm a little old to be the main hero, but I can probably pull off the a weathered veteran.


Heres some of the links for my inspiration. I couldn't find the one about RPG heroes, or find an article about a police officer in London being saved by a mysterious man with a katana.
http://www.oddee.com/item_87762.aspx
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troy_Hurtubise

I had a dream where I was an antihero who was hired by the resistance of the previous government andhad fought his way to the heart of the citadel of the madman who ruled the world and ended up making a deal where I took his favored succubus and a slice of power to rulealongside him. My reasoning was that the previous government had created enough environmental problems with their 'progress' that they had sentenced more to die than his reign of terror, and I had greater faith in living under his reign than on a doomed world.