Mental Storm Redux

30 09 2007

This afternoon I found myself in one of my trance dreamstates, where I can wake from dreams only to be unable to wake up, usually some pressure in my head, and I usually fall back asleep into another dream.

 what is this storm of so many dreams stringed together like? Well Let me tell you the ones I remember and see how you take it.

I was a bad dude unspecific, as in I’m not sure exactly what I was only that i was bad. I was in a house with many people and i was making them go insane one at a time. The others of course would’nt believe the one I targeted, and after awhile i did something terrible to that person? Was I invisible?

Night time, a really cool halloween celebration. It was like fire works and exploding flaming pumpkins that turned black with yellow flames when set afire.

My apache warriors went on a warpath and how exactly did we beat the old world armies anyways? I must be a tactical genius.

The more I think about the more I am certain there was a silent techno flow in the in between periods of my dreams……

World formation? wth

Last one in  concious thought, I played a support role for a friend who apparently had some weird enemy that could of been a creation or a side or something? But anyways this thing somehow ended the world by messing up the timeflow so I had to make friend aware of this. Friend manages to go back in time and stop thing and then he has to fix the time flow, leaveing me and him the only two who ever remembered anything was wrong in the first place.

 After classes  I should have something more philosophical, but dreams were important before I forget like i usually do lulzzzzzzor


Valentine’s Day: My Birthday Is The Day Of Love?

15 02 2007

Personally let me just say I wonder everytime this year how many people killed themself on V-day or B-day if you will. It seems exactly half as many good endings as bad ones occur on this day. It’s rather funny actually the number or relationships ended on this day of the year, the day appointed for love and some Catholic who got his head chopped off. Have any of you seen that little naked bastard on wings holding the tiny bow? I need to rip his spine out……..ow my butt.

Anyways, take my Spanish class for example. At close to the end of the day they call out the names of the folk who have been given a V-day gift. Roughly half the class was called. (luckily I already got sumtin from my secret admirer, love ya) One boy got a break up sent via text message. One guy hung his head down the whole time. the rest pretty much stare off into space.

The dumbest thing to me were all the girls going “boo hoo im single no V-day gifts for me wah”. And then they get them anyway o godesses of teenage heat. Bleh this holiday is retarded. At least I did get some awesome B-day gifts today.

 Well heres your “I’m not really trying too hard today” blog post. Enjoy while I laugh my ass off to the screams of terror from my slaves.