Hi Someone

I have trouble waking up at any time of day, it seems. Any time I want to wake at 2 it gets postponed to 4, regardless of AM or PM, it seems. Even the alarm going off every ten minutes isnt enough motivation to get me out of bed.

I had a bad dream this night, where a major demon (a Baal of some sort) tried summoning a large, furry, indeterminate shape to try and suffocate me with its weight. I swear I could feel the weight of the damn thing in RL on my right shoulder, but that may have been me sleeping in some odd position >>;.

So, last weekend was pretty cool, I got to hang out with Elvin and Richard. Friday, I went to Richard’s house in the afternoon, while he was having a family party. I got confused for a girl by one of his uncles, if I remember correctly. We watched V for Vendetta there, as well as some crazy Ocarina of Time speedrun. His copy of HD Wall-E finished as well, and I got to witness for the first time a movie lagging. I have to thank Richard again for letting me stay there so late, as I did not anticipate Elvin coming so late to pick me up. Elvin picked me up along with Ellison and Angel, and we went to In-n-Out and ate and talked. It’s been a while since I’ve gone out for not school reasons with people.

Saturday, we went out again, to SF. Elvin had to leave early though, so essentially, we went to SF to eat Carl’s Jr. I’ve never eaten there before, but it’s not bad. After eating, we went to the Borders in the mall, and left pretty quickly. After getting home, relatives got over for dinner, and I headed to bed early, because I was tired, and I didn’t want to deal with relatives >>;.

Oral presentation later today for English, I really hope I don’t fuck it up.

Listening to: Bitter:Sweet-Take 2 Blue.

there is no kill like overkill

It Was Pretty Vivid

So the first part of my dream was like playing Four Swords Adventures, except with Phantom Hourglass graphics…and me as a Link. So the other two Links were being douches (don’t know where the fourth one went) so they told me to go into the dungeon and they’d wait outside. Douches. So the mission was to find these eight…fluffy things? I don’t remember, they were supposed to be friendly though. Then I had to help them resolve a conflict between then because they couldn’t easily divide what they had among them…it was odd. The dungeon was filled with red pots, so I broke all of them while looking for them. Then I got knocked out cold for some reason (maybe because I may have semi-woken up at that point?), right at realizing that I was supposed to hit a switch for the furry things to pop up. So yeah…

After I got back up I was in some really fancy, triangular shaped building with a lot of glass walls. With me were (out of nowhere) Roger and Josh. And for some reason, we were trapped in the building, and someone had taken all the stuff out of my pockets-money, wallet, pens, nail clippers, etc. And we were trapped in the building-it was big, but apparently a prison. It was an odd prison though…the floor we were on seemed like the dining area for a corporate headquarters, filled with a lot of suits and expensive places to buy food. And I looked outside the building…and outside were those nice houses that line the hilly streets of San Francisco. And then there were these large, slimy snakes with heads that looked like Flamers from Kirby games except their bodies were made of goo, and they appeared in a variety of bright colors. And in the distance, a large, towering, green cyclops was headed for the building, shooting out of its eye silver cannonballs the size of a human at the building. Josh was peering at the outside world rather nonchalantly when a cannonball broke the glass immediately to his right, but instead of losing his calm, he just kept his cool. And I said “well fuck, that was epic”. So while more cannonballs rained on the building, Roger apparently had the keys to the building in his pocket (yeah, I know, deus ex machina) so we rushed to the doors, opened them, and then yelled out to everyone “HEY WE GOT THE DOORS OPEN”. Most of the people didn’t even respond and went about normally. So we left, and the cyclops was getting closer, and I lamented at the fact that I didn’t have any bow and arrows to kill the cyclops with (attack its weak point for massive damage, duh). For some reason, either Josh had left and Michael Duncan had joined us, or he just transformed. I’m going to go with transform. Michael had a long, sharp metal splinter with him he thought he could throw at the cyclop’s eye to kill him. For some reason, a pair of tweezers appeared in my pockets, and it had a sharp tip…except the whole tip part was curved, like this. So, it’d be useless as a throwing weapon. This being a dream, Michael was able to throw the metal splinter with an underhand throw and have it fly straight, like an arrow in fiction…only to have it miss the cyclops by, oh, i dunno, a mile or something? It DID however hit a passing truck, and manage to lodge itself into the truck’s container. That was pretty epic as well…didn’t do crap to stop the cyclops from coming…so it did come, and apparently, it gets smaller the closer you get to it, so by the time it was a block a away, it was human sized. And looking more and more human rather than some green hulking monstrosity. I prepared to use the tweezers to shank its eye, when the cyclops took off the mask and said she was helping promote iPods. By the bye, all those snakes outside the building….they weren’t even there when we left the building >>;. So all the supernatural shit resolved, the three of us headed for Chinatown (so it IS San Francisco now…) for some reason. I still didn’t have my wallet or money with me, so while the others went into some candy store to browse, I waited.

Somehow, I then ended up in some place where a classmate of mine from Laney in a dream that I had earlier  that I don’t remember lived half the time, and he said he was packing because he was about go help some one move/build a house/something manly involving houses. Then I found the car that I usually drive for driving practice (ancient Camry) completely trashed up in a parking lot. It still ran though, but the steering wheel was very unrepsonsive, one of the dials was broken (I think it was the one that talked about if the car was overheating?), and the radio (a hell of a lot more advanced than the one in the car in RL) didn’t work, but one of the LED panels said “Gang Leader”, might have had something to do with his preset channels. Somehow, keys popped up, and I was able to start the car up. Then I immediately stopped it and jumped out of the car to check if was overheating, because for some reason, the dial read it was overheating. And THEN I remembered “OH yeah, right, it’s BROKEN.” So I drove recklessly back home (not like I could much help it, the steering wheel was rather fucked, and I was trying to hurry), without my permit or an adult in the car, and somehow, made it home in one piece without any cops after my ass. Then I remembered I didn’t have my wallet, and I needed to find some sort of weapon to raid the glass building to see if I could find my wallet again. But, I woke up at that moment, and so now I’ll never know where my wallet is.

In other news, I’m playing MOTHER 3, since the English translation patch came out. And if you’re not playing it…you should play it. Because it’s MOTHER. That is all.

Just Some Stuff

An odd dream, a dream of rows and rows of plush chairs in a sunlit auditorium for an assembly at Cal, except the place probably doesn’t exist in Cal, and the subject matter probably wasn’t very important. Otherwise I would have remembered it, right? People showed up that were from high school, but weren’t going to Cal, and I only knew their name and face. And then there was some family dinner thing…except none of the people I recognized at all. And there was some faceless girl that intrigued me for some reason, but I didn’t get her name, or her contact info, since…no idea why. It’s been a while since I had an interesting dream, yeah…

Some other woman in religion had a dream about having lesbian sex with a white woman, but had been straight all her life. Rather random…until a week or 2 later her daughter came out as a lesbian. In a relation with a white woman. Dreams are crazy…

Oh, and I tried wasabi powdered dried seaweed. I didn’t think it would be so bad, I’ve eaten some spicy foods before, right? Except it’s not only the tongue burning with wasabi, no, that part was just slight. Then some fiery shit comes right into my nostrils, and no, I am not enamored with wasabi.

Why aren’t dreams ever funny? Funny dreams would be nice. I wonder if I’d laugh if I had a funny dream? Or is it an impossibility?

Listening to: Coldplay-Square One.

fuck the dean

A Dream of My Hand

Fitting, that I come out of my summer hiatus with something about my dreams. I first begun blogging because of an interesting dream I wanted to remember…now I come back with two. I’ll talk about summer a bit later…

So, big part of the dream involved me and my diseased hand, which I forgot somehow got fucked up and began to rot and necrotise. But I had disregarded it in its early stages since I was trying to find this silver canister that had the third letter of a series of three letters to a hot teacher from a student of hers that I had somehow come across. So it was nearly too late when I went to the doctors…for some reason they were based in my room >>;. So, some lady doctor started moulding some gooey doughy substance around the hand, and then it all dripped off onto the ground…so she did it again, and it stayed put. She then put my hand into some container, put me to bed, and sent me off into an artificially induced coma so the hand would heal. During the coma, I got glimpses of what was happening about me, but I couldn’t do shit about it. My dad during that time said it was about time to cut my hair, seeing as I was out of commission and shit, but I tried screaming out “NO”, but the words didn’t come out of my mouth. He decided against it though, for some reason…until I woke up, and found myself a bald black person for some reason >>;. My hand was fixed though, if left a bit battered. I think this comes from watching too much House…>>;.

Then I had a second dream, or the transition was rather murky. I was wheelchair bound and getting out of the airport, and I had to get out through the metal detector. There was a special one for the handicapped, but it seemed more troublesome to get through, since there was a tripwire thingy right at the height of the wheels and and my head. I was also listening to music, and had the general stuff in my pockets like pens, coins, wallet, and cellphone, along with my bag. So I had to put all that shit down in some tub to run it through the xray machine, while I struggled along with pulling my wheelchair through the tripwired metal detector. Then I had to struggle back in for some reason, I think it was to pick up my stuff although that would be illogical >>;. Then I forget what happened…

I think I had a dream before those two, involving me running away from bad people inside a hotel with three sets of elevators. The top of the hotel had some BART-like trains, except it was confined to the hotel roof or something (still a pretty large circular track, I suppose), and I remember trying to get away by going down one elevator while the bad guys tried catching me on the roof by taking another elevator up. Don’t rememeber much beyond it…The hotel seemed familiar however, like I’ve had another dream in it. Especially the bit with the train on top of the roof.

Listening to: Nothing, but The Troggs-I Can’t Control Myself is somewhat stuck in my head >>:.

ball-peen

Lucid Dreams

I think I did it. I may have gotten into a lucid dream. Maybe, just maybe. Odd dream, it was, but I was in my bed in the dream, but for some reason I also had my sleeping bad covering me as well as my quilt. I get up, notice that there is a cabinet, which i don’t normally have in my room, in the place of my bookshelf, and it has a large red word on it, at a diagonal, like it was stamped on. I went up to it, but forget to read it. There, I check for reality-I hold my nose with my fingers and try to breath through my nose-it worked! So, I knew it was a dream, I think. But then I open that cabinet, and my dream-vision gets blurry, and I can’t remember after that.

So perhaps, I did make it into lucidity. Of course, I wasn’t able to use it, damn.

Controlling My Dreams

I’m going to aim for something new. Something stupid. That’s right, lucid dreaming here we come! >>;.

Listening to: Bt & Paul Van Dyk-Namistai.

overcompensation

This crap always ends badly

So I overslept and now it 7 in the morning, I wanted up at 12, but sleep kept dragging me down…I’m getting too tired these days. So I had one crazy dream involving driving, vampires, and the lack of a knife. So somehow I came into possession of a car, and I was driving it crappily, since apparently the gas pedal was very sensitive, so I only went really slow or too fast (inexperience at driving probably). Brake also seemed very unresponsive…and so I was driving on the highway (Shit Ave. was one of the exits, I think) then went off an offramp into some hilly residential area. Somehow, I ended in someone’s home while they were out, then they came back, and I had to sneak out. Unique house design, right before the door to the exit there’s a rather steep ramp leading up to the rooms…and I jacked the kid’s inflatable sword and axe, which looked a bit less inflatable at first glance ><. Then somehow there were vampires that could turn others into vampires simply by a bite anywhere, and there were 7 vampires, though 1 was sick and left behind in a dumpster, and the other six took pieces of the moon somehow, like removing a blotch from what see could see of the full moon. Then humans came with knifes to try and kill the vampires by cutting their throat (in terms of traditional lore, we’re idiots). I didn’t have a knife, for some reason, and then the dude next to me gets vampirised by a rather portly >>;. lady after she falls down and he tries to go after her neck, but gets bitten by her in the hand while searching it out >>;. He goes after me, and then I actually am able to convince him that I was already bitten (maybe I was) and then for some reason my right side is itch when apparently I had a large cut in the side…and then I woke up scratching my side >>;.

I think Tsukihime’s been resurfacing in my dreams >>;.

Listening to: Kids Return. Some piano and violin piece Richard sent. It’s kind of in my head right now >>;.

fukken saved, i has it nao

One of Many

I have a headache. ;_;

Nothing of note has happened recently that I want to talk about…Didn’t get any work done the night prior, that was bad, so I have to work hard tonight on Catch 22 and biology. Senioritis is hitting me hard, my English grade has gone down the drain and I can’t stand the class…today’s essay will once more kill me even more.

I had an odd dream today…involving bottles. So I’m up as usual at night, working, and a shadow of a car seems to be racing through my backyard out of the fence and into the corridor to the front of the house. I just blamed it on my vision…until it was dawn and there was actually a VW Bug (or similar) parked outside the large metal shed in the back. Some big, white, fat, bearded guy was taking the bottles out of the can of bottles that I have in back. Naturally, I wanted to stop him, since it was our bottles he was taking…so I went out and up to him, and then all becomes a blur…until I’m in my kitchen fighting some skinny beige-shade person with my biology book in a dispute about bottles. And failing miserably at harming him.

There was a noted lack of bottles in the recycling today though, it seemed…

Listening to: Hiroki Kikuta-New Day, from the Soukaigi OST.

denial of nothingness

Crazy…

That’s me! I spent last night sleeping in intervals of 20 minutes or so…alarm kept on waking me 20 minutes later, I kept on pushing it back 20 more minutes >>;. I wanted to wake at 10, but I suppose I was just too lazy. I had some really crazy dreams though…one with a dead baby. Except this one isn’t a joke, some guys kidnapped a baby, held it for ransom, then cut the baby’s arms, legs, etc. off. Then for some reason I was presented with pictures of the cut off bits…or was it the real thing in the dream? Disturbing though…going out of my mind! ><

The other dream had Kuruc in it, for some reason staying at my house. ¯\(o_°)/¯. Then he went out to terrorise some of the kids, and I hit behind my sofa to peer out the window to watch. But he saw my hair stick out and came back with a scowl…then left me alone as he went over to push down some makeshift house made of plywood that was being inhabited by Michael. >>;. It was a very interesting night in dream land….as well as a very unproductive one in the real world ><.

Listening to: the pillows-The Pleasure Song.

[12:37] “As far as I’m concerned, war always means failure” – Jacques Chirac, President of France
[12:37] As far as France is concerned he’s right.
(BTC, 247) ^_^

I swear, I wasn’t drunk at all

Today, I woke, in my bed, at around 6 in the morning, underneath my covers, wearing my jacket, without any recollection of how I ended up there. Tad disturbing there…

I dreamed about what I talked about a bit earlier in chat prior to losing memory of wtf happened to me: dreaming about being in an RPG. Well, like it, at least, immersive experience and all, involved Richard and I trying to get out of some complex with bad guys in it >>;. The place was rather familiar though, I felt as if I had dreamed it before, same exit and such. We got caught again though…really weird dream, and I think it ended poorly, because I didn’t feel all too great when I woke up from the ending >>;. Perhaps one day I can return there properly outfitted to clear out the place, aka having large guns/swords/combination of the two/other deadly weapons.
School is talking about changing block schedule or something? Eh, I like the block schedule, besides the little hurdle we have to jump for our college applications >>;. While AP Calculus AB I didn’t take it, I took it during the summer, I was able to get the stuff into my head (yes, the stuff I forgot now, but with a bit of practice I could remember the stuff), so year long is a bit too much for the class.

Listening to: The Outlaws-Green Grass and High Tides.

[19:38 39] z3ru11: ellison’s 5′8″ sword came >.>;
[19:38 49] z3ru11: that’s about three inches shy of my height
[19:39 04] GTEW234: or is it 3 inches shy of your length?
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