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Dream last night… Ray, (someone I’ve not heard from in years) , was working at a Walgreen’s.. selling some sort of temperature and orientation based paint… You could put it on anything, and the color would tell you what direction the item is pointed in. He was mad, because they made him put it on his forehead and had to do handstands every time a customer asked him. (There was a sign, that commanded…”Ask me to stand on my head”) For some reason, we came to the conclusion that it’d have been better to put it on paper airplanes, but his manager put the kibosh on that. I think if the real Ray had been there, we’d have come up with a better idea.

Cool little people! They’re all pretty neato. I’m not sure if I could pick a favorite.

from sjg-

Unless you have $40,000 to throw around, you won’t be picking up one of Actuality’s new no-goggles-required domed 3D displays. Not this year, at least. But isn’t it neat?
This is not a hologram; it’s a rotating screen that tricks the eye. That rushing sound you hear is the future getting closer.

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slept pretty well last… dreamt of my sweetheart and I together. soft rains, and Newtie-cuddles all night. I didn’t do walkies, I’m going to test the mettle of route 55 to get me where I’m going today. I did walk a bit last night… about 16 blocks to the 7-11… I picked up a jug o’ gatorade and evaluated the “emergency junk food” areas… no bad.. I can get good bread there, anyhow. I’ll investigate the region more during business hours… apperently, even in fort lauderdale, businesses roll up the carpets on sunday after 10pm.

DSL should be on tonight… at last, internet at decent speeds and a free phone line!

note to self, catch up with a few people on my reading list re: abuse, lj-abuse, ghosts, working at disney-florida and birthdays.

off to work… newtcam will be on.. keep an eye on my baby, dear journal!

dreams.

Boynton Beach LibraryI dreamt last night that I was working at the library again (or not working, as the case was… goofing off with the old pages) and I saw a lot of the old team there. I wonder what Jane, Charlotte and Pam are all up to these days.

Those were some amazingly fun times. the only downside of that job was the politics involved… There were quite a few little hens there, too. Aside from that, I had a great time. Get paid to reshelve books, and show people where certain things were. Even cataloging wasn’t bad a little bit at a time. I love to see the old books people would donate. You’d invariably find something in a box to make you cringe or laugh. (like a slice of pizza for a bookmark, or old WWII porn…Tijuana bibles.)

Every other Thursday, they’d bring folks from the local mental care ward in to visit… Mr Hanna was a favorite. A stereotypical paranoid, he would laugh at inappropriate times, and spout some of the most weird commentary about stuff I’d ever seen. Very entertaining to a 17 year old boy.

painted desert, halloween, and spiderman.

One year ago tonight, I was sharing thoughts with my beloved of the painted desert… These days, I have a split desire. one side of me wishes to keep her with me, all to myself, and just orbit off into bliss with her. The other half wants to take her around with my hippie buddies, especially Cathi, Dave and Leisa, where we can just goof around and have a big group good time. I want to carve a gourd with all my sweetie and other pals… I don’t know if I’m going to have a pumpkin head on my stoop this year or not. If this cold keeps up, I may just blow off trick or treating again this year.

This coming Sunday, I have to take my bro to Mom’s for her birthday (it’s actually on Nov 1). Got her a nice hibiscus plant, and a gushy card… but I really don’t want to spend much time there. I can be nice and diplomatic for a bit, but I would just as soon keep it to 3 hours or less.

Remembering my first spook house as a little boy… I was probably five or six, and we went to one held at a hospital (I think was… I was little, remember).

I wasn’t afraid of the bloody doctor, or the witch with the cauldron… but a guy in a Spiderman costume grabbed my little brother, and ran off with him… I *freaked*. I went after him, and punched him as hard as my little kid-fists would let me. (not too hard, I guess.) My mother and grandma pried me off of him, but I would have no more of that place… I was pissed, and afraid. Later, I got mad because someone used Spidey’s costume in vain! (Still like ol’ Peter Parker, after all these years.)

I think that’s my first memory of an adrenaline rush.

Taking a time-out from folding laundry.

I had wicked dreams last night. terrible ones.

I don’t really remember them very well… but it was borderline on a night terror. I woke up in the middle of it last night, choking and coughing because the CPAP stopped sending me air properly as I slept (the nose filled with cold yuck, barring any air passage) so I woke up, gasping like a fish on land. One good inhale led to a huge coughing fit. I know my body was covered in sweat, my heart rate was high, and my mind had that sort of “lizard-brain” panic that only pops up when you fear for your life. The closest thing I would guess at would be like an anxiety attack, but I don’t know if the severity was the same.

What I do recall is that for some reason, I was all alone again, back where I was maybe a decade ago, only it was current day. No sweetheart, no Newton, nobody that I could really call a friend. It was a miserable existence back then, but something in the dream made it horrific. Probably because I’ve become so attached to the people I care about. I don’t know if being alone was a result of something I’d done, or just the way the world worked…. I know the dream was prematurely stopped. It’s just as well. I don’t like to dwell on losing loved ones.

The feeling of panic and sadness hit me hard, and it took a span of lighting some champa, stroking Newt, and about 20 minutes of calming down to really recover.

I blame being sick. I’ve not had a spook like this in quite a long while… I hope not to have one again anytime soon, if at all.

dreams of my sweetheart and I, sex, and giant ants in the old west

Giant Ants!dream keywords
my sweetheart
friendly giant ants
old west
purple kimono
mule skins
angry townsfolk
wedding
cave-warmth, blanket sharing
tattered clothes/ perfect comfort

just fragments.. not sure how/if they go together.

All about Giant Ants (the scary, human-non-friendly kind): Us and Them!

And, if you want some scientific perspective on the movie, check out what Stephen Jay Gould has to say about the physical impossibility of Them!

dreams, the bus.

I dreamt last night that my sweetie was writing a “ransom note” to a co-worker in alpha-bits, and she had me sort the letters out in a fresh box while preparing the text for the note.

No glue or anything on the letters, just arranged on his desk, warning him that doom was soon to befall him… and I think it was implied that he was to eat the note after reading it. I’m not sure… it was a little hazy on that point.

I wonder how the plan of coming revenge on the ‘mad knocker’ is coming along?

memory of transit

Dream last night, fragment.

I was back, living at home, and my folks were together… I must’ve been about 14, I guess. It was late, and I was up for some reason, and I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye… I looked to investigate, and saw a tripwire made out to dental floss… I followed the string to a bomb… a ridiculously large blasting cap attached to a 2 or 3 lb bit of c4… crazy amounts of explosive…I think that’s enough to level a city block or something. My dad’s signature was on the clay…I looked up and saw him high-tailing it from the room. My mom was sleeping in the other room, unaware of the whole situation… I woke up my brother, and her… we left the house and it collapsed shortly thereafter.. weird booby traps were all over the neighborhood, pits filled with spikes and trees hiding spring-loaded scything blades…. I recall escaping into the jungle, but I don’t know where my mom and brother went… it didn’t occur to me to note them missing at the time.

Ended up at the beach, my beach, not the one by the old house.

That’s all I remember.

I dreamed of the Amazon…

The AmazonI dreamed last night of going on photo safari with my sweetheart along assorted ancient trails and some canoeing. (is it still a safari, if you’re in south America, and not Africa? an expedition and a vacation away from the city, regardless.) More exploratory than adventurous, we seemed to hike on an on, smiling and enjoying the getaway of it all. I distinctly remember wearing my camping gear..hiking boots instead of my usual birks, a backpack and ball-cap. (I don’t recall the rest of the outfit, but it was comfortable.) She was wearing dark greens and had her hair up, in comfy mode, yet still amazingly beautiful.

So much lush green, a footpath… I think we were going to see some ruins too, but I don’t think we made it there, too busy watching all the animals and nature…it’s funny, but I distinctly remember seeing guinea pigs in the jungle. That can’t be right. little *meep meep* guys hanging out with crocodiles and strange native tribesmen… somehow it doesn’t jibe. I wonder what small furry critter is at the bottom of the mammal food chain there? Rats? Other seeming non-sequiturs were turtles and piranha in the river living together… maybe that’s true, or perhaps my dream-mind assumed they wouldn’t like his tough shell. either way, on the canoe trip a lovely green box turtle was swimming alongside us.

I had a freaky dream last night, involving the reanimated and rotting corpses of old movie stars… they were quite large… maybe 2 or 3 stories… small to godzilla, but frighteningly huge to me. (or maybe I was just little kid size? hard to say… the perspective was not something I was paying close attention to.)

I distinctly remember Anthony Quinn and Cesar Romero duking it out, as well as a huge number of other long-dead folk, too. Anes Moorhead and John Wayne… and I knew ( despite a lack of dialogue) that they all wanted to eat the house I was living in. I remember having to get a few things and take off, lest they consume me in their horrible, necrotic jaws, as well as the house. I vividly recall grabbing things of importance like newt and my laptop, and pulling out the top drawer of my dresser to take my goodies. (love letters, misc keepsakes).

I wish that I’d remembered my Zombie knowledge that I have while awake…there’s a big container of salt in the kitchen… I think that would’ve helped to fend them off.

I believe is right… his mention of voo doo to my word of the day a couple of entries back may very well have set off that random crackling of neurons.

oh, and the perils of cloning