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OK, so yesterday, I went to Lowe's hardware store for a couple of things for a venting system I am building. 
I swear the entire thing was directed by David Lynch and I just didn't know where the cameras are.

I went in, found what I was looking for and made my way up to the front.
I still get some odd looks in the new area I live in, but you know, whatever.

Made it to the checkout and got in line.
The cashier was a really awesome little lady who might remind one of The Man From Another Place (Twin peaks).
Only she was smaller, and twisted and gnarled like a beautiful tree. 
She works the register there a lot and I have seen her several times before.

She was ringing up an old hippie couple who were clad head to toe in faded denim and american flag print + red, white and blue accessories.  They were having this truly bizarre in depth conversation about venus fly traps, and how exactly the flies were killed and dissolved.

This went on for a VERY AWKWARDLY LONG TIME.  And the conversation was like they were truly talking of the most mystic, ancient and serious concepts in All Of Creation.

Around that time, another dude came and opened the next register and said he could help me there.
He was like a strange deep south accent gay cowboy.
So it was getting more surreal by the moment.

It took him about 3 minutes to log into the register because he just kept doing it over and over.
THEN, he got involved in the venus fly trap conversation!  And he started making phone calls about it!

So I am just sort of standing there, thrilled to my marrow about how delightfully bizarre all this is, and finally the dude hangs up the phone and proudly and loudly announces that "STEVE WILL BE HERE IN A FEW MINUTES AND HE IS BRINGING A VENUS FLY TRAP!"

I didn't know it I should laugh or weep at this point.

He finally got me all checked out and i paid for my 6x6x6 vent splitter (I shit you not) and left with a huge grin on my face.























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      Not even sure what time it was last night, but I woke myself up because I was speaking out loud in my sleep.
Not exactly sure what I was talking about, because I was speaking Irish. 

I remembered the phonetic basics of what I was saying and looked some things up this morning, and depending on spelling and variations considering that I WAS asleep, I've come up with several possibilities.

I know that I spoke 3 words, I'm just not sure exactly which variation...

The basic forms were the word "sin" (which could be 'sín', which is a totally different word, and pronounced differently too, but that was the first one, and I was mostly asleep, so I'm not sure what I said), the word "amach" and the final word "anseo"

I can break those down since they're probably nonsense to most of you.

sin = adj. 'that' 

sín = verb. "stretch" / "hold out" (as in to hold out your hand)

amach = adv. "forth" / "aloud" | adj. "outward" / "utter, sheer"

anseo = adv. "here"


"amach anseo" usualy means like... "over a period of time" or "in the long run"

"sín amach" is more of a transitive verb in the 'stretch / hold out' variety, can almost be like an 'endure' and seems to have an implication of time, rather than (or in addition to) physically holding something out (as a matter of fact, if you put an 'as' in front [as sín amach] it means like... "from a set time onward" or like "from then on" or "thereafter", yanno?)

The whole thing stuck together could imply like basically a "wait for it" or even a "don't give up".  Possibly a 'hold out for the future' 

I dunno how to say KAYTHANX in Irish, but I do wonder exactly what I was dreaming, and what sort of coded message I was trying to send to myself.

I guess I had better not be giving up, and had better keep looking to the future though!
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   So, I woke up this morning, as usual, got ready for work, as usual, headed to the garage and got in the car as usual.  Opened the garage door and started to back out when I noticed a looming shadow.

I leave for work before the sun comes up, so it's always dark, but this was somehow darker.  I immediately stop and take a hard WTF out the garage door.

Ain't it grand?  Some amazing wonder douche parked their Giant Chevy Pickup Truck RIGHT AGAINST MY GARAGE DOOR.  Very successfully sealing me in.  I was slack jaw astounded.  After defusing all of my initial rage fueled impulses on how to solve the problem, I called the management company number, even thought they were closed.  

Eventually an answering service picked up and I relayed the problem to the creature on the other end of the line.  A few minutes later, it called me back and stated that she had informed "mumbled, garbled croaking sound".  A suspicious "Excuse me?" earned the pleasure of listening to the strange sound again.  I somewhat doubtfully said "Err... Thank you?" and the call was ended.

I sat wondering for a moment, if the creature was summoning it's hideous otherworldly master from beyond the dimensions of time!  Perhaps Tsathoggua or some Spawn of Cthulhu (I was fairly sure it was not Shub Niggurath or Yog-Sothoth, because it wasn't the right sort of croak).

I crept down stairs to the garage and waited on the bumper of my car, with my garage door half open.
Before too long had passed, a guy who looked like an off duty police officer came along.  He was wearing a WilCo Sheriff long tee, a pair of baggy pants and sandals.  Sort of an odd combination, but I reckoned he was off duty, and probably lives on the property as a sort of 'go to' guy for these sorts of things.  He inspected the vehicle, and told me that it did not belong to anyone who lives here, so he could not go and wake anyone up to move it.

Consequently, he called a tow truck, then departed.  I waited for a good while for the truck, he finally arrived (really nice guy, too) and had the vehicle removed within a couple of minutes flat.

I was an hour and a half late to work.  Hopefully I wont get in trouble for it.  I am never late though, so maybe that will factor in.

Seriously though, who in the hell just parks up in front of some random strangers garage?  That is such a total jerkface thing to do that I don't even have words for it!

What if my wife had been having a baby, and I had to get her to the hospital?!  What if my kid fell down and broke his arm?  What if... you know, I was going to WORK in the morning like regular decent folk?!  That jerk had no way of knowing that I'm some scumbag with no wife or kids.  Little did they know that I DO have a job, however!

Man, I truly hope it costs them an arm and a leg to get it back, and I hope that they were even later than me!  I assume they were there visiting someone in the complex or something, so they probably had a ride where they needed to be, unlike me.  It probably wasn't even an inconvenience for the assholes.

I took pictures documenting the entire thing, step by step.  I will do something with them when I get home.

There's my dose of adventure for the day.

chicanery

Aug. 3rd, 2010 01:18 pm
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I did some serious cleaning yesterday and last night.  I'm proud of it.  Got a lot done.  I have some more to do tonight, but I think I'll get everything I wanted to finish all taken care of.

I can't help but wonder how amazingly boring I have become to be sitting here typing about what chores I got accomplished.  Seriously, I should be ashamed.

Sometimes it's just so tiring to channel all the energy it takes to write one of those though.  I can't maintain that for an unlimited amount of time with out burning out for a while.  Not without the right fuel.  Don't feel fueled lately.  Even when things are falling apart and I feel miserable (it got pretty bad recently with some stuff I was dealing with) I just don't feel too angry about it.  Just more like... 'whatever'.  I mean all the other stuff is there as it "should" be, but the rage part feels like a basset hound instead of a timber wolf.

Strange I guess.

Maybe that's part of why I haven't really been updating every day like I'm supposed to.  Some cross between that, and what I mentioned recently about feeling like it's all been said before.  It's a combination that leads to a 'meh' sort of attitude with it all.

   Fires and floods
I guess it's all cyclic
        Psy Clique
         Sigh Click
  cyclic cyclic cyclic

And it's not to say I couldn't fake it. 
I'm sure I could snatch it up and take it. 
Pour it out, slightly shaken and make it. 
But it's pointless and I'm honest so I forsake it.

I'm not here to give you stories.
I'm here to give you pictures.

Sometimes the picture is a simple and plain still-life.
But even that, reminds us that there is still life.





In the past week (or two) I have seen two (or is it three? ) separate girls who at first glance looked enough like you that it made my stomach knot and my gut feel sick and heavy.  For all that, I couldn't look away until I made surely sure.  And even then...







This blog was brought to you by the Oddfellows Local, the colour '3' and the word 'prestidigitation'.


chicanery

Aug. 3rd, 2010 01:18 pm
poisonedgrace: (lain)
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I did some serious cleaning yesterday and last night.  I'm proud of it.  Got a lot done.  I have some more to do tonight, but I think I'll get everything I wanted to finish all taken care of.

I can't help but wonder how amazingly boring I have become to be sitting here typing about what chores I got accomplished.  Seriously, I should be ashamed.

Sometimes it's just so tiring to channel all the energy it takes to write one of those though.  I can't maintain that for an unlimited amount of time with out burning out for a while.  Not without the right fuel.  Don't feel fueled lately.  Even when things are falling apart and I feel miserable (it got pretty bad recently with some stuff I was dealing with) I just don't feel too angry about it.  Just more like... 'whatever'.  I mean all the other stuff is there as it "should" be, but the rage part feels like a basset hound instead of a timber wolf.

Strange I guess.

Maybe that's part of why I haven't really been updating every day like I'm supposed to.  Some cross between that, and what I mentioned recently about feeling like it's all been said before.  It's a combination that leads to a 'meh' sort of attitude with it all.

   Fires and floods
I guess it's all cyclic
        Psy Clique
         Sigh Click
  cyclic cyclic cyclic

And it's not to say I couldn't fake it. 
I'm sure I could snatch it up and take it. 
Pour it out, slightly shaken and make it. 
But it's pointless and I'm honest so I forsake it.

I'm not here to give you stories.
I'm here to give you pictures.

Sometimes the picture is a simple and plain still-life.
But even that, reminds us that there is still life.





In the past week (or two) I have seen two (or is it three? ) separate girls who at first glance looked enough like you that it made my stomach knot and my gut feel sick and heavy.  For all that, I couldn't look away until I made surely sure.  And even then...







This blog was brought to you by the Oddfellows Local, the colour '3' and the word 'prestidigitation'.


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Had a dream last night, must have been immediately upon falling asleep, that a good friend was missing.  Like kidnapped missing.  This is one that I actually considered a bad dream.  Apparently she had been kidnapped a while back, and I just hadn't known.  Stupid modern communication being what it is, and living a few states apart, how was I to know?  The really sad thing is, that if something really happened, I wouldn't know, much like in the dream.  Same thing here, many of you guys would have no clue what happened to me if something did.  It'd just be like "Weird, ol' loudmouth Gracie hasn't been blabbin' it up for a while now, that's odd."

Anyhow, I found out because I ran into some random news story that didn't even mention names, it was just talking about how "the search was still on, blah blah."  I went somehow to look into it, and ended up speaking with a friend of hers who was more in the know that I was (because of geography).  The entire story was fishy, because all the info was wrong.  There had been a note discouvered at her place about how she had gone across the country to San Francisco to look for her son.  But she has never had any kids, and wouldn't just randomly take off like that.  If she'd ever admit it or not, she might be as much (or even more of) a shut-in than myself :P

Me and this 'friend of' whom I met got to discussing it all, and decided to take action.  We were forming a search party to comb some wilderness areas and stuff.  There was a mounting sense of horror and dread this entire time
, and it eventually woke me up in a panic.

I lay, worrying and unable to mesh reality in my mind for a bit, then I texted her, because I had to do something.  When I woke up this morning, I had a reply that she was safely snuggling with her cat :)  Although I'm not sure how 'safe' anyone could be with that wild beast about ;) <3
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This morning before I woke up for real, I dreamed that my mom was driving a weird car around inside a grocery store.  She drove it outside when she was done, and drove it around the parking lot.  I was out there on "an assignment" following some people around.  She drove up next to me, and the car was like a really ghetto low rider with hydraulics and stuff.  She lowered it all the way down to the dround, and then below the ground, and it became the chalk outline of a car and she was sitting on the pavement.

I sat beside her, inside the chalk outline where the passenger seat would be, and the car raised back up above the ground and we were driving in it.  It had all sorts of switched and levers, and I think it was steam powered somehow.  I was complaining at her because she had started smoking abain.  She informed me that she had also picked up the habit of "licking her food".  To demonstrate, the pulled out a cheeseburger from a large paper pail, licked it, and then threw it out the window.  Next, she did the same thing with a piece of chicken.

She gave me a ride to my place, which was a crumbling pile of bricks with one brick missing near the ground.  I laid down and wriggled inside the missing brick area, and then down into a very narrow drain pipe.  I went down until I hit a grate, and then pusted it out and kept going down, having to bust a grate out every so often.  This went on for a long time until I finally had a huge pile if busted grates and pipes inside the tube / tunnel with me.

Eventually I got to the bottom and busted the last one out.

(I totally blame [livejournal.com profile] aesthetik_dekay for this next part, BTW)
I was looking down into a huge cavern, that had all my stuff in it, only it had flooded with water in some areas.  Part of it was supposed to be water, but it was way way too high and up into the living area and getting on my stuff.  I went down, and waded around.  There was a kitchen area to the left, and it wasn't flooded.  There was a woman in there, and I know she lived with me, but I dunno who she was.  I was speaking to her from "off screen".  She said "He's been missing you all day, go play with him."  I said "But the water is too high, I will be eaten!"

Then, right from behind my waterlogged couch, a killer whale burst up.  He was kinda small, compared to how big some of them are I guess, but he was bigger than me, and my wet couch, put together.  He was demanding my attention like a hyper puppy, and I went to sort of pet him and stuff.  He had 3 eyes on each side and was generally pretty scary.  He was trying to tell me something, and I was just about to understand when I woke up because he was just TOO scary. 


I did not consider this one a bad dream or even a scary dream at all.  That one was awesome.  I woke up and said aloud "What, NO OWLS?!"  Then I went back to sleep.

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QOTD:

_______ "so... the next question would be... what project can we start working on next and how many more of our names can we get up on imdb?  drew - start writing a script. mark - start getting your biceps ready for camera arm. everyone else - practice ordering pizza and breakfast tacos!"


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Had a dream last night, must have been immediately upon falling asleep, that a good friend was missing.  Like kidnapped missing.  This is one that I actually considered a bad dream.  Apparently she had been kidnapped a while back, and I just hadn't known.  Stupid modern communication being what it is, and living a few states apart, how was I to know?  The really sad thing is, that if something really happened, I wouldn't know, much like in the dream.  Same thing here, many of you guys would have no clue what happened to me if something did.  It'd just be like "Weird, ol' loudmouth Gracie hasn't been blabbin' it up for a while now, that's odd."

Anyhow, I found out because I ran into some random news story that didn't even mention names, it was just talking about how "the search was still on, blah blah."  I went somehow to look into it, and ended up speaking with a friend of hers who was more in the know that I was (because of geography).  The entire story was fishy, because all the info was wrong.  There had been a note discouvered at her place about how she had gone across the country to San Francisco to look for her son.  But she has never had any kids, and wouldn't just randomly take off like that.  If she'd ever admit it or not, she might be as much (or even more of) a shut-in than myself :P

Me and this 'friend of' whom I met got to discussing it all, and decided to take action.  We were forming a search party to comb some wilderness areas and stuff.  There was a mounting sense of horror and dread this entire time
, and it eventually woke me up in a panic.

I lay, worrying and unable to mesh reality in my mind for a bit, then I texted her, because I had to do something.  When I woke up this morning, I had a reply that she was safely snuggling with her cat :)  Although I'm not sure how 'safe' anyone could be with that wild beast about ;) <3
___

This morning before I woke up for real, I dreamed that my mom was driving a weird car around inside a grocery store.  She drove it outside when she was done, and drove it around the parking lot.  I was out there on "an assignment" following some people around.  She drove up next to me, and the car was like a really ghetto low rider with hydraulics and stuff.  She lowered it all the way down to the dround, and then below the ground, and it became the chalk outline of a car and she was sitting on the pavement.

I sat beside her, inside the chalk outline where the passenger seat would be, and the car raised back up above the ground and we were driving in it.  It had all sorts of switched and levers, and I think it was steam powered somehow.  I was complaining at her because she had started smoking abain.  She informed me that she had also picked up the habit of "licking her food".  To demonstrate, the pulled out a cheeseburger from a large paper pail, licked it, and then threw it out the window.  Next, she did the same thing with a piece of chicken.

She gave me a ride to my place, which was a crumbling pile of bricks with one brick missing near the ground.  I laid down and wriggled inside the missing brick area, and then down into a very narrow drain pipe.  I went down until I hit a grate, and then pusted it out and kept going down, having to bust a grate out every so often.  This went on for a long time until I finally had a huge pile if busted grates and pipes inside the tube / tunnel with me.

Eventually I got to the bottom and busted the last one out.

(I totally blame [livejournal.com profile] aesthetik_dekay for this next part, BTW)
I was looking down into a huge cavern, that had all my stuff in it, only it had flooded with water in some areas.  Part of it was supposed to be water, but it was way way too high and up into the living area and getting on my stuff.  I went down, and waded around.  There was a kitchen area to the left, and it wasn't flooded.  There was a woman in there, and I know she lived with me, but I dunno who she was.  I was speaking to her from "off screen".  She said "He's been missing you all day, go play with him."  I said "But the water is too high, I will be eaten!"

Then, right from behind my waterlogged couch, a killer whale burst up.  He was kinda small, compared to how big some of them are I guess, but he was bigger than me, and my wet couch, put together.  He was demanding my attention like a hyper puppy, and I went to sort of pet him and stuff.  He had 3 eyes on each side and was generally pretty scary.  He was trying to tell me something, and I was just about to understand when I woke up because he was just TOO scary. 


I did not consider this one a bad dream or even a scary dream at all.  That one was awesome.  I woke up and said aloud "What, NO OWLS?!"  Then I went back to sleep.

___

QOTD:

_______ "so... the next question would be... what project can we start working on next and how many more of our names can we get up on imdb?  drew - start writing a script. mark - start getting your biceps ready for camera arm. everyone else - practice ordering pizza and breakfast tacos!"


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Last night I dreamed of a place I used to live long ago, only it was the dreamworld version of it, as everything always is in dreams. 
It was cascading sheets of endless rain.  There was a barn where there is none.  It was filled with activity.  My ex-gfs little brother was in there.  Weird for him to be in my dream.  I probably only ever spoke to him once or twice, you know, since I was the big dirty secret and all.
He was using some sort of weird computer, but I'm not entirely certain what for.  I think he was online, pretending to be me while he talked to people, but it didn't seem like a big deal.

I went from there back toward the house, and there were a couple of giant semi trucks in the yard.  There were painting supplies and stuff near them, and I remembered that I had re-painted one of for the purpose of disguising it, and I needed to paint it back the way it was, but I couldn't because of the rain.

I went in the house and had a conversation with a friend (not sure who it was, but it seems like maybe it was Jenny) about how badly we needed to get the trucks re-painted.  I was responsible for one, and she was responsible for the other.  I was worried about mine, because I needed to reproduce a sort of complicated logo with some large background letter or number (or two) in yellow, with some animal mascot face over it, and then a circle of words surrounding it.  It was also needing to be painted about 6 feet high or something.  Daunting, at best.



The next dream had me out on the ocean.  I think I had some sort of small boat or platform or... something.  I seemed to be alright with that though.  I was inspecting all sorts of marine life.  I'm not even sure that it was an Earth Ocean, because everything there was way crazier than even the crazy earth ocean animals are.  All sorts of really weirdly shaped fish and things.  There was one thing that looked exactly like a cross between a T-Rex head and a beaver.

As insane as that is, I will try to explain.  Imagine a T-Rex head... just the head (lol don't they all say that?!) with small furry feet at the bottom. front feet towards the end of the jaw and...
you know what?  Fuck it, I'm going to make you one in MS Paint!  BRB

(mini-update, 10 mins later: Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to find a good pic of a T-Rex with its mouth SHUT?  You'd think these bastards are incapable of shutting their damnable jaws!)

(mini-update 5 more mins after that: OK, I'm pretty sure that Dinosaurs went extinct because they walked around ALL the time with their mouths WIDE open as far as they could open them, like non-stop 24/7.  WTF, Dinos?!)

(mini-update about an hour later: Alright, fear my MS Paint skills!)

T-Bev

I even drew the water in there so you can see that he was swimming.  Amazing, right?
Anyhow, back to the blue -

...small furry feet toward the front end of the jaw, and back feet towards the back end with a beaver tail coming out of the back of the head.  He had some like... extra fur around the entire jawline and possibly on the bottom of him as well.  But I didn't try to draw that.

This thing was just paddling around in the ocean.  Beavers get a lot bigger than most people realize, but this was more in line with the real T-Rex size.  He was probably about 5 feet long, not counting the tail, and a full 3 feet wide, or maybe even 4. He was almost as wide as he was long.  IDK if it should be called a B-Rex or a T-Bev.  I'm not sure if it was a sort of animal disguise trick (you know, like the caterpillars who disguise to look like snakes, etc?) or what.  Maybe that's just the sort of creature he was.

I was documenting all these different weird animals with a video camera.  I made it to 'shore', which was more like the mouth of a weird icy cave.  I'm not even sure how I got there, honestly.  I filmed some weird ass things coming up out of the water onto the land.  Weird walking fish sort of things and weird mammal looking creatures and strange reptiles.  All sorts of goofy shit I guess.

At one point I was following this... thing around.  I don't even know how to explain him.  He was sort of like a giant snow white centipede with bright purple accents, only he wasn't really shaped like that...  He was more like a string of horse-shoe crabs linked together like sausages with sort of weird long tarantula legs.  He even had a few fins here and there.  Sometimes on the top of a 'crab section' like a shark, and sometimes he'd have a couple on his sides, like... a dolphin tail.   Or something.  And NO, I am NOT going to try to draw him too, he would be a nightmare to even attempt. 

Whenever I would get too close to him, he'd sort of curl up like a whip and lash out all over, and things sort of like lasers would shoot out of him.  They'd kind of arc through the air the way a ball tossed gently underhand would, and wherever they hit the ground, they made a bright purple dome of light that would swell up and explode.  I suppose he was a pretty tough animal.

There was some sort of other thing that I can't recall as well, but it was like... an animal thing, with a lot of other little animal things either riding on top of it, or inside it somehow?  It would stop and 'deploy' them, and they'd scurry around all helter-skelter gathering up all sorts of things (for food I presume) and then bring them back to the 'mother ship' with them.  They'd climb back on (or in?) and re-attacth themselves or WTF ever hey did, and the host animal would be off again.

As I was filming this, all these very strange small mammalian type animals showed up.  They were shaped sort of like pangolins but they were furry not scaly.  They were also super fast.  Fast like lightening.  They could run and jump almost more swiftly than you could see.  They seemed very smart and also friendly.  They also appeared to be trying to lead me somewhere.  I followed them, and went to sort of an opening in the ice cave.

This is where I found a young boy, and a giant walrus.
The bulk of the dream was actually about these 2 guys.
The Walrus had somehow raised the boy from very young.  Sort of like a Mowgli situation I suppose.  The boy was about 7 or 8 I guess.  He was living in a sort of igloo thing that they showed me (the walrus was very smart, almost like a person in many ways).  Then they showed me that they had a safe sort of igloo house deep ad the bottom of the sea.  We dove down there through the freezing water, and it was warm and comfy inside.

I was documenting them with my camera, and then suddenly (I think I woke up for a moment at this point) the scene cut to MANY years later.  The boy was grown, and he and the walrus (who was much more like a man now, giant, bipedal and wearing overalls) were working at a store.  They had been working there for 15 years, and saving their money.  The walrus was rather... mentally slow (he reminded me of Karl from Slingblade) but he was very kind.

The Walrus was super old, and knew that he didn't have much time left to live.  He had been saving all his paychecks for the past 15 years to give to the boy when he passed away.  He was excited to see me, and was showing me his insane pile of cash.  He was just keeping it in a sort of washtub right there in the store, under a couple of newspapers. 

I was trying to tell him that he needed to put it into a safe because someone might try to take it.  He didn't really understand the concept of stealing, but he was agreeable.  When we went to move it, there was a woman who was in the store and she was smelling all over, like a dog tracking something.  We noticed that she was slowly homing in on the money.  We went to stop her, but while we were distracted, another woman came behind us and stole the money. 

The walrus was distraught, and I promised to track her down and get the money back, because somehow, I knew of her and her ways.
She was some sort of weird ...I dunno what to use to describe her, even.  Sort of a sinister hippie underground circus performer actress spy acrobat assassin undercover sneaky person.  She lived in a weird commune place that was sort of like a sprawling maze of theatre back-stage areas.  Very antique and confusing.  I searched through narrow corridors, looking for clues and questioning all these strange performer types who were doing all sorts of very odd activities. 

I questioned people in dressing rooms.  I questioned jugglers.  I questioned people in a weird sprawling labyrinth of a group shower sort of thing.  I passed through secret doors and questioned people in waiting rooms.  I don't remember what sort of clues I was finding, and 
I woke up before I could see how it turned out.



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Last night I dreamed of a place I used to live long ago, only it was the dreamworld version of it, as everything always is in dreams. 
It was cascading sheets of endless rain.  There was a barn where there is none.  It was filled with activity.  My ex-gfs little brother was in there.  Weird for him to be in my dream.  I probably only ever spoke to him once or twice, you know, since I was the big dirty secret and all.
He was using some sort of weird computer, but I'm not entirely certain what for.  I think he was online, pretending to be me while he talked to people, but it didn't seem like a big deal.

I went from there back toward the house, and there were a couple of giant semi trucks in the yard.  There were painting supplies and stuff near them, and I remembered that I had re-painted one of for the purpose of disguising it, and I needed to paint it back the way it was, but I couldn't because of the rain.

I went in the house and had a conversation with a friend (not sure who it was, but it seems like maybe it was Jenny) about how badly we needed to get the trucks re-painted.  I was responsible for one, and she was responsible for the other.  I was worried about mine, because I needed to reproduce a sort of complicated logo with some large background letter or number (or two) in yellow, with some animal mascot face over it, and then a circle of words surrounding it.  It was also needing to be painted about 6 feet high or something.  Daunting, at best.



The next dream had me out on the ocean.  I think I had some sort of small boat or platform or... something.  I seemed to be alright with that though.  I was inspecting all sorts of marine life.  I'm not even sure that it was an Earth Ocean, because everything there was way crazier than even the crazy earth ocean animals are.  All sorts of really weirdly shaped fish and things.  There was one thing that looked exactly like a cross between a T-Rex head and a beaver.

As insane as that is, I will try to explain.  Imagine a T-Rex head... just the head (lol don't they all say that?!) with small furry feet at the bottom. front feet towards the end of the jaw and...
you know what?  Fuck it, I'm going to make you one in MS Paint!  BRB

(mini-update, 10 mins later: Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to find a good pic of a T-Rex with its mouth SHUT?  You'd think these bastards are incapable of shutting their damnable jaws!)

(mini-update 5 more mins after that: OK, I'm pretty sure that Dinosaurs went extinct because they walked around ALL the time with their mouths WIDE open as far as they could open them, like non-stop 24/7.  WTF, Dinos?!)

(mini-update about an hour later: Alright, fear my MS Paint skills!)

T-Bev

I even drew the water in there so you can see that he was swimming.  Amazing, right?
Anyhow, back to the blue -

...small furry feet toward the front end of the jaw, and back feet towards the back end with a beaver tail coming out of the back of the head.  He had some like... extra fur around the entire jawline and possibly on the bottom of him as well.  But I didn't try to draw that.

This thing was just paddling around in the ocean.  Beavers get a lot bigger than most people realize, but this was more in line with the real T-Rex size.  He was probably about 5 feet long, not counting the tail, and a full 3 feet wide, or maybe even 4. He was almost as wide as he was long.  IDK if it should be called a B-Rex or a T-Bev.  I'm not sure if it was a sort of animal disguise trick (you know, like the caterpillars who disguise to look like snakes, etc?) or what.  Maybe that's just the sort of creature he was.

I was documenting all these different weird animals with a video camera.  I made it to 'shore', which was more like the mouth of a weird icy cave.  I'm not even sure how I got there, honestly.  I filmed some weird ass things coming up out of the water onto the land.  Weird walking fish sort of things and weird mammal looking creatures and strange reptiles.  All sorts of goofy shit I guess.

At one point I was following this... thing around.  I don't even know how to explain him.  He was sort of like a giant snow white centipede with bright purple accents, only he wasn't really shaped like that...  He was more like a string of horse-shoe crabs linked together like sausages with sort of weird long tarantula legs.  He even had a few fins here and there.  Sometimes on the top of a 'crab section' like a shark, and sometimes he'd have a couple on his sides, like... a dolphin tail.   Or something.  And NO, I am NOT going to try to draw him too, he would be a nightmare to even attempt. 

Whenever I would get too close to him, he'd sort of curl up like a whip and lash out all over, and things sort of like lasers would shoot out of him.  They'd kind of arc through the air the way a ball tossed gently underhand would, and wherever they hit the ground, they made a bright purple dome of light that would swell up and explode.  I suppose he was a pretty tough animal.

There was some sort of other thing that I can't recall as well, but it was like... an animal thing, with a lot of other little animal things either riding on top of it, or inside it somehow?  It would stop and 'deploy' them, and they'd scurry around all helter-skelter gathering up all sorts of things (for food I presume) and then bring them back to the 'mother ship' with them.  They'd climb back on (or in?) and re-attacth themselves or WTF ever hey did, and the host animal would be off again.

As I was filming this, all these very strange small mammalian type animals showed up.  They were shaped sort of like pangolins but they were furry not scaly.  They were also super fast.  Fast like lightening.  They could run and jump almost more swiftly than you could see.  They seemed very smart and also friendly.  They also appeared to be trying to lead me somewhere.  I followed them, and went to sort of an opening in the ice cave.

This is where I found a young boy, and a giant walrus.
The bulk of the dream was actually about these 2 guys.
The Walrus had somehow raised the boy from very young.  Sort of like a Mowgli situation I suppose.  The boy was about 7 or 8 I guess.  He was living in a sort of igloo thing that they showed me (the walrus was very smart, almost like a person in many ways).  Then they showed me that they had a safe sort of igloo house deep ad the bottom of the sea.  We dove down there through the freezing water, and it was warm and comfy inside.

I was documenting them with my camera, and then suddenly (I think I woke up for a moment at this point) the scene cut to MANY years later.  The boy was grown, and he and the walrus (who was much more like a man now, giant, bipedal and wearing overalls) were working at a store.  They had been working there for 15 years, and saving their money.  The walrus was rather... mentally slow (he reminded me of Karl from Slingblade) but he was very kind.

The Walrus was super old, and knew that he didn't have much time left to live.  He had been saving all his paychecks for the past 15 years to give to the boy when he passed away.  He was excited to see me, and was showing me his insane pile of cash.  He was just keeping it in a sort of washtub right there in the store, under a couple of newspapers. 

I was trying to tell him that he needed to put it into a safe because someone might try to take it.  He didn't really understand the concept of stealing, but he was agreeable.  When we went to move it, there was a woman who was in the store and she was smelling all over, like a dog tracking something.  We noticed that she was slowly homing in on the money.  We went to stop her, but while we were distracted, another woman came behind us and stole the money. 

The walrus was distraught, and I promised to track her down and get the money back, because somehow, I knew of her and her ways.
She was some sort of weird ...I dunno what to use to describe her, even.  Sort of a sinister hippie underground circus performer actress spy acrobat assassin undercover sneaky person.  She lived in a weird commune place that was sort of like a sprawling maze of theatre back-stage areas.  Very antique and confusing.  I searched through narrow corridors, looking for clues and questioning all these strange performer types who were doing all sorts of very odd activities. 

I questioned people in dressing rooms.  I questioned jugglers.  I questioned people in a weird sprawling labyrinth of a group shower sort of thing.  I passed through secret doors and questioned people in waiting rooms.  I don't remember what sort of clues I was finding, and 
I woke up before I could see how it turned out.



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