bitterdiva

It was only a dream

“Won’t it be dull when we rid ourselves of all these demons haunting us to keep us company? Won’t it be odd to be happy like we always thought we’re supposed to feel but never seem to be?” – War on Drugs, BNL

Last evening, in the comforts of another room, warm and safe, I dreamt. Surrealism infected the dream state and the extraordinary became ordinary, as if supernatural events are commonplace. In the majority of the dreams I had or remembered, an element of fantasy was ever present. Conspicuous was the dream that had no demons, spirits, llama patrols, gremlins, or Holy Nuclear Fire™.

The old apartment was rife with turbulent spiritual energy that manifested itself into Morpheus’ realm. There were early mornings when I would scream or sweat myself awake, and there were some when I was convinced that I was conversing with the other side. Much forgotten were those troublesome evenings until recently.

This past week, I witnessed the complete demise of the local and national governments with successfully obliterating cities through the use of the H-bomb. Hidden behind a shed, most likely made of lead, I watched the reflection of the event and thought how beautiful it was, followed by extreme sorrow and panic.

This morning’s nightmare involved several friends, Canada, raising a demon army, and performing an exorcism. I had traveled with two friends to Canada, a male and a female. The female was continuing a journey from there to the Midwest area and we were accompanying her through the first leg of her journey. We crashed at a B&B she often frequented, ate dinner in a country cabin dining room complete with fireplace and the male friend asking for a Coor’s light. This alone should have been key that it was merely a dream.

The next morning when we awoke, the female was going to drive my car away from the cabin. The car was parked in the back, facing a creek, which spontaneously erupted into a tsunami pulling my car into the now formed river by waves. I lost the female to the water, only my male friend and I survived. After trudging back to the cabin, I was crossing a room to warm up by the fire where my male friend was drying off, and there was a spirit of a little boy riding a tricycle around in circles flashing in several different places within seconds of appearing/disappearing.

I found the attitude of the owner to be peculiar when I relayed the traumatic event by the creek, she shrugged it off as if it was as common as changing underwear. Further into one of the rooms, I saw my friend standing there, soaking wet, I put my hand on her shoulder; she turned around to acknowledge my presence and her face was pale, with gray-blue lips and eyes. I realized at that moment she was dead. The owner began to say something, an incantation, she was in the process of raising a demon army. I successfully managed to raise my own and they battled, I finally won. The next process for me was freeing my friend from the gripes of the water demons that possessed her.

When all was said and done, tasks completed, we left the cabin. She was safely brought back to my plane of existence and able to continue her journey. I was to head back home via Ohio, which was the only indication of where in Canada I could be. When I started down the road back to civilization, I had to return to the cabin for something – what that was, was unknown, most likely to see the truth of the place – it was boarded up as if no one had been there within 10 years. The decrepit building had been condemned and the creek behind was dry as a bone. It was the owner that would never let any guests leave.

I can remember one of my nightmares from when I was six years old and sharing a bedroom with my sister. I was having difficulty sleeping, either from illness or nightmares, and my mother was sleeping in the same bed as myself to help ease me back into sleeping. I remember the room’s configuration, my bed was on the wall with the open closet and my sister’s was perpendicular to the adjoining wall. Between our beds was her dresser and on the opposite wall was my dresser. In the dream, a skeleton walked into the room, I was sitting up in the bed staring down at my sleeping mother, stuck its tongue out at me and continued to walk into the dresser and fade away.

1 prayer | 05:30 PM

abundant

I was contemplating the actual occurence of delivering five children only after delivering the first one. Some thoughts came to mind: That's six children; Great Buddha please don't plague me with six children; that woman is the same age as me; I think only J.K. Rowling could afford sextuplets.

Now, for a completely different thought

Roles have switched for the evening, the role usually played by Kris is being played by me. He's out with his friend and I have taken a mode of relaxation and imbibed his treats. I am sitting at his computer posting to my blog, I am listening to his music wearing his headphones. When I finish this sentence I am going to go out on the porch and have one of his cigarettes, wearing my socks.

And as I come back in from the outside, Mr. Poopoos jumps in the chair knowing I was going to place myself. Just like K, I get pick him up and place him on the floor. I can now understand his Zen masterness. I feel safe and secure.

2 prayers | 07:47 PM

... the balls off a brass monkey

I have a difficult time staying home from work, I a. feel like a loser, b. miss out on all the office fun, if there is any and I always think that the fun will happen without me. Then I seem to recall that I make some of the fun that occurs at the office. If I was given a Asst. Supt. administrator position, I would be the Asst. Supt. for Making Fun Happen.

Saturday, Kris and I braved the artic temperature and went to the mall and apparently everyone had a similar idea. Which we should have known because if you can't go outside for more than five minutes, but want to be out of your house, where would one go? The mall, precisely.

Here's where I register two complaints of sheer human idiocy. One, when the parking lot is completely white from salt, parking requires a bit more effort, but finding the parking lines to correctly park one's gas-guzzling vehicle is more important than creating a gauntlet for every other brainless driver, with the exception of myself. Parking isn't difficult, I found the lines easily, but one must remember that these are the same mentally defective capital region residents that cannot figure out the correct way to go up or down the one way lanes at x-gates.

My other complaint of the capital region consumers is that when it is hovering around 0 or below 0 without the windchill being factored in, stay home with your children instead of subjecting them to this weather. I think it's absolutely horrible that you bundle up the kids so you can buy that Ralph Lauren bed set that's only on sale today at Filenes. Then Mrs. Hoity-Toity sends poor Mr. Hoity-Toity to retrieve the car so she can remain with the child inside and wait for him to pull into the no parking zone and create even more of a pain in the ass for drivers on the right side.

If Carson from QE was at the mall, he would be ripping to shreds the one girl who was wearing a midriff shirt with her belly hanging out. Common decency and intelligence would have prevented the normal person from exposing their unflattering flesh to the bitter cold and to mall-adventurers.

If you need to get your haircut, going to the mall to do such on a bitterly freezing day is the perfect time - especially if you get it done first.

Other mall happenings? I bought the sweater I had wanted for a couple of months on sale for $20 and the most adorable hat ever in the likes of a froggie. I partook of a survey on a product I already used and got my two dollars. I also saw someone from the bowling league we were on in the summer and thanks to him, I now have the correct image of Prince Kheldar from the Eddings' series again.

Tracy, Kelly, and I saw Big Fish at the Spectrum on Sunday. I thought it was impressively done, but being that Burton was directing, I had no doubt. It's definitely more mainstream than what Burton usually does but it also includes carny freaks, including the lobster girl featured in an episode from Carnivale. I didn't realize that the girl featured in the story actually had no legs and hand malformation in the shape of lobster pinchers.

1 prayer | 08:37 AM

Prescription: Do something different

This evening was one of those that make you feel good about being up, trying something different, and venturing to new places. Mer, John, and I went to a different bar after Mahar's tonight and met up with Rick. It was such a nice change to leave one's comfort zone and venture into the realm of one of your friends. I have to say that staying up past midnight on a Friday night and hanging out with new people gave me that spark of excitement. Good people, a funky atmosphere and a good mix of music really capped off an evening with an inauspicious start.

When I first ventured home from work I had a migraine throbbing on the left side of my brain. Standing was painful, sitting was painful, and even lying on the couch was an annoyance. I contemplated staying home after drinking four consecutive pints of water and three advil. I perservered, however, believing in the almighty healing powers of beer and mild weather for upstate NY. Beer, nature's analgesic and social enabler!

3 prayers | 03:07 AM

Surprise, surprise, surprise

Last evening, I was in a frantic state of cleaning because I had thought that I lost disc 3 of Coraline. So I started cleaning, organizing, garbaging all the crap in my room. I'm a packrat when it comes to little things, perfume, toys, cds etc. My brother buys me the coolest little toys in the world. Most of them, if they're tiny enough, end up at my desk at work. Just added to said desk are Jack and Sally wind up toys from Nightmare Before Christmas.

During the ritualistic cleansing of useless objects from the bookshelf, I happened across a gift my sister gave to me eons ago. It was a first edition of the Nightmare Before Christmas book, which I guess she gave me in 1993. I was obsessed with this movie when I was in high school, I would go to Burger King and get the Nightmare digital watches, and it just amazes me that I never grow out of things. This year, if i haven't said it, was a Nightmare Before Christmas Christmas. I received the 10th Anniversary Special Edition movie, an awesome messenger bag, and buttons. Perhaps I should get a poster to hang up on the wall so that my walls are not soley a temple of Alan Rickman.

Today, I'm spending the majority of my work day, fixing a coworkers computer. I learned that Gator is now known at Claria; that people who download free screensavers from websites should be shot; and that the content.ie5 directory does not appear in \windows\temporary internet files\ directory. I deleted about 10K files of just internet build up equating to about 230M which is a nice chunk of storage given the hdd is about 5G.

No prayers | 01:01 PM