The Vampire Archive

Here is my annual update on all the Vampire related things I own.

I was cleaning my room so, what the heck!

Photos:

Bela Lugosi greeting Ms. Lucy from Dracula 1931

Bela Lugosi sucking the blood from Ms. Lucy from Dracula 1931

Christopher Lee and his victim from one of his many Dracula Hammer films.

Two little snip-shots of Bela from the Redford Theatre.

LaserDics: *Basically giant DVDs*

Son of Dracula, 1943 starring Lon Chaney Jr. *Not that great of a movie*

Special Edition Bram Stoker’s Dracula, 1992. Starring Gary Oldman. *I have not seen the film on this laserdisc and hope to keep it that way, in its pretty sleeve for collector’s value. Got it on a pile of Lasedisc dad got on Ebay about two or less years ago*

Vampire’s Kiss, 1988. Starring Nicolas Cage. *Haven’t seen it yet but I do wish to.*

Not Shown: Kiss of the Vampire, Hammer film. *An interesting movie, with alot of love for the score. The composer wrote the featured concerto JUST for this film!*

VHS:

Nosferatu 1979, English dub. *Not so good to have the dub*

Return of the Vampire, 1944 starring Bela Lugosi. *bought cheap from a fellow Bela-collector last year*

Vampire Hunter D, 1985 anime film. *got in a bundle of bad vampire films, lucky me!*

A Return to Salem’s Lot, 1987 sequel. *not seen yet, because I need to see the first film!*

Dracula 2000, starring Gerard Butler. *I secretly watched this two years ago, as it has an R rating. Okay, not too good film. Interesting Dracula concept*

Bram Stoker’s Dracula, 1992 starring Gary Oldman. *not my favorite but definitely an artsy, awesome movie. Perfect for those who love a Dracula/Mina romance, and Gary Oldman*

NOT PICTURED: Dusk Till Dawn, Ankle Biters, American Vampyre, Hollywood Vampire and Razor Blade Smile. *The last one is a horrible 1998 movie, but at the same time a bit interesting. Has some commentary on the 90′s Goths before 2000 hit big time with the pure invention of modern Emos and Twilight*

DVDs:

Vampire Hunter D, 2001. Anime movie. *This rocked my world in 2007!

*The Bela Lugosi Collection: *five films*Dracula, a collection of films including the original Nosferatu, The Vampire Bat, Messiah of Evil, Satanic Rites of Dracula * Christopher Lee hammer Dracula film*, Grave of the Vampire and The Thirsty Dead.

Count Dracula 1973 directed by Jess Franco. *poor movie, but Lee took initiative to finally do a proper Dracula film than the hash he was doing for Hammer*

Dracula 1979 starring Frank Langella. *Very lovely film, but not 1005 the best*

Dracula the BBC miniseries 1976 starring Louis Jourdan. *This is udnerappreciated! Its the closet to the book in EVERYTHING!*

Van Helsing 2004 starring Richard Roxburgh. *I had a huge crush on Roxula here, that’s what got me into vampires in the first place, the winter of 2006.*

The Complete Trinity Blood Boxset. *A very nice anime, especially the music. Sadly I’m sure it pales in comparison with the original novels, and definitly to the manga I’ve read!*

Books: *in no particular order. In * marks are notes on where I got it from and memories attached to it*

The Ultimate Dracula: Collection of short stories with stories by Anne Rice, Dan Simmons…1991 *Used bookstore in Chicago, 2007. Really nice chilling reads*

Lust for Blood: The Continuing Story of Vampires by Olga Hoyt 1984. *from a friend of the theatre. Scared the hell out of me with the account on Batharoy in school!*

Vampire: The Complete Guide to the World of the Undead by Manuela Dunn Mascetti 1992. *Used bookstore 2 years ago. Very ncie coffeetable book.*

The Vampyre by John Polidori, and the original idea’s fragment by Lord Byron. Dover publishing with two other early gothic novels, originally 1966 now plastic reprint. *This was also from the same bookstore in Ferndale, MI. I couldn’t pass up on reading the first Gothic novels!*

The Vampire: In Legend and Fact by Basil Cooper 1973. *This book basically from a time before the 90′s and right before the Anne Rice craze has ALOT of information on the Twilight-like craze associated with the show Dark Shadows. Very informative, a piece of history. From a friend of the theatre about last year.*

Vampires, Wine and Roses short story collection 1997. *I haven’t finished this yet, its a lovely book. From the Ferndale bookstore nearly two years ago.*

Blood Thirst: 100 Years of Vampire Fiction short story collection. Also introduction and edited by historian Leonard Wolf. 1997. *This is another good collection of fine pre-2000′s vampire stories. Chicago bookstore as well, 3 years ago.*

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer. *I read this before the hype, and I still didn’t like it. I thought it was a boring urban fantasy*

Fangoria Vampires: Collection of Interviews 1996. *Great historical content on Fangoria magazine interviews of vampire films late 80′s till mid 90′s. Includes insight on The Lost Boys, Innocent Blood, From Dusk till Dawn, The Two Vampire Orphans, etc.*

American Vampires. Fans, Victims, Practitioners by Norine Dresser. 1989. *The author talks about people who really think they are vampires and a bit about the vampire in the media. An updated version of Basil Cooper’s historical-modern accounts of vampire-media basically, but with more focus on the vamp-goths as they arose into the 90′s. Interesting but still a poor read. From the theatre friend as well last year.*

100 Vicious Little Vampire Stories collection of lesser-known-author’s vamp stories. 1995. *This was from Chicago 3 years ago. I read this at my grandparent’s house. Its a great nostalgic book for me, with that old yellowing musty old book smell. Tear in the top corner of the paper cover.*

A Dream of Dracula: In Search of the Living Dead by then-younger Dracula historian Leonard Wolf. 1972 first edition hardcover. *Some people are lucky to have this. I think this is an AMAZING book by the amazing renowned professor on his observations, like the ‘American Vampire’ book by Norine, of real vampire people and the vamps in media. However this is a time fresh from the 60′s! Its amazing to read and a treasure to have this book. I spent many a month, two years ago, looking at it in the Ferndale bookstore before finally getting it*

The Mammoth Book of Vampires New Edition of 2004. Edited by Stephen Jones. *Another large collection of standard and hidden, marvelous 90′s gems of short stories. Includes stuff from Clive Barker, Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman as well. Also from the Chicago bookstore 3 years ago.*

Dracula: Prince of Many Faces by Radu R. Florescu and Baymond T. McNally. 1989 paperback first edition.  *THIS IS A MUST HAVE for ALL DRACULA HISTORIANS. They have charted and talked of his life and times, the Real Vlad the Impaler. This was one of the first Dracula books I got beginning my craze early 2007.*

The Vampire Chronicles: Interview with the Vampire, The vampire Lestat and The Queen of the Damned in one large book, by Anne Rice. 1976, 1985, and 1988. Book edition 2003. *Anne Rice’s books have a peculiar lovely style and stories to tell that are good reads, however they are unique and have their own set of opinions. Many don’t like to read them, which is quite fine. I  infact got so bored and moved on I haven’t read the other Vampire books she’s written nor even the 4th in the series yet! But I will, some day.*

The Essential Dracula by Bram Stoker, annotated by Leonard Wolf. 1975, book edition 2004. *For those who want to delve deeper into the original novel, this is the annotated version with surprising wonderful notes on sentences, origins etc. for the Stoker-aholic. I recommend if ye be studying the novel deeper with the help of the wonderful Leonard. Got from the Science Fiction Book club last year*

The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. 2005, paperback. *This was a book recommended by my old-friend’s mother. Its world acclaimed and a good novel, and stems in the line of a deeper Vlad the Impaler-related mystery like the ‘Da Vinci Code’ with secret societies and such. Great novel, very intelligent.*

Salem’s Lot by Stephen King, 1975. This edition 1999. *Good Stephen-esque horror story, dealing with my favorite subject of ‘small towns of America being haunted by something’. But still, ‘IT’ is a way better ‘version’ of this. I haven’t read much King yet. This was a birthday gift, from the Ferndale store, by my best friend Kitleigh. Read it over the Blue Lake music camp summer 2010*

The Vampire Archives: The Most Complete volume of Vampire Tales ever Published.2006. *This is a BIG PAPERBACK and I’m still reading it. It has classics from the 1800′s and beyond. Wonderful, the world needs a book like this to help collect things from our vampire history.*

The Bloody Red Baron by Kim Newman. 1995. *Great novel, Chicago bookstore 2007. Alternate take on World War 1, in a world ruled by vampires*

The Vampire: A Study by Montague Summers. Edition 1991, study unknown. *This book bored me *got it 3 years ago from the Ferndale bookstore* because its a detailed indepth giant thesis on every bit of ancient history of all culture’s of vampires! A certain good read of information for the in-depth vampireologist.*

Blood Groove by Alex Bledsoe. 2009. *This book I got recently from the Scifi club. Its a nice story but I didn’t like it, even if the Urban Fantasy is set in 1971, and even if it mentions a ‘YES’ song! However enjoy if you will if you like a modern-book on a time of vampires that was populated with Hammer films*

The Society Of S by Susan Hubbard. 2007. *This is an okay-story, got it almost 3 years ago from the Scifi club. The story of a girl who’s really a vampire, a very moody book. But the writing didn’t give the main character or her family much depth. I didn’t like the style, too empty. Reminded me of Bella.*

Bloodline and Bloodline: The Reckoning by Kate Cary -who also wrote the ‘Warriors’ series about cats- 2005 and 2007. *I got these 3 years ago as well, Chicago. These are far better sequels to the original novel than the official one that came out last year! FAR better, only problem it lacks Dracula. These are perfect sequels, written in the diary-style of the original. Read these instead of Ian Holt’s version*

Dracula The Un-Dead by Ian Holt and Dacre Stoker. 2009. *This is a very bad book. Poor writing and horrible movie-like plot. Even in the notes by Ian he WANTED this book to be written FIRST before they plan on a hollywood blockbuster of this ‘official’ sequel. A pity this story contradicts itself and does a double-insane-backflip and middle-fingering up the asses of Dracula lovers. I’m glad that the initial press has died and let the book go rot and wither. Its a sad waste of writing and my time*

The Tale of the Body Thief by Anne Rice. Hardcover 1992. *I haven’t read this yet: Got out of my Anne Rice phase too soon. Got this from The Dawn Treader bookshop, Ann Arbor, a few years ago. The fourth and sequel to ‘Queen of the Damned’. Book’s in very good condition! Except the plastic cover*

Dracula by Bram Stoker. Magnum Books Easy-Eye paperback, 1970. *This was my dad’s novel during college. Then I read it in early 2007. Now its falling apart. I will treasure this always, reading it in the car in Royal Oak in the February air…*

Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice. 1976. *This particular book was also from Chicago, and this small, 70′s puke-yellow covered book was the first I read of this classic revolutionary vampire story.*

Vittorio The Vampire by Anne Rice. 1999 hardcover. *This is another Anne Rice vampire story, I got this and the next selection from the Royal Oak Salvation Army two years ago, I think in spring or summer. I know my dad was there on that shopping trip, probably getting his dress shirts. Anyways have yet to read it, but definitely will when another Anne Rice phase comes up. Relatively good condition.*

Pandora by Anne Rice. 1998 *From the Salvation Army, also in good condition. Never read by me.*

The Vampire Companion: The Official Guide to Anne Rice’s ‘The Vampire Chronicles’1993 edition, large hardcover. *Mind you this was written before the previous two above! This was also dedicated to a lady named Aurelia, as it was her ‘Happy Birthday! Love, Mom’ October 14, 1993. I don’t remember where the hell I got this book. I don’t even really need it until I get into Anne Rice again.*

Vampire Hunter D books 1-10 by Hideyuki Kikuchi. From the 80′s, Borders Book’s editions 2006-present. *These are very great books of a vampire-post-apocalyptic future of horrible monsters and everything. Under appreciated novels to Western vampire scholars, as they sit collecting dust in the manga section unfairly next to ‘Vampire Kisses’ and ‘Vampire Knight’. These are wonderful book s that I’ve made my mission to buy them*expensive though* instead of renting from any library*

The Lord Baltimore, or the Steadfast Tin Soldier and the Vampire by Mike Mignola and Christopher Golden.  *Very good story and illustrations by Hellboy creator*

NOT PICTURED: Vampireology, the pop-up book.

Comics:

Vampire Hunter D Manga 1 and 2 adapted manga versions of the original novels, manga by Saiko Takaki. *These are okay mangas, the style is very nice but very Manga in execution of the themes. It lacks alot of the darkness and mello, gloomy themes and styles from the novel’s main original illustrator. But after all, this IS a manga, not some artsy graphic novel version of the first 2 novels.*

Assorted Vampire Princess Miyu comics 90′s, Iron Cat comics. *A random mix from ebay my dad got me 3 years ago. Very nice bits and pieces of the running comic-book-style manga series.*

The Tomb of Dracula issue 2 by Rodi, Tolagson, and Palmer. Marvel comics. 2005, monthly issue. *Got this last month at the Midnight Vault comic books store in Ann Arbor. It reminds me of the modern genre like ‘Blade’ and ‘Dracula 2000′ of modern action movies and plots, guns and cool weapons, with Dracula rising from the dead. However good points is that it appears the vampires have a god: Varnae. -sound familiar? Its from the vampire character Varney in the 1800′s French Penny Dreadful story. HOW AWESOME IS THAT-*

Vlad the Impaler: Dracula. Part 4, no. 10 1993. British, Dark Horse comics. *This is a very accurate-style Dracula comic on the rise of Dracula from the grave. Includes alot of historical references that, frankly, are really fact: the name of his second wife, his kids, Vlad the Monk….holy SH*T. Recently got for cheap at the Ann Arbor comic store from above as well.*

Batman: Vampire DC collection of three multiverse Batman comics. *Now this is a dang good comic series. Real dark and everything I wanted in a Batman comic, plus alot of gothic inquiry.*

Misc

Dracula 1931 clips on a 35 mm film reel.A little ‘Count Chocula’ picture from a cereal box two years ago.

Dream 6-9-10: The Master RETURNS

Dream 6-9-10

It has been awhile since I had dreamed of The Master from Doctor Who, most notably the John Simm version (of hottness). So I was pleasantly surprised to reignite old-lusts that came to light in my subconscious by having a very epic, long dream.

It began at my grandma’s house. She had some guests over and I think I talking to a half-real version of my DW-friend. One of the guests was none other than the Master himself, blonde in his black suit and tie! I proceeded to express my discomforting fear that I hoped he would not act like what he did in the old RP’s I used to do, aloud. He kept watching me, looking about wherever I went in the house. Finally I couldn’t take it and thought he wouldn’t be interested in me, which frankly was a good thing. I escaped through the sliding door while he was at the otherside of the house and started to flap my way over the fence and through grandma’s neighbor’s yard. Out I went to the streets, feeling better now that I was heading away and into the depths of her suburb, which had warped into a carnival town.

So there I was, all these buildings I was flapping and flying slowly above the concrete. Beyond was the rides, beyond the fence with clown pictures. I dared not to go there, so I turned around. I noted that I was glad he didn’t follow me. So there I was, flying, and I went past a farmer’s fruit stand. There was a guy who asked how much I thought those ‘squash’ which were in fact creamy-orange pumpkins were. I replied 8 dimes, so he gave me 12 and told me to help me get them. As we walked towards them *we were up the air at a distance looking down* I began to realize he wanted help shoplifting them! I passed the money back from my palm to him and left, going to my left.

To my left I went, passing the school secretaries as I went through a building. It was deja vu again, from a dream I had where I was in an art museum. I leapt over the gallery-inside balcony to the ground, giving an old lady a puzzled look as I went. I past a theatre where there was a show about to start, something Italian and puppet-like I went past the ticket takers and to the outside, I had gone round in a circle!

Now to my left was a bed where people were sleeping. A robot-thing was there resting its head on a dark-haired middle aged lady’s, while our school secretaries slept on a sofa. I entered into the robot’s dream point of view which was a blur of ‘this’ reality and theres, and apparently it was war-robot and then it started to peck and drill the dream-air. That dream ended when I went back to my body for the secretaries to wake up and find the robot’s nose was a drill and it killed the lady, blood and liquid brains out of her head. It was not fun.

So I flew away, away towards grandma’s house when I past a lake. unfortunately the Master DID have a reason to get at me, for there was a GIANT naked John Simm lounging on his side in the water in the exhibit ‘All About John Simm’, while fangirls spectator and watched. Behind him in distance was the real Master swimming naked in a sectioned-off pool where ‘John Simm Fucks You In Water’, and he wouldn’t let any of the drooling women into the pool. He intended it for me, a very undeserving young lady.

Loud speakers form a hot air balloon in the clear blue sky taunted and laughed at me. The giant naked Simm threw a cheese cracker at my thigh making me fall into THE POOL WITH JOHN SIMM. I began to flail and scream.

The End.

Dream 5-2-10: Being the Knave of Hearts

Dream 5-2-10

I haven’t done a dream journal in ages, and its not like nobody’s been avidly reading them. Time for a new entry, I guess

This time I was in and out of the POV of Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland character The Knave of Hearts, aka Ilosovic Stayne. Before you judge me, know that after a year suffering through the popular teenager-girl fandoms that have not interested me at all (Twilight, Naruto, Bleach, Vampire Kisses, House of Night, etc.) I finally got a franchise that I actually enjoy and squeal about immaturely like the fangirl that I’ve always wanted to be. My maturity on this cash-cow film has been thrown out the window.

So, the whole land of Underland was my grandma’s suburb. There I was, in the head of some GIjoe dude and the army watching and patrolling as our ever dashing tall villain Knave of Hearts was on his horse, parading around trying not to be suspicious. Then I saw the Knave go into our white minivan and turn into some sleezy cartoon version of himself. Out popped a life-size version of Berkely Beetle, a weasily character from Don Bluth’s Thumbelina that I saw as a kid. Don’t ask me why he was there, for then they were talking nonsense and the beetle-man disappeared.

I was then in the Knave’s point of view as that character. The suburb turned into our own street right when the Queen of Hearts appeared demanding the Jabberwocky be let loose. So, I headed out, leaving the GIJoes behind as I made my way down the street. In the movie its unclear where the dragon’s located, so frankly I had barely a clue where to go, so I went with the flow. Eventually on the way down the street I was on my horse again, and the police car following me stopped.

The end of the street was deja vu. From a previous dream *the cat one* the park beyond our dead-end fence was a giant secluded lake, but it was still being worked on. A half-finished giant pink vicious rabbit statue was in the middle of the water. Regardless of that the bank was flooded, and I knew something was living in the puddle. To the left was the brown house, this time with workers working on it. To the right right up next to the edge of the street was a row of small houses. The story was, there was a hardworking mother who lives there but she’s old and can only sleep or eat beans. Her children she didn’t raise hardworking and they left her there, lazy-asses as they were. What did that story in the dream have to do with anything? The fact the Knave who patrols these ‘lands’ knows his subjects?

In any case hte Queen and an entarouge arrived, and she said some magic words and wiggled her hands. The Jabberwocky appeared from the lake, to do havoc.

I then woke up, strangely at 6 in the morning and hour and a half before I would normally wake up.

The artist DracheaRannak is leaving.

The famous DeviantARTist DracheaRannak is leaving dA due to trolling, spam, and her messages to the dA staff unheard.

DracheaRannak is best known online as the Argentian artist who has created, in popular searches on google images the famous artworks of Sailor Moon versions of Disney princesses. He has contributed to other fandoms and even SM video game characters, started male Sailor Moon characters, contributed to the dA Sailor Moon circles, beautiful original artworks, manly pin-ups and people drawing fanart of his own lovely orange character.

He is an art teacher in Palermo, Buenos Ares, and it is presumed he is in his 20′s.

He shall be missed by a decent amount. He plans to leave and possibly set up art-shop somewhere else online.

Here are some of his artworks, before they are deleted from his gallery.

This particular work was the prize for the 'Sailor Sun' contest, won by my friend Hotaru-Sama666.

Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland: Not as bad as my local newspaper critics think.

Now I’m not one who obsessed over all the roles of Johnny Depp, nor am I into Tim Burton enough to tear apart his every style and action, but you old people reviewing Alice in Wonderland need to note something important and acknowledge a respect for this movie in this one fact: It was made for entertainment.

Its a cash-crop film, smothering Tim Burton in corperalization and the instance to make his adaption to appeal to the teenager audience.

This is a sequel, not an adaption of the original books. Why are you still yelling about how it isn’t non-canon anymore?

If Wonderland is a dream-dimension from Alice, and if this sequel  has Alice in an easily identifiable teenager-girl-role, then the Wonderland should properly age with her and have new characters-things that play the allegorical figures of her frustrations. This is the staple in 90% of similar stories and films. Look at Labyrinth, Mirror Mask, Wrinkle in Time, Chronicles of Narnia, Time Bandits, etc.! These stories are a similar genre, which is:

Protagonist has RL problems, goes on a hallugenic/magical/dream/alternate universe adventure where the characters are derived symbolic things of the problems. Solving the adventure there gives the character the lessons it needs so when back into reality character has learned its lesson/solves the problems with new understanding.

This is what this film and all the others are. Entertaining formulaic stories that work and turn into the marvelous adventures of crazy things and fantasy elements.

I also think picking on the details of a movie like this should be tastefully done if you point out that the movie IS entertainment. I enjoyed myself, I the teenager audience it was geared to. It certainly worked. I respect it as franchising material, had fun at the pretty colors, hot Depp and Ilosovic Stayne etc. It wasn’t as bad as you fogies in the newspapers think.

So what if it amuses the obsessives? Its not teaching bad life lessons at all. *unlike Twilight in comparison.* You think its harming your beloved Lewis Carrol’s legacy, but believe me re-inventing Alice in Wonderland isn’t a new thing, bubs. In fact every time someone does an adaption, no matter how close it is to the source it re-invents it.

To clarify, this does not mean you must like this film. It just means you must be aware of what it is, and griping about ‘the formula’ or ‘not another Depp movie, don’t see it’ or ‘Alice is a teen, don’t watch’ or, as as few persons pointed out ‘they only made the Jabberwocky talk so they could get Christopher Lee in there, how stupid a movie that is’. I’d rather want you people to argue more legitimate things to support your thesis on how crappy the movie is. Many of these reviewers miss the point of the film. Those that have gone off the deep end of legitimacy in their reviews skew the review to only a part of the public who hate and don’t enjoy the formula of this story. So why is it in the public newspapers providing nit-pick of how this film has mutilated and killed the preciousness of the original stories, when the majority audience reading is a generation younger that has lived for a few decades of AiW merchandise and reinvention and video games and art books and other things that mutilate the story just as ‘bad’? Its been going on and now you have another film to complain about stupidly.

I do not aim this at reviewers who legitmizedly write their opinions or miss important aspects. This is a rant geared to local reviewers in some of the newspapers and internet that miss the freaking point. 3 of them were over 50 years old in age!

Course, who am I to talk? I love bad music, write perverted fanfics to amuse myself and I watch these films for how hot the villains are. I’m certainly no professional on the matter of complaining about movies for the youth of this generation, though I believe I have a decent amount of experience being one of them.

On another note, I am not a Depp fangirl. I always viewed his roles as nice, quirky and plutonic. I didn’t need to view him sexy and attractive to appreciate his talant.

That is, till I saw the mad hatter, and boy, am I in love with this Depp role.

Something about last year when I connected with my transman friend has made me very open and ‘flowery’, I should say, about flamboyant, colorful, and the beauty of madness and the breakdown of gender-roles has skewed my tastes. Out of all his roles from a drunken pirate, sad Edward, teenager in a Freddy Krueger movie, an opium-addict detective, Don Jaun, disturbed candy-maker…no, I’m not attracted to them, I’m attracted to the mad schizophrenic integrity and devotion Depp’s Mad Hatter has. and the pretty colors. And that giggle. Giggle.

I like the Knave more though.

Dream 3-28-10: Froggy and Hugo the Clown

Dream 3-28-10

That night I had two dreams. Both vivid and definitely interesting.

The first dream was, well, I don’t remember much. I was in a large vintage warehouse. Whereupon I discovered another version of my one-of-a-kind toy Froggy! Surprised as I was it had the tags still attached. We then went inside a documentary about the creator, who looked like Wilkes Booth. Turns out Froggy was a stuffed-frog toy franchise that also had Froggy with a wife and two kids, all coming with yellow clothing in the 80′s…though the pictures and stuff weren’t…80′s…more like the squirrel puppet franchise my grandma has, from the 60′s. Soon the dream took a darker turn out in a warped version of our yard in small scale surrounded by dark red fence. There were these gothic boy twins and something about them possessing people…they were dressed, well, Victorian young-boy gothic. It made me think of that ASoUE movie.

I woke up after that, seeing it was 8:27. I decided I should sleep in longer, which I did. I began my dreaming with half-awake to final sleeping fantasies of The Knave of Hearts from Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland film I haven’t even SEEN yet.

I'd say its srs business if there's dreams of him.

Frankly, it became more complicated once I reached sleep. I had crawled from the room into a facility…namely a converted high school that was turned into some sort of brothel. I went into a room in the dim lighting to find people just, well, going at it. I got out of there quite quickly.

Unfortunately when I stepped out into the un-lit hallways, only the light from the cloudy day, there was a clown apocalypse! There were cartoon goofy short clowns running around throwing pies and honking horns. I ran past them, into the restricted section of the converted school. All dark I went up a flight of stairs…to find…

A children’s physic’s classroom. Little yellow kiddie seats in the dark, facing the chalkboard, to the left a little aisles of library books. At the end, was a small stage with heavy curtains and ominous gargoyle-like figures above, lit by floodlighting. Everying was quiet and still. Now usually in dreams for me there’s always sound and moving…but this time there wasn’t, not to mention I wasn’t out-of-body, I was in my own body, breathing and moving slowly towards the curtain where, for sure, something I actually HOPED would pop out to make the dream interesting.

The curtains pulled away revealing a large people of colored paper….through which the floating head of Hugo the Clown came out of to attack with maniacal laughter! A character I love drawing, so sinister, sexual and evil.

In fact, now to mention it, I made-up Hugo two years ago because he popped out of the wall of a children’s daycare center he massacred in a dream I had where it was dark and something to do with innocence…urk.

Onwards, his body materialized and I backed off whereupon, following me, he got his body back. He then was writing on a marker board the chemical equations as he pondered aloud in an indescribable voice how he was awakened. It involved the positioning of certain Physics instruments but, since I am his creator, I didn’t need to do that. He kept remarking that there was a connection he felt between us, which was true, because I am his creator even though he has more power over me. Which was made manifest when, upon realizing this, pinned me to the wall. Worse I was in-body for this so it felt like he really WAS holding me by the shoulders…

And worser, he was smirking devilishly, pressing against my body, smothering me. I don’t remember what he said, but soon, swooning, I grabbed my brother’s hand. Turns out my brother came up to find out what was going on.

Once Hugo left my personal bubble I left, knowing after figuring it out that I’m somewhat important I ran. I left the building, leaving the boss yelling from the school-like office room going ‘WHERE ARE YOU GOING?’ Me and my brother left into our house. Looking out of the window of my parents room upstairs, I saw he sent out a GIANT dog and a normal sized Cheshire cat to get me! I waited till they went around the other side of the house when I climbed to the roof and ran off, in the snow *somehow* to the woods. I knew that, apparently in this dream world, into the woods would yield to the hidden city deep inside. I was followed by two Labrador Retrievers working for Hugo to fetch me. Strangely they stayed back as I ran…only to find they led me into a trap, for the other side of the snowy path was the back of the school where Hugo was waiting. I was not happy about that.

The end.

Kris Kuksi

Kris Kuksi has a deviantart page that I watch. I didn’t really realize how famous he was. His works are complicated, magnificent with fine detailing, and quite beautiful. They provoke thoughts through the symbolic representations of chaos, political disorder and emotions through symbols and western mythology.

His works are in many private and public galleries, museums, and celebrity’s homes. Finally he now has a gallery book of most of his major works that will be available in September.

Take a gander online to find his works and pages. You will have no trouble.

Dream 3-3-10: Surviving a nuclear bomb.

Dream 3-3-10

Once upon a time, up north in the forest, there was I, a group of people, the Inglorious Basterds and Brad Pitt in his role.

However today was not a good day for this fellowship. Three nuclear bombs are scheduled to go off at three different locations. The third is the most powerful.

Therefore for the first one I ran down the road, away from the main place *the sandy pine forest by a lake on a slopping hill* and went to the shelter of a house. The bomb went off far away, so I was safe. Then I went back, something about my mother accompanying me…anyways that didn’t last long, and I went up the hill deep into the forest with the rest of the Basterds. There was a clearing with bombshelters all around, so I went into one which was a scoop-dome of dirt I pulled over, the lid good and tight.
I waited as the KABOOM was made, the bomb set off far away as the wind rushed around the shelter. I crawled out with the help of Brad Pitt. Now, to prepare for the third one.

We went around the trees, gathering up and making sure everything was okay when suddenly it was revealed the big bomb was to be RIGHT IN THE CLEARING.

Right away we ran to our previous shelters, holding tight….and then it hit. It hit so hard I was in panic if it could get through my lid-shelter. I huddled in there with only water provisions and some food. I stayed there for days…weeks….I was tired, sore, enduring the massacre of wind and radition that turned trees and dirt into orangish poisonous sludge and sand. I had to check outside occasionally by peeking out, risking radiation to damage my eyes. I felt suffering and fear very strongly in this dream. I waited…and waited…and waited…

Finally the destruction was gone and I was pulled out. I was weak and trembling as the Basterds and a wagon train went up the hill. I was feeling very special, as if I was supremely important. However as I walked along in my simple outfit there was Frodo and Samwise! I went to follow them…and then, a large man, pale with a disgusting evil face and hat and black feathers all over appeared. I ran from him with the hobbits into a church, where I thought to be safe.

However it was not to be. The church was from another dream I had a while ago which was filled with Labyrinth-LOTR style goblins and orcs! We went to go back outside but was stopped by the goblins flooding in, blacking the exit. The meantime I was having out of body experiences from being a separate person watching myself *with black hair and completely different hairstyle* go up on a pile of chairs to being in my body. The monsterous person was at a podium announcing my capture to Sauron. The look of him…was terrifying….he was just…evil….so f*cking evil, I felt just as bad as when I was hiding in a bomb shelter alone earlier.

Well, I had enough of this deja-vu goblin-church and ran right out the asile to a door on the side. It led outside to a back scrubland areas, where the grass was tall and drying like the end of summer.

The air was warm, these long patches of praireland intercepted by bushy scrubby tree places and small wetland areas. I ran fast and hard along these ‘deer’ paths, but I soon realized they were caused by marching patrol of orcs. Indeed I looked behind me to see them running along after me a ways away, along with the pale man who turned into a human version of Christopher Walken with giant black sunglasses and longer hair. You bet I kept running!

I ran and ran along under trees, through twisting paths, till I found an expansive highway with a shopping center. I made my way over the red bridge of a pond to a cinema place, with Walken the only one following me, not far behind.  I went in through a window, begging for help, running along the blue-and-yellow corridors. They didn’t even ask for my ticket. Walken was not far behind.

I kept running and going up and down stairs and elevators of the place. The second floor was an art museum. Every person Walken talked to, turned into a spy for him: they each has something odd about them. Especially this one lady with giant red glasses and a big huge ginger afro: part of it turned into braids. I knew she was now possessed.

I ran out of the window to head to a green shopping plaza.

And then I woke up.

Dream 2-27-10: Running through a market from a snidley Whiplash

Dream 2-27-20

Once more I have long vivid dreams, tis a trend coming forth. Backstory: yesterday I watched Chitty Chitty Bang Bang with my mother, a classic childhood movie of mine, if a bit dark by todays standards. Oh how I LOVE it! And then, came forth a spy character in the movie…freaky and funny. Those who know the movie would probalby know what I’m talki8ng about: the two bumbling spies sent from Bomburst’s ship to shore to try to steal the car.

Well, my dream had begun. The details are fuzzy at the beginning, but I knew I was running from something. Well, that something was a blonde long hair man with curly-wavy hair. I was in a clearing, running, and realizied I was in a big warehouse he had constructed with obstacle blocks and walls and trees on the edges. I tried to climb a tree because Leatherface was there! And so was alot of zombie people, mostly middle aged persons with glasses trying to stab me with blunt thick clyndrical objects. I kept running around, hyperventilating as I ran. I then saw a door and broke through th glass…to behold a market scene.

It was downhill, four different patches of wares arraigned like in a flower nursery under a tent cloth cieling. I then found that the blonde man turned into the snidly spie, who very much would like to do bad things to me. I was skipping around the people on the closely-packed tables of doo-dads, food and wares. He was following me around, and I kept going in the zig-zag circles around till I would leap down the next level to the slightly different market. This would repeat three more times until the last two markets were smaller, basically one market spot. Beyond was a beach to the sea.

I had just thought to make it over the bench to the beach, but the spy had caught me, in a very uncompromising position. I screamed.

I woke up halfway at this point, and then tried to continue the dream onward. Onward it did, into the fact our garage had a secret upper level which was a theatre! I was back into an old dream again, but this time, different. I went up the steps with the spider webs to the secret attic which was the balcony of the theatre, wandering around the musty old place’s hallways and such while my dad was around. I tried to avoid him, for I was in fact half-naked for some reason. He was showing around a guy in a blue and white plaid shirt with glass. From what I was doing I was in fact hiding from suspicious persons including the spy.

As I went around the theatre auditorium people were filling in it, and I went from the balcony to the floor looking up. I then went into the main floor where there was a long, dimly lit hallways with paintings, and I was in a green-black evening dress while my sister was running around me. Well, lo and behold the spy was there, but even more sinister..mixed with the Child Catcher.

Oh GOD no....

Believe me, its not that funny. I was running around feeling helpless while this fiendish hatted person was chasing me around, and then I last remembered being outside by a shed with gray steel walls…

Dream 2-26-10: Hetalia?

hetDream 2-26-10.

 

Those that know me know I don’t have a fondness for the manga and anime Hetalia. I am not a Japanese nutbar, so I don’t fully understand the Japanese view of other cultural world powers…and I don’t particularly like how they seem to ignore the Holocaust. Not good. Genocide does not compute in such an entertainment to me, and that’s my opinion.

So when I was dreaming, I had altered a Hetalia-like world. There I was walking to a strange place *too abstract to describe* after crawling in from a computer screen…to see little Nazi anime characters playing around while a helmet-ed Hitler with anime eyes was playing with toy airplanes going ‘vroom vroom!’ I skirted around the group, knowing they are dangerous, to around the…the main orange computer-console thing?

The group took a group picture, where by the sides I took some photos myself. Un-eager to get caught I revisited a warped version of a place I went to before in a dream once: a hallway, red, with…gosh, how do I describe it? the water of the sea was in fact red carpet. The hallway in fact was more like a deep-set highway *keep in mind a black ceiling and low light from the end, which was an altar with a red tree with giant long red fruit* and the side of the walls, my right, were apartments with black and purple walls with balconies. I soon became another person: The country Bavaria  wearing a brown coat and blondish bobbed hair, on a secret mission to Russia *the tree-altar*. I dodged from the balconies hoping I wasn’t followed, and fell into the sea to hold a young cute anime boy named ‘Prussia’, with similar hair but white-blond. I went behind the tree of ‘Russia’ hearing his gruff tones of blabbering gibberish and how he is the most underestimated badass world power of them all.

It was mostly blank, I do not remember. My next point of memory was running into a supermarket. I was in the attempt to find ‘Prussia’ who I lost before the Nazis found me. as I went into the store the owner was a snitch, and I ran into the heating ducts through the store. I went to the far right of the grocery story heating ducts, and turned at the corner facing down the right again the exit. Well, the Nazi’s were piling in! I went back the way I came to know more and more were after me.

I crawled out, now that the Nazis were in the heating ducts, and went out the back door. I was running through the streets, passing building and trying to loose the Nazis on my tail. I found that the leader was Colonel Hans Landa.

NO WAY

I THEN found I was not in 1942 but in the 1960′s, as I told the hippies I was encountering why they were here. I went behind the store, getting my suspicions confirmed this is not the 40′s, into a bog…in the bare light of the bright sunny day, the building’s behind being brown brick. I was screaming for Prussia, worried as the alligators were coming to attack me. I then saw and heard him in a willow tree at the edge of the forest. I went there, holding him in my arms after he fell down thanks to the hippie’s help.

After that, the swirl of a bright day and green leaves, I woke up.

And then right now I found out, after never looking at the character Prussia from Hetalia before, to find he IS white-haired JUST LIKE THAT STYLE.

THATS IMPOSSIBLE

Dream 2-10-10: Alternate world and Harry & Marv.

Dream 2-10-10

It had begun in our backyard, at night. As it were I was looking about, and the world was green and blue as it should be. But to my wondering eyes should appear, but it inverted into how ‘Canada’ should be!

The world inverted to red trees and dark red things. The grey road turned reddish grey, and part of it on the sides was cobblestone brick. Apparently ‘Canadians’ you go walking the street the opposite of what you’re supposed to…so, here I was, cars going past behind me to front, walking with my sister and grandma on the cobblestone, inverted in the world. Finally I came home after the terrible backwards ordeal I just went through.

It was even more night, and as I flew into the window of my bedroom I saw meteors in the sky, showering the heavens. I watched with my family as a strange alien ghostly being was talking in the sky! It was like…really out of place, and terrifying to me. Well it turned into a giant magical projection all over the world of a Hollywood channel talking about Michael Jackson or something…my parents though wouldn’t believe me that it was human-made and just some weird joke on us. I mean really, it was obvious!

Then, it morphed into something else. I recalled that my school was choosing students, with alien robots, to murder if they got good grades. I watched the process as the robots at the desk grabbed the student’s head and disintegrated it. Now that isn’t be logical or nice, so I began to run…slowly, since my dreams always hinder my main movements. >_<

As I went down the imaginary wonderful world of my dead-end street that always turns into an awesome place of neighbors and houses and woods, Harry and Marv from the Home Alone series began to chase me!

Sure they look nice now. Wait till they become humorous 90's villains.

I mean like seriously, didn’t expect THAT. But after all, they were in two movies of elaborate chases and hilarity, so no surprise there they are perfect for this formula.

I kept running and hiding everywhere, in homes and places you would think they wouldn’t expect. I was wrong, a lot, all these people’s home, failures to hide they were always just a little ways behind me.

I had gone into a nice darkened home, similar to my altered grandparent’s home from a previous dream. There was Christmas trees and all sorts of fake snow everywhere, and it turns out this WAS my adopted home with  my siblings inside. Well, as I went through the maze of the house, my new ‘dad’ hovering nearby, I didn’t trust this place enough to hide in, the hiding spots were obvious.

So I went outside, and they were way farther back than I thought! I would go to the airport in the strip mall  I just went into from the back door of the house. There I was, running down the big mall hallway, slowly and restricted of course from my dream’s terrible gravity, into the airport….

…whereupon they were there waiting for me, behind me.

CRAP

I got out of there real quick, vaguely hearing my sister calling out. I went down the mall hall besides a steampunk Costco, the whole place turning brown and grey bricked and different styled…and I came across a frisbee tossing clown.

As I laughed and was jogging (slowly) past him, more and more of his local clown buddies were coming in, juggling and all sorts of stuff. They looked like they were hot teenager boys under the outfits, but I was backed into a corner, my smile fading as they turned all gold and metallic and took the shapes of sinister evil, violent, blood and lusting clowns.

As I became trapped by giant clown arms I saw Harry and Marv just in the crowd of horrified people watching, laughing. I knew I made strange sounds, in terror of course, there were golden demonic clowns on top of me!

I then was back at the building where they were sorting out the students to be slaughtered. Obviously I must have been blacked out after knowing, in the dream, I suffered some incredible torture of some sort…and was back here where I was supposed to be. I complained to our principal who was very helpless under the power of the alien robots about how this whole thing was wrong. I then ran out to escape…but I thought better of it and stayed at my desk with some others. Special white and blue police came and yelling and with big guns as they ran past the doors into our street, now an enclosed mall-like space, after to slaughter escapees. I remarked how glad I was I didn’t escape at that moment, and I was waking up into full consciousness.

A little contest

I know there aren’t alot of persons reading my blog, but I have had this alien story in my head for close to 6 years now. Only now I’ve decided to ask for help designing the sentient repto-mammal alien civilization.

Contest rules, info and such.

There are only a few stipulations, and examples of ideas are presented.  The main rule for you guy’s reading is its prefered you get an account on dA. Its free and harmless.

If you are interested in designing such a humanoid alien, keep in touch with me. It can be even just a doodle, so long as I can see the vision presented…and that’s not very hard either.

This contest shall be running probably to the end of February, or until the lack of entries dies off, or I make up my design that’s so awesome I call the whole thing off.  Terrible or good or brilliant artists, he’s a chance to get some credit. I have extremely big dreams for my plot. >_< Haahaa.

Dream 1-30-10: Being a Greek God and Palermo

Dream 1-30-10

So it was I was a Greek god. I was Hercules and Captain Kirk of Star Trek at the same time. and then, I went fishing and hunting Greek sea monsters and serpents at the shore, with some persons. Not that interesting eh?

It was however, when I was returning, muscled and strong, to my girlfriend. Memories were in my dream-head of my girl with cute blonde locks, waiting for me. I also remembered some doodles, it seems, of myself being friends with another guy when we were younger. Apparently it had been a long, long time since I saw my girlfriend.

Returning to the gazebo area where the doodles had taken place, she was not there. I also remember the name of the man, named Palermo *pronounced Palairemo* and I saw a recital he was holding nearby. I knew he was a villain and I set up a decoy: A giant gray cloud form of myself looking down like a god, at the recital.

An annoying MC was singing with some children around a piano as I and the crew of the OS and NG Star Trek went sneakily around, into the backstage, climbing up the stairs to face Palermo.

It was a hologram but I didn’t know it at first. I had the image of some sort of juicer…somehow…while I ranted to him about he stealing my girl. Soon I realized it was not real, so I went to another room to find him in bed with the girl!

My girl had turned into a fat tranny. I was devastated that she truthfully didn’t love me anymore…that she had moved on. Palermo gave a blank evil face as I went away back into the white light of the office where I previously was, defeated.

Dream 1-24-10: Big D influences my life

Dream 1-24-10

The beginning of the dream was that my bed was now on the floor of my room, just the mattress, and Kitleigh and I were having a sleepover sharing the same bed for some reason. I walked in and out of the room *there was some other part of the conversation I’m forgetting* and found dad had picked up and cleaned out the bathroom entirely, including the built in sink. o_O to clean the floor. Thus no toilet, so I couldn’t use it. I went back to the room, and daylight soon became apparent: Kit had to be home by 4 and it was already 1:00, so we went downstairs groggy and sad.

But the kitchen demented: the french doors opened to a corridor much like the dark, curtain-door dressing rooms of a store I recently shopped at. The floor was flooded as I wandered through. However my sister ran ahead of me, giggling, and I was afraid, what with the door beyond was scary *it was a portal!* I looked behind on of the curtains to find a mirror. However to the corner of my eye to the next curtained cubicle with a mirror…Tim Curry as Darkness appeared smiling.

You bet I was scared. I yelled for my sister to return, but too late! I heard him behind me, people screaming, as I ran for the portal…

Getting through, I was, well, I don’t really know. But soon I had gone through into a strange museum, warped from previous visits to the DIA and the Chicago art museum. As I ran, I soon found I was running through a museum of archaic sex toys. The good thing was though, that these didn’t look like…those things at all, but the different galleries and rooms had strange steam punk objects, sculpture art, and other things. Soon the girl following me actually was meant to chase me and hurt me, so I hurried along through a confusing short labyrinth of bedrooms in different styles, before hitting a wall in a very tall, small room. There on the wall was a giant blow-up projection of an internet start page.

Big D, as I call Tim Curry Darkness, was their laughing, and the only way to escape was to type in a new address to go to.  Using incredible mind strength I barely managed to type the address to deviantART…and boom, the wall turned into a doorway. I went through to find myself in a very strange place…a mix of the bridge-view of Hogwarts, another dream from my childhood and lots of greenery. I walked the wooden planks, passing by a group of monks on a hill chanting.

There was a blurry part of the dream. I think I had found I was safe now, and I then became a golden Andalite creature. Once that, powerful and divine and supremely awesome I went back to to the monks. The sick old monk, on the hill in golden robes, was about to die. I stood over him and offered to save him for a price…indeed he paid it, with a kiss, and he was saved.

By now I was waking up, on the gradual trip to being awake: during this my legs were moving as I was waking up and in the dream I was walking away from the hill, and soon, awake.

Dream 1-17-10: Mike Nezzie and the Yes Concert

Dream 1-17-10

It had begun when I was driving the blue van, half tired, in the night while sitting in the seat uncomfortably. Somehow I looked like a young Steve Howe and in fact, I was a member of the band Yes. Well, I went unto the wrong road, was berated for it by my dad, and took the long sleepy half-conscious journey around to the road all the while thinking how terrible Yes was now in the 80′s.

I had somehow gotten home to our yard, whereupon I was myself! There in the grass-garden patch was a small rabbit nest, where therin I kept a small cute brown rabbit. Well as I was running around the yard there were three more white little rabbits and a white birds, which I had to scurry into their nest trying to keep them to stay so they won’t wander and get crushed. My grandma was nearby.

Somehow or another I felt…there was a purpose, or something, but another part of that ‘purpose’ came to my attention. As I ran with some terrible fear to the end of our yard Micky Dolenz of The Monkees was chasing after me to the far right!

Micky wouldn't harm a fly!

He’s a great guy and all, but he just looks like a gremlin! However much he is in reality my dream said he was bad. The wall at the end of our property turned into four layers with 2 foot alleys in between, so it was like stepping stones as I leaped and hopped across screaming. He was just about to grab me.

I don’t know, things morphed out when I was on the other side. The condominium neighborhood turned into a dark room with a bed, a red version of the room at my grandma’s well, Mike Nesmith was there, that hot little Monkee, but on the phone. He was talking to his wife! Jealousy raged, and he looked at me coldly. I knew I wouldn’t get anything, for he was staying true to his marriage and went out the door.

Nooooo! Don't leave me and grow old! Stay as you were in the 60's!

I then proceeded to wail and feel the full brunt of sexual frustration boil within me while wearing a red sheery sorta outfit. I kept trying to close the door but grandma, outside on the lawn with the white rabbits *somehow this room was where the treehouse was, outside, with an open roof, located in the yard* but the door kept opening, because either there were gray cats swarming in or the door actually was too thin to close properly for privacy. Desperation turned into fear as I walked out and, well, someone let my two parakeets loose outside.

Before I could catch Oliver and Lollipop, they flew into a cloudy fermented fishtank with water and the lid snapped shut! I panicked, and stuck my hand in and pulled out Oliver, who was not breathing. I laid him on the grass and pushed on his chest, and soon his feathers were turning into geometric circle patterns….that meant he was alive…but yet strangely in reality, Oliver is dead. Somehow I believe this imagery was some demented mix of the fact 1. In the real world Oliver died last year and 2. in the dream he’s supposed to be alive which makes a sorta godly figuration of geometric curling feathers and sparkles without him moving.

But Lollipop drowned. In reality, she’s still alive, albeit depressed.

I soon woke up with the horror of her dead in the dream, but really she’s alive.