Dreams 11-(5-7) -09: Astroboy, Fabio and Transformers

Dream 11-5-09

 

So it was that I was reading a comic book of a black and white Astroboy Comic, asfter being chased in the dark around grandma’s ___ house by Siruis Black. In the comic there was an old man with longish-white hair being, well, molested on a rock on the water near a dock. Soon I pointed out to my brother that in one panel the guy’s flab seems to spell the word ‘furry’. Soon Astroboy saved him, covered in starfish and green seaweed.

It soon progressed to back at my grandparent’s house, however this time it turned into a building complex/grocery store set not in the area but in the Congo. This whole idea of the Congo, soon the evil gorrillas attacking me *who now turned into Astroboy* and a bomb from a laser sattilite was from the movie review of Congo I saw that very day! With this I, astroboy now, flew far away and watched the people trapped in the complex surrounded by the forest…burn. Die.

 

Dream 11-6-09

 

This one was more scary and strange, it played on an abstract form of an anxiety I had, relating to a real-life event that is not my business to disclose those details online to the public.

In this dream I had seemed to be in some sort of movie trailer, or something with alot of snippits of scenes of this sort of romantic comedy. In it was basically the plot of a Fabio-like man, muscular and a womanizer cavorting in lustful situations, trying to woo and soon change to win the love of this nerdish woman with big glasses…that looked like a mix of my mother and my sister. there were scenes of them in love, of fighting, of the beginning and the end. One particiular scene was quite strange, as Fabio-man was in a girlish black cat pink-fur-trimmed sexy outfit with a harem of other cat women, while the nerd woman was disgusted. It was quite a strange sight. As this trailer for the film wore on I felt myself being enticied by this not-exactly-Fabio man, and the plot.

Then it got worse. Soon it skipped to the end, where he’s outside in a parking lot on a bench outside a store….transplanted into a memory landscape from a picnic gathering I was at in 1999. There was a loud voice going ‘2000’s fashions are in!’ denoting now Fabio-man, looking old and nerdy, this was int eh future. He flashbacked to a football game stadium and sittin gon the couch with the nerd woman and children…and they vanished. They were dead. All dead.

Then the face of Fabio-man changed into a recognizable face of the man that had, well, did bad things with, with my sister. I was pulled out of the trailer into the real world into a room that was in the movie, while my sister had this concerned face as she turned off the TV with a remote. I felt anxiety and disgust I was falling for this man in the movie that soon had the face of a person that hurt my sister, especially since I never even met that man nor did he ever hurt me directly! It was strange and well, by and by the dream built up a not-good fantasy from anxiety into this confused mess. It also represented how my sister felt for this man before those things happened.

 

Dream 11-7-09.

 

This was far better, if harkening in a dream style I used to have quite alot! That dream style is a chase dream whereupon though I feel powerful in some different new form, I eventually weaken and become so helpless and tired, weak and distressed it ends quite thrillingly wrong. I don’t remember the exact last time I had a dream of this nature, since I am in college and becoming a more responsible adult instead of, say, a dreaming 15 year old just understanding the world of sexuality and self-esteem and feeling the fear of such things.

I don’t specifically remember the beginning, as that is muddyin my memory, but I had become the adility to turn into a purple Transformer robot, and then into a Transformer purple fighter jet. It was quite awesome, however once more another Congo reference came into the dream: Tim Curry from that film was there, a scientist tracking me since, how often does a human turn into a freaking Autobot?

So I turned and began flying, flying low as I trijed to control my new form across the water and Macinac bridge with Tim Curry in pursuit. Soon I landed into a train and turned human, hoping no one would notice I am the human-autobot. Well, there was Tim Curry, sitting across the asile watching me. Soon the train stopped at the place, to the woods, and seensing that the TimCurryNarrating was boding me ill…I ran.

But I became drowsed and weak, my powers and muscle sore and unusable from turning into a giant robot. It has been a long time since I have had this ‘formula’ of a dream where ‘I have some wanted power, get chased, then feel helpless and weak and becomes dominated’. It was scary, because soon Tim Curry was on me. >_>

Dream 10-27-09: The Abducting Dracula

Dream 10-26-09

 

My dream revealed the anxieties of my Italian class and the fear of being abducted and abused by movie character, pre-code, that don’t look sexy but yet as older experienced dapper men they still ARE a potent sexual symbol. Typical of Halloween nature a man who was a mix of John Carridine’s Dracula and Vincent Price had come to call. And so the dream begins.

I had run to the garden while my family was chatting, and my sister was escaping with me! I took this moment to return to the imaginary eddies and secrets of the wall that led to *previous dreams* Wonderland. This Dracula man was coming for me, and I felt a mix of fear and yet excitement I had returned to a popular dream-landscape. I went through the edge of the right wall into a chamber for the elephants, which led into a building of chambers and boiler, science-room pipes. Down the stairs and through dark lit corridors of black and rust I went, and I had actually emerged at the left side of the wall at our property, high in the air looking at our garden backyard! From there I hid in a sort of outhouse, to the side because the clutter in the room was deep. As I heard talking below, my parents with these ‘Italians’ I felt fear as Carridine-Dracula man *we’ll just call him Carridine* was closer and closer, peering into the room. I held my breath, and thankfully he didn’t see me. However when he went into the cabin room he peered through the sliver in the wall, seeing me while I pretended that he didn’t.

Too late, he dragged me out and proceeded to chase me again with ill-intent! I soon felt he and these other people were bandits that looked, well, stereotypically Mexican. I was quite afraid of what he was ogiung to do to me. In fact I stopped once I was back on the grassy ground because somehow, he did molest me with some magical ‘penitration without actual’. I felt very weird and violated, even though there was no suddenness or anything obviously  motioning sexual.

There I know was a blur in my memory of the dream, but now we were in a fish store in the evening. My family including grandma was there, and along the walls of the dimly lit, green place were the small cabin-rooms like what I hid in. I looking at the giant Oscar fish for sale, my siblings running around with me like were we young, screaming, enthusiastic children again. But Carridine was there, with a stern look, pretending like he wasn’t planning something terrible. I do however recall like many dreams I have had wearing a sheet, not over my head but making my arms flap, and I felt smaller sized like a bird. But, that was a short-lived vision.

As my family went outside in the dark parking lot, me and my sister went into the corner room. There was a door we went through, through a hallway that was to the right, and into a nice yellow-lit tent-room where a red-headed man was playing cello, and there were bass and celli strewn about. I thought this was a perfect plan to get rid of Mr. Carridine, for a door opened at the far wall, which opened to the direct view to the store-front door, and Mr. Carridine with glowing eyes was walking calmly, evilly towards where he just saw me. My sister was laughing and such, so I went to plan to escape. I flew back through the hallway to the cabins, whereupon the sides of them at the roof tops were open! I flapped my way silently and quickly through, mostly hidden as Carridine several fish tank rows away was going towards the entrance to the tent he just saw, where he hoped to find  me. Fat chance, I had just floated *mistankeningly NOT LOOKING BACK TO SEE IF HE SAW ME* to the open circle window of the door, and viola, I was flapping in the parking lot.

I saw my brother comatose in our Volvo, and that was not right! As I bounced and flapped my way to go to the right, and hide in the rafters of the building I was strangely moving slow…and tired…and…

Now with a blink I was suspended over a pool in the building, as some orange goldfish swam around in it. I was of course terrified, tied up over it and him gloating at the edges of this pool. My parents were there lamenting and arguing, as Carridine was wanting to have his way with me and have me his wife!

Then there was a strange sort of events. I went on about how in a previous dream *that doesn’t exist to my memory* he wrote letters saying he was a ‘honey’ (gay) and therefore I was always completely safe around him. But then he revealed in the letters he was not and actually quite a vicious sex fiend. I felt stunned and wailing at trusting him too much, and now look where I was, I was hanging by a rope while politics ensued about me.

I know his face is kinda…wild but I would never think to be afraid of him. I thought his Dracula quite comically-serious-British, not my type! I guess I was wrong? I certainly, considering how he’s dressed and such a manner, would not think him to be a character that was exclusivly interested in marrying a screaming American 17 year old like me? Especially in a dream? Those notsogood movies I saw with him in it must have affected me deeper than I thought.

Beware the Grease-painted Ones

As last month’s post, I had found a lovely blog for clowns and clown enthusiasts, clownalley.blogspot. However in contrast…I have found a general opposite to this serious happy-normal clown blog. I found a website dedicated to the media and works of clowns projected as, well, evil.

Clownz.com.

Disturbing real news articles, pictures, artwork, links, games, etc. This place homages to all things anti-clown, whether making fun of them, fueling your Coulrophobia, or dabbling in the beauty of nasty evil clowns in art, movies, video games.

Another aspect of things to do with evil clowns is the popularity spurt recently. The 80’s and early 90’s had a peak of the evil clown subject in our entertainment with many slasher and horror movies/books  such as Clownhouse, Killer Klowns from Outer Space and IT. The 90’s then continued to a lesser-degree of the evil clown archetype by having some evil clowns in video games, and are now adopted as a cannocal ‘meme’, I would say, along with zombies, vampires, pirates, ninjas, etc.

Since the 2000’s however the rise of ‘evil clownage’ has become quite high. DC comics have become more and more mainstream and known and with it the popularity of the Joker, and evil clown, with not even help from the success of The Dark Knight. The ‘cannocal meme’ of evil clowns in video games, media, and internet meme has continued further and further. Pre-made D&D adventures sometimes are a plot of an evil carnival. Gothic music and horror musicians following from the fore-father Alice Cooper’s steps make music about evil clowns as a popular subject. There is talk of a new movie version of Stephen King’s IT. There has been an increase thusly of Coulrophobia, as the clown styles have changed. Modern birthday clowns usually don’t wear as much ‘augustian’ white face, but that is not only for reasons of society’s fear and picking-on their trade.

Certainly the traditional heavily painted faces of clowns from, say, the 50’s is definitely more prone to frighten people than the not-so white-faced clowns of today.

Lou Jacobs Soodles the Clown

VERSUS 

With all this in mind, I have seen the proof myself. Last time in a Halloween store was 2007; not alot of pre-packaged clown costumes. Now in 2009 where I visited two different Halloween costume companies I was surprised at the amount of vile clown masks, decorations, makeup, costumes and etc. of all varieties. There were evil mime and harlequin outfits, vicious skull jesters of two colors, almost-Pennywise faced masks, blood-thirsty jesters, hanging dummies of motion-activated clowns that roared with maniacal laughter when passed by. Luckily there was even more assortment of normal, regular clown costuming and makeup, but that was less attractive than the expensive if you, say, wanted to become a chainsaw-massacreing birthday clown. Certainly the popularity of The Dark Knight that came out last year has certainly helped this influx along into another peak of popularity widespread; Evil clowns are the in thing. And now the internet meme of the zombie clown from the popular Zombieland movie that just came out has assured us that evil clowns are to stay awhile longer.

The Psychology of Edward Cullen

Oh what have we found…

My Realm of Fantasy magazine for December 2009 came yesterday, and so I eagerly looked to my most favorite column, the Folkroots section now written by SatyrPhil Brucato. This month’s installment was about the archetype in literature and psychological functions of the ‘Demon Lover’, the bad-boy, the temptress, the evil powerful supernatural lover character of tales and reality.

My particular attention came to the paragraphs describing a particular type of Demon Lover that has become immensely popular, and that type is, in its example it talked about, Edward Cullen of Twilight fame.

Due to copyright, I will not post the entire paragraphs word-for-word because that is Brucato’s work (duh) and if you want, buy that issue, because Realms of Fantasy has just switched owners and it needs the money because the ads and work in these new magazines needs serious mental help and money for better staff. Luckily the stories are still quality.

A demon lover is generally a ‘bad’ one, a representational character of things morally not right or what we ourselves wouldn’t do, which makes them whether a seductive villain or villianess attractive to many persons, including myself. Their power to dominate, to go against society rules, to be an outcast and see a different perspective *whether good or bad* to be supernatural and stronger in many cases…this is what characterizes a Demon Lover.

However we are here to discuss what Brucato has helped to explain why multitudes of young teenager girls and other age groups of women have so flocked to the realm of Twilight. In my previous opinionated musings in my head, I had come across the idea that perhaps Edward’s ‘whiney-emo’ status was attractive because the style is Emo and Scene, and the genre that has been emerging in vampire-media has been known as the Vampires in the modern school social scene genre. I was close but I had yet to fully feel confidant in why so many people, that are yet not even that shallow-minded or that into popular culture, still flock to him.

You see, not everyone falls in love with a Demon Lover. There are still a healthy population of people that fall in love with the Heroic character, the Good Boys, the powerful that are moral and golden, Prince Charmings. But the reasoning with Edward Cullen is that he is a little blur of the Good vs. Bad lovers. Edward, that sparkling vampire, is a Demon Lover who goes against his nature for the sake of his chosen innocent girl Bella Swan. This type is unusual in the past of literature but has come up more and more as a popular form of Lover in our media. As Brucato writes;

“Maybe its because, like all archetypes, this immortal figure shifts to accommodate his time and culture. And perhaps, in an age of rape drugs and porn sites, celebricults and pro-anorexia propaganda, our whole world has become a Demon Lover…and in that world, the real transgression is to care.”

This provides the basis of why these characters, viewed as ‘whining emos’ or ‘emotional tragic’ Lovers are now on the rise in our society. We have advanced to accept not just black and white in the power division but of gray-matter; more and more nations with their people are advancing to individualism and intelligence in each person, our capitalist market and internet reach the world over. More people believe in the attraction of Edward because he is sacrificing what he is to become someone better through love, into considering the social cultural setting. This is what has come-up in explaining why, and defending, Edward Cullen.

I hoped I have made the most wild of Twilight-haters, those reading, to consider a form of logical respect for his popular existence, however much they generally do not like in the fantasized Lover. Now that I have taken the time to analyze and write this out, I have discovered that indeed Edward’s archetype is past-attractive type for me. When I wrote the draft of my story S.W.A.N. my villain, Radu, was conflicted within himself to change himself for the reasons of love for female-lead Valerie. This was also not quite but still similar, an idea presented to another story villain Alexander in Rosa von das Roten Tod. However my villains in the end refused or could not actually change their attitude and natural ways of Demon Lover and villain to accommodate their chosen mate. This is where I find the lack-of interest personally for Edward Cullen, not counting the writing style and setting of the entire book series. However these are my preferences and explanation why I am not drooling over Edward. (another is my dislike how the author makes vampires sparkle. The sparkiliness however enhances his sacrificial-for-good qualities however, but still it mess with my preferences in what a vampire is)

I hope you have learned from and enjoyed my rambling of the Twilight explanation.

Dream 10-18-09: The Last of Humanity

Dream 10-18-09.

We were scuttled inside. There, we were in these tower apartments, plain and simple gray carpeting and walls, futuristic. Outside was a small park, the pool and green water. I looked out the windows of the high hall outside my room. The sky was no sky, however but a bubble: it was layers up-and thousands of layers of black seething slime-mud, and we were the last humans in the world. The Federation has let this planet and its people, with were basically one people with one mind *the mud* keep us alive and well to live and breed.

However, we are humans and have made a bad reputation of being destructive aliens. Worse, we were constantly surrounded, with no escape, by the mud alien. As the days passed it became apparent that despite all this leisure and doing nothing…a regiema was intact. Soon we were like in a prison, and these black knight police were scolding, picking on us and deranking my family for silly little things. In a few more days there was more disagreements with this strict policies. We only had one style of clothing, and we were kept like animals.

I soon noted with fear that we were on this planet because we were to be bargaining chips, for the mud-people were in fact none hostile aliens, sly and vile, and would not hesitate to seep their acid sticky mud, like the Blob, through the walls and slowly suffocate and kill us all. Their planet has no air. We certainly would be trapped and die.

Our only way to be alive was to live and shut up and not even speak out about anything, and wait for outside news. We were given to the mud people temporarily as a sign of trust between the more-powerful alien races of this federation. But the trust was lacking. Soon indeed some mud WAS seeping and attacking us in the main building!

Me and the other scrambled to the large window which gave a view of the green small lake-like see, but was incredibly deep, and several stories down. We were sheer over it. I watched others jump, to escape the mud and soon I jumped out too. I closed my eyes, hoping my angle would not make me sink into the water.

I succeeded, and swan as fast as I could to the beach at the park, and the entrance to our building of habitation. The mud had ceased, and they ‘apologized’ for any inconvenience. It was clear they ‘leaked’ so they could show their power. If I got stuck to the mud for a longer time I would begin to dissolve. This place was our only supply of air. I was horribly frightened.

We went back to our rooms, however our pair of scissors was broken. So we opened them up and cut the spring inside, but the black knight laughed and scolded us for not consulting him to fix the scissors! We were condemned to the lowest grade-level, and among the ‘last’ in their caste system. Instead of ridicule from the other humans around us, it was fright. We were just fixing our scissors! We were all in this together, being horribly abused.

Then a large sound. The Mud! They were finally going to  kill us! It seeped everywhere, faster but still for a slow death. I ran with the others to the park, as the black knights and even Cooler from DBZ was hitting and laughing, abusing as they went.

However a hero came; a strange alien with three large spaceships was parked. He was to rescue us! We surged into the space ships, and one by one they took off, through the mud with their superior technology and into space.

Space was beautiful. We had barely enough food and we could only last three months, but our journey was to the Federation senate to be housed. We were saved.

Dream 10-8-09: Beetlejuice

Dream 10-8-09.

It began thus; I walked into a warped, different version of my boyfriend’s house. There I sat on the purple sofa sitting next to him watching a different version of Beetlejuice on the laptop on a table. This was basically like a repeat of one of my dates with him at his house, watching the movie in the same room.

However my boyfriend was not my boyfriend at all, but Beetlejuice himself! Surprisingly though we decided to makeout on the sofa, despite him not my boyfriend and how perverted and giggly Beetlejuice was being. I had to stop though because I had to tell Nathan my ‘boyfriend’ *he was actually a guy I only knew last year but nothing like that* that was breaking up with him to be with the awesome Beetlejuice. I went into another room and was, with every word I said to the sleeping Nathan saying I was breaking up with him, counting the links of this purple and pink plastic link of chains. Nathan though in the middle said he was asleep, and I soon ended and went back to the couch.  On the way I went through a short hallway, where one side was windows bright with sunlight and the other side was a white wall with shifting cartoonish colored artsy animals.

Back to the couch, I sat next to him, where we were shyly groping each other. But then I had a thought that I was to wake up soon, and he went to the other side of the couch, posing and sitting far away. I turned and laid at my side, just as my alarm went off…and I turned back to the left, looking over my shoulder as I mumbled “Goodbye Beetlejuice.” The dream world and him melted into reality as I watched, and after a few seconds I realizied I was awake!

The Blog for Clowns

All you need about the history, articles, modern works and anything random about CLOWNS.

Yes that’s right. A blog to all things clown. News, history, photos, editorials, videos, make up tips and ads…everything for the clown and clown connisour.

Clownalley.

Another clown blog is clownlink.com with specifically clown news from around the world.

Offical NOES Remake Trailer is OUT!

At last an offical sneak peek.

As some might know, or others not, the A Nightmare on Elm Street remake is scheduled for release April 30th, 2010. Our information prior has been only the work-trailer to illustrate ideas for the actual film, snippits of information and knowledge of where the filming was. Now at last we have a trailer…the REAL one. The Big-kahoonie.

Trailer and stills at dreadcentral.com.

Looking at what we can, the movie is filled with the references from the first and some of the previous sequels to the original. I hope that because it’s homaging that, that they will not make a sequel to this remake. Because generally they suck, and it is no longer the 80’s and 90’s when sequels to slasher films were more popular and expected. (tell that to the Final Destination and Shrek franchise.)

However one thing to consider: Director is Michael Bay, and I do know there are people who are not fond of his work (Transformers 1 and 2) due to complaints of massive explosions and gearing to the modern American teenager rumble-tumble movie audience. Reasoning why he’s now taken on this classic 80’s slasher film is simple: it has teenagers in it and alot to do with fire and boiler rooms. Perfect for him…however much many would have liked a more reputable horror-director, not one that has fighting giant robots under his directing belt.

Note that my previous post on the remake is now a little outdated. For more information and the art-idea trailer click this paragraph.

Doonesbury and Candorville

I was a little icked in my opinion at the Doonesbury comic in today’s paper, comparing Obama’s pressing to reform and provide a natural government service for healthcare to all citizens…with the Nazi’s genocide of the Jews.

In contrast there was also the Candorville comic which using an exaggeration but true happenstances when one is needing a hospital and your corperation-run healthcare insurence, which are institutions to get money not to truly care for your health are picky and restricted with business policies have here in the comic, and in reality, killed people because it is not a natural government service and right for you to go to a hospital so your life can be saved…which is what Obama is trying to reform.

Two very different opinions. Doonesbury notes and dislikes Obama’s socialist step to provide a government service while Candorville encourages Obama’s health care reformation. Socilism fears and health care reform. Exaggerations and truths. Opinions and politics.

The Cat Piano

The Cat Piano.

This animated short deserves it’s many awards. Like noir and styled animation of anthropomorphic cats singing and adventure? Or you don’t even have to like all of the following. Just enjoy, because I did, and it’s definitely of the amazing merit.

The Cat Piano.

My dA Portfolio

Boy, I haven’t done an art update in awhile!

It is because I have been doing alot of art and too lazy to upload some here.

So instead I will try now to update with very good new art submissions and just that.

In properly, here is my dA Portfolio with my very best artworks for your view pleasures.

dA Portofolio.

Here are some examples, and very nice that I am proud of what I’ve done.

You get the picture.

American Vampires: Fans, Victims and Practitioners: A little Review

Ahh the days of 1989…

I have finished a book from  1989, about vampires in America. All aspects on the vampire view.

American Vampires: Fans, Victims, Practitioners by Norine Dresser is a book talking about vampires in media and the world of American till whenever it was stopped writing. Past 1987 I know that. Reading this book you become aware of the vampire craze before the 90’s boom and the Twilight mess. Here, people didn’t obsess of Edward Cullen but over Barnabas Collins of Dark Shadows. Here is discussed with the panic of linking vampires with porphyria disease in the middle 80’s. Here are the accounts of people absorbing vampire culture in the world at an early age, how Dracula has infiltrated candy and commercials, and people actually ritualistically drinking blood. What an interesting read from the past! Before the 90’s, and before the 2000’s! A perfect vampire history lesson.

School at OEC

And so it begins…

I am a student of the Orchird Rigde Oakland Community College campus’s Oakland Early College. Therefore with three high school classes 5 days a week and two college classes (World Music Wednesday evening and Italian Thursday evening for four hours) plus orchestra rehearsal Monday nights and Redford Theatre events every other Friday and Saturday, I will be busy. It will be a struggle to upload and write dream journals and do fun things, when the onslaught of homework begins.

I, former homeschooler, wish me luck.

Dream 9-6-09: The Sacrifice of the Sailor Moon Army

Dream 9-6-09

This dream was long and complicated, with so much things moving in and out of order. I will tell you as best I can but there are all sorts of things happening.

One part I remember is…well, I can’t remember the beginning! But somehow, I was sent after some event into our garden *twice as big* which had a deserted hallway building, instead of our plots of garden with the ‘hallways’ grass. It was an enclosed building now. There was a main room at the back with some clowns, inanimated but vicious if they were awakened form their doll-slumber. I crept past them to a room where a young maiden was with long black hair and a white nightgown. I turned into some black guy and I took her out with me, outside, unto a horse and rode out of the garden.

I don’t remember the inbetween, but I do remember a large group of kids, who were living under the mastery of the evil castle. It appears the lady in the other castle that was black up the snow covered hill was a witch who demanded sacrifices. So, I a new comer in their smaller gray castle there was writing on the frosted window demanding a ‘advent’ *in this dream world it meant sacrifice* and I was encouraged to dress in this beautiful black dress and a veil on my head. I was led out of the garden greenhouse where I changed to the castle, sitting down to dinner with some of the kids. The kids as proper wore formal outfits in reverence. I soon realized I was to stay with this skinny up-tight witch person, for some reason. And that reason was explained: I was to be a mistress for her son. Unfortunate the dream moved on before I could see him.

Somehow I had an out of body experience and the two main characters from that annoying TV sitcom King of Queens were driving down one of our main roads, at night, over a bump at a gas station. They felt worried that the truck heading towards it wouldn’t make it, but it did, and they continued down the main road till it parked along the side, and the man *forgot his name* crawled naked into a hole into the sand. Why? I had this strange feeling that he was going to masturbate…but that doesn’t make sense either. What a sick head I have. (why in a sand pit?)

Then from there it was daylight, and I was in a cage on a pole over the ground. There was a whole field of barracks and army stuff, and the army? Sailor Venus, Mercury, Mars and Jupiter! A whole bunch of them, with the same hair is some were Asian or black. It was an army.

Their leader was on a horse and was riding towards me. She looked like a tired middle aged lady with long light brown hair wearing brown tatters, but she soon put on a white Sailor Serenity wig and approached me. She thought I was the proshipised Sailor Moon to help lead her troops (these cosplayers had guns and tanks man, they took this seriously) which, however, I was not. There were also young girls I saw being trained also.

I soon had a flashback to the previous ‘witch in the black castle’ part of the dream as I slowly woke up, tossing and turning.

The End.

Dream 9-3-09: Driving to Easter Town

Dream 9-3-09.

I had to drive my brother and sister to orchestra rehearsal on the highway, but somehow it went that we were going to Easter Town, a traditional place in our culture. However I got on freeway 25, not 24, and soon in the bright sunny day went on the exit to go across unto the right freeway, in trouble for being lost. But the exist was closed and fenced off.

Soon, we were at Easter with my family. It was there that people were mauled to death by a werewolf, who was actually Robin Williams! We were taking a tour of a building, and in the bush we passed was Robin Williams.  Also Doctor Who was with us.

When we turned the corner there was a portrait and two peacock colored fairies, mostly green, flew out into another portrait of a fine black haired lady, lit by a lamp on the opposing wall. She was the fairy queen and we all backed away warily, whereupon leaving the Doctor to diplomat with her why she sent the werewolf. Somehow, the Doctor became, well, naked! WE left them arguging.

We met back in this kitchen, whereupon we were thinking, who was the werewolf? Well the Doctor had his suspicion it was Robin…

The end. !!