Archive for April, 2009

Fabio Lust. Dream 4-27-09.

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 28, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 4-27-09.

The early part of this dream is pretty vague. Apparently I’ve inherited four plots of houses that look almost exactly alike. Somehow Satan is involved, like I am his ward in these homes. I am constantly afraid he’ll demolish them while I’m in the city.

Then I see him, high above, tall and red with his horns and his face. He wishes to destroy the city, and I run, watching my mom hold my sister’s hand as if they were shopping and now running away. I run too, under the hot sun and the silver skyscrapers.

I turned back, only to see Satan smiling, and there, standing over me was Fabio himself, shirtless.

I felt an incredible pull to him, a pull of lust. He was smiling in all his cheesy-grin glory, closer and closer he stood against me, tempting me to touch and take and let him…

I had woken up. It was still very dark out, and since the dream was short I was sure it was late at night still.

But I moaned. I wasn’t fully awake, I could see his face but I wasn’t completely aware! I could see him touching me and I felt so, so aching for him. But I knew I was awake, I could hear and see my dark room  but I was writhing in my bed, the dream fading and so was my moaning outburst for him.

I could barely understand it. I thought I liked making fun of him but apparently he is just too romantic…and my dream confirmed I love him.

I settled back down to sleep…

The plots of land were still there I though, but as me and my sister traversed the dirt road in the country the bulldozers had destroyed the homes! We and to hide before Satan saw us, and so we ran down the road, with more trees, and quickly went across the street to a bird santurary. The lady put us in the bathroom, expecting us if we were to hide there to feed this rare leech.

I didn’t want that. So I ran, past the galleries and outside, looking to get away.

I met grandma, and so we made our way down the street and into a small town, looking for black slippers since my shoes were worn. We glanced at the small shops and homes at the street, nothing selling slippers…but there was a log cabin, as we passed deeper and deeper down the road with the trees and less homes, that I knew was a tea shop from another dream before.

And then we were in a dark age village, and there was an odd man who looked like Q from Star Trek, with an even weirder hat in his judge costume.

I did not like that.

We began to run, grandma even more frantic because she knew who he was! There were armored guards behind us running after us, gaining speed as we ran. By the time we reached the driveway of the bird sanctuary we were pinned to the dirt, hogtied and place on these large pieces of paper with a peculiar symbol, and they acted like a sled as we were dragged back struggling to the judge-man.

Back at the village he looked over us, checking my tied limbs. I felt incredibly vulnerable, his mouth in a peculiar and creepy grin. He had us tied to a post by the hut, and he sat a little ways away watching and plotting. I feared what he wanted to do.

Somehow I wriggled from the ropes and began to run again! I ran fast, past the sancutary with the gaurds, to the left, down the beech and up a mountain with large steps. When I got to the top, triumphantly, I hid in a bush and the guards passed. I made my down, and…tiredly…limped my way to the sanctuary. I was so very tired and fell, almost fainted, weak, at the driveway…

And could barely move as once again I was hog tied and being dragged back to the judge.

I woke up around then.

……

Fabio. The Most Beautiful Man in the Cosmos.

Posted in Fun Stuff with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 23, 2009 by Sahkmet

Oh baby.

I can’t believe his muscles are real.

Apparently he was mostly some 80’s-90’s supermodel for Romance novels, and has also written some. My GOD, I mean seriously, this man has no neck!

Not to mention his boobs. *snickers*

But somehow I still find him on some sort of level of attractivness. I’ve always been attracted to the buff men…but his level of romantic cheesiness scares me from fully proclaiming that I have the hots for him. Just…just look! His nect, his face, his…hair…Looks like Mufasa.

What’s been going around in my house first was picking on Yanni *he stole the song Baker Street* Then it was that plus Klaus Nomi. *freaky now-dead singer*. Now I’ve added Fabio, and maybe I’ll do a picture with all three of them in concert. 😀 Ha. Ha.

Fabio is really fun to make fun of. He take shimself seriously and makes fun of himself all the time.

Enjoy his indulging videos.

How about a parody?

House: Awesome Show

Posted in Fun Stuff, News Updates Other Than My Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , on April 22, 2009 by Sahkmet

House. My favorite show on TV now.

Besides Taxi and M*A*S*H* my favorite shows that are on are Hell’s Kitchen and…House. House is awesome. My kind of show.

I love the drama, the music, the characters working together…Dr. House…amazing.

It also has advanced lighting techniques and that sort of feeling that makes it crisp, blue and classy.

IMDB information on House, which the show is updated and you can watch on Hulu.

Heaven and Hell: A Dream

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 20, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 4-20-09
I hide in the tunnels. I shouldn’t because I’m human, but now, they think I’m not. I’m some creature, being beaten down by the vicious witch from Voltron on her green, slimy dragon beast.

I crawl from the hole to my grandparents. I see a drawing. One way, it is a blad girl pale, horned, shrouded by black and demons besides her. She is hell. One way, she is a white angel, wings and reathers and the goblin creatures now soft and elegant; dieties of heaven.

My grandma and grandpa are posessed, monsters, pretending they’re normal but I know they’re not. Grandpa begins the chase, I run behind the house and have a running start on the gravel road. I run to the first bunker house with the children as grandpa looked and clawed, turning more and more into a vicious creature as I flew and jumped from one house to the next…

Somehow I was back at grandma and grandpa’s house, looking at a popup book. It showed Satan, masculine and red with fire at the southern equator of the earth holding it up like Atlas, while a harem or pale demoninc denziens were giving him a handjob. At the top, the north of the earth, was the white realm of heaven. An angel was holding, limpy with her hands like she was crufified a chain with a split, suspending the weight of the earth. She, or really, a transgender, was bald and naked, with linins whipping about with the clouds and her wings white and slowly flapping.

I turned the page to another story. There was a white haired, armored demon, dark skinned and almost like a Drow elf. He was in perpetual conflict at the equator of the earth with the right hand of God, the angel Heliosfaux. He had blonde hair, masculine and wearing golden and linen armor.

I was surounded in the room then by these vicious dark goblins inspired from Labyrinth and Bert and Ernie from Seaseme Street. Confused, I soon figured it out. I watched before my eyes the demon rape the sleeping Heliosfaux. There was screaming, crying gay pornography before my eyes!

It was finished and I closed the book, dropping it and heading past the bed. The goblins said that I, too, was to be raped, and there I was struck by a swarm of red thread. They wrapped tightly around my fingers, arms, and legs, pulling me face first on the bed, and I watched as the demon took form, and, with a condom and a tube of pink lube, set about to read himself to have at me.

For some reason, I kept crying out for my sister to help me. There was the fleeting image she was in the room, but it was a trick from the goblins gathered to watch as I was stripped, and looked about, moving, staring at the wall and the bed as I was thrust into, a demon taking me doggy style. I felt arousal, fear, and tears. The room was spinning, I was aware I made noises…but soon, I felt, I wanted it, I wanted this sex he was giving me, red thread around my fingers and the bed creaking with the dream-movements of copulation…

I had woken up when the wall spinned and spinned. It was 11:00 AM.

…..one hell of a dream.

Yanni and Baker Street

Posted in Fun Stuff, News Updates Other Than My Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 19, 2009 by Sahkmet

I DID IT! I HAVE PROOF!

Yanni: A romantic piano-based composer who has fame for making beuatiful melodies that couples love. Very good stuff. He know how to market himself.

Gerry Rafferty: A band form the 70’s. Rock, saxophone and guitar. Classic.

This is one of Yanni’s hits, If I Could Tell You.

This is Gerry’s main hit and classic rock song Baker Street.

Notice something? Like…melody stealing?

Gerry was way, way before Yanni by the way.

Enjoy.

Quick update: No, I really don’t worship her AND James Bond.

Posted in Art, Life Updates with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 17, 2009 by Sahkmet

In about that last note…

Nope, I’ve decided not to worship Sahkmet. I never did, only idolized the ideals, and used her name as a character and a sorta patron of my username domains. :/

Yum.

Next up, I am playing a large piano part with my youth orchestra, The Dearborn Youth Symphony. I feel so fantastic! I haven’t done anything so important since last year! I’m so happy! I’m doing the Bond theme, For Your Eyes Only and Live and Let Die.

Tonight I do concessions work at the Redford Theatre for the showing of The Great Escape.

Also, enjoy this beautiful piece of art I did.

It is titled, Death in Spring.

So happy. So cheery.

Sekhmet is still Worshipped?

Posted in Fun Stuff, Life Updates, News Updates Other Than My Life with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 16, 2009 by Sahkmet

So I’m on my Gaia account one day…



As a kid I Larped Sahkmet *the spelling I use*. Sahkmet is a goddess from Egyptain mytholigy.  She was the daughter of the son god Ra and would show his wrath in his name. She is the consort of the craftsman god Ptah.  She has the head of a lion, a sun disc on her head. She is the goddess of Wrath, Power, the control of nature. She was worshipped at apothecaries.  She was the divine symbolic form, as fire, of women.  Strong women.

So, apparently, she is worshipped TODAY either as one of the many names of a feminine form of nature, a spirit, a goddess…or as her own as Sahkmet the Goddess from Egypt.

How did I find out? I was on Gaiaonline, doing the Easter event, and one of her worshippers found me and we started chatting through PM. There’s an entire temple in Neveda to her even. And a Yahoo group even.

There’s some sort of phenomon of women suddenly encountering in their dreams Sahkmet, talking to them, whether they were doing wiccan worship or even thinking.

As for me, I used Sahkmet as like a totem-animal in a way. I wanted and still want to have a dominant personality, strength and physical strength, confidence and wisdom while dealing with the dog-eat-dog world of nature. I used to larp her with my siblings in an Egyptain-like country ruled by her, a wise figure, not yet meddling with all the espionage plans from the Peaceful Vegitarians or the war mongers…we had eleborate sci-fi like plots. Sahkmet was a wise vicious woman.

I grew up of course and now a teenager. In some respect, of course, now you know my internet usernames are usually ‘Sahkmet’. I took her name and applied it to my internet persona. I don’t larp her anymore, and my characters usually have the yellow-and-gold themes of royalty. I still like lions too.

What’s really odd, though, is that I talked occaisonally with a head statue of her at the Detroit Art Museum. Now I didn’t think it too unusual. I talked to my stuffed animals. then my pets. Still do, of course, becaus eehs’e a parakeet and lost her mate. She needs talking to keep her from going insane. But I talked three times out of my many visits with an idol! A god! I really, really, don’t know why I was compelled to talk to her like that but…I talked to her like a person for my whimsy. I got nothing like a response because I wasn’t looking for one. I didn’t think she could be real. That’s silly, right?

Well now all this was brought to my attention and that others have experienced a life with Sahkmet and now worship her…I feel I must have to say this is a coincidence, and they’re confused, and that they worship the IDEAL, not THE SAHKMET. That’s what they’re looking for in a God. Sahkmet’s name is just a temptlate for what they idolize.

For now, I know not what to do. Except, I should probably buy one of those books that are around about Sahkmet worship in the new age. There’s tons of them. Who knew?

I like her, and as a kid, for her qualities. But I have not been actively worshiping her. Now I’m being told she exists and is gaining new followers by being a part of their childhoods. Am I one of them, about to ‘see the light’?

Or is this just confused bogus?

All this disturbs me.