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My Old Handwritten Dream Diary

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 30, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dreams from the past.

Whilst rearranging my drawers of my bedstands, I found my old draconic-looking notebook. Inside I kept track of a few important dreams of mine from yonder, hand-written by a sloppy dark pen.

My most important dream ever was recorded here.

Dream Feburary 1, 2006. Grandma’s house overnight.

I was passing strange creatures in cloudy wodded areas. Then, I saw things along with a realisitic Grim Reaper, enter a labyrinth. I saw the top, and the reaper left.

I seemed to be wearing blue. I entered the pathway and watched myself walk to a doorway. I then had realizied that I was to decode the wall and get into the tomb to save the last of the humans. Then there was a time limit. It seemed like a game, to decode. I had to find clues in a book of altered Shakesphere plays. One was about a boy starting a choir. Then, Death was slowly coming to me in the maze. The dream skipped the opening of the door, and walked into the hallway into the ivy tomb. I saw images of people rejoicing and thanking the Lord and me for saving them.

Then, the time was up. I had done the mission, but then Death appeared. My name was not in the book of death and I answered, ‘Why have you come?’ He answered ‘Because I want to.’ Suddenly a scream was heard, and what seemed to be my dad with the people burst into the tomb.

Everywhere, blood and guts were splattered. There, the blood was my blood. I had died a needless gorey death. All that was left on an alter was a sipke of thing wood and the shredded red muscle meat of my body, piked in a quivering pile.

Death was on trial. The people had my remains on a funeraly pyre, and they were booing and crying out at the evil of Death. Death had wanted to kill me, and succedded. Death lied that he felt sorry for killing me. He then left the crying people, and suddenly Death was bound with wires. He yelled in fear, as if the Gods would punish him, but there was a thick fat vile man, creating more evil to Death’s bones. Then, Death made a vile, hearty echoing laugh of evil, and his laugh of triumph carried off as the scene rose up into the blue misty evening sky through a valley, at the sound of violins. Then I woke up at 4:15 AM.

I believe the terrifle thing showed my sacrifice for the good to live. But my sacrifice was in vain.

Well wans’t that delightful?

Now for I recorded the earliest dream I remembered. 1995?

I had created flower people and a pansy-flower girl looked like a holland dutch girl with shoes, bonnet and dress. She was a princess fairy, and she stumbled unto a bee’s nest in the maple tree by our driveway. Then she fell into a pit dug by Mr. Beetle of “Thumbelina”. He then sounded like a song we heard in our childhood about a Jamacian tax man. He was gambling at a table dishing out cards with the girl behind him tied up, and she was dressed in rags.

Another early dream from a stay up north, maybe less or a year more after that one.

Captain Hook was at the end of a multi-colored lane in the dining hall and kitchen up North. He was urging us to go on it and lead to him.

(Note: My grandma’s house was the only time we could watch Peter Pan.)

This one was much later. I think maybe 2005, 06.

Another dream was weird. A large, dark aviary took up the entire large family room up North. I went out of it, and it had budgies in it. I went into the kitchen to find a red carpetted hallway that was tall and went really way down. The cieling was high and I ran down it. I came across a room where there was an orchestra rehearsal in the yellow lighted room. My brother and sister were tumbling about further down the hallway in the distance.

As it’s written, “Still another”.

I was a white bat and I was trying to fly over a mini highway in the garden with the ice cream cones. Then, a person grabbed my ankle and tried to pull me back, but I won and went into the swamp to a lake. When the bat awoke, I was in a boat on the tall Wall at the end of our yard, still being hunted by the person.

This was the last dream entry of the book.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the little peek into my childhood subconcious. Early on my dreams were mostly set at my grandmothers….but from that last one, more and more till this very day it deals with my front and back yard, down the street left and right and the wonderland hidden in the Wall.

Venger and the Wall. Dream 6-22-09

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 22, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 6-22-09.

This is quite a long dream, and so the true beginning is quite muffled. I believe it started as I was Diana from the Dungeons and Dragons The Animated Series, an 80’s cult classic cartoon I have been currently re-obsessing about again.

Then it switched to multiple views. I was watching and wanting them, in the darkness of a garden at night, get more advanced and adultish clothing. I was basically in a way guiding and drawing their new powerful clothes. Then their enemy Venger came into view and started to attack, and I used them one by one to attack Venger! Unfortunately they were fallen as their weapons did now good. Venger looked at me, and I took off running.

The garden at night appeared to be in the back of our house. I ran, ran across into the stretched-out garden yard to the wall. I was at the left by the fence and the neighbor’s grass lawn and I went running by the wall to the right side. But Venger had gone over to await me there, and so I was running back and forth trying to evade him. His purposes I could not tell, but is felt so real, the pounding of the heart, my heavy breathing and even a few small screams.

Eventually there was an Arab older man I had never seen before trying to help him catch me, and my ends sealed, I began the memory: My own wonderland was to be accessed through the wall, as had my other dream! I could be safe!

There was a large pot, and shrugging off the impossible I dug inside the dirt. Soon I was at the foot of the department store as before, but it wasn’t that busy with the gentlemen. As I entered half the lights weren’t on. Some items were boxed in cardboard. I went through ot the Victorian rooms but they were stripped of everything. And when I entered the room of the satyrs, their plants were stripped, and they and all the citizens of the land were weeping and pointing fingers at me. Scared and concerned, but still eager to press on and check on things, I went through the room, the floor once again in a frenzy of turning cartoonish. I heard the voice of ‘welcome’. I saw people tired, like over-worked and fatigued servants, point and show the Mackinac fountain park and the general store. I looked around, seeing hte full extant of depression and decay of a former decadent fantasy.

And therein I heard the Candy Man. His voice was like Ian Mckellen and someone else I cannot place. It was as if he was chastising me. Perhaps because I escaped into this world when I shouldn’t have? That I should not run away from my problems to here! And then I saw him. this time he was dressed in a dark green suit jacket, a brown bowler hat and beige pants with his bamboo cane. He looked at me disapprovingly.

And so, unwelcome I left, scared and back into the real world. It was now light outside.

This part of the dream I am having trouble remembering what happened, but in that blurr of memory there was something…about Venger and my dad. and then after that I remember being chased again to the wall, but I was feeling quite bored. I went into the pot and found the miniaturized entrance to escape again but…it would not let me in. This situation was something I must do with, and not run away.

And so, I think that was the end of the dream. I can remember no more.

Enjoy.

Didier Ze Mime

Posted in Fun Stuff with tags , , , , , , on June 9, 2009 by Sahkmet

There is an internet sensation slowly amass of Didier, a mime from France. He has produced and still does funny and sometimes adult-humor sketches on his website and youtube. Very funny to check out, if you are the type who is not so annoyed with mimes.

Didier Ze Mime website.

Didier’s Twitter.

Godly Cartoon Smite. Dream 6-8-09.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 6-8-09.

I was in my house. My family was too. I went into the driveway, hearing thunder in the distance. As I strolled about the front yard I realized that today, around the world, was the re-enactment of the plaques Moses did to Egypt! I headed inside and was frightened, for I always am when cosmic anomalies arise. My siblings and family throughout the house were in wonder and foreboding terror as the sun quickly set and darkness, like a blanket move in on the evening sky in one wave. All was dark save the moon, yellow, dripping.

I was chatting with Andi my friend, and she was reporting the same thing at her home. But it was on the news this was not related to the bible: there were aliens, going about incinerating. For in the distance in the sky and the loud sound of thunder and ominous loud things, it was a swarm of alien ships coming closer, and closer, dead on in our direction on my street. I typed ‘bye’ to Andi and prepared to make my family run, run, run while they can.

They did not listen, instead to hide in the basement and face this threat. I warned the house could be incinerated by the fire, but no, they did no move. I watched as the aliens busted through with space ships and warriors through the gate of our street the neighbors were bracing. One of them the commander had possessed a body of a man and was in our house, gloating in a distorted voice our deaths and agonies.

When he went into another room I ran outside. Deep into the backyard, through the trees on the left of our large yard, into the neighbor’s bushy undergrowth and climbed over the layers of walls. I new I had to reach safty, where ever it was. I remembered several dreams and I knew, just knew, there was a world beyond where I could escape.

I was the walls. Leaping up and unto I knew I had passed into the realm of the fantasy. I crawled through the layer maze of holes in the upper wall in the blue sky, encountering creatures and Mr. Nowhere man, pools of water, finally…

I had reached the department store! People demented and dressed elegantly, and I flew over them towards the next room to the right. There were terraces *all this was obviously indoor and enclosed* and people in normal clothing from the 1800’s.  I flew over them, smiling.

I soon came to another room festooned with light and a cartoon boardwalk of brick, floating in a the shallow water. There were plants and jungle stuff, and a room by the dividing wall. I went inside and saw satyr people, devils and Jesus having sex. I was suddenly put inside one of their heads in an orgy, fucking one another as a goat man. Soon I flew out of the head, and continued walking my journey past the twisted room of the sexual satyrs. People were walking by me, from all sorts of rooms. People, children, satyrs, the 18000’s people, cartoon creations, etc. But I felt watched.

Soon I encounterd a long counter top dividing me.  I leaped over and discovered on the other side of the countertop was chips and onion rings roasting in an oven. I was certainly so glad after having a gay sexual escapade fucking Jesus with Satan. For there to my front was a recreation of Mackinac island, this dimly lit swimming pool and fountain. As I waded in and out of the cold water to go towards the light around it, I felt watched.

Watched by a mix of Count Olaf, Dr. Who’s face and wearing a pink and white pinstripe vaudeville suit. He was on a porch looking above, and I left to the left.

There was a general store and restaurant, and looking out I saw the sky! I went to there, and there was a jungle! Green and lush! And lo and behold a tourist large viking boat boarding passengers. I however went closer to the light *realizing that the jungle would lead back to the swamp next to my yard, back to reality* and walks on the wooden floating plank dock and towards the edge. There I saw the source of true sunlight in all this enclosure: a bubble window overlooking the destroyed Detroit city of reality.

So I determined, I must live here to be safe from the outside world I went into the general store of the people and cartoons where, the Candy Man *as I called him* was there! He smiled and started to grab and chase me! I went through the fountain, over the countertop in his pursuit, through the brick boardwalk and thought I lost him admits the throngs of the Satyrs.  I thought.

I knew I must escape back into reality, for I would be endlessly pursued by the horny Candy Man. I went back to the large bubble window, towering over me. Tot he left were the wishing rooms.

One room was for the random wishes of treasure. Another for the random wishes of life-positions of power. And another, the random wishes to go home! so I went in, the Candy Man watching…I was granted and walked down underneath the tent…crawled…

And ended up under the stair case of a college. there I saw my sister, happy and alive at college!

But alas I felt compelled and took her along to show her around. There I back tracked, showed her the chips, the Mackinac Island water park, the general store and ended where I described the cartoon bricks of the Satyr room.

And then I saw the Candy Man standing there clutching his bamboo hooked cane.

And then, I had awoken. Loosing my fantasy world.

Ashes to Ashes: A Batman Fanfilm

Posted in Fun Stuff, Movie Reviews with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 2, 2009 by Sahkmet

Ashes to Ashes


I have come across a very interesting, French, big budget fanfilm of the Batmanverse. Grim and in my opinion extremely awesome. A depressing portrait of a man who was unfortunately involved with Harleene and The Joker.

I personally find the compositional format of black, red and white throughout this high-contrast movie *reminiscant of 300* to match the Harleene theme and a gothic style comic book format.

*WARNING* Violence, sex, bad words in French.

English subtitles.

Official website.

The movie.