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

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , on March 28, 2010 by Sahkmet

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.

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Kris Kuksi

Posted in Fun Stuff with tags , , , , , , , , on March 17, 2010 by Sahkmet

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.

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , on March 3, 2010 by Sahkmet

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.