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Dream 8-11-09: Swamp and VHD

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 11, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 8-11-09.

The beginning was the garden. The garden however, behind the grove o our yard was a swamp with pond weeds and scum. I was boated on floating sticks across the unknown depths of the bad water to the old fashioned pick up truck where stacks upon stacks of unknown, made-up gray Pink Floyd album and a tall tower of ceramic bowls tied with twine.  However the truck moved, and they fell into the water! Dad would be so mad!

I went to step on the sticks to get them and to shore, however my sister wouldn’t toss me them. So I leaped, and waded in the shallow water to shore. The shore being the back of our shed.

As I walked with my sister it was dark out, and where the other sheds were was farther away and a cottage. I was reading a Vampire Hunter D book where it said this village the Noble gives all the boys entering the village a test in these caves before he decides if one is to be at his pleasure. “He has a, shall we say, fondness for the males.” My sister giggled as I read it aloud.

Soon the image of Vampire Hunter D in a red tight weird hole…locked in and it looks like a red, smoother inside of a large geode. Well, next was a yellow and a blue one, with two rabbity creatures dying. Soon the vision ended and the vampire Noble *who looked like Count in the first VHD book* soon was carrying weakened D under his arm. The Noble had a greenish fine frock coat with yellowish long lacy sleeves, and D’s face was being twisted and distorted for a few moments…nonetheless I was being taken along by an invisible leash. The Noble was also bi, not gay. He had to keep up appearances anyways by having some lady!

We were led inside by some servants to the cottage, as the Noble went to a large sink and counter in the woods for his medicine. We sat at a table *familiar from the house I went to two days ago* and soon he returned with those delicious Chinese dumplings with the chives!

I ate alot of them, worried for D, and when the Noble left to get some of my ‘old friends’ D told me these were drugged with sleep drugs. The Noble meant for me to sleep while he had D…which was not very nice considering int he REALITY of the canon, Vampire Hunter D is basically invincible, and it would certainly be impossible really to rape him.

At this point the door opened and somehow I had short black hair. Outside looked in two ‘old friends of mine’ *who I had never seen before* a Pansy-flower faced lady in blue and another with dark hair in yellow.

I rubbed my head as the door immediately shut, somehow removing my straight short black hair out of a weird tie in the front, and I was wearing red. Then I was feeling loopy, strange colors as the drug took effect. Immediately I wandered into a room *again, familiar from my grandma’s house* with D, and I had a split person of myself, a hologram of a yellow dancing man on the wall. I flopped on the bed I was to share with the Noble and D *it could fit 3 as the Noble always expected* and soon fell asleep.

At this pointI woke up, once again. But went right back to sleep!

And so the dream weirdly continued. I flew to the garden and the edge of our swamp to the right. It was an airforce base where I worked. I landed, looking and walking about, past the All-Women’s-Air-Force unit with a meeting in the cockpit of a fighter plane. I watched the workers, taking over the night shift into the morning, clear and work at the desk I had worked at *supposedly* earlier in the night. All was fine as the sun rose over the morphing-in-size, bustling airport.

The End.

Pavi Museum Blue Lake: Dream 5-14-09

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 14, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 5-14-09.

Somehow it all began, on Beech Road, where I dressed up as the Penguin on Gaiaonline, a website I go to for fun.

Then, I saw people angry at me, as I move with my laptop up the road away from my house because I didn’t use the ‘proper’ penguin items. I felt stalked, and lost, and began to ran. There was danger, I was running from something…as I went down Eisenhower Road, *where it leads to an elementary school I used to go to* and behind me, down the winding path of the woddsy green suburbia was the light of a car…it was night.

I ran and ran, and there on a hill I saw a weird…veranda porch thing, which I went inside following a black man. Inside was white kinda-casual office room, with celebirties which I cna’t recall. One of them was one of the Largo siblings from Repo! The Genetic Opera which I hadn’t seen that movie yet. However there was one character that freaks me out, and that’s one of her brothers, Pavi Largo. With fear I entered the next room, which was dark and there standing was Pavi Largo and Marilyn Manson himself! I shied away from them, but they didn’t appear to give me much attention, and I went across the room to some steps, into a dark room that had curtains that let in very little light. There was a stainded glass pane of…like…a purple-green designs, it moved…and pointed to a door.

I went out and swam in the lake. I was very happy in my blue bathing suit and came back. Somehow I was on a ground level of sand with teenagers about, and the porch-veranda over there! There was also another porch but it was taller *the other porch-veranda was on a hill, that abrutply was cut off by the other one at ground level* I saw a person fall out of a chute in the middle, screaming in shallow water before crawling otu and running away, and then KISS was preforming there. The people in the fold up chairs watching had laughed at the person, now enjoyin the rock conert.

Dad was there besides me, and because apparently I worked here I got in free. I was in charge of the fire alarm and, looking at the black man at the porch thing, I knw I had some responsibility to do and that I really didn’t want it. for the fire alarm, I had to play this simple sheet music which I lied to dad that I knew it, and had instructions in case of an underground fire. Apparently, there were caves.

Dad left and I wandered about, and went back into the veranda so I could go swimming again. However, no one was inside, and as I explored the dark room in the far right corner was not the end, but hallways of dimly lit dressing room. There was a large space against the wall I looked at. And turned around to face Pavi Largo and Marilyn Manson, who were advancing on me and pinned me to the wall and floor.

I struggled, confused about the Manson part but I was being subject to kissing and their weights combined on my person. Manson was ravishing my neck and groping in my shirt while Pavi…his hands were touching me, in my jeans fondling me and making me gasp and moan. He was smiling and I just kept staring, fading in and out of  sensation before being pushed down. I crawled, blindly, and fell down the chute, and into the water of that porch, crawling out hoping the crowd would pity a victim of violation. I crawled, crawled to a greek temple filled with light and made it to my feet.

There, I met Andi who was smiling and handed me her pet Dachsund, while I was tyring to tel lher Pavi could have raped me. She ran off, and I walked the dog around the temple…then looked down off the edge. We were in the sky over a glacial snowy landscape, the ‘second floor’ The veranda iin the corner wiht the black man, and some buildings, pillars around the swaying in imaginary wind, with some rich old people inside oblivious to the danger.

I woke up.

………..

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2009 by Sahkmet

My parents lost all their jobs.

If there is no hope and money, I may be living with my siblings at grandma’s house with no internet.

Other than that, me and my brother and sister don’t know my parent’s plans if they don’t get jobs and enough income to make the house payment next month.

If…if it comes to worse…my dad could be working somewhere in another city out of Michigan sending money home.

If worse……I would be sent off to live with my aunt, who has her own teenager, in California. Imagine that, myself from the midwest all my life, my home at the Detroit art museum, fine weather….my…my house, my PRIVACY, my familiar surroundings just…just taken away and I would be transplanted to the state of dreams. But at least I wouldn’t be alone. I would be with cousins I’ve never really got to truly know. Aunt Margo is awesome.

I’m mainly worried about how my dad’s health will degrade with each agonizing day. It doesn’t show much physically, but it will hit him. Hard.

And then, all my toys from my childhood and my items and belongings…moving from out of this house would be horrible. My Megablocks toys I loved might be left behind. Even Barbie. We could accidentally leave behind important works. And what about the piano?  Our home is small and our garage is packed. We’re a family of five with a retarded dog, a fat rabbit, fish tank *which we’re going to sell some of the fish. A few are worth around $30-200* and a lonely parakeet. I guess, eh, I feel safe at least that we could send most of our stored toys *which will be passed to my own kids* divided up with both of my grandmothers.

I can deal with sacrifice of food. No fancy ice cream. I have enough clothes and outfits for different business, casual, job and concert occasions. As soon as I can drive by myself, I can try and apply for a job.

My sister is doing way better. My parents had a talk with her, and also the talk was about sex. I think she knows better now. You see, her social-life behavior is more reasonable if she was 16 and more trustworthy…not a wild jailbait 13 year old. And now that we’re conserving money I hope she’ll take it well and not be so wild and bratty.

……other than that, yeah, there’s going to be very emotional and dark art coming round the cornor. Along with the feeling of hopelessness as I distract myself with movies and Youtube.

Three Cheers for Dad’s Editing Skills.

Posted in Life Updates, News Updates Other Than My Life with tags , , , , , , , , on April 7, 2009 by Sahkmet

Only a few of you may know, but my dad does the monthly newsletter for the Redford Theatre, promoting around the town theater-organ concerts, articles, reports on the classic movies that we show, and other fun things.
My dad has also, taking all day, finally learned with his software to download from tape form his video camera, into the computer, into a DVD, and now he has learned to edit it like a primitive Windows Moviemaker and uploaded to Youtube. Ya-hoo!

The Redford Theatre is a restored classic moviehouse from the late 1920’s. All volunteers. Lobby piano *me, part time Nancy and the guy seen in the video only does the Stooges* and theater organ *not church organ* play before the film! We show classics from musicals, to Silent films, to more modern fare at best on original film. Examples include Singing in the Rain, Terminator, Labyrinth, Buster Keaton, Nosferatu, Vincent Price, Karate Kid… If you’re in the area *it’s located outside of Detroit* this is a surely fun place! Most tickets are only $4! Popcorn with real butter! Immense amounts of candy and even homebaked cookies! The theatre with an asian decor! Atmospheric, and showing cartoons.

For more information, go here to the offical website.

Bike Ridin’ Rows: A Dream

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , on April 3, 2009 by Sahkmet

My room was fine, I stood and looked out the hallway.

There was a man. He was dark, short hair, in a large Victorian overcoat. His eyes glittered like rubies. He made his way, making cooing and hissing sounds to my room where I hid and closed the door. He said he was from the parrel-universe. I could see for myself.

I saw again the bathroom. It was normal. I went back to my room, knowing dad had come home and went to bed, smiling as he waved past me and went to his room.

I returned to the bathroom hearing nothing but the wind and darkness. I saw a gaping hole from where the window was; the entire wall was gone. The outside was a turmoil of a dark thunderstorm, my heart was pounding; the world looked like it had ended. The yard, and apartments behind the wall and everything was shattered and gray.

I had passed through into the bathroom and hopped down to the garden. I was in the parrel universe.

It seemed some time had passed, actually. Now it was sunny, the trees were overgrown and I was planting a garden. The world was a mess and so I had planted pumpkins and everything to sustain myself food.

Oddly I saw a mother and a baby deer prancing about. They asked me to join them, and I became a deer! I do not know how but I frolicked through the neighbor’s yard and in the pine trees with them.

It started to snow, and there was the abandoned house over there. I went inside, the whole place was a cozy three room home with sofas and red carpet and walls and a raccoon. Then I saw people outside, and shut the curtains, hoping to not be disturbed with my new deer family.

Somehow I was, for I turned into a human again and had to deal with the mob outside who wanted my food. I ordered them to till up their own yards and plant their food. They all left, carrying packets of seeds.

Again, much time seemed to pass. No longer was I standing in my white nightgown, I had a blue and black skin-tight suit! I decided to check up on my neighborhood *which is a dead end street and long but not too long, surrounded by woods in reality* and got on my matching motorbike and put on my helmet.

There was some deja vu again. In my dreams, my home street is filled with references to other dreams involving my suburb, including houses from another dream, actions, and seeming the street went on for a long, long time. In one dream there was a mansion and inside was the floors falling apart. That was in my dream too. And then one recent dream before that at the end of the road was deep in the woods, near a lake, with a building and an exit sign…it’s hard to describe.

And so on my motor bike I went down, down the road, looking at people’s yards in the sunlight as they plotted their own gardens. I winded and went down the gravel road, pleased at my speed and how fast and cool I was. Then I finally came to the dead end.

There people there, in similar motorbikes and suits and regular bicycles. I dismounted, and hitched myself and the bike on a traveling railway. It was basically, the ‘railway’, a long, curving, metal pole you attach yourself to in rotation which transports people, this metal pole-line, through the misty blueish woods to some building, which I was about to find out. The building had characteristics from that previous dream too.

I got on, whizzing past the forest to the building. Many people were there, mostly children and I entered up the concrete stairs.

There was a giant pool-ground play place. It was actually a Christian church of some sort, people were bathing and playing with their children. They believed they were safe from the outside world, with the preachers teaching and standing at the podiums where they stood. I watched, sneaking into the hotel for a moment and discovered there was a secret movie theatre. I came back out, hoping n one would catch me, and I saw my brother playing with some kids in the swimming pool. I was glad he was safe.

I left through the water park, being looked at like a non-believer and went on my way, to the deju again exit sign, past the winding stairs in the white concrete and people.

Alas, I thought I had parked my bike *somehow or another* outside the building and it was stolen. So I used a speedy, smaller, strange red tricycle. I was pedaling through and through a dreamy downtown, with small buildings, shops and boutiques and a glittery McDonalds arcade, gold and casino place down some of the roads. I peddled quiet fast through, with my odd steering capabilities as the sun set and the day grew gray and cloudy and almost into night.

Soon I had reached the new way to get to my street. There was a wall around and the only way through was to clamber through a breaking-down shack that had belonged to Freddy Krueger. An internet friend of mine and another random person were there with me as he clambered our way to the other side of the wreckage barely standing, that was wooden, warm, red and some green. I had the fear he would come out and attack me, but I made it through and pedaled my way down the road, the sun rising, and feeling happy as I neared home and looked at the gorgeous mansions and houses that in reality, don’t actually exist on my street.

*The End*

St. Patrick’s Day.

Posted in Life Updates, News Updates Other Than My Life with tags , , , , , , , on March 17, 2009 by Sahkmet

Saint Patrick’s Day.

Yep it’s that day again, where there’s drinking, cabbage, corned beef, beer, green and orange, Catholics, and leprechauns. I’m no Catholic, and so is my family. My mom was raised to rebel and wear orange today while dad never cared in a Methodist household. Eh.

So enjoy your day! :3 I’m celebratin’ by watchin’ Doctor Zhivago.