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

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 7, 2009 by Sahkmet

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. >_>

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?