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Dream 7-25-09: Pennywise and Sailor Moon.

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 29, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 7-25-09.
At Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp, 2009 Session II.

It was the dark room from my childhood, the room where I had my sleepover in my first girl scout troop. There Pennywise appeared, saying he wanted to eat and rape me at the same time. With fear, obviously I began to run, moving away from his slowly advancing form. Then, he decided to stalk and chase Tim Curry in the room, since Tim Curry played his role and *like the 7th Nightmare on Elm Street movie* he wanted to terroize him.

I sorted the Tim Curry movies in one of the cabnits in our kitchen. Then, going outside past some past dream landscapes it was sunny and there was the building we were in *we being me, my siblings and mom*was the forbidden palace.

We were in the parking lot, and there was the partiality of a Winnie the Pooh rollarcoaster. The coaster was a silver Volkswagen beetle mom hijacked, and in it we went over the cliff edge…into a puddle of water that turned into a blue and purple-mauve friendship bracelet. We got out, dissapointed it was not even finished!

And so, heading across the street, nighttime, to our neighbor’s yard. Sailor Moon, Mercury and Venus had spied, but Venus was the betrayer! We were surrounded by these evil versions of power rangers, and this fat middle aged man with long brown hair. We were waiting for Sailor Jupiter, but she didn’t come, and so I turned into a sailor scout with green and mauve purple-blue colors!

I was weak though, and in the fight I was easily gropped and captured in the fat man’s arms. As I struggled and became controted, small, I saw this strobe light vision of a man in the night, with a strobe light, being crushes by a snowball with a pine tree in the middle.

The End.

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.



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.

The Dream Bait

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , on April 8, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream the night of 3-7-09.

All seemed well. I crouched in the basement, along with thousands of others. Somehow I was here, and told to sleep…all my mind, was enslaved to the one thought; my body was needed no more.

Then I was in the swamp, with my siblings. We were playing, happily in the sunshine. But I knew thus it was a dream. A dream I did not like, the fact my body was weird to the Single Thought, under the influence of whatever evil the old geezers and Victorian women thought.

Then Freddy Krueger was there. He smiled and laughed, claws out and ready and chased us, chased us through the garden as I ran about. He stabbed at children, innocents, fleeing around in the yard. I stood behind a tree watching him kill and lash out like a beast. Then he noticed me.

I was pretty sure I had made a noise, a whimper, when I was sleeping. It felt like I had, for sometimes I can feel that I reacted out of the dream. It was a whimper. I ran, behind the shed, with him behind me, to the house. The shifting, changing house that it was. I saw my own body, like the others in the giant warehouse basement, kneeled and locked in the dream, focused on that one aspect, nothing more. I lept into my body and awoke.

I knew I must escape. what they were doing was wrong. I flew through the wall, and looked up to see the my bedroom windows. I flew up there, got dressed in a nice dress, as they made me wore, and flew down, beginning my trek to the street and down the road.

It seemed a long, long while, as I knew they would try to capture me and bring me back. I stopped to rest near the end of the street, and who should drive up but Grandma! But, she was one of them and grappled me into the car, driving me back.

Soon my house looked like a big church with dark brown bricks. I was inside, there was a party going to be on and all the linked, focused-sleeping people were inside the auditorium. I wandered outside in the hall, planning my escape. However a familiar old man told me to join them as I should, for I am but a tool and it is my rightful place. I pretended to be interested, wandered outside to the patio garden, and made my way to fly up to my room again through the window.

I procedded to dress in a very unique way. I thought I could fool them that I was a special being. The words swan, flower, maiden kept coming to my mind, and I put on a flowing gown. One half, the front was ruffled and white, while the back was a trailing red and black satin. I went down some hotel stairs, looking for the 3rd floor elevator, got in…but the top was open, and so I flew out and almost floated into a black abyss.

Stepping out, I was now on a dark beach, with a sunlight sky and a dark, brooding, pointed Gothic castle, long like a hall, with the poor dream-locked people inside, and overseeing the ocean, was the porch where my mother stood and a vicious, skinny, and vile-looking character who I assumed was the leader of this dream operation. I put a rack of antlars on my head, and flew about the building as a sinious dragon, undulating in the air, causing them to be in distress as the people awoke from the focused slumber into reality, from their dreams and made to be away from this orginization of the ignorant.

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.


Posted in Fun Stuff with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 14, 2009 by Sahkmet

I give you…the best MadTV sketch EVER.

Coincidentally, my mom when she worked at Taco Bell accidently stuck an ice pick through her hand…kinda like the poor guy with the spork, actually…

SNL sketch of a kick-butt taco.