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Dream 1-24-10: Big D influences my life

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , on January 24, 2010 by Sahkmet

Dream 1-24-10

The beginning of the dream was that my bed was now on the floor of my room, just the mattress, and Kitleigh and I were having a sleepover sharing the same bed for some reason. I walked in and out of the room *there was some other part of the conversation I’m forgetting* and found dad had picked up and cleaned out the bathroom entirely, including the built in sink. o_O to clean the floor. Thus no toilet, so I couldn’t use it. I went back to the room, and daylight soon became apparent: Kit had to be home by 4 and it was already 1:00, so we went downstairs groggy and sad.

But the kitchen demented: the french doors opened to a corridor much like the dark, curtain-door dressing rooms of a store I recently shopped at. The floor was flooded as I wandered through. However my sister ran ahead of me, giggling, and I was afraid, what with the door beyond was scary *it was a portal!* I looked behind on of the curtains to find a mirror. However to the corner of my eye to the next curtained cubicle with a mirror…Tim Curry as Darkness appeared smiling.

You bet I was scared. I yelled for my sister to return, but too late! I heard him behind me, people screaming, as I ran for the portal…

Getting through, I was, well, I don’t really know. But soon I had gone through into a strange museum, warped from previous visits to the DIA and the Chicago art museum. As I ran, I soon found I was running through a museum of archaic sex toys. The good thing was though, that these didn’t look like…those things at all, but the different galleries and rooms had strange steam punk objects, sculpture art, and other things. Soon the girl following me actually was meant to chase me and hurt me, so I hurried along through a confusing short labyrinth of bedrooms in different styles, before hitting a wall in a very tall, small room. There on the wall was a giant blow-up projection of an internet start page.

Big D, as I call Tim Curry Darkness, was their laughing, and the only way to escape was to type in a new address to go to.  Using incredible mind strength I barely managed to type the address to deviantART…and boom, the wall turned into a doorway. I went through to find myself in a very strange place…a mix of the bridge-view of Hogwarts, another dream from my childhood and lots of greenery. I walked the wooden planks, passing by a group of monks on a hill chanting.

There was a blurry part of the dream. I think I had found I was safe now, and I then became a golden Andalite creature. Once that, powerful and divine and supremely awesome I went back to to the monks. The sick old monk, on the hill in golden robes, was about to die. I stood over him and offered to save him for a price…indeed he paid it, with a kiss, and he was saved.

By now I was waking up, on the gradual trip to being awake: during this my legs were moving as I was waking up and in the dream I was walking away from the hill, and soon, awake.

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Dream 1-16-10: Tim Curry the Sorceror

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , on January 16, 2010 by Sahkmet

Dream 1-16-10

It began when I was touring the countryside around lakes and waters, over bridges and such, with the sorcerer Tim Curry. Frankly, he was dressed as The Dodo from that sci-fi channel movie Alice.

Well quite frankly I was like some…apprentice I guess? But no, I decided to help the people. I don’t remember exactly what I did, but when I jumped off the shore to the giant lake, after apparently helping some people. Tim Curry was very mad…I ran screaming as his Dodo oafish form was rumbling across to me.

I made it to a mutated version of Grandma’s house on a hill in her suburb. Inside was a salon where girls were getting haircuts, along with my brother and sister. My sister was getting hers done whereupon my brother was amusing himself by putting on wigs.

Just then a guy walked in, who was almost bald and looked really cool, which I immediately wanted to impress. I went to the head lady and asked for a  buzzcut like his, since I knew I was right for him. Well she then with a sly smile led me upstairs into a dim living room sort of thing…

She left, and when I followed I couldn’t get out, there’s an invisible barrier! I went backwards, taking out a stick and prepared to fight. But then the two young ladies came back, showing me in the back *which was my grandma’s family room* that my siblings were twitching, eyes glazed open. They were stuck in an alternate version of reality doing written tests! I had to wake them up.

I carried out my brother in my arms through the door, laying him on the ground and trying to talk and yell him to reality He did wake up but he was pretty weak. Then I went for my sister, whereupon it took a long time to wake her up. I had to keep shaking her as I ran down the backyard hill…because there was a bounty hunter showing nets at me!

My brother had ran ahead of me but I was lugged down with my poor sister. I ran and dodged, looking at the bounty hunter as he shot the harpoon nets at me. He had some sort of gas mask and a hat, and certainly ruthless. Soon I made it into the shelter of the trees when I woke up.

Dream 12-11-09: Another Tim Curry chase

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

Dream 12-11-09

I seem to be getting alot of chase dreams back into that olllddd formula again. This time it added a few more: Formula involving parakeet related anxieties, Tim Curry, and my own Wonderland that is located inside the wall at the end or our yard.

It began where I looking into a giant version of the cage where my parakeet, Lollipop, was in. It was located in the garden. As I looked inside there was, well, a baby bird in it! The cage expanded into some sort of aviary in the shade of our garden, and I also saw many birds. Oliver had long since died so, how could she have children? But they were adopted, as the parakeets revealed themselves as puppets, representations of a society to help insane birds like here. Strangely enough dad was in the cage too.

I pulled out some feathers that were attached to the door and was going to use them as new perches for the cage. Unpon inspecting the chicks though, they were many, and looked like ugly miniature apes! Disgusting.

Walking out I went towards the house, while a strange sort of drama occurred. My mind went into a sort of tangent, into a story about a princess running away and then men in robes…one of them Tim Curry apprehending her and, well, bad things happen. I returned back to my own body and was walked out unto a stage for some Girls Scouts. Turns out I was that girl in the past and had completely forgotten it till now! This time Tim Curry was wearing a red suit, and knowing this I began to run with him behind me.

I had run into the side of the garage where apparently, though I could see perfectly, I was half blind somehow. Another thing was the new houses put up next to our lot were not there, and it was just like the grassy swamp it was before. I ran through, back around into the garden. Tim curry was far behind me now…

I was nearing the wall. I begged aloud that the wonderland would return. And, with a bright light and the trees moved away it did! It turned into a gorgeous brick,yellow, and blue water park entrance! I waded through the water happy and glad and into a giant room filled with sports, water, talking happy people…and 90’s clothes. Everything 90’s, the culture of my childhood.

As I waded through glad that, at last, Wonderland came to  me to suit the needs of my escape I was going deeper inside to a door. Along the way however Tim Curry was dressed as a jester Red Wings hocky player, and was stealthily following me! I went through the door and was going through all different rooms of, well, typically 90’s homes and interiors. There were some secret trap doors I went through in their bathrooms into other homes, because since this was my Wonderland, it would suit my needs.

I felt I was waking up, which would explain when I tried to press the tiles of this last bathroom with Tim Curry closing in it didn’t work, and I pretended ot be whisked to the side into blackness to escape his fearful clutches…but it was a lie, for I woke up with the alarm.

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. >_>

Art Update: 3-25-09. Scrapilicious Bowie

Posted in Art with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 25, 2009 by Sahkmet

Art Update 3-25-09.

A scrap and horrible face of Jareth from Labyrinth, along with scrappish crap.

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AWFUL drawing of Jareth and Tim Curry.

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And more scrapish! The main doodle is by my sister.

And more scrapish! The main doodle is by my sister.

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An exhausted character of mine from my GMD fanfic The Mousetrap

An exhausted character of mine from my GMD fanfic The Mousetrap

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Head-shots of Jareth and Dracula.

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Hugo the Black Clown prepares to enjoy his delicious mortal meal...

Hugo the Black Clown prepares to enjoy his delicious mortal meal...

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Well that’s about it! Enjoy!

O_O CLOWNS! A Dream.

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 3-22-09.

I await Bella, from Twilight, to run the length of the fence in the English countryside. A crowd gathers at a gravel pit in front of some buildings from a previous dream. I stand, and runa nd watch.

Then Pennywise the Dancing Clown pops up out of the turf.

Don’t see me! Please don’t Oh GOD! I think as I back away. Hopefully he will be distracted by ALL the people running away screaming from the evil clown. I run into the building, frigthened, go through a couple of levels and at the back on the conrecte of the place.

I go back, happy and safe, to a living room down some short wide steps, like a school. And there is Pennywise, socializing with some Confederate Civil War officers.

O_O I squeal and start backing away hoping he didn’t see me and he’s doing other things…but when I go back to the back of the building again and walking on the sides to another entrance, I turn and look behind me and…Pennywise is walking at a fast pace towards me with his evil smile.

I start running…it’s a long ways away! I keep turning my head and he’s still at the same paces away from me! All chuckling and evil and my breath is ragged, I start screamign and whimpering and whining, frightened to wit’s end! I swear I was at this point doing it loudly in my sleep…there were tears in my eyes!

I made it in, flew up the stairs to the previous level. There was a giant, long long hall of rooms and banquests and several dress parties and books. I leaned agianst the railing in the dark of the stairs up there. I felt calm and relaxed. Then I followed my old Girl Scout troop, somehow I was in my orange prom dress, and followed to dinner in the first room.

Then I looked to the stairs and Pennywise was coming. For me.

We were all scremaing and panicking by then! I ran out the room, however it was laboured and I was wearing a dress! I went through more dinners and banquets and DARED NOT TO LOOK BACK. Then I was through the maze of used books by the piles! In fact I felt he was so close as I went through, screaming and gasping I was climbing over the walls…a big wall and then I fell.

I landed on my sides and my leg was broken. I could feel the pain! The humiluation of not being able to run and move while…while…P-Pennyw-wise w-was…standing…r-right there looking d-down at me…

People were watching but couldn’t do a thing. I was kicked and I crawled down the shute into…downdowndown…

I landed on a pile of newspapers and a heatlamp. It was an abandoned half-done office with glass winodws all around. It was a half circle. With nylon strech cubicle walls for to make three rooms and the round part of the blue carpet room I was in was the hallways.  I dragged myself, no crawled to one room with a pond, tiled floor, a fireplace and half finished and styrofoam everywhere. I knew this building, looking outside the window I was under the big complex but the building was big and I was under a big overhanging…lost…abandonded…

I crawled to the other room. It had a toilet and a mass of tall intricate pipes going up to an overhanging with brown dirt in mounds. There were people there, gray haired, old and young…dirty…and holes in burlap up above. I crawled up to the edge, partially hanging on. An old man was talking to me.

“People up above in the greater book store occasionally fall into tunnels and tubs that, through those burlap holes that are rotting, come down here. Pennywise made them and picks us off once and awhile to eat.”

You can bet my face was very very very scared at this point. I crawled down the pipes and down to the floor crawling my way to the half-finished room.

There was paper on the wall with scraggly handwriting and a talking statue that looked alot like my friend Hillary. * O_o* It said…Pennywise would feed me. I could drink from the pond for it was clean and bathe in it. I had a warm fireplace. My sleeping place was the newspapers under the heatlamp. The only way I saw I could amuse myself was playing with the fake plants and Styrofoam. However there was also a black and white thick fashion magazine and I started reading an article about fat ladies capsizing in pools and drowning.

I decided, since I was limber and such, I could escape through the burlap tunnels to freedom, since the old people there did not have enough strength! I also feared I was only here to fatten up for Pennywise like the others up there…and worse. Why was I special?

I crawled up the pipes. I latched, despite hte burdan of my aching leg, to the rim. I asked the old man to help me up.

It was Pennywise that grabbed my arm. With a wicked grin and angry eyes.

The overhang was rising up! He was holding my arm as I dangled high into the air! if I fell I could hurt or even kill myself! I screamed and struggled, pleading with everything I had to please don’t kill me…please don’t…

He was angry I tried to escape. He dropped me.

I clung to the rim before the strength gave out. when I fell I grabbed a pipe halfway, then landed on the hard carpet, pain…weak…watching Pennywise swoop down and drag me by the hands to the window while I was definietely the helpless damsel in distress: however no one was coming to rescue me.

I was flopped and sobbing on the carpet and I felt warm hands on my face and body. He meant not to eat me…but something else as he kneeled by my side with drool from his white and red pasty lips.

Then I woke up.

Seriously dude. SERIOUSLY.

If you don’t know who Pennywise is…