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It’s most /definitely/ on my mind. Surgery on my sinuses is this Wednesday. I don’t know if I’m nervous or excited. I mean....I know it’s gonna HURT, but I’m also hoping it’ll HELP quite a bit... But...nervous or excited it’s definitely on my mind....as was Wall-E....O,o

You see....my dad put on Wall-E last night. I half watched it, half played a game, and didn’t really think much about it (except that LittleK was right when he said that it’s good until we see the Humans and then it’s just kind of ....meh....). I do remember thinking of an artist on DA who humanized the robots (rather ingenious designs, I’ll have to see if I can find the link...), but that’s about it. I went to bed with “I hope I’m feeling better so work isn’t completely miserable” on my mind, memories of Wall-E and no thoughts whatsoever of surgery.

And yet I dream. At first it was a very Wall-E dream. Or at least there was something about a plant and it settling in some inhospitable land (which if I remember right was something like the underworld and Hellboy and Abe were there, Abe trying to talk the plant into leaving ‘cause there wasn’t enough water....or something like that....)

From there my mind moved on to some...like war game kind of thing. There was some guy that was trying to kill me and this group of people and our objective was to stop or kill him. It was just.....part of the game... I’ve got flashes of images from that, but couldn’t give you specifics of what was done.

And finally....my mind moved on to me on the operating table. There was nothing bad about the experience. It was like a pre-op appt or something and the surgeon was looking around and “planning” the procedure out. That changed to me talking to someone about surgery and how it was coming up in just a couple days...and...there was one more, but I can’t remember it anymore.....

But yeah....this is the first time I’ve dreamt about surgery. Again...I couldn’t tell you if I’m nervous or excited but it’s obviously /really/ on my mind now that the date is literally just around the corner. =\

Edit: Bechnokid. =3 That's the artist. Look....

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: my containment box
Current Music: Something from OCRemix.org

And Lucid......I'm either going to seriously scare you, or amuse you.....hopefully it's the latter, 'cause I really can't control these things. ^,^;;

I think this came about because on my way home from work, while chit-chatting on the phone with Dragon, she mentioned making plans to go see Lucid...Labor Day weekend? Yes, I think that's the one. In any case, I just thought that sounded fun. I don't "know" Lucid, we've never actually met or "talked", but I'm an admirer of her writings and we've tossed comments back and forth over email and LJ. =3 So I blame this conversation for last night's dream. O,o...

Dream started out with me picking up Dragon and Lucid from the airport. Okay, okay, So I've no idea what Lucid actually looks like, so the subconscious played that off nicely and I never actually remember "seeing" the woman that dream knowledge said was Lucid (or at least not enough to describe her anyway), but...*shrugs* It was her, so says the Knowledge of the Dream.

Lucid had actually come out this way to go to a couple lectures that some prominent Egyptologists were holding. To save her the money for the hotel and rental car, I offered my place and to give transportation. (Which I would so do, btw, just the way I am. =3;;). Dragon came too, just to come visit. We'd have LOVED to go to the lectures too, but Lucid had bought the tickets some six months ago and when Dragon and I checked only a couple days before all three lecturs were sold out. T~T

I remember the three of us standing around the kitchen and dining room of....actually the house I lived in before this one, nearly eight years ago (wth, subconscious?). We got back there /really/ early morning (like....some 2:00-3:00 am) and decided to have food and talk for a while before trying to get any sleep. And typical case of me not being able to remember conversations in my dreams, but we did have a good time.

I remember having some trouble getting my car out of the driveway when we went to leave for one of the lectures (Dragon and I were going to go hang at a mall or something across the street until Lucid came over after the lecture, she was going to text one of us when she was on the way over (Not call, I think my subconscious remembered that you don't like calling people, even if you know them, so it settled for letting you text. =D;;))

You know....come to think of it, I don't remember if we ever got to the place we were heading....I remember my dream going off into left field about some puppet (Harlequin?) that was left behind when the family moved out of this little house at the back of my property (and GEEZ this place was GORGEOUS!!! ~<3!! It was HUGE, the land green and lots of trees, a path through the woods and a creek that cut it in half just shy of surrounding a field, ~<3). Lucid, Dragon and I came back into the picture as I was showing the two of them around...we were by this creek when we saw the puppet and start talking to it....

And then I woke up. But hey! It was a fun dream.....or creepy....I hope I didn't creep you out, Lucid. ^,^;; As I said above, I really have no control over these things. ^,^;; =D

And I've been wanting to type this up all day, so, there it is.....*slinks away and hopes she didn't traumatize Lucid*

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: my chair
Current Music: none,...whatever is on tv

I really need to upload an DP Icon...

I had...the coolest dream ever last night. This is one of those dreams that has amazing potential for ficage and I’m seriously considering it. Just a few little things to work out that the dream doesn’t cover, but....XD

People...were disappearing. First person to disappear was Jazz. Of course, Danny’s parents call the police and an investigation begins. Well it’s not just Jazz....it’s other people.....all people that Danny knows and has interacted with before....Mr. Lancer, Paulina, Dash, even Danny’s parents disappear, and then Sam and Tucker. Danny’s getting scared! Because not only are /people/ he knows and has talked to (not just talked to, not like acquaintances, “Oh, you’re the bag boy at the grocery store I said hi to that one time”, no these are people that make some sort of a difference in Danny’s life), the ghosts are disappearing too! Even Vlad...

Danny is...devastated. He’s been moved to an orphan home while some relatives are contacted to come get him. Danny is sitting off in a corner, knees pulled up and head buried in his crossed arms when another kid comes up and...points out something strange about Danny. They’re in some sort of like....dance studio, one of the places that the kids can go to unwind and have a good time, so the walls are covered in mirrors. Well Danny’s reflection....isn’t a normal reflection. You could kind of make out his features over the top of things, but....his reflection looked like someone had put mirror in the perfect shape of him in front of this other mirror. You know how that looks, when you’ve got a mirror on either side of you and it looks like you’re looking down a never ending hallways of arches....that’s....what Danny’s reflection looked like.

Okay, now he /knows/ that this has got to be something supernatural, likely some new ghost he’s not faced before. Now that he’s talked to this kid, though, he’s not letting the boy out of his sight....so....he technically kidnaps the boy (who comes willingly enough) and they leave to find out what’s going on. Danny figures that Jazz was the first to disappear, so he goes to look around her room for clues. Yeah, the police have already been there and done that, but none of them have ghost powers and Danny does, so /he’s/ taking a closer look around the room.

What he finds is this small, handheld mirror. This is the only mirror that he can actually see his reflection in and not just a hall of mirrors like he’s a mirror himself. He studies it, and it’s covered in these odd markings he’s never seen before, each carved rune set with either amethyst or rubies, deep and true to their purest colors (has seen basically pink rubies and lavender amethyst before...no, these were deep, rich red and purple). As he turned the mirror back over to look into it again he could see an image of Sam inside of the mirror....he tucks the kid into a corner and goes ghost before diving into the mirror.

The world inside this mirror is dark....just....nothingness all around. But Sam is there, and after a moment of calling to her he /finally/ gets her attention and she looks at him. She’d been leaning on this like....chair or something, sitting on the floor by it and her face tucked into her crossed arms like sleeping....or crying rather when Danny gets a look at her face. Sam’s kind of shocked that she’s been crying, she...doesn’t remember anything, where are they?

Well they can see the “opening” to get out, so Danny grabs her and heads for the mirror’s surface and back to the real world....He did it! He got Sam back! She’s safe! So Danny and Sam decide to take the mirror to a more open place and Danny gets to work at finding and rescuing everyone else. People and ghosts go home and everything seems fine....but...it’s not....not yet. One morning Danny wakes to find that there are little black....hands....starting to form on the people that he rescued. To be honest they reminded me of the darkness that Pride from Fullmetal Alchemist can spread from himself. It’s like tattoos on their’ bodies, started at their feet, and must have stared a few days ago, ‘cause Danny notices it on their arms/hands and at their throats. They don’t see or feel these things though! Only ghosts can see them....and the ghosts are scared and rather /unhappy/ about this!!!!

Jazz is the first one completely covered with the little hands, to Danny, he can’t even see her features anymore, she’s completely /covered/ in pitch black...to everyone else...Jazz has just dropped into a coma....this....this is bad.....this is really bad!!

Things got a little crazy and off track here...I remember Danny in a car with Mai as she slammed into someone else’s car who was trying to block them in and hurt them, and her complaint as she sped onto the freeway with the guys in hot pursuit that there were never any good cops around when you needed them...but again, that got off track, “off topic”.

Honestly, I don’t know how Danny solved things, though dream knowledge finally did let me know that the mirror was like....a really old ghost hunting weapon that had gotten lost. The last ghost caught in it had gained power over time, biding its time for someone to come and take the mirror. I know it needed someone with a strong power to release it, and Danny broke the mirror after he was /sure/ he’d gotten everyone out of it...which had released this /dark/ spirit from within..../Dang!/ XD I wish I could have “finished” this dream to see how my dream mind would have wrapped things up. >D Oh well....I might have to toy with things and see what I can come up with. >D

Ideas? I’m seriously considering writing this, or something similar. >D

Current Mood: artistic
Current Location: my containment box
Current Music: Something from OCRemix.org

Kashin!! Kibou!!! I miss you!! Been thinkin' about you!!!

This post will likely mean nothing to...well...most my flist, but for those of you that brave to read it you’ll get another peek into my mind and some of the oddities therein. You see...I’m notorious for strange dreams....or exciting dreams....dreams that tell stories...etc. etc. etc. When it comes down to it you’ll never know what will happen next. From a plane with dead bodies in it guarded by some freaky and dangerous lazars, to someone having their soul trapped in a bee (wasp actually), to a bunch of dino’s demanding someone to sing for them, to a rather pathetic ninja falling in love with a bunch of kids in need of a little help (Ninja Dan!). =3 And yes....all of these have been parts of dreams I’ve had before. ^,^;;;

Well...last night was a fun one. Kashin, Kibou (a couple of my dearest friends) and I were on the run (running or an urgency of some sort seems to be a trademark of my dreams, btw). We’d either done or...well no....we were innocent so we must have seen something that we shouldn’t have. Likely murder, though the dream never actually made it clear. In any case we saw some bad people commit a crime.

Why didn’t we go to the police? Well.....dream knowledge was something along the lines of....we couldn’t... Like we were sure that if we went to the police we’d be making ourselves sitting ducks for the bad guys. So...we ran.

To be honest this part gets a little fuzzy (always have the fuzzy parts). In any case I remember the three of us ending up at some little Asian buffet...only to have to run for it before we finished our meal. =S;; We didn’t pay either. ^,^;;; We drove over some big, strange and complicated bridge to some...place. ^,^;;...if I remember right we ended up driving in a mall or something and all three of us were kind of panicking on having to find a way out because a car driving down the main walk of an indoor mall is just WAY too conspicuous. We...actually ended up abandoning the car. ^,^;; Just.../left/ it...

Dunno how...scene change maybe, but we ended up in this cave. We went back as far as we could manage, feeling our way along a bit when it got too dark to see....and kind of peeked around some formation and watched the opening for any signs of movement. Someone came in...we’re holding still and being quiet until we lost sight of him, and then we were /listening/ to see if we could figure out where he was. The guy scared the CRAP out of us when he showed up on this ledge beside us and turned on a flashlight in our faces. ^,^;;;

Turned out he was a good guy though. He lived in...or at least near this cave and knew a good part of it in an out. He decided to help us out and let us stay there. He’d bring us food and whatever else we needed. We were /extremely/ grateful for the break. Didn’t last long though...soon the cops tracked us down, and since we ran (how they knew we were there to begin with I’m not entirely sure, but if I had to take a stab of logic to a dream (which can be a frightening thing XD;;) I’d say that the real bad guys made up some story that made them the witnesses and us the killers.)

When it came down to it...we didn’t really fight when the cops found us...once they actually found and cornered us we came easily enough. We were taken to this place...looked like a conference room...only outside. I was mad at the end of a table with a whole bunch of people sitting around the table looking at me. Kashin and Kibou were sitting in chairs behind and to one side of me, as though waiting for their turn in my chair (I was the one to be questioned first, I guess, was the implication of that chair....). I remember being asked questions, though I couldn’t tell you what exactly (it’s rare that I can remember a conversation in my dreams. T_T). I know that Jane (the guy from The Mentalist) was there, with that smile on his face that I love so much. That...knowing smile before he eyes a person and says “interesting”. XD;; Yeah...we didn’t get very far because my alarm decided just then that it was time for me to get up for work, or at least start thinking about getting up for work and so POOF, bye bye dream. Oh well...it was really fun while it lasted, I had a blast being a fugitive with a couple of my close friends. XDDD

*GLOMPS* Love you both!! XDDD