2005-06-03 - 4:48 p.m.
Hallo,
It was not my brother's birthday. I must have been a bit groggy. It was his graduation. It soundly ate the entirety of Saturday, pre-game. It was graduation, painfully boring, and long. He would have skipped it had he known. Now he knows. We then hung out at home a bit, before running home and to game. Game was a big dreaming run which I have to figure out how to complete for this week. I think I have it, but I still need a riddle within a box, wrapped in a mystery, to seal the deal. Sunday we went and bought TV and watched movieness. We also cleaned. Monday we rested at home. Tuesday was at home. Wednesday was dinner at Tuesdays with plans for Thursday. Also visited my mum, brought home shinies. Thursday we stayed in and had dinner. Tonight begins the packing process as I prepare to go to NEW YORK CITY!! I am not as excited as that looks but I am excited. This weekend will be getting ready for the trek and visiting family.
I know I am excited about New York, because I dreamt about it last night.
The dream started at work, where I was goofing off. Then my Boss asked me to join her on a very special outing with some friends of her. Well, it wasn't a trip out for lunch. We trekked into this strange building that was purgatory/hall of the heavens where all the doors led to different places. Some led to heaven, others to the Sahara, etc. I was looking for an old highschool friend of mine. I thought she might be kicking around. The place was a combination of Carnival, Renaissance Architecture, and a strip mall. I shadowed the group I came in with but was mostly looking for the girl. Eventually they came to their door though. I rejoined them, and followed them through into a dessert, which was apparently terrestial. We walked through sandstone cliffs, in wind swept ravines that had blasted through the stone with the years. They came to a hollowed out alcove that had a crack for an entrance. I felt the mojo comming out of it, and decided not to follow. I also realized they were a christian cult, about to unleash some woogie stuff. I wandered away quickly when they started praying in the place. I passed a similar alcove that had been on the left, and felt much better energy comming from it, and thought about it for a moment. Then there was a flash of light from the other, and some very unhappy noises. So I decided to pass on the whole opportunity to sneak into heaven thing. I went back to the hall, and re-entered right infront of the door to heaven, which was large, wooden, and had two white guys guarding it. I thought about knocking, but once again, declined. It began to open, and I scuttled my butt onward. I managed to overhear that the group I had been with did end up in heaven, but got kicked out, scarred, and lost an eye apiece. I reconsidered going back as the Norse Myths spun though my head, but kept to just getting home. So I came out near New York at a very fancy, very white cocktail party. I decided it was a nice place, with golf-carts, wealth, and booze, and idled there for a bit. The party came to an abrupt halt though when the CIA came after me, for being responsible for the scarring and suffering of those Christian Cultists. So I hightailed it into New York, where I immediately got a really shitty motel room to freshen up in. Took a shower and what not, and went to get lost in the masses. As I was trying to get into the crowds, I was approached by a 7ft. actress, blonde and pretty in that I work in horror movies way. She had just released a Zombie film, and was looking for real feedback from "people." She apparently thought I was a person and started talking to me rapidly about her new movie, asking my opinion on everything from her movie to her eye color. During this, he rpublicist handed me a paper that released them from legal obligation should I talk about the subject of X. The publicist could not tell me what x was, because it sent the 7ft. tall blonde actress of doom into a killing rage, and this was the only way to warn me. So I am trying to read it, but it is slow going, because it is a dream, when the alarm goes off, and I have to wake up.
I know that was pointless, but it was fun
