If I could help you any way, there's no sorry in it.
Well, they say you can pick your poison. You really don't know it's poison though, it could always be gatorade or somehting. You think it will replenish your electrolytes- and there you go, you end up with your cells bursting from osimosis, trying to even things out. It's hot in here. And I'm tired. And Jeff Lynne seems to have an obsession with pudding. And it's a real space oddity. The times of today, that is. Sometimes you feel like breaking down, but then fill with relief because it is a feeling. You know you can feel compassion. But it feels like it's tearing you apart. But that's nothing compared to who else. People have real problems. Dramatic stuff. Everyone around you is under pressure, while you just feel the weight of the world on your shoulders. You don't give a Just*n Beib*r about your own problems. You just wish you had more wisdom, more good pieces of advice instead of all your talented rubbish that seems to drip out your fingernails like a boastful fine wine, and even then things sometimes get dried up. And because the sun excapes it's thin boundaries, you start to forget yourself, who you really were in your peak. It all turns to a vat of melancholia, like the whey that is left after you gather all your precious curds. You really want to dump it down the sink- it stinks like diluted urine- but it's too hot from boiling. The only way to do that then would be to permanently damage your hands- preventing you from enjoying any kind of food. It would be over, but the people around you... It gets too tempting. To the point where you lock your self in your room, turn out your lights, and place your hands around your neck. You squeeze. Harder and harder and harder. You squeeze while you watch your face in the mirror turn red to purple, the pressure gathering in your nose until the tears run down your face. Then you let go. Why did you let go? You have no idea. You were a coward. Or was it hope? Hope in the face of the hopeless? You break down. You hate yourself even more. Careless, what were you going to do? You'd hate for anyone to find your body. You wish you could just disapear and accend into the heavens. But you didn't do enough- it wasn't your time.
It stopped striking you for a while, but every once in a while it wasn't enough- you'd break down again. And after that- you wouldn't understand. But it's not about that. No, those times are the times of self pity. You hate yourself instead of loving the world. It's you love of the world, though, that really breaks you. It leaves you with that bittersweetness in the back of your mouth. No- it's like enjoying a bowl of cereal. You satisfy your hunger- the sweet bits of corn or wheat or grain or who knows what it is, taste so sweet on your tounge. You swallow the milk and proceed out the door. But afterwards, the milk creates that weird taste, that really bad taste, you get after drinking milk. The taste accumulates in the back of your throat and soon fades. But is that true? It's really a cycle, it ain't linear, or else I would be the happiest person in the world. No- the world would be better. They would all be happy. I'd like that. I'd really like that. If people stopped hurting- Really understood. Or at least tried, listened to sorrows. Tried listening to sorry, never reacted with hate or violence. If everybody learned to forgive, then stopped acting for the need of forgiveness. I never remotely understood the hate for any person, aside from my self. Never have. Hopefully never will.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Hey man, today I just wanted to say that if you ever want to folow your dreams, eat a banana.
Yes, this is my self portrait. Me and my love for stratocasters. And feathered hats. And bell bottoms. And fake leather jackets. And ipods filled with classic rock. And the name Fandango, the name for my strat. All of which I am in contact with as we speak. YAYS =D
well, peace and love, peace and love, AND I AM NOW 5147 DAYS OLD!!! =D
I've been within the 5140-5150 range for a while... been 7 days, but feels like longer XD
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
"If your going to fail at life, make it a passion." - Some quote I just made up while opening this page to post it on
OKAY- one thing I have to ask... WHY DO I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH!?1?!??!?!?!? WHY???? It dosn't seem like something I'd like BUT IS SO GOOD!!! I LOVE IT LIKE ADAM'S ALL NATURAL CRUNCHY PEANUT BUTTER!- And that is very serious, mind you
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAVhmmPbVPY =D
I don't usually like 80s music, but when it's made by people big in the 60s or 70s you (usually, with the exception of much of Paul McCartney's stuff and a few others) CAN'T GO WRONG! =D
I made a gingerbread house today! it was very decorative, I did the front all fancy, needed somthing on the roof so I did the Led Zeppelin symbols (their fourth album symbols) and drew cartoon Ringo on the back in frosting. It was very pretty, until it caved in. then it was just fancy food. BUT- it still was somewhat good looking- just not as functional as it was in its prime. Like Mick Jagger. Except he's slightly less good looking then somewhat. ANYWAYS, today I had nachos. They were good. I also had a dream about a taco stand. And I should get to sleep. I taught myself how to play the George Harrison version of If Not For You, easier then I thought =)
PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5146 DAYS OLD!!! =D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sAVhmmPbVPY =D
I don't usually like 80s music, but when it's made by people big in the 60s or 70s you (usually, with the exception of much of Paul McCartney's stuff and a few others) CAN'T GO WRONG! =D
I made a gingerbread house today! it was very decorative, I did the front all fancy, needed somthing on the roof so I did the Led Zeppelin symbols (their fourth album symbols) and drew cartoon Ringo on the back in frosting. It was very pretty, until it caved in. then it was just fancy food. BUT- it still was somewhat good looking- just not as functional as it was in its prime. Like Mick Jagger. Except he's slightly less good looking then somewhat. ANYWAYS, today I had nachos. They were good. I also had a dream about a taco stand. And I should get to sleep. I taught myself how to play the George Harrison version of If Not For You, easier then I thought =)
PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5146 DAYS OLD!!! =D
Monday, December 17, 2012
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noun
2.
( lowercase ) disruptive messages, especially commercial messages posted on a computer network or sent as e-mail.
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(def. 1) sp(iced) + (h)am; (other defs.) 1990–95; referring to a comedy routine on Monty Python's Flying Circus, British TV series
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Won't even notice when it's gone, Pagey darling.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Yes, I'm the great pretender...
What is your special? What kind of special are you?
I just stayed up later than I should have writing something that may not be even good 'cause I can hardly think... I am so tired XD I would love to say something more, but I think I should be getting to sleep. Peace and love, peace and love, and I am now 5144 days old =D
I just stayed up later than I should have writing something that may not be even good 'cause I can hardly think... I am so tired XD I would love to say something more, but I think I should be getting to sleep. Peace and love, peace and love, and I am now 5144 days old =D
I was reclining in the back of the bus,
the seats aranged in a circle. Favio and Jasperaine had fallen asleep
somewhere, Jasperaine's legs stretched across the isle. It was very
late, I was surprized I was up. Hariban and Farika were also on the
bus, Hariban face down on the seat across from me, Farika behind a
curtain we set up (we may be strange, but we're gentlemen, at least I
am). Miko was somewhat awake, next to me, trying to move a lock of
hair out of his face with his tounge. This went on for about
thirty-six minuets until Hariban started screaming in his sleep about
his “secret dish”, we all didn't have any clue what that was
about.
“That was bloody anoying.”
Jasperaine laughed,
“Don't even know what that was about”
Hariban shrugged, “I was having a dream about cows.”
“We should really get back to sleep,
might have to do something tomorrow...” Favio yawned.
“You guys go ahead, I ain't really
tired.”
“Suit yourself Liten...” They all
made their way towards the front of the bus. I studdied the barren
landscape outside for a while, barrely lit from behind the
headlights. Wonder if I ever lived in a place like this...My
pondering was inturrupted when someone suddenly sat down in the seat
next to me.
“Sorry if I startled you, I can't
sleep well either...” It was Farika, her sky blue eyes still bright
in the night, reflecting the pale moon.
“No, it's fine, I was getting a bit
bored...” I folded my bony hands together awkwardly, looking over
at her tangled red hair.
“I find that hard to belive,” she
smiled, leaning back, “You seem to always be thinking of
something... Cleaver, arn't you?”
“They do say I'm a cleaver laev... An
ugly one at that...” I chuckled, trying to fix my dark tangled mess
of a beard.
“Don't say that- You look gorgeous
compared to those fat pigs they seat at the top of society these
days,that's for sure.” she laughed quietly- then suddenly became
aware of what she said. “Oh, I didn't mean it like-”
“No, your right, the leaders of the
government to tend to get ugly as they inbreed.” I said, intirely
serious. She cracked up.
“Ah... I don't get why would anyone
would ever want to not listen to you guys... If nothing else you guys
are entertaining!”
“I try my best, that I do. I just
hope we don't come across as flippant- I mean with you, you can just
see your passion- but sometimes we must seem like a joke, don't we?”
She just laughed at that.
“The others, maybe... Jasperaine in
particular, but the things you do... there's passion in that.
Besides, your also an entertainment group, have to give the public
something.”
“I've always wondered about what
exactly that something was that we're giving to the public... What
did you think before you got into all this?”
“You gave me a ticket to join a
revelution. Though I didn't get to hear much about you, being as
remote as I was, I heard about four men going against the whole
world. Figured I could do it too.” She took a bottle out of a bag,
“Bit thirsty with all this dryness... Want a drink?”
“I don't really drink on these
trips... Get motion sickness real easilly anyways...”
“Oh, no, it's tea, don't get too
excited!” she poured a bit in a cup, “Guess you'll be wanting
some?”
“Well, now I might... Not anything
suspicious in that tea, is there?” I smiled.
“The mysterious mint plant- Known to
drive a man insane.”
“Sarcasm, I can dig it.” I took the
cup.
“So, how have you been liking the
countryside so far?” she joked, making a jesture to the endless
plane of sand out of the window.
“Makes my nose itch. Other than that,
it's as exotic as Jasperaine's shorts.” I made her laugh again,
still grinning. “You know, I can't tell if you think what I'm
saying is funny or you're just laughing at my accent.”
“What do you think?”
“I actually think it's my mustache.”
“Or it could be your vest.” she
giggled, pulling on one of the beads.
“What's wrong with my vest? I made
this thing famous, you know.”
“Don't these strings get tangled in
anything?” she grinned, twisting one of the thin strips of leather
in her thin pale fingers.
“Is this some sort of undercover
interview, or do you just really want to feel my vest?”
“Sorry, just a bit tired...”
“You can try it on, if it makes you
happy. Smells like dirt and sweat though. Essence of Liten Aravid.”
she laughed, eyes sparkling. “I know you've been eyeing it, looking
in my direction, I'm going to safely assume it's the threads and not
me.” I slightly laughed, jokingly taking the vest off and handing
it to her.
“Bit big, does smell like sweat,
dirt, smoke, car paint... Has a nice feel to it though...” she
smiled soflty, smoothing out the piece of clothing.
“Next you're going to want one of my
shirts.” I held out the rim of my sleeve. She stroked the fabric,
down my arm and brushed the dark palm of my hand.
“Where do you get your strange
clothing?”
“Markets all around the weirdest
places you've ever scene, call 'em the hippie capitals of the world.”
she laughed,
“Well, better give this back to you
then,” she slipped the vest off, pulled the sleeve past my arm,
wrapping it smoothly across my shoulders, slipping on the other side,
slow and sweet, her long fingernails brushing against my right
shoulder. I leaned back, looking over.
“Are you sure you didn't put anything
in that tea, 'cause I'm feeling something like I havn't felt in a
long time...”
“Only what you put in your curry.”
“Is that when it started?” She her
smiling eyes seemed
Saturday, December 15, 2012
A Night At The Opera
It was the symphony, actually, that's why I'm up so late, that and a big cup of coffee... Have I ever mentioned I'm a tea drinker? XD I could hardly sit still. I could of named this "A Night at the Symphony", but I've never heard of that album, but I'm sure such an album probably exists somewhere... I'LL LOOK IT UP.
I was correct, it is a compilation album of various classical songs by the likes of fancy people from the 1700s who played the harpsichord before the piano was invented... GROOVY... I feel like going to sleep. Before all that, around 16:00 (Lazing on a SATURDAY afternoon, yes) I had a dream about John Lennon and a type writer. it was very simple, I just saw John Lennon using a type writer, and the keys hitting the page, letters in spaces, and the sound it made. Last night I had a dream where Freddie Mercury was still alive and looked like Bob Dylan and was somewhat insane, but still was Freddie. Exept a little more essentric. And he looked like Bob Dylan with a mustache. It was odd. WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW OFFICIALLY 5143 DAYS OLD!!! =D
And just wanted to mention, I'm wearing a shirt that looks like something Robert Plant would wear in the 70s, except with something underneath it. But I CAN'T SAY THAT ABOUT ROGER DALTREY, because not enough people have donated to the Roger Daltrey Needs a Shirt Foundation... You'll come around when you see him preform shirtless 15 years from now.
I was correct, it is a compilation album of various classical songs by the likes of fancy people from the 1700s who played the harpsichord before the piano was invented... GROOVY... I feel like going to sleep. Before all that, around 16:00 (Lazing on a SATURDAY afternoon, yes) I had a dream about John Lennon and a type writer. it was very simple, I just saw John Lennon using a type writer, and the keys hitting the page, letters in spaces, and the sound it made. Last night I had a dream where Freddie Mercury was still alive and looked like Bob Dylan and was somewhat insane, but still was Freddie. Exept a little more essentric. And he looked like Bob Dylan with a mustache. It was odd. WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW OFFICIALLY 5143 DAYS OLD!!! =D
And just wanted to mention, I'm wearing a shirt that looks like something Robert Plant would wear in the 70s, except with something underneath it. But I CAN'T SAY THAT ABOUT ROGER DALTREY, because not enough people have donated to the Roger Daltrey Needs a Shirt Foundation... You'll come around when you see him preform shirtless 15 years from now.
Friday, December 14, 2012
MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR!
I just watched the special they had on the Magical Mystery Tour on PBS, and next they'll show the movie! It was funny hearing peoples' responces, I always thought probably only 1 in 85 people would find the movie "bearable", and 75% of those people would find it "MOST EXELENT", and I am the lattermost of the latter. They were expecting a story with a plot, a nice christmas special. It's not supposed to be a story, or a movie, or whatever- It's a work of art! A rather abstract piece of art, and featuring the best group musicians ever to grace the 20th century, The Beatles!
NOW IT'S STARTING!
OKAY, JUST WATCHED IT... PSYCHEDELLIC, MAN! I expecially like the scene with Paul and the fool on the hill was playing... Ah, love the scenes and the colors... and Ringo and his aunt, seeing him act... And when John was playing with a little girl "Should we give the baloon to George" XD George... His mustache was GREAT XD and I think my VERY FAVORITE PART was the wizards XD that was the best of all. well, peace and love, peace and love, AND I AM NOW 5142 DAYS OLD!!! =D
NOW IT'S STARTING!
OKAY, JUST WATCHED IT... PSYCHEDELLIC, MAN! I expecially like the scene with Paul and the fool on the hill was playing... Ah, love the scenes and the colors... and Ringo and his aunt, seeing him act... And when John was playing with a little girl "Should we give the baloon to George" XD George... His mustache was GREAT XD and I think my VERY FAVORITE PART was the wizards XD that was the best of all. well, peace and love, peace and love, AND I AM NOW 5142 DAYS OLD!!! =D
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Please open up your hearts and donate now to the RDNS fund (the Roger Daltrey Needs a Shirt Fund) and supply a 68 year old Roger Daltrey with a fully functionable buttoned shirt for many concerts to come, starting today. Please consider those out there, either it being a Roger Daltrey or a viewer of Roger Daltrey. Thank you.
IT'S THURSDAY! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? That tomorrow is Friday. I get tired, which I will be supplying my sleapless self with sleep soon.
well, don't have much to do or to say...
Wasn't going to do anything anyway
What do you think, and by the way,
You should really look at your own mind today
I don't really care what you do or wear
any how or any where
What you choose to think and say
How you choose to spend your pay
But please, please don't get in anyone's way
I just spent time... between the letters "y" and the capital "I" that began the sentence before this one. I made a song. it was okay. I might hate it in the morning XD but ah well. it wasn't the song I typed out there, no, that was just random stuff that I don't know yet. WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AN LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5141 DAYS OLD!!! =D
In the song Inside Out, I think Bob Dylan might of took inspiration from some experience with an eye condition in his childhood... Wonder what it's called when you can only see a very certain wave length, though if any color I would pick yellow too.
And he's as short as Ringo, amazing, ain't it? if only I were that tall XD
well, don't have much to do or to say...
Wasn't going to do anything anyway
What do you think, and by the way,
You should really look at your own mind today
I don't really care what you do or wear
any how or any where
What you choose to think and say
How you choose to spend your pay
But please, please don't get in anyone's way
I just spent time... between the letters "y" and the capital "I" that began the sentence before this one. I made a song. it was okay. I might hate it in the morning XD but ah well. it wasn't the song I typed out there, no, that was just random stuff that I don't know yet. WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AN LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5141 DAYS OLD!!! =D
In the song Inside Out, I think Bob Dylan might of took inspiration from some experience with an eye condition in his childhood... Wonder what it's called when you can only see a very certain wave length, though if any color I would pick yellow too.
And he's as short as Ringo, amazing, ain't it? if only I were that tall XD
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
12/12/12
Nine more days according to the mayan calendar... According to my calandar the world ended on December 31, 2011 because I failed to purchase a new one.
This post is dedicated to Ravi Shankar, 4/7/20- 12/11/12. A day late it seems, in this modern world I usually get to know if something happens in a second, unless it's something I care about... Ah, I remember first hearing that strange instrument when I was around 7 years old on a song I didn't know yet to be Norwegian Wood... I had found it to be a sitar played by George Harrison by the time I was 12, happilly downloading the Rubber Soul album, finding the variety of the album quite facinating. Over time I came to know and love George and the rest of the Beatles very well, finding that he was taught the sitar by a good friend, Ravi Shankar. For the longest while I'd have dreams of even just getting to play the instrument, sometimes even mastering it with a single touch as if magic were at work, it was always quite thrilling. So naturally I've always wanted to play the sitar, I just didn't have a Ravi to teach me... or the money to buy one, of coarse. And along with that I became some what of a fan of Ravi Shankar, even having a dream with him in it once, mentioning and refrencing to him like I do the rest of the classic rock icons that sadly no one gets who they even are... One thing I didn't know was that he was 92 years old, and as I say many times, "Why that's older than RINGO!" yes, quite an achievement to live longer than Richard Starkey XD
And on the note of classic rock icons, I have been attempting at small bits of Brian May's soloing... I'm afraid small bits are hard to master XD Millionaire Waltz is a song I've been looking at, pure genius. Well, I should be getting to sleep soon, I celebrated the minuet of 12/12/12 12:12, like I did with 11/11/11 11:11 and 10/10/10 10:10, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5140 DAYS OLD!!! =D
This post is dedicated to Ravi Shankar, 4/7/20- 12/11/12. A day late it seems, in this modern world I usually get to know if something happens in a second, unless it's something I care about... Ah, I remember first hearing that strange instrument when I was around 7 years old on a song I didn't know yet to be Norwegian Wood... I had found it to be a sitar played by George Harrison by the time I was 12, happilly downloading the Rubber Soul album, finding the variety of the album quite facinating. Over time I came to know and love George and the rest of the Beatles very well, finding that he was taught the sitar by a good friend, Ravi Shankar. For the longest while I'd have dreams of even just getting to play the instrument, sometimes even mastering it with a single touch as if magic were at work, it was always quite thrilling. So naturally I've always wanted to play the sitar, I just didn't have a Ravi to teach me... or the money to buy one, of coarse. And along with that I became some what of a fan of Ravi Shankar, even having a dream with him in it once, mentioning and refrencing to him like I do the rest of the classic rock icons that sadly no one gets who they even are... One thing I didn't know was that he was 92 years old, and as I say many times, "Why that's older than RINGO!" yes, quite an achievement to live longer than Richard Starkey XDAnd on the note of classic rock icons, I have been attempting at small bits of Brian May's soloing... I'm afraid small bits are hard to master XD Millionaire Waltz is a song I've been looking at, pure genius. Well, I should be getting to sleep soon, I celebrated the minuet of 12/12/12 12:12, like I did with 11/11/11 11:11 and 10/10/10 10:10, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5140 DAYS OLD!!! =D
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
ARE YOU AT A GREATER RISK OF BEING SCALDED BY A WATER HEATER?
I just did a beutiful sketch that I will probably draw nicer and bigger and make into a nice illustration... It was inspired by this, part of something I read that Yoko wrote a couple of years ago:
Sasha is all white, Micha is all black. They are both gorgeous, classy Persian cats. Charo, on the other hand, is a mutt. John used to have a special love for Charo. “You’ve got a funny face, Charo!” he would say and pat her.
“Yoko, Yoko, you’re supposed to first put the tea bags in, and then the hot water.” John took the role of the teamaker, for being English. So I gave up doing it. It was nice to be up in the middle of the night, when there’s no sound in the house, and sip the tea John would make.
One night, however, John came up with “I was talking to Aunt Mimi this afternoon and she says you are supposed to put the hot water in first. Then the tea bag. I could swear she taught me to put the tea bag in first, but…”
“So all this time, we were doing it wrong?”
“Yeah…”
We both cracked up.
There's more to it, but there's the part that inspired me, I've got them in the kitchen which has been a nice exercise, really makes you think "What would be in a kitchen?" "John and Yoko's kitchen?" "A kitchen in the early 80s?" "What would be on the walls?" and so on... And I added the silluette of Charo in the foreground, needed something there, might as well be one of the cats =D well, peace and love, peace and love, and I am now 5139 days old =D
THE TEAMAKER
by Yoko Ono Lennon
John and I are in our Dakota kitchen in the middle of the night. Three cats: Sasha, Micha and Charo are looking up at John, who is making tea for us two.Sasha is all white, Micha is all black. They are both gorgeous, classy Persian cats. Charo, on the other hand, is a mutt. John used to have a special love for Charo. “You’ve got a funny face, Charo!” he would say and pat her.
“Yoko, Yoko, you’re supposed to first put the tea bags in, and then the hot water.” John took the role of the teamaker, for being English. So I gave up doing it. It was nice to be up in the middle of the night, when there’s no sound in the house, and sip the tea John would make.
One night, however, John came up with “I was talking to Aunt Mimi this afternoon and she says you are supposed to put the hot water in first. Then the tea bag. I could swear she taught me to put the tea bag in first, but…”
“So all this time, we were doing it wrong?”
“Yeah…”
We both cracked up.
There's more to it, but there's the part that inspired me, I've got them in the kitchen which has been a nice exercise, really makes you think "What would be in a kitchen?" "John and Yoko's kitchen?" "A kitchen in the early 80s?" "What would be on the walls?" and so on... And I added the silluette of Charo in the foreground, needed something there, might as well be one of the cats =D well, peace and love, peace and love, and I am now 5139 days old =D
Monday, December 10, 2012
I bet YOU don't have an illegal paperweight.
I just listened/watched a live version of Chuck Berry's Roll Over Beethoven... THAT GUY CAN PLAY GUITAR! (I must confess I'm even confused at if I like his version better than the beatles' version- and usually their version is the best of nearly every song- but this was just purely epic. If they didn't have George singing it...) well, I finished THE LAST OF MY PAPER DOLLS!!! (except for my instruments I'm making)
I love his orange tinted glasses! and the purple suit, and his green uniform, the classic new york shirt and the people for peace jacket! AND HIS FACE. yes, I am excited. And I purchased the entire Traveling Wilburys collection last night- VOLUMES 1 AND 3! someday archeologists 1000 years in the future will unearth the long lost 2nd volume... the one none of them knew they had, or forgot by obvious means XD but at least Dhani would probably remember... Or he was sworn into secrecy by the RRBTW (the Rock 'n' Roll Bureu of the Traveling Wilburys) and shipped off into a safe house in Pepperland to be hypnotized into forgetting it for nine months and nine days by Jeremy (who had become a master at hypnosis while reading his numerous books) while a magical George Harrison clone replaced him, because no one could tell the difference. He soon was adapted back into normal life, the clone's memories were imported into his brain, but he still has trouble to this day thinking tall blue people holding giant green apples are going to suddenly turn on him and attack him. This fear was starting to become entirely dormant when the release of "Avatar" reawakened the fear, giving him a severe phobia. Since then he has been seing a psychiatrist every tuesday at 3:00. When he can't make it to important events that just happen to conflict with the time, he just sends the clone in his place who has been conveniently keeping the same exact apperance as Dhani. Well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEAE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5138 DAYS OLD!!! =D
Sunday, December 9, 2012
THIS IS HAPPY SOCKS.
Yes, I got some awesome socks. AND finished a fat essay. WIN.
A few days ago I had been delayed from posting my dream I had and I still kind of remember it (and don't have much else to say, except to remind myself to draw a drawing of John and Yoko with tea for two, inspired by something I read)
Well, there was a boy who lived near a jungle in india. He spent his time on a rug staring at the sun. One day there were all these people visiting his small viliage, for some reason people had to team up in groups of two for some sort of crisis. He sat on his rug, alone, squinting at the bright sky. After a while a girl came over. eventually they teamed up, she was quite a bit older than him then in my dream, he was only a child and she had to be about six years older. Anyways, later in my dream the boy found an orange salamander. It was very very small and looked like a worm, yet there was something poetic about it. It had to live in a potted plant in a garden, the boy looked after it every second of every day, making sure it didn't excape for it might die on it's own. he'd feed it, move it to the shade when it was too hot and move it to the sun when it was too cold and protect it. the girl visited him once in a while as they grew older.
The dream had a brief detour in theme and then moved to a map. it changed into the actual land it was representing, showing deep bodies of bright blue water and jungle all around. it was beutiful, yet there was war going on around. it seemed to be untouched by the evils of violence when a group of people were diving and they found an underwater ship, almost as if it had sank but it had meant to be there. They went closer. What they didn't know yet was there was a bomb, an unusual sort of radioactive bomb that would instantly shoot out a beam of destruction, what ever solid it would touch would simply disapear. Alarmingly someone swam too near it- and lost the top half of their head, the rest of them remaining perfectly intact. Of coarse that was fatal, even in a dream, and quite traumatic. Afterwards the dream shifted to a different scene in which I was in, my actual real self, strangely enough. I had heard about what had happened, and when I learned the name of the person I realised I knew them and let out a cry of terror.
That part of the dream seemed to be forgotten because the next scene I was in a workshop with a bunch of other people. It was a class, I forgot what it was for but it was going to be something I wanted to learn. We all waited for the teacher when he stepped through the door- to my ultimate surprise and excitement it was George Harrison! (He looked like he did in the late 90s) I was speechless for the longest time. After a while of the class we had learned a bit and George asked the class if they knew his name because he had forgotten to introduce himself. Some just didn't know or said "Um...." while some said "Jim", which confused me and slightly alarmed and disapointed me in the way that it might. "You guys don't know who he is?" I asked incredulously, "His name is George, George Harrison-" then george turned to me with a slight smile and said "Shhhhh... My name is Jim, wouldn't want my cover blown, now would we?" "Ohhh...." I said, slightly embarassed, "I'm so sorry- I didn't know..." "No matter, no harm done" he said, returning to his work, "Yes, my name is Jim."
The class continued on, while the dream went back to the boy. Years had passed, he was now around 16, and he walked towards the plant. There were dozens of orange salamanders all over the plant- and one really big one, it's middle like a sphere. That was his salamander he had in the beginning- it had grown from the size of a single grain of rice to the size of an orange.
Later that day him and the girl from before went to a wedding party. It was George's, and he was getting married to Olivia (which dosn't really make sence, he married her in the 70s, not the 90s, and in the dream she had lived in the vilage which also dosn't make much sence, but it was great all the same) I might of been there too. There was a bunch of people wearing brightly colored clothing that seemed to swirl around as they danced. There was music and it was all quite fun, the last thing I remember is Olivia and George dressed in white standing on a hill as the sun set.
Well, that was my dream, glad I still remembered it, been a while, well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 513-SOME NUMBER DAYS OLD!!! =D
A few days ago I had been delayed from posting my dream I had and I still kind of remember it (and don't have much else to say, except to remind myself to draw a drawing of John and Yoko with tea for two, inspired by something I read)
Well, there was a boy who lived near a jungle in india. He spent his time on a rug staring at the sun. One day there were all these people visiting his small viliage, for some reason people had to team up in groups of two for some sort of crisis. He sat on his rug, alone, squinting at the bright sky. After a while a girl came over. eventually they teamed up, she was quite a bit older than him then in my dream, he was only a child and she had to be about six years older. Anyways, later in my dream the boy found an orange salamander. It was very very small and looked like a worm, yet there was something poetic about it. It had to live in a potted plant in a garden, the boy looked after it every second of every day, making sure it didn't excape for it might die on it's own. he'd feed it, move it to the shade when it was too hot and move it to the sun when it was too cold and protect it. the girl visited him once in a while as they grew older.
The dream had a brief detour in theme and then moved to a map. it changed into the actual land it was representing, showing deep bodies of bright blue water and jungle all around. it was beutiful, yet there was war going on around. it seemed to be untouched by the evils of violence when a group of people were diving and they found an underwater ship, almost as if it had sank but it had meant to be there. They went closer. What they didn't know yet was there was a bomb, an unusual sort of radioactive bomb that would instantly shoot out a beam of destruction, what ever solid it would touch would simply disapear. Alarmingly someone swam too near it- and lost the top half of their head, the rest of them remaining perfectly intact. Of coarse that was fatal, even in a dream, and quite traumatic. Afterwards the dream shifted to a different scene in which I was in, my actual real self, strangely enough. I had heard about what had happened, and when I learned the name of the person I realised I knew them and let out a cry of terror.
That part of the dream seemed to be forgotten because the next scene I was in a workshop with a bunch of other people. It was a class, I forgot what it was for but it was going to be something I wanted to learn. We all waited for the teacher when he stepped through the door- to my ultimate surprise and excitement it was George Harrison! (He looked like he did in the late 90s) I was speechless for the longest time. After a while of the class we had learned a bit and George asked the class if they knew his name because he had forgotten to introduce himself. Some just didn't know or said "Um...." while some said "Jim", which confused me and slightly alarmed and disapointed me in the way that it might. "You guys don't know who he is?" I asked incredulously, "His name is George, George Harrison-" then george turned to me with a slight smile and said "Shhhhh... My name is Jim, wouldn't want my cover blown, now would we?" "Ohhh...." I said, slightly embarassed, "I'm so sorry- I didn't know..." "No matter, no harm done" he said, returning to his work, "Yes, my name is Jim."
The class continued on, while the dream went back to the boy. Years had passed, he was now around 16, and he walked towards the plant. There were dozens of orange salamanders all over the plant- and one really big one, it's middle like a sphere. That was his salamander he had in the beginning- it had grown from the size of a single grain of rice to the size of an orange.
Later that day him and the girl from before went to a wedding party. It was George's, and he was getting married to Olivia (which dosn't really make sence, he married her in the 70s, not the 90s, and in the dream she had lived in the vilage which also dosn't make much sence, but it was great all the same) I might of been there too. There was a bunch of people wearing brightly colored clothing that seemed to swirl around as they danced. There was music and it was all quite fun, the last thing I remember is Olivia and George dressed in white standing on a hill as the sun set.
Well, that was my dream, glad I still remembered it, been a while, well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 513-SOME NUMBER DAYS OLD!!! =D
Saturday, December 8, 2012
32 years from this day...
It's been 32 years since. People still remember very well, he will be remembered always by countless all over the world. Even those who don't know his name, I am sure everyone has heard him, his voice, his songs. He was a wonderful man, not saying he wasn't human, he had countless flaws like everyone else. But along with that he was different. He was a dreamer. An idealist. He longed for peace. He was unusually and delightfully creative, one of the best musicians there ever has been. Even though he could be quite the rebel, there was a soft side to him. Loving, dreaming of a better time where we could all just live in peace. He wanted to get a message across and wasn't afraid to reveal his whole being to get there (both metaphorically and literally), he screamed and cried and wasn't afraid to show it. He didn't need to hide. He was weird, really really really weird, and he knew it. He was a self proclaimed freak. At the best of times he loved it. Some did too, the others hypocritically criticized him, thinking they were too good. He said it as it was. He could be deep, he could feel, he was a real person. He laughed, he cried, he screamed and fought the wrongs in society not with violence, weapons, guns or knives but with words, with reason and pleading, with ideology and yet some cynicism. He thought it could be possible for everyone to live together in harmony if we all could get past all the things in front of us, violence, greed, and hate most of all, for all you really need is love. It's up to you to decide if it's true. He once said there was nothing you can do that can't be done.
His name is John Lennon, a dreamer.
Friday, December 7, 2012
UGH...
I really need to sleep, I'd love to tell you my dream and I might later in the night but I've got a REALLY bad headache and need to sleep, also feel naucious... Well, peace and love, peace and love AND I AM NOW 5135 DAYS OLD!!! =D
Thursday, December 6, 2012
1908
Today I ate a "mozzerella" cheese stick that really tasted like fake cheddar... 'n' stuff... Weekdays with nothing to say....I feel like playing Fandango (my strat, just in case you havn't noticed) Fandango's a nice generic strat... lost a screw on the back, almost always set on the last pickup, used to be little flakes of plastic left on the fretboard from when I tried using some random cap to something as a slide... Ah, good memories, now I've got meself a real slide of glass...
OKAY, just reading a beatles book I got, it has little tickets and pictures and things in the pages and I found a souvenir programme (SPELLED LIKE REAL ENGLISH) and started reading it, it has a little short paragraph about each of their hobbies and stuff, and here's part of Ringo's:
"was in the same class as Billy Fury, hobbies include drums, cars and well built blondes, 5' 5" tall."
HIS HOBBIES INCLUDE WELL BUILT BLONDES XD XD XD XD XD Oh, Ringo XD that's the best XD it does have verious misspellings on it but I don't think that was an accident XD and both his wives were brunettes (who sometimes happened to dye their hair blonde XD) I remember hearing an interview when they were saying about how they all used to like blondes and in a few years they simply didn't care anymore (the screaming probably got to them XD)
So there you go, when someone asks you about your hobbies and you say "Well built blondes" as a joke to an interviewer, you may find it on a souvenir programme XD
John's said he likes intelegent blondes (but it was under likes, not hobbies XD)
WOO I JUST LOOKED THROUGH ALL THOSE FUN LITTLE ITEMS =D it was Awesome, I have a bunch of postcards signed by them now =D I also have a dvd too with a bunch of short little things like when they got their M.B.E. medals and a quick interview and the police trying to take care of hundreds of screaming fans... I'm going to put it on my ipod =D well, peace and love, peace and love, AND I AM NOW 5134 DAYS OLD!!! =D
OKAY, just reading a beatles book I got, it has little tickets and pictures and things in the pages and I found a souvenir programme (SPELLED LIKE REAL ENGLISH) and started reading it, it has a little short paragraph about each of their hobbies and stuff, and here's part of Ringo's:
"was in the same class as Billy Fury, hobbies include drums, cars and well built blondes, 5' 5" tall."
HIS HOBBIES INCLUDE WELL BUILT BLONDES XD XD XD XD XD Oh, Ringo XD that's the best XD it does have verious misspellings on it but I don't think that was an accident XD and both his wives were brunettes (who sometimes happened to dye their hair blonde XD) I remember hearing an interview when they were saying about how they all used to like blondes and in a few years they simply didn't care anymore (the screaming probably got to them XD)
So there you go, when someone asks you about your hobbies and you say "Well built blondes" as a joke to an interviewer, you may find it on a souvenir programme XD
John's said he likes intelegent blondes (but it was under likes, not hobbies XD)
WOO I JUST LOOKED THROUGH ALL THOSE FUN LITTLE ITEMS =D it was Awesome, I have a bunch of postcards signed by them now =D I also have a dvd too with a bunch of short little things like when they got their M.B.E. medals and a quick interview and the police trying to take care of hundreds of screaming fans... I'm going to put it on my ipod =D well, peace and love, peace and love, AND I AM NOW 5134 DAYS OLD!!! =D
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
EYE CRAMP.
Yes, I have an eye cramp. along with a neck cramp and a cramp in my very lower back. WHY? I have no idea. and I mindlessly severed some of the flesh from my smallest finger on my fretboard hand, between the nail and the skin, and I'm also expiriencing tiredness, but not enough to sleep as I should... I drew a weird picture today, with all sorts of stuff in it =D
I like pie, it is my favorite kind of pie, it is pie. I am severely tired and should sleep now XD well, peace and love, peace and love, and I am now 5133 DAYS OLD!!! =D
I like pie, it is my favorite kind of pie, it is pie. I am severely tired and should sleep now XD well, peace and love, peace and love, and I am now 5133 DAYS OLD!!! =D
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Grade A hair structure, very little people posess it
Yes, I just wasted a MASSIVE amound (combination of amount and mounds (which may or may not be a word), mainly because I just hit the d instead of the t) of time, which I will now make up for by writing what comes to mind...
TRAVELLING WILBURYS!!!!! YAY!!!!! (I just listened to the new music video I got- Handle With Care)
yes, I did write something, but I'm to lazy to put it on here XD well, peace and love, peace and love, AND I AM NOW 5132 DAYS OLD!!! =D
TRAVELLING WILBURYS!!!!! YAY!!!!! (I just listened to the new music video I got- Handle With Care)
yes, I did write something, but I'm to lazy to put it on here XD well, peace and love, peace and love, AND I AM NOW 5132 DAYS OLD!!! =D
Monday, December 3, 2012
"That nose with a short guy attatched to it"
UGH. I spent so long on each picture and looking back I could do better in two minuets... XD well, If I really wanted to do it I could probably even doodle them in class or something. BUT I DON'T KNOW. Well, peace and love, peace and love, AND I AM NOW 5131 DAYS OLD!!! =D
Okay, so I just randomly saw what was on the front page of deviantArt. I FORGOT HOW AMAZING IT WAS- All this awesome art- well, then a few my little pony things, but you get used to ignoring it XD
I need to scan in my micron drawings and try coloring that...
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Me and my rugged good looks that I apperantly posess...
I feel weird, like I've acomplished something, but in an awkward way... I don't know what to do XD I just feel. I always thought I might be something, but I never expected anyone else to think so. Besides superficial comments, that is. I see the lights flicker. My head is full of stuff, spinning, hurting, aching, yet empty- and I feel like there is something trying to excape, something delicate inside my chest flying around in circles at the fastest it can go, but not as fast as me. I can put on my cap, my self, and just play a loud chord on my guitar and laugh like a maniac- that's what I'd really like to do. But then again- I am facinated by life right now. What really goes on in the minds around us? I always thought people just went on, maybe they were just thinking to themselves. I think on a multiversal scale, but that usually puts me in the clouds. Lofty up in my brain. Flippant. I laugh at it. What is it? Hillarious in it's own way. But others? they could be looking at you. Straight at you. And maybe the pieces of the puzzle won't fit, maybe it will bounce off, find another piece, and maybe some day the puzzle will be complete. I can only dream of that day. It must be wonderful when the puzzle is done.
But now it isn't yet.
And I don't know what to do. I somehow got the notion over the years that I was a different piece, and that I am. But I thought I was a piece that may have gotten messed up, one of the links snapped off, then the next- and soon I'd be just a smooth piece of cardboard- tossed away, to find another piece. But there cannot be another piece.
CAN'T YOU SEE? If someone was then the puzzle would never be finished! I don't want to stop the puzzle, and maybe I won't. I might not be a flat, pointless piece of ugly cardboard. I might not have my sides snapped off, forced to be in silence and solitude while the cruel world and the friendly souls trapped in it dance around me, a cosmic dance that leaves you guessing no matter how mundane it seems. Maybe I'm not like that. Maybe I have to be the messed up one with even more connecting pieces- Not messed up. Different. Think of how many of those are in the world. I'm one in 89,000,007. That is the number that has been metaphorically stamped on me, a number we might all have, maybe we all have our colors. It takes time though. Everything does. And if you ever think the things you spend time on, the things you dream about are worthless, stupid? Well, you might be just refusing to work on the puzzle.
Every single day, a chain of events are leading to your greatest moments, you might think that one speck of a single minute crumb of bread might not do anything, but that feeds something small, which intern feeds something bigger, and bigger, and pretty soon the whole entire earth is fed. That's how things work. With out that, it wouldn't. Well, that closes this, peace and love, peace and love, I say goodnight to you all on the 5130th day of my life =D
But now it isn't yet.
And I don't know what to do. I somehow got the notion over the years that I was a different piece, and that I am. But I thought I was a piece that may have gotten messed up, one of the links snapped off, then the next- and soon I'd be just a smooth piece of cardboard- tossed away, to find another piece. But there cannot be another piece.
CAN'T YOU SEE? If someone was then the puzzle would never be finished! I don't want to stop the puzzle, and maybe I won't. I might not be a flat, pointless piece of ugly cardboard. I might not have my sides snapped off, forced to be in silence and solitude while the cruel world and the friendly souls trapped in it dance around me, a cosmic dance that leaves you guessing no matter how mundane it seems. Maybe I'm not like that. Maybe I have to be the messed up one with even more connecting pieces- Not messed up. Different. Think of how many of those are in the world. I'm one in 89,000,007. That is the number that has been metaphorically stamped on me, a number we might all have, maybe we all have our colors. It takes time though. Everything does. And if you ever think the things you spend time on, the things you dream about are worthless, stupid? Well, you might be just refusing to work on the puzzle.
Every single day, a chain of events are leading to your greatest moments, you might think that one speck of a single minute crumb of bread might not do anything, but that feeds something small, which intern feeds something bigger, and bigger, and pretty soon the whole entire earth is fed. That's how things work. With out that, it wouldn't. Well, that closes this, peace and love, peace and love, I say goodnight to you all on the 5130th day of my life =D
Saturday, December 1, 2012
89000007 THE FABTASTIC says it's 12/1/12
YAY I REMEMBERED MY DREAM LAST NIGHT! AND IT WAS LUCID! (I typed it in the morning, and I will paste it now)
I had a dream when it was christmas and I wanted a webkinz I have no idea why, but I REALLY wanted a webkinz to the point of obsession XD
Later I went to a toy store with yellow walls and red curtains and a wood floor, a small toy store owned by a tall man with brown hair and a thin mustache. He also had an accent. Might of been from Holland. There were shelves around the same color of the floor with al kinds of things and I found an electric guitar that was so small my fingers were bigger than the frets (And I have small fingers), but I still managed to solo on it. it was awesome.
Later in the dream (or a whole new dream) I had a lucid dream. Somewhat, but lucid all the same. I was in a park, and I saw Freddie Mercury in a top hat, white gloves, and a long purple jacket (And other clothing of coarse XD, just don't remember whatever else he was wearing). He looked like he did in around 1975 I'd say, and I danced with him (That would be my dream self, my dream self was somewhat different in this dream, but still older than I am now except for being ageless. I was also a bit more feminine. Wasn't really myself but still was. And I have no idea how to dance, but in the dream I did XD) the trees around seemed to be florescent, sparkling, and there was a bridge above a small steady flowing river.
Some time later I had come to know him well (Now he had short hair and a mustache), and I found that Freddie had become lost. We were on vacation somewhere and he was using a fake name. It was Richard, I've forgotten the surname but there was one. One day I was going to talk to him or something, and people just said he was lost. Disapeared. Could of been kidnapped. No one knew where he was at all. We searched around, and still no one could find him. It was quite devastating, I had no idea if I'd see him again. I walked out of the hotel onto the bright sandy sidewalk with the sun shining down and a few palm trees and eucalyptus trees (Why eucalyptus trees? I have no idea.) blowing in the soft wind. It was very hot, around 80 degrees, but still pleasant. I looked to the sun- I was starting to wake up! I wouldn't get to find Freddie! Luckilly I remembered that if you spin in a circle in your lucid dreams it may help you stay in them. I did that, and it worked! I was trying with all my consciousness to stay unconscious, and I walked around. I found the same toy store from the first dream strangely enough, and walked inside. Now it was a popular diner with white decor along with multicolored polkadots. It was REALLY cool looking. They were going to have a meeting for the "Middle aged women's knitting club" pretty soon so I had to hurry up. I asked the person at the desk for help and was shown to the next room. It looked exactly like the toy store did before but was now something like a police station that also made cookies for senior citizens. It also had a long line of copy machines. I asked the same man from the toy store (who now as a police man had a thicker mustache, but still had his strange accent) what to do, and he told me a telephone number to call (there was an old black rotary telephone on a shelf on the wall) I used the method of loci to remember the number and then called it. I would now go to a place where they might help me find him. I went to the place, a large building with large windows all across the wall with metal beams in-between. Inside it was air conditioned, it was all very professional and there were marble floors with light grey walls. A woman in a suit came over and showed me to a VERY LARGE FANCY PRINTER, and told me what to do. His identity could be captured in one of the photographs, then I'd have to release it. So I printed out a picture of Freddie (now Richard) and the printer printed out about 50 extra. I had to make sure I got ALL the pictures of him, it was very serious, you wouldn't want some stranger to take advantage of his captured identity. So, I took the pictures. Somehow that showed me a general location of where he was. I'd have to go to a certain city to release him. That was supposed to happen but the dream kind of changed and he was realeased anyways and I still had to find him. I went to a city where he may have been and checked around for a Richard whatever his last name was, in hopes that he was still using that name. Eventually I was SO close and got to leave him a package to be delivered.
My dream then went to Freddie. He had no money and was living in a small shelter he had made out of sticks on a hill. He had gotten one of those big yellow-orange envalopes with bubblewrap inside. he opened it, there was a bunch of papers and things and he didn't know who they were from. He shook the envalope upsidown to see if there was anything else in it. a small thin piece of paper drifted out. he picked it up to find it was from me and I had told him to meet me at a restaurant at 8:00. Finally someone had found him! Very excited, he made his way into town.
He arrived at the restaurant (A VERY fancy expensive one, aperantly I was rich in the dream too) and tried to get in. The people at the front working there wouldn't let him in even though he said he had a reservation. He eventually shoved past them and managed to burst through the door. I was sitting there and saw him. "Freddie!" I exclaimed, as he ran to the table, I had finally found him. The End.
Yes, would of not remembered it to that detail XD And that's what happens to your subcontious mind when you learn to play a Queen song on your guitar and then mention the name Farrokh Bulsara on your blog... I WANT TO HAVE AN ADVENTURE IN MY DREAM WITH RINGO NEXT- so there, Ringo Ringo Ringo Ringo Ringo Ringo Starr XD (but the funny thing was I seemed to post more about George last night, so I think I will now revisit the guitar intro to Octopus's Garden =D) well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5129 DAYS OLD!!! =D
I had a dream when it was christmas and I wanted a webkinz I have no idea why, but I REALLY wanted a webkinz to the point of obsession XD
Later I went to a toy store with yellow walls and red curtains and a wood floor, a small toy store owned by a tall man with brown hair and a thin mustache. He also had an accent. Might of been from Holland. There were shelves around the same color of the floor with al kinds of things and I found an electric guitar that was so small my fingers were bigger than the frets (And I have small fingers), but I still managed to solo on it. it was awesome.
Later in the dream (or a whole new dream) I had a lucid dream. Somewhat, but lucid all the same. I was in a park, and I saw Freddie Mercury in a top hat, white gloves, and a long purple jacket (And other clothing of coarse XD, just don't remember whatever else he was wearing). He looked like he did in around 1975 I'd say, and I danced with him (That would be my dream self, my dream self was somewhat different in this dream, but still older than I am now except for being ageless. I was also a bit more feminine. Wasn't really myself but still was. And I have no idea how to dance, but in the dream I did XD) the trees around seemed to be florescent, sparkling, and there was a bridge above a small steady flowing river.
Some time later I had come to know him well (Now he had short hair and a mustache), and I found that Freddie had become lost. We were on vacation somewhere and he was using a fake name. It was Richard, I've forgotten the surname but there was one. One day I was going to talk to him or something, and people just said he was lost. Disapeared. Could of been kidnapped. No one knew where he was at all. We searched around, and still no one could find him. It was quite devastating, I had no idea if I'd see him again. I walked out of the hotel onto the bright sandy sidewalk with the sun shining down and a few palm trees and eucalyptus trees (Why eucalyptus trees? I have no idea.) blowing in the soft wind. It was very hot, around 80 degrees, but still pleasant. I looked to the sun- I was starting to wake up! I wouldn't get to find Freddie! Luckilly I remembered that if you spin in a circle in your lucid dreams it may help you stay in them. I did that, and it worked! I was trying with all my consciousness to stay unconscious, and I walked around. I found the same toy store from the first dream strangely enough, and walked inside. Now it was a popular diner with white decor along with multicolored polkadots. It was REALLY cool looking. They were going to have a meeting for the "Middle aged women's knitting club" pretty soon so I had to hurry up. I asked the person at the desk for help and was shown to the next room. It looked exactly like the toy store did before but was now something like a police station that also made cookies for senior citizens. It also had a long line of copy machines. I asked the same man from the toy store (who now as a police man had a thicker mustache, but still had his strange accent) what to do, and he told me a telephone number to call (there was an old black rotary telephone on a shelf on the wall) I used the method of loci to remember the number and then called it. I would now go to a place where they might help me find him. I went to the place, a large building with large windows all across the wall with metal beams in-between. Inside it was air conditioned, it was all very professional and there were marble floors with light grey walls. A woman in a suit came over and showed me to a VERY LARGE FANCY PRINTER, and told me what to do. His identity could be captured in one of the photographs, then I'd have to release it. So I printed out a picture of Freddie (now Richard) and the printer printed out about 50 extra. I had to make sure I got ALL the pictures of him, it was very serious, you wouldn't want some stranger to take advantage of his captured identity. So, I took the pictures. Somehow that showed me a general location of where he was. I'd have to go to a certain city to release him. That was supposed to happen but the dream kind of changed and he was realeased anyways and I still had to find him. I went to a city where he may have been and checked around for a Richard whatever his last name was, in hopes that he was still using that name. Eventually I was SO close and got to leave him a package to be delivered.
My dream then went to Freddie. He had no money and was living in a small shelter he had made out of sticks on a hill. He had gotten one of those big yellow-orange envalopes with bubblewrap inside. he opened it, there was a bunch of papers and things and he didn't know who they were from. He shook the envalope upsidown to see if there was anything else in it. a small thin piece of paper drifted out. he picked it up to find it was from me and I had told him to meet me at a restaurant at 8:00. Finally someone had found him! Very excited, he made his way into town.
He arrived at the restaurant (A VERY fancy expensive one, aperantly I was rich in the dream too) and tried to get in. The people at the front working there wouldn't let him in even though he said he had a reservation. He eventually shoved past them and managed to burst through the door. I was sitting there and saw him. "Freddie!" I exclaimed, as he ran to the table, I had finally found him. The End.
Yes, would of not remembered it to that detail XD And that's what happens to your subcontious mind when you learn to play a Queen song on your guitar and then mention the name Farrokh Bulsara on your blog... I WANT TO HAVE AN ADVENTURE IN MY DREAM WITH RINGO NEXT- so there, Ringo Ringo Ringo Ringo Ringo Ringo Starr XD (but the funny thing was I seemed to post more about George last night, so I think I will now revisit the guitar intro to Octopus's Garden =D) well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5129 DAYS OLD!!! =D
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