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13 May 2007

Today was a rather good day. Very good, actually. It started out with me waking up from the second 'nightmare' I suppose one would call it. I'll explain the nightmare(s) in detail below. After I woke up I went straight to my computer as usual and started talking to my mate Vicky who was free to play Neverwinter Nights for a few hours. I'm building a SAUCEROR that you see above. I love playing a sorcerer, mostly because I can cast powerful skills over and over. Wizards have to rest far more, but they can learn more skills. That kick ass helm he has on comes from a boss Vic and I killed today. Fun it was.

While I was playing I noticed my phone vibrate, I new voice mail. As I went to check the voice mail I found that for some reason our service was dead. No outgoing calls. I more or less knew who it was, though. Cody had asked me earlier on myspace about hanging out with him today, so eventually I was able to call him back on my house phone and set a time, etc. It was a nice day out, if a little warm, so we swam in Mindy's pool with her brother and sister. We then dried off and headed upstairs to watch Team America. Very funny movie. "America, fuck yeah!" (hehhehehe) When the movie ended we played Guitar Hero for a few minutes and then headed home.

Now for the strange dreams I've been having; I'll start with the first one:

Jared Buist
Psycho With Crazy Piercings
(yes, I'm giving them titles)


This one was really weird, though short. It all starts out, and mostly ends with Jared Buist, who I've known for ages, with many, many piercings. No shirt and very different looking. It didn't look like Jared, but it was. My mind told me it was him. It felt like he was coming for me. For what reason I do not know. His peculiar piercings included a pair from his nipples with a chain connecting them. Similar were his nose and ear piercings, connecting chain and all. He also had miscellaneous gear on him that looked frighteningly similar to bondage gear.

I'm really quite glad that dream didn't go anywhere; for what could have happened I dare not divulge.

Bad Parents

A bit longer this one, as well as more nerve wrecking. It began strangely, but pleasant. I was driving around in our Volkswagen when I became hungry. I was in an unfamiliar area, had a very 1984 feel to it, this town. Slowing the car to a stop I entered to the nearest house without introducing myself. None were home but an adult, who seemed the mother. Strangely there was a barbecue inside the house. Not thinking anything of it at the time I took a bit of chicken from the flames and indulged. I took a look around while eating my lunch to see what was going on with this house.

Now after here it got a bit blurry for me, I'll try to explain as best I can, though.

There seemed to be some kind of abuse going on, to young children. Here is the blurry part... After doing something I had children in my van heading back to my house. These children weren't just random dream children, they were my nephew Elijah and someone else who strangely didn't turn up in the rest of the dream. Something was very wrong with Elijah... He was very calm but also very worried and afraid of what was going on. My attempts to calm did nothing, and I had a strong feeling that no matter what I did something very bad was happening, and I couldn't stop it.

At this point I bailed myself out of the dream. I didn't want to know any more.

listening to: The Beatles

Comments:
Crazy dreams Scotty! I have some weird ones too, but yours are just out there =p
I'm glad you had fun over here. We should hang out more now that it's summer.
Backlacka muhammad geehad!!
 
that's some fucked up stuff. anyways, mindy pretty much steals everything i'm going to say. maybe if she wasn't on her computer so fucking much, i'd get to comment first. just kidding. anyways, yeah, we really should hang out more.
 
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