dreams dreams dreams
So there hasn't been much to do here, and its crowded as all hell. Last night i slept in a tent hah. and by sleep i mean hung out til 7 in the morning til I passed out for the next two hours.
was woken up this morning by the relatives of course, because apparently in my extended family nothing is more fun than poking at someone who hasn't had enough sleep and is cranky as hell and waiting for him to have a brain hemmorage when he explodes... ughh
Anyhow the last night of the car ride here I had the wierdest of dreams. I don't remember much of it but i did write down what i could remember as soon as i woke up. I'm sure it was the product of the Red Bulls I drank in order to drive down here, the fact that i had reread Orson Scott Cards "Enchantment" again, and Neil Gaimans "American Gods" plus i stayed up late and dropped right into dream sleep it feels like.
well in my dream magic was very very much alive in the world, and apparently i had some small bit of it. but it focused on tarot cards and modern technology. I remember vividly having to strangle myself with a phone cord and hang myself upside down a la the fool, in order to bring the person that i've recently decided to crush on to see me
She arrived in a piece of a jumbo jet lit with candles, and was doing some crazyesque dance for some reason. then she kissed me and disappeared, and i was forced to find her again. but nothing i could do was working.
In the end, I started saying something like "home home home" in order to find her, and I ended up jumping off a tower and crashing into the ocean. and of course right before i splatter on rocks and manage to drown at the same time she appears. and then i wake up.
insert appearance of random "godlike" figures that i don't remember, and other random rituals that also have faded from memory in the past two days and you have my dream.
lesson to be learned.
I should probably sleep more, lay off the red bull, and perhaps make sure no one slips me any more acid.
ughh this trip looks like it will be long and hellacious. gotta love the family.
was woken up this morning by the relatives of course, because apparently in my extended family nothing is more fun than poking at someone who hasn't had enough sleep and is cranky as hell and waiting for him to have a brain hemmorage when he explodes... ughh
Anyhow the last night of the car ride here I had the wierdest of dreams. I don't remember much of it but i did write down what i could remember as soon as i woke up. I'm sure it was the product of the Red Bulls I drank in order to drive down here, the fact that i had reread Orson Scott Cards "Enchantment" again, and Neil Gaimans "American Gods" plus i stayed up late and dropped right into dream sleep it feels like.
well in my dream magic was very very much alive in the world, and apparently i had some small bit of it. but it focused on tarot cards and modern technology. I remember vividly having to strangle myself with a phone cord and hang myself upside down a la the fool, in order to bring the person that i've recently decided to crush on to see me
She arrived in a piece of a jumbo jet lit with candles, and was doing some crazyesque dance for some reason. then she kissed me and disappeared, and i was forced to find her again. but nothing i could do was working.
In the end, I started saying something like "home home home" in order to find her, and I ended up jumping off a tower and crashing into the ocean. and of course right before i splatter on rocks and manage to drown at the same time she appears. and then i wake up.
insert appearance of random "godlike" figures that i don't remember, and other random rituals that also have faded from memory in the past two days and you have my dream.
lesson to be learned.
I should probably sleep more, lay off the red bull, and perhaps make sure no one slips me any more acid.
ughh this trip looks like it will be long and hellacious. gotta love the family.