I am the lovechild of M.C. Escher and Slavadore Dali. Of Dreams.
So I've been so quiet lately, trust me, I'm still here.. In fact, I have a massive post to write and while I'm at it well, I will just let Dave Grohl Srenate you a bit with some fitting lyrics:
Tie up the transmission this one is not a test
Silent all these years but now I'm getting you off my chest
Reeling in the moment, I know it will never last
Tired of keepin quiet, riding with all the rest
Stuck in the middle no-ones making a move
I'm looking in and I've got nothing to lose
I will comeback, I will comeback
I will comeback, I will comeback
I will comeback, I will comeback
I will comeback, I will comeback for you
For you
Hide behind obsessions, I'm trying to keep in check
Ride you for the finish we're coming??
Reeling in the moment I know it will never last
Rise up to the surface high but I'm sinking fast
Anyways darlings.. It seems I've got some bad news. It appears that there is something out to get me, trying to kill me as it were..
Trees.
Yes.
Trees, or more specifically, tree pollen. Now, when I was a little kid, I wasn't allergic to anything. And then when I was seven, I developed a very strange allergic reaction to May apples. I'd never had an issue for years prior, despite playing with them every time they popped up in the side yard. And then suddenly I broke out in a rash when I touched them. Not just any rash either. Apparently only half of me was allergic. You could have drawn a line down me, one side was covered in hives, the other, fine and dandy. I looked like Two-Face.
This was distressing of course cause the side yard was littered with them. But avoidable. Then the food allergies started at fifteen. Lobster was first. Right.. so that food was off the list.. I don't mean shellfish.. I mean lobster. And just lobster. Doctors thought it was insane that it was just the lobster considering if you are allergic to one shellfish, you are allergic to all..
Next to go? Chemical sugars. You know what this means? Any time you offer me gum or a mint, you are offering me anaphylactic shock. Cause anything that is sugarless or has fucking Splenda in it can kill me. Harder to avoid than you would think and I've had a few near misses and accidents with this one..
But trees. Fucking TREES?! I can't take this shit. The sneezing is mild so far but the constant headaches.. it drove me to try medication which I didn't want to rely on but of course it worked and well.. Balls. I'm 28, please, no more allergies developing later..
Anyways.. so now that it seems the trees are trying to kill me, even in my sleep apparently as I was woken up mid dream by a hacking weeze of my inability to breathe like a normal human.. I'm now going to be permanently addicted to allergy medication.
What really sucks was that last night's dream was AMAZING. If not totally weird and non-linear. But let's face it, I'm pretty non-linear myself.
Apparently I was going geocaching. This is something that I've been wanting to try for awhile now and just haven't gotten around to just yet.. But in the dream I was trying it out and I had a map that was pointing me in the direction of New York City. (Here's were locations are going to throw you cause none of it makes sense at all, I'm the lovechild of M.C. Escher and Salvadore Dali of dreams apparently) This was apparently a multi cache one and each one would lead to another and so on.. The first was was in Centennial Park that was according to my dream, the site of the Olympics a few years prior. But I needed another map and that required me visiting Key West and getting the map from there first, picking up a cache from there cause apparently I read the map wrong and it started in Key West, not NYC. I have no clue.. So I found myself down on Simonton Street and wandered over to the kite shop before then magically appearing in Centennial Park in NYC. One of the rules of geocaching is that you can't let Muggles know about it. Sometimes caches hidden in public areas are hard to get to because you aren't supposed to let on that you are looking for something and they are inadvertently in your way. Well, the park had a couple of Muggles in it when I got there. There was a girl there that got up and left after a moment but there was someone there that was sitting practically on top of the cache, holding a huge ball python. Dominic James Howard. He noticed me hovering around and was all smiles and he was a little curious to note that I wasn't afraid of his snake. *snorts* But I was really wanting to get to that cache and he was pissing me off! Really now, in real life I would have been much different, I would have let him in on hunting more caches with me.
But alas, my lungs had other plans. Like breathing. So I was woken from the aforementioned dream rather rudely. So sad!
Tie up the transmission this one is not a test
Silent all these years but now I'm getting you off my chest
Reeling in the moment, I know it will never last
Tired of keepin quiet, riding with all the rest
Stuck in the middle no-ones making a move
I'm looking in and I've got nothing to lose
I will comeback, I will comeback
I will comeback, I will comeback
I will comeback, I will comeback
I will comeback, I will comeback for you
For you
Hide behind obsessions, I'm trying to keep in check
Ride you for the finish we're coming??
Reeling in the moment I know it will never last
Rise up to the surface high but I'm sinking fast
Anyways darlings.. It seems I've got some bad news. It appears that there is something out to get me, trying to kill me as it were..
Trees.
Yes.
Trees, or more specifically, tree pollen. Now, when I was a little kid, I wasn't allergic to anything. And then when I was seven, I developed a very strange allergic reaction to May apples. I'd never had an issue for years prior, despite playing with them every time they popped up in the side yard. And then suddenly I broke out in a rash when I touched them. Not just any rash either. Apparently only half of me was allergic. You could have drawn a line down me, one side was covered in hives, the other, fine and dandy. I looked like Two-Face.
This was distressing of course cause the side yard was littered with them. But avoidable. Then the food allergies started at fifteen. Lobster was first. Right.. so that food was off the list.. I don't mean shellfish.. I mean lobster. And just lobster. Doctors thought it was insane that it was just the lobster considering if you are allergic to one shellfish, you are allergic to all..
Next to go? Chemical sugars. You know what this means? Any time you offer me gum or a mint, you are offering me anaphylactic shock. Cause anything that is sugarless or has fucking Splenda in it can kill me. Harder to avoid than you would think and I've had a few near misses and accidents with this one..
But trees. Fucking TREES?! I can't take this shit. The sneezing is mild so far but the constant headaches.. it drove me to try medication which I didn't want to rely on but of course it worked and well.. Balls. I'm 28, please, no more allergies developing later..
Anyways.. so now that it seems the trees are trying to kill me, even in my sleep apparently as I was woken up mid dream by a hacking weeze of my inability to breathe like a normal human.. I'm now going to be permanently addicted to allergy medication.
What really sucks was that last night's dream was AMAZING. If not totally weird and non-linear. But let's face it, I'm pretty non-linear myself.
Apparently I was going geocaching. This is something that I've been wanting to try for awhile now and just haven't gotten around to just yet.. But in the dream I was trying it out and I had a map that was pointing me in the direction of New York City. (Here's were locations are going to throw you cause none of it makes sense at all, I'm the lovechild of M.C. Escher and Salvadore Dali of dreams apparently) This was apparently a multi cache one and each one would lead to another and so on.. The first was was in Centennial Park that was according to my dream, the site of the Olympics a few years prior. But I needed another map and that required me visiting Key West and getting the map from there first, picking up a cache from there cause apparently I read the map wrong and it started in Key West, not NYC. I have no clue.. So I found myself down on Simonton Street and wandered over to the kite shop before then magically appearing in Centennial Park in NYC. One of the rules of geocaching is that you can't let Muggles know about it. Sometimes caches hidden in public areas are hard to get to because you aren't supposed to let on that you are looking for something and they are inadvertently in your way. Well, the park had a couple of Muggles in it when I got there. There was a girl there that got up and left after a moment but there was someone there that was sitting practically on top of the cache, holding a huge ball python. Dominic James Howard. He noticed me hovering around and was all smiles and he was a little curious to note that I wasn't afraid of his snake. *snorts* But I was really wanting to get to that cache and he was pissing me off! Really now, in real life I would have been much different, I would have let him in on hunting more caches with me.
But alas, my lungs had other plans. Like breathing. So I was woken from the aforementioned dream rather rudely. So sad!