The DL
Tuesday seems to be journal day. Ah damn, I am sitting here at work and I had some sort of opinion but I've lost it. We are entering dangerous territory now, as I am going to start ranting.
Great stuff about dreaming. I had apparently fallen asleep on both of my arms. This translated immediately during REM sleep as I was in a creepy ass house (with a strange number of stairs, bathrooms, and kitchens) and I entered the kitchen and attempted to turn on the lights. The switch promptly shocked me. This was kind of cool, as I was suddenly aware that my arms were hurt or otherwise numb without waking up. Didn't fix the problem, but I knew about it! The microwave suddenly turning on and giving me and Riply (I don't know, she was just there all the sudden) orders from space. I woke up and flailed because me arms were asleep. I still don't trust my microwave. It might be in league with the toaster, who is already proven itself maligned against me.
It's probably a Cylon.
Dreaming odd things seems to be catchy! I suppose at the same time, Meg was dreaming I came through a strange and emotionally scarring tiny door in a bathroom so that I might cook delicious foods in a non kitchen! I'm still trying to unpack that reality. I latched on to the frightening door; it represents that I am traveling in unknown space at all given times. It may have also just been a strange, tiny door in a bathroom. Sometimes in dreams (and art) a tower is just a tower. Not a penis.
My Warhammer Fantasy Battles army is only a day or two from having its full range of models. I'm waiting on a single box to come into the shop this week, containing the last 5 elves to complete my Glimmering Elven Host. The David Bowie on Dragon project is on hold indefinitely. I am going to have to take time out of my busy schedule to practice sculpting. I need some clay and some actual creativity, both of which may actually fit in my apartment (as compared to my painting stuff). Collection finished means its time to abandon it while incomplete and start working on a new collection! Thinking about CHAOS, so I have an excuse to work in purple. Shame Slaanesh armies suck. I might have yet another green army on my hands as I think Nurgle is, for all intents and purposes, redonkulous, as the kids say nowadays, and will try something kind of non traditional in that. Maybe do them in rust instead of green. Someday, I might post pictures, but then again, no one reads this journal, so it would be purely mastubatory for my ego to say "hey, interenet, I paint little mans."
Something more coherent later.
Great stuff about dreaming. I had apparently fallen asleep on both of my arms. This translated immediately during REM sleep as I was in a creepy ass house (with a strange number of stairs, bathrooms, and kitchens) and I entered the kitchen and attempted to turn on the lights. The switch promptly shocked me. This was kind of cool, as I was suddenly aware that my arms were hurt or otherwise numb without waking up. Didn't fix the problem, but I knew about it! The microwave suddenly turning on and giving me and Riply (I don't know, she was just there all the sudden) orders from space. I woke up and flailed because me arms were asleep. I still don't trust my microwave. It might be in league with the toaster, who is already proven itself maligned against me.
It's probably a Cylon.
Dreaming odd things seems to be catchy! I suppose at the same time, Meg was dreaming I came through a strange and emotionally scarring tiny door in a bathroom so that I might cook delicious foods in a non kitchen! I'm still trying to unpack that reality. I latched on to the frightening door; it represents that I am traveling in unknown space at all given times. It may have also just been a strange, tiny door in a bathroom. Sometimes in dreams (and art) a tower is just a tower. Not a penis.
My Warhammer Fantasy Battles army is only a day or two from having its full range of models. I'm waiting on a single box to come into the shop this week, containing the last 5 elves to complete my Glimmering Elven Host. The David Bowie on Dragon project is on hold indefinitely. I am going to have to take time out of my busy schedule to practice sculpting. I need some clay and some actual creativity, both of which may actually fit in my apartment (as compared to my painting stuff). Collection finished means its time to abandon it while incomplete and start working on a new collection! Thinking about CHAOS, so I have an excuse to work in purple. Shame Slaanesh armies suck. I might have yet another green army on my hands as I think Nurgle is, for all intents and purposes, redonkulous, as the kids say nowadays, and will try something kind of non traditional in that. Maybe do them in rust instead of green. Someday, I might post pictures, but then again, no one reads this journal, so it would be purely mastubatory for my ego to say "hey, interenet, I paint little mans."
Something more coherent later.