After reading some things on chapmaster.com I thought I would give us a shot. I have been training my voice recognition software and I thought it would see how well it could recognize my voice for a diary entry. The dreams last night were rather distressing and actually freaked me out of bit . I was taking care of a bunch of children they want my children do they were all living together in a house where I lived as well so I guess it was like living working in an orphanage of some sort I don't know it was strange but here's the free car was taking this little girl for a ride on the bus. She was always a very scared little girl and I worried about her. She was standing near the end of the car it was a train car shoes standing by the doors of the end. Shoes looking outside and shoes noticeably frightened. I look to assign to see what was bothering him so much, and wouldn't surprise that quickly turned to fear I saw a little girl on the outside of the door staring in at the little girl who was in my care.
Soon this little girl which hiatus seems to be a ghost left the door and wouldn't back to where she came from. Then shoes suddenly replaced by a little boy. He was hanging on to the outside of the door and was greedily looking into this little girl I was taken care of. He was still they are staring when the train stopped and we had to walk past him and almost through him to leave between. We started quickly walking home and he followed us and soon it seemed to more and more little child ghosts were following us as we tried to make our way home.
Eventually we were able to get home. It was a large building and there were lots of kids there. The yard outside is attractive but became very eerie as more and more child ghosts walked into the lawn. They came and stood at the doors, floated up to the windows they surrounded the house home watching this little girl. I felt a very sorry for her and wanted to protect her but what can I do. Their ghosts, you can't fight ghosts. It was about that time that I woke up, my heart pounding, hardly willing to open my eyes. It's been a long time since I've had nightmares, it's been a long time since anything has scared me like that.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Strange Dreams
This is one that I just had to get down on record. Once again I dreamed I was back in the military, but it was so much stranger than any of my other dreams about that. I was married, but I was sharing a room with another guy. I also had my nephews staying with me for a while, and their friends came over occasionally, for no apparent reason. This all made it much harder for me to keep my living space clean, which could get me into a lot of trouble, because the twins are not very neat and tidy people. There was some wierd moments of travelling and vacationing with the family that I can't explain with any sort of continuity, so we'll get to the end really quick. I was trying and trying to come up with my regular duty uniform, get properly dressed and show up for PT, and I eventually decided if I was going to find anything I'd have to clean up the mess. This of course would also help me keep out of trouble. Eventually I found the right clothes, but here comes the really wierd part.
We were at war. Ok, that isn't quite so wierd, but get this. We were at war with DWARVES. Not the lord of the rings type, oh no, just little diminuitive people. A whole race of people 2-3 feet shorter than you or me. Their official uniforms were, I swear, designed to make them seem cute and unthreatening. Their political leaders were dressed like the seven dwarves in Snow White, their soldiers were dressed like Santa's Elves. They were a fully advanced, even starfaring race, but when they fought they attacked us with weapons mainly made of stone. Big boulders would roll through our ranks, a hail of stones would fly at us from their, I dunno, slingshot platoons? And then, this is the REALLY wierd part. Then I started seeing these guys on talk shows, talking about the war and what big bullies we are. I saw them on the news getting very (comically) upset (they're little people, remember) at our political and military leaders, pointing fingers and gesturing in an ongoing barrage of accusations when I'm pretty sure it was them who started the war.
Then the monologue starts. A voiceover starts going about how they came to debates, our news, our talk shows, creating a whole media circus to develop public sympathy for their cause. But it was all a great big play, and they were only actors on stage and screen, because they didn't want peace, they had already won. How could we win against a race that had advanced to spaceflight with technology that was based on using rocks? How could we win a ground battle against a people who could use the very ground we stood on against us?
And so we lost, in the middle of this bizzare media circus, to a race of dwarves. Vertically challenged people took over.
Thank heavens it was only a dream. I'll never look at those small people the same way again.
We were at war. Ok, that isn't quite so wierd, but get this. We were at war with DWARVES. Not the lord of the rings type, oh no, just little diminuitive people. A whole race of people 2-3 feet shorter than you or me. Their official uniforms were, I swear, designed to make them seem cute and unthreatening. Their political leaders were dressed like the seven dwarves in Snow White, their soldiers were dressed like Santa's Elves. They were a fully advanced, even starfaring race, but when they fought they attacked us with weapons mainly made of stone. Big boulders would roll through our ranks, a hail of stones would fly at us from their, I dunno, slingshot platoons? And then, this is the REALLY wierd part. Then I started seeing these guys on talk shows, talking about the war and what big bullies we are. I saw them on the news getting very (comically) upset (they're little people, remember) at our political and military leaders, pointing fingers and gesturing in an ongoing barrage of accusations when I'm pretty sure it was them who started the war.
Then the monologue starts. A voiceover starts going about how they came to debates, our news, our talk shows, creating a whole media circus to develop public sympathy for their cause. But it was all a great big play, and they were only actors on stage and screen, because they didn't want peace, they had already won. How could we win against a race that had advanced to spaceflight with technology that was based on using rocks? How could we win a ground battle against a people who could use the very ground we stood on against us?
And so we lost, in the middle of this bizzare media circus, to a race of dwarves. Vertically challenged people took over.
Thank heavens it was only a dream. I'll never look at those small people the same way again.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
it's been a long time
I haven't been online in a long time because internet access hasn't fit into my budget. I am only online now because someone in a nearby apartment, or perhaps the office, has a wireless network with open access, which means I can hop online through this wireless network card. I will offer to pay them monthly for my borrowed access, but I haven't been able to figure out whose it is yet. I wonder if they'll figure out I'm on here this week.
Anyways, now that I'm married, life's a lot better. My wife and I live in a relatively small apartment, we have a bunny and I still have my fish. The bunny's name is Nibbles. I had a nice bowl of oatmeal this morning after coming home from a morning shift at work I didn't have to be there for.
I am the lead evening prep cook at Ottavio's in AF, and once or twice a week I also work mornings to cover someone for a day off. Today I was going to cover for the morning lead, but he was supposed to be off this weekend, so he's working this morning. I found all this out after getting up at 6:40 am to show up for his 7 am shift. He showed up around 7:30 and asked "didn't J talk to you?" So I left and came home.
My bunny is a lot more social than the bunnies that lived with us when I was growing up, I guess it's because I let it out of the cage a lot and feed it mostly from my hand, well, my wife's hand more than mine but feeding by hand most of the time. Nibbles likes to explore the apartment and find places he's not supposed to get into and hide under furniture, or sometimes he just likes to run fast across the apartment and hop up on the couch. Usually when he hops up on my lap it's because he wants food, but he'll let me scoop him up in my hands pretty much any time unless he's trying to hide. I like that he lets me pick him up and hold him, he's so soft and likes to be petted on the back and scratched on the back of his neck. He's light brown on his back, ears and face, with white circles around his eyes and an off-white belly and sides.
I've been having a lot of dreams about being back in the military or back in school. I don't know why I dream about the military so much. Most of the time, I'm happy to be back for about 3 hours, until I get into the usual army bullcrap, and then I'm trying to escape or figure out why in the world I ended up back in that nonsense. I hope that never happens. The school dreams often involve zombies or lions or wierd dangerous stuff like that.
My wife just got up, she's sharing an apple with our bunny. He loves apples. I think he loves the peel better than the meat though. wierd eh? he likes eating banana peels too. I don't think it's bad for him, but I guess it could be. I hope he knows what's good for him, because the book only said "all fruits are good, and most vegetables" it specified which veggies not to feed him, but said nothing about any fruit parts that are bad.
Raw potatoes are bad, tomatoes are bad, most commercial lettuce will make him bloated because of the chemicals, and they are supposed to like apples best. It says nothing about banana peels. Maybe I'll find an online forum and ask.
Anyways, now that I'm married, life's a lot better. My wife and I live in a relatively small apartment, we have a bunny and I still have my fish. The bunny's name is Nibbles. I had a nice bowl of oatmeal this morning after coming home from a morning shift at work I didn't have to be there for.
I am the lead evening prep cook at Ottavio's in AF, and once or twice a week I also work mornings to cover someone for a day off. Today I was going to cover for the morning lead, but he was supposed to be off this weekend, so he's working this morning. I found all this out after getting up at 6:40 am to show up for his 7 am shift. He showed up around 7:30 and asked "didn't J talk to you?" So I left and came home.
My bunny is a lot more social than the bunnies that lived with us when I was growing up, I guess it's because I let it out of the cage a lot and feed it mostly from my hand, well, my wife's hand more than mine but feeding by hand most of the time. Nibbles likes to explore the apartment and find places he's not supposed to get into and hide under furniture, or sometimes he just likes to run fast across the apartment and hop up on the couch. Usually when he hops up on my lap it's because he wants food, but he'll let me scoop him up in my hands pretty much any time unless he's trying to hide. I like that he lets me pick him up and hold him, he's so soft and likes to be petted on the back and scratched on the back of his neck. He's light brown on his back, ears and face, with white circles around his eyes and an off-white belly and sides.
I've been having a lot of dreams about being back in the military or back in school. I don't know why I dream about the military so much. Most of the time, I'm happy to be back for about 3 hours, until I get into the usual army bullcrap, and then I'm trying to escape or figure out why in the world I ended up back in that nonsense. I hope that never happens. The school dreams often involve zombies or lions or wierd dangerous stuff like that.
My wife just got up, she's sharing an apple with our bunny. He loves apples. I think he loves the peel better than the meat though. wierd eh? he likes eating banana peels too. I don't think it's bad for him, but I guess it could be. I hope he knows what's good for him, because the book only said "all fruits are good, and most vegetables" it specified which veggies not to feed him, but said nothing about any fruit parts that are bad.
Raw potatoes are bad, tomatoes are bad, most commercial lettuce will make him bloated because of the chemicals, and they are supposed to like apples best. It says nothing about banana peels. Maybe I'll find an online forum and ask.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
strange dreams
I don't know what happened the first time, but I was just about to post a dream I just had. It started after my dog (I think) woke me up somewhere around 2 am, so it's not very long. I was down in my room, here in my parents' basement.
Doesn't that sound so bad? Living in my parents' basement? but I guess it's a bit better when you add that I'm going to school and I'm engaged.
So here I am, with my little green buddy, and we're playing some sort of video game, as we have a tendency to do. This long, off-white snake crawls out from under my bed or from somewhere around there. It slithers over into my closet, and up over my clothes. My little green buddy doesn't see it, I'm backing up and standing up on my bed. I'm about to tell him there's a snake, but my dog Mini comes in and sees it drop to the closet floor. She barks, the snake strikes and misses, and my little green buddy jumps over to the closet and starts waving his arms, accosting the snake. I jump over there and get between him and it as it coils up to strike, and catch it as it lunges out. I've got it by the throat and I close my eyes becuase I think it may be about to spit its venom at me. Then I decide it must not be one of those spitting snakes, so I take it upstairs trying to find somewhere to throw it or otherwise relieve myself of this horrible creature. I'm making my way up to the top floor intending to throw it out the window when it occurrs to me that it would probably come back into my house or go into someone else's house, so I've got to do something else with it.
About this time, I'm in a video game, and there's these nasty bird things flying back and forth across the screen as I'm trying to get to a cliff from which I'm going to throw the snake, sending it hurtling to a squishy demise. While jumping over a small pit, I'm struck in the back by one of the birds. I lose a life and start back in my bedroom.
This time my little green buddy isn't there. My older sister Wreath is there in my room, playing video games. She doesn't see the snake, but I do. First I'm scared, but then the snake starts coming straight at her. I jump down too late. It's got her by the arm. Long fangs are pumping venom into her flesh. I panic a bit, then grab the snake by the neck and pry its jaws open and get it off her arm. I can tell she's already getting woozy as I try to dial 911. Then I wake up.
Does this have anything to do with a lasting dislike for WhiteSnake? Actually, I don't know what their music sounds like, I just don't think they could've been any good. The worst thing about this dream is that now I'm feeling jumpy just sitting in my own bedroom. Try not to have any nightmares that take place in your bedroom. It's not very cool.
Jer
Doesn't that sound so bad? Living in my parents' basement? but I guess it's a bit better when you add that I'm going to school and I'm engaged.
So here I am, with my little green buddy, and we're playing some sort of video game, as we have a tendency to do. This long, off-white snake crawls out from under my bed or from somewhere around there. It slithers over into my closet, and up over my clothes. My little green buddy doesn't see it, I'm backing up and standing up on my bed. I'm about to tell him there's a snake, but my dog Mini comes in and sees it drop to the closet floor. She barks, the snake strikes and misses, and my little green buddy jumps over to the closet and starts waving his arms, accosting the snake. I jump over there and get between him and it as it coils up to strike, and catch it as it lunges out. I've got it by the throat and I close my eyes becuase I think it may be about to spit its venom at me. Then I decide it must not be one of those spitting snakes, so I take it upstairs trying to find somewhere to throw it or otherwise relieve myself of this horrible creature. I'm making my way up to the top floor intending to throw it out the window when it occurrs to me that it would probably come back into my house or go into someone else's house, so I've got to do something else with it.
About this time, I'm in a video game, and there's these nasty bird things flying back and forth across the screen as I'm trying to get to a cliff from which I'm going to throw the snake, sending it hurtling to a squishy demise. While jumping over a small pit, I'm struck in the back by one of the birds. I lose a life and start back in my bedroom.
This time my little green buddy isn't there. My older sister Wreath is there in my room, playing video games. She doesn't see the snake, but I do. First I'm scared, but then the snake starts coming straight at her. I jump down too late. It's got her by the arm. Long fangs are pumping venom into her flesh. I panic a bit, then grab the snake by the neck and pry its jaws open and get it off her arm. I can tell she's already getting woozy as I try to dial 911. Then I wake up.
Does this have anything to do with a lasting dislike for WhiteSnake? Actually, I don't know what their music sounds like, I just don't think they could've been any good. The worst thing about this dream is that now I'm feeling jumpy just sitting in my own bedroom. Try not to have any nightmares that take place in your bedroom. It's not very cool.
Jer
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