wolven7 | "No, I've never met a girl like you, before."

Watched "Empire Records," and i re-realised something. Lucas is the man. Staying so calm, in the face of that, and yeah i know it was a movie, but still. That's pretty cool. I used to be able to be that cool. I'd just like to state that being able to feel a certain chemical, or action, leeching out of your body is not a pleasant thing. You feel empty inside, and it only augments whatever emptiness was there, before. Best to quit your addictions when you're stable! Gods i'm stupid.

Anyway. Working on the Zen, and the meditation. So if i lose $9000, in an act of altruism, i may be upset, but i'll still be able to go on. Also i'm getting really tired of people getting pissy with me, and/or constantly making fun of me. If that's the only way you can get your jollies, go to hell. But then i had these fucked up dreams, today.

I'm floating around on some scooter thing, in space, and i'm Cale, from Titan A.E. There are these little dancing, shimmering motes, in front of me, and They're part of this piece of paper, i'm holding in front of my face. They're like the Butterflies, from the Cowboy Bebop movie, on gold, and Silvery Blue, at the same time. I'm getting in line to get food, and i'm thinking about cutting in line, but i don't, and the humans thank me for it.

I'm in a cabin, by a lake and there's a pool, off to the side, within the fenced property line. There are people swimming in the pool, and a lot of the people are dying, due to various illnesses. Charles Baudelaire is walking with me, along a deck, and he takes me inside, to show me some of his early writings, and artwork. There are drawings from when he was six years old, and all kinds of wonderful writings, including a letter to the Queen of England, about how much of a bitch she was.

Brief impression of my great aunt's house.

I'm back in the cabin, and the people, there, are trying to tell me something really important. I'm reminded, again, of Whuthering Heights, and this movie with Liv Tyler, and Jeremy Irons. They have an extremely important message, for me, and i'm not really understanding it.

I'm in "Titan A.E.", again, briefly. Still waiting for food. I wake up

That's what i remember of the Dreams. This is the first time Baudelaire has ever been in my dreams, but it probably has something to do with where my head was, as i went to sleep. Talking about Cthulhu's commercials, and watching "Quills", before i went to bed, last night... Interesting, indeed. But they were good dreams, and i enjoyed them. The cabin was an interesting conglomerate of the houses of several people i know. Oh, and i made Kool-Aid, tonight.

For those of you who don't know: Wolven's Kool-Aid is Equal parts sugar, kool-aid powder, and some highly caffeinated beverage. Tonight, it was White Lightnin' Jolt, Sprite, Mtn. Dew, and 2/3 of a two litre of Coca-Cola. All together. The mixture invariably turned the colour of fresh blood, and too much of it could likely send you into a diabetic coma... i had about three pints of it, and there's more in the fridge. Hehehe. Comorbid, Devin, anyone else who's reading this and has had The Kool-Aid: Comments?

And here's my horror scope, for today. The mocking/apt fuckers: When you are not working, you probably expect to be able to relax, right? Well, Wolven, your "downtime" can't always be that. You might be feeling stressed because the chores have piled up to the point where you can no longer ignore them. True, they can probably wait a bit longer, but you'll have to face them sooner or later. Try to stay focused and positive - think about how good it'll feel to have all of your chores behind you.

And other than that, i think it's about time for me to go to bed, now. I have shit that i have to do, tomorrow, including calling the phone company. I could stay up, all night, and drink kool-aid, and go nuts, but there's no one to stay up with me. And Kool-Aid's always more fun, when you have someone with whom to interact. So good night, my pretties. Fly, and fly well. Moo hoo ha ha.

Dream Well