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I had a dream last night. it was most intense.
i was farting around on the net yesterday, and i got the most evil headache that would eventually turn into a migraine. i fucking hate those. anyhoo, i logged off, puked and went to bed. like you really cared about the specifics, right?
so i had this amazing dream last night about these pirates. well, it didn't start out that way. ok, so like this guy in a suit goes to this hotel, and he sees this beautiful woman, dressed in a skimpy black dress. her hair is straight, and falls to her chest, and is wearing a simple set of pearls. she is thin, not big breasted, and wearing black hose and heels. He is dumbfounded by her, and follows her into the elevator she gets into.
She doesn't want to share the elevator with him, and urges the elevator attendant to close the doors. she looks impatient, and the guy hustles. his hands barely make it to open the door to let him in. upset, she sighs, and lets teh attendent let him in. inside, the elevator starts to tumble. it rotates around, the doors open, and it seems as if doing this on purpose, but it cannot complete it's task. the woman motions to the man that it's because he is there, the elevator doesn't know who he is. the elevator won't work.
He looks like she is on drugs, but it doesn't matter. he is with her. the elevator does a final tumble, and it finally rolls over, the doors open. Then man holds himself steady against the walls, and the woman simply walks out, seemingly vanishing into thin air.
exiting the elevator, he sees a large white hall lined in gilted sculpture along the cieling corners. The carpet is a deep dark red in color, with roman patterns. it is soft to walk on. it leads to a large gathering room, and there are plants in large urns welcoming him. he notices the woman again, only this time, she is dressed in a large jacket, looking like it belongs to a corsair. It is french design, the colors are red and black. there are gold buttons, and she wears a long fully busseled skirt. her hair is pulled up in a strange bun, and she carries a large ornamental sword.
she takes it out of it's sheath, and points it at him. you are not invited, she says, because he did not want you here. the man starts to recognize were he is, and slowly begins to understand. she dissappears for the second time. he tries to find her.
he finds her inside of a meeting hall. it is set up as a funeral. there are four bodies in LARGE caskets. way to large for just one body. they are propped up on stands to make tables, and there are interesting religious cloths underneath them. the two at the front are open, with two middle aged people, a man and woman, in very nice evening wear. the woman is in a purple dress, she has dark curly hair that is pulled back, and she has dark tan skin. the man is in a dark naval suit. he has a well trimmed beard, nad has a sash of patches going around him like a scout.
the front caskets have Glass lids, and skeletal remains are inside. inbetween all the caskets, there are rows of chairs, but they are disregarded, the people are up and about, crying and talking amoungst themselves about the departed. the man walks through slowly, and recognizes the woman. he doesn't know her name, but he recognizes her face. a few of the people around him recognize his face, and welcome him home. he looks at them, and wonders what they are talking about. he rocognizes the man for sure. it is his father.
He sees the woman at the front of the room again. she points his sword at him, and says he must leave. he did not want him here. she is in charge now. teh man looks at him and announces to her that he is her brother. he was lead here. his father wanted him here. she ignore him, and walks up to him, and points the sword into his chest. theman takes it form her, and says he is in charge now. he will bring back the glory of the pirates.
she looks defeated. no, you can't, she says. i have lead them, and they have been doing right by me. he agrees with her, but insists that they can do better.
The people cheer that he is back, and they dump the dead bodies further into their appointed caskets, and close them. they throw their caskets out to sea.
The man and the woman then bear children.
ok, so i wake up after that. it got disturbing.
i had another dream about being in rome. i've never been there, but the visions were intense. i remember looking at all the sculpture, and having more knowledge of the sculpture than the people that lived there. you see, i LOVE the sculpture. it is the best part.
and it was christmas.
anyhoo. other than that, been fucking around in etherium, i have no life, no one loves me, yadda yadda. and i get to spend the weekend by myself with a cat that has irritable bowel syndrome. whoopdeefuckingdoo. i have an interview with at&t on the 21st. i hope i get the job. i have no money.
and unfortunately, i'm still here. giving you this wonderful progress report about how i am still alive, and you get this wonderful progress report and yadda yadda.
Blarg. it doesn't get better than this.
i was farting around on the net yesterday, and i got the most evil headache that would eventually turn into a migraine. i fucking hate those. anyhoo, i logged off, puked and went to bed. like you really cared about the specifics, right?
so i had this amazing dream last night about these pirates. well, it didn't start out that way. ok, so like this guy in a suit goes to this hotel, and he sees this beautiful woman, dressed in a skimpy black dress. her hair is straight, and falls to her chest, and is wearing a simple set of pearls. she is thin, not big breasted, and wearing black hose and heels. He is dumbfounded by her, and follows her into the elevator she gets into.
She doesn't want to share the elevator with him, and urges the elevator attendant to close the doors. she looks impatient, and the guy hustles. his hands barely make it to open the door to let him in. upset, she sighs, and lets teh attendent let him in. inside, the elevator starts to tumble. it rotates around, the doors open, and it seems as if doing this on purpose, but it cannot complete it's task. the woman motions to the man that it's because he is there, the elevator doesn't know who he is. the elevator won't work.
He looks like she is on drugs, but it doesn't matter. he is with her. the elevator does a final tumble, and it finally rolls over, the doors open. Then man holds himself steady against the walls, and the woman simply walks out, seemingly vanishing into thin air.
exiting the elevator, he sees a large white hall lined in gilted sculpture along the cieling corners. The carpet is a deep dark red in color, with roman patterns. it is soft to walk on. it leads to a large gathering room, and there are plants in large urns welcoming him. he notices the woman again, only this time, she is dressed in a large jacket, looking like it belongs to a corsair. It is french design, the colors are red and black. there are gold buttons, and she wears a long fully busseled skirt. her hair is pulled up in a strange bun, and she carries a large ornamental sword.
she takes it out of it's sheath, and points it at him. you are not invited, she says, because he did not want you here. the man starts to recognize were he is, and slowly begins to understand. she dissappears for the second time. he tries to find her.
he finds her inside of a meeting hall. it is set up as a funeral. there are four bodies in LARGE caskets. way to large for just one body. they are propped up on stands to make tables, and there are interesting religious cloths underneath them. the two at the front are open, with two middle aged people, a man and woman, in very nice evening wear. the woman is in a purple dress, she has dark curly hair that is pulled back, and she has dark tan skin. the man is in a dark naval suit. he has a well trimmed beard, nad has a sash of patches going around him like a scout.
the front caskets have Glass lids, and skeletal remains are inside. inbetween all the caskets, there are rows of chairs, but they are disregarded, the people are up and about, crying and talking amoungst themselves about the departed. the man walks through slowly, and recognizes the woman. he doesn't know her name, but he recognizes her face. a few of the people around him recognize his face, and welcome him home. he looks at them, and wonders what they are talking about. he rocognizes the man for sure. it is his father.
He sees the woman at the front of the room again. she points his sword at him, and says he must leave. he did not want him here. she is in charge now. teh man looks at him and announces to her that he is her brother. he was lead here. his father wanted him here. she ignore him, and walks up to him, and points the sword into his chest. theman takes it form her, and says he is in charge now. he will bring back the glory of the pirates.
she looks defeated. no, you can't, she says. i have lead them, and they have been doing right by me. he agrees with her, but insists that they can do better.
The people cheer that he is back, and they dump the dead bodies further into their appointed caskets, and close them. they throw their caskets out to sea.
The man and the woman then bear children.
ok, so i wake up after that. it got disturbing.
i had another dream about being in rome. i've never been there, but the visions were intense. i remember looking at all the sculpture, and having more knowledge of the sculpture than the people that lived there. you see, i LOVE the sculpture. it is the best part.
and it was christmas.
anyhoo. other than that, been fucking around in etherium, i have no life, no one loves me, yadda yadda. and i get to spend the weekend by myself with a cat that has irritable bowel syndrome. whoopdeefuckingdoo. i have an interview with at&t on the 21st. i hope i get the job. i have no money.
and unfortunately, i'm still here. giving you this wonderful progress report about how i am still alive, and you get this wonderful progress report and yadda yadda.
Blarg. it doesn't get better than this.