Dream time!

Last night I had a strange dream.   Every time I thought about writing it down today, the thought escaped me and I forgot again. So I’m writing now while I can. Lol

Okay, it starred me and Damon Wayans.  This guy > http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001834/    I was in jeans and t-shirt.  Damon was dressed oddly.   He had skin tight purple leggings with a paisley top that hung off of one shoulder and he had a red bandana on his head and he wore big loop earrings. O.o  lmao  Anyways, We were in this huge building. It wasn’t a house. I think it was underground.  We were in a very long hallway and I couldn’t see either end of it.  Along the hallway were tons of doors.  I wanted to just walk down the hallway and find the end of it. Damon thought the way out was behind a door.  So he was opening each door.  He had a funny talk too.

“Let’s see what’s behind this one.”  He opens door and screams like a girl, and slams it shut. “Okay, not this one.  Let’s go to the next one.”

It would go on and on like that.  He wasn’t finding anything good behind the doors but I was laughing too much to be scared.

We were on like the 12th door when I woke up.  

Dream time!

Last night, I dreamed that I was at a grocery store in the checkout.  It was my turn and the cashier sort of looked like Angela Bassett.  I struck up a conversation with her and she had a New Orleans accent.  I told her I had been laid off so jokingly asked if she could give me any deals.    She said she’d see what she could do.   She then talked about herself. she said she married James Garner last year but nobody believed her because he died in 2014.  I told her it did seem pretty unbelievable.   

She leaned closer to me and said “Ah, but I’ll let you in on a secret, cher.  I brought him back to life.  I ask the spirits to bring him back to me and they listened.   I will ask the spirits to help you too.” 

The whole time, a customer behind me is snorting and laughing and not hiding the fact that he thinks the cashier is fruity.  I’m thinking, but James Garner died in 2014. She’s not really married to him.  Maybe she’s an obsessed fan who can’t deal with his death.  Then I suddenly hear her say.  “Ah, yes. here he comes now.”  

I look up and here comes James freaking Garner walking up to her with a huge smile on his face.  He looks younger, maybe in his 50s.  I’m stunned as he walks right up to her and kisses her.   He looks at me and I just say “uh... Hi James.”  

“Hi yourself.  I see she’s been talking about me again.”    

“Yea. she has.”  

The cashier is smiling huge because she’s looking around and all her coworkers have basically stopped doing anything and are staring at James Garner.   I lean back in to her and say  “So, do you think the spirits really could help me?”

And then I woke up.  

Dream time!

I haven't shared a dream here in a while so here's the latest one I had last Thursday night.

Last night, I dreamed that everybody in the world could suddenly remember everything about their past lives.  Every detail, every life they ever lived was fresh in their minds.  It caused issues with a lot of people.   

I was upset about one of my past lives.  In it, I was a girl about 10 years old and the setting reminded me of Little House on the Prairie with the houses and dresses.   I was wearing a dusty rose dress and a bonnet.  I was mad because my aunt (she was also my current Aunt) promised to show me how to make pinafores but she kept delaying and coming up with excuses as to why she hadn’t shown me yet.  Side note, I didn’t know what pinafores were until I googled it this morning.  Weird.  Anyways, I decided to go to my aunt’s house and make her show me.  I was tired of waiting.  To get to her house, I had to walk along the woods.  There was a ditch on one side of me and the trees on the other side with a river in the ditch.   I tripped and fell down the ditch and into the river, then drowned. 

In my current life, I was sitting around the table with Mom and two of my Facebook friends, Sharon and Kathy S.   Mom was asking why my Aunt Kathy wasn’t at the table with her and I explained that I was too mad at her and told them the past life with me drowning.  Mom told me to let it go already because she wanted to see her sister.  Sharon agreed with me and said I had the right to be mad.  Kathy S. agreed with my mom. 

An argument started about who was right and who was wrong and I woke up in the middle of the argument

Star Studded Dream

 

I don’t normally dream of celebrities all that often.  My dreams usually have people I’ve never met before.  Strangers.   Well, early this morning, I had a dream with few celebrities in it and this one creeped me out.  sounds like a movie in the making to me and knew I had to share it on my blog.  So here ya go.    

 

Alec Baldwin sent me an email, talking about a charity lunch that a ton of stars were going to.  At first, I got excited because I thought he was going to ask me to go but then he started talking about Anthony Hopkins and his daughters.   He was saying that they were all sweet and 9 years old.   Before I knew it, Alec was asking me to babysit Anthony's kids.  

 

I was going to say no but then I thought " hey, I'll be in a celebrity's house.  I can take lots of pictures and make up a story to explain why I was there."   

 

So I accepted.  Alec sent me the address to show up and when.  I drive there in my ford Taurus I used to have and realize, it's the place where the charity lunch is taking place.   I park the car and step out and on my way to the building, 4 identical 9 year old blonde girls step in my path. They all wore pretty white dresses with red sash around their waists and they had a red ribbon in their hair.   

 

They spoke as one with one voice.  "You don't belong here."  

 

Creeped out, I stepped around them and said "how about I look for your dad and let him decide?"  

 

So I dash into the building and find several long tables set up and people milling about.   I stopped at the first table and asked a guy where I could find Anthony Hopkins.  His voice made me turn and look at him.  It was Gerard butler with long hair. Wow.   He pointed me to the right table and I found Hopkins talking to Stephen Hawkins but Hawkins voice device wasn't working.  Instead, he had to mumble his words but Hopkins understood him fine.  

 

"Mr. Hopkins?  Hi, I'm Katie."  He looks at me blankly "Alec Baldwin said you needed a babysitter today so here I am.  He sent me an email about it.  I printed it up and it's in my car. I can get it if you want to see it. ". 

 

"That won't be necessary.  The girls are fine by themselves.  They're just outside and know where I am. "

 

"Are you sure?  I can stay and watch over them."

 

"You don't want to do that. Trust me.  They are better off left alone."

 

" okie dokie.  I'll just be leaving now".  

 

I rush out to my car and see the girls on the grass kicking a red rubber school ball back and forth to each other.  They giggle and look innocent until they all look at me at the same time.   Yeah, I hurried to my car and started it.   Put it in reverse and stepped on the break, only to find the pedal is gone. The gas pedal is gone too.  The car rolls backward and I can't stop it.  I try to change gears to stop it, and the car goes forward and bumps into another parked car.  I hear laughter to the left of me and see all four girls, standing beside my car, laughing at me.   

 

Yeah, that's when I woke up

 

Katie the Spy

I know I haven't posted on here in a while so I thought I'd entertain you with a dream I had last night.  so here ya go....

 

I was supposed to retrieve a usb drive from a building.  I had to sneak in, grab it and get out. spy stuff. I managed to grab the usb drive but on my way out, I was caught by two brothers.  

 

One was more sympathetic to me.  He wouldn't let his brother hurt me.   I tried to talk him into letting me go with the drive because it had really bad stuff on it. stuff that could kill people. the brothers took me to a room where the sympathetic one tied me to a chair but he tied the ropes loosely.  once I was alone, I managed to free myself.   I went to the door, surprised to find it unlocked.   I was able to hear the two brothers talk and the really bad one said he was taking the drive to the main server room.  Once the drive was plugged in, the info would spread and people would start dying or something like that.   I didn't understand how but I knew I couldn't let it happen. 

 

The sympathetic one knew I was there and listening but he didn't say anything.  I was able to follow them to the room.  Once the brothers were in the room, I hid in a closet across from them and waited for them to go away. 

soon the brothers left.   I got into the room and easily found the usb drive.  I swiped it and got out of the room.  I was running down the hall when I heard voices.  I ducked in another room and waited until the voices went away.  I did this repeatedly as I went down the floors.  Finally, I reached the lobby of the huge building to see both brothers standing there, waiting for me.  the really evil brother had his good one in cuffs  and leaning in front of him on his knees.  the bad one had a gun to his head. 

 

Bad guy "He always was a bit too kind hearted for my tastes.   I knew he'd fall for your charms sooner or later." 

 

me "Well, let us go and you won't have to worry about us anymore." 

 

bad guy laughs "I'm afraid I can't do that.  Give me the usb drive."    He cocks his gun.  "Now."   

 

the good brother shakes his head no but I can't let him die.  so I hand over the usb drive.  The bad guy hooks it up to a computer that magically appears (hey, it's a dream after all) and presses a few buttons.  "do you know what's on this drive?  What the information does?"   I shake my head no.  "Let me demonstrate." 

 

Suddenly, I hear heavy metallic footsteps headed my way.   the bad guy has a huge grin on his face and looks behind me.   As the foot steps get closer, I look over my shoulder.  "Oh crap."  

 

The bad guy starts laughing because he's obviously crazy.  "You see, my dear?   This usb drive has the key components for artificial intelligence.  The military designed it so they could create their own robots to replace soldiers.  Once I heard about it,  I just had to have it.    It works wonderfully, doesn't it?"  He laughs again then speaks to the robot.  "X-412, target is the female in front of you.   Kill her."  

 

I duck as the robot reaches for me.  I get behind it, trying to find some wires to pull or something.   I was fighting a robot twice my size to the death and.....

 

I woke up.   I hope I lived.  lmao

Paranormal Beliefs

We have become disillusioned as a society.  We don’t believe in much these days.   While skeptics serve a purpose, I fear skeptics are taking over.    Now, I’m not talking about religion (that’s a whole other can of worms).  I’m talking about the paranormal.    I used to think that people would believe in UFO’s, ghosts, bigfoot, and other things if they saw it with their own eyes.  I no longer believe this.  With all of the opinions I’ve read that people have, I don’t believe people will believe.  

If an apparition suddenly stands before these disillusioned people, they won’t believe it.  They’ll think they are just imagining it or something they ate went bad.  Even if the ghost yells “Helloooooooo! I’m a ghost!”  and you can see right through them, the non-believer won’t believe.   So it’s common sense that pictures of ghosts are immediately rejected and explained away by these people.

If they see a light in the sky, they’ll say it’s just a helicopter or an airplane, or even a satellite.  I bet that even if they were abducted and probed, they’d try to take masks off of the aliens.  

As for bigfoot and other cryptids?  If they had the dead body of a sasquatch in front of them, they’d search for wires and seams to prove it’s a fake.   

I have seen a UFO.  I have had encounters with a few ghosts. I have heard things, felt things and seen things that are paranormal. 

I will go right on believing.  I will not be one of the disillusioned.   I believe in the paranormal but I don’t believe in people.

The obstacle course

I had a new dream!!!!!! Yay! I love my dreams and hadn't had a new one since August. This one though is very different. I'll just post it below and you can shake your head at me later. I blame the mead I had at dinner. lol



The dream starts and I’m on a small Asian type boat with guy. I don’t know his name but he has short brown hair and a scraggly beard and is dressed in black. So I’ll call him Blackie. We arrive a set of floating buildings that have a prisoner on them. There are 4 sets of these carved stone prisons floating about. The first one we come to, we meet the guild who is the prisoner on this floating thing. He shows us to the obstacle course we need to go through.

The obstacle course is full of water and vines hanging down from the ceiling and boulders spaced out everywhere. We have to go through the course without touching the water. We do this so we can activate the statue that is at the end of the course so we can get the next clue. Blackie and me make it through the course with difficulty but we make it and we stand before the statue. The statue is an old Asian woman and when we are in front of it, her eyes light up and she begins to move. She gives us the next clue and we leave the floating prison and go to the next.

The next one, the course is harder to get through but looks the same as the first. The prisoner on this prison is more rough and tries to take me away from Blackie. Blackie fights him and we go through the course. The statue on the end of this course is another Asian woman, younger than the first. Her eyes light up and she tells us the clue we need. You have to go through all four prison and courses because all clues are only part of the larger clue.

We move on to the next course and this prisoner is even scarier than the last the last one. He fights Blackie and soon dies in the fight. We start to go through the course but a new prisoner has popped in the middle of it. Blackie fights him and tells me to keep going to the statue. I arrive at the statue alone and look back to see Blackie die by the hands of the new prisoner. I scream and cry and I’m afraid because I have to continue alone.

I get back to my boat, determined to see the final clue and when I arrive at the next course, there’s a new person in black with a mask on. He tells me that he is my new partner. There are two prisoners on this last floating prison and the course is even harder than the all the others. This floating prison is in two parts and we are on the first. The new guy in black makes friends with the prisoner on the first part of the prison and suddenly there’s a new gal there as well. She is being held captive by this prisoner. The new guy in black and the prisoner drag us to a large bed and force us to strip and lie down. While the prisoner is busy getting busy with his captive, the new guy in black is laying on top of me. He still has his mask on and tears are streaming down my face because I know what he’s going to do.

Just before he starts (yes, his pants are down and he’s…. hovering), he lies motionless on top of me and looks into my eyes. I look into his eyes and suddenly I know. It’s him. It’s Blackie! Before I could ask how it was possible he was here, he kissed me, silencing me. I knew he wanted me quiet so I nodded. We were laying that, gazing into each others eyes and….

I woke up. Damn it! Lol I lay in bed, trying to get back to sleep but the damn cat had other ideas.. I wanted to finish the dream, not just to see what Blackie would do but go through the obstacle course and hear the forth clue and see what happened next. Damn cat for keeping me awake. lol

Writing without thought

I have read that a lot of authors carefully plan out scenes and how they want their stories to be told. I never was one for planning. When I write, I just sit down in front of the computer with the file open and start writing. A lot of times, I don't know how a scene will go until I've actually written it.

I let the words flow from me and then go back and read what I wrote. A scene I just now wrote and completed, took a very interesting turn. When I reread it, I thought "Well that was unexpected."

It may sound odd for a me to say that about my own writing but that is how I work. I have to say, I like it too. I write without plans, without outlines, or thinking ahead. I write without thought and books appear.

and I like it!

I had an adventure with one of my characters

I think I have been reading too many paranormal romance novels lately and I've been writing too much or focusing too much(if there is such a thing) in my book.

Last night, I dreamed of the ghost in my book. His name is Eric. In the dream, I was in bed, trying to get to sleep when the room grew cold. I saw the air sort of shimmer next to my bed and Eric manifested there. He looked as he does in my book, tall, shoulder length hair, nice build, see through and yummy. lol

"What...How?" I started to say as I sat up in bed.

"We have business to attend to. Come with me." Eric said and held out his hand.

"But..." I was still shocked to see him standing there, a character I created.

"Come. I'll explain later. We must leave now." Eric insisted.

I took his hand and before I could get out of bed, Eric and I disappeared from my bedroom. A second later, and we were in a forest but I didn't know where. Eric looked around as if looking for something, then we disappeared again. We reappeared in a strange home. Again, Eric looked around for something. Before I could say anything, we disappeared again. Now, my stomach was starting to act up. You go popping into various places and see how your stomach acts. lol

When we reappeared again, we were in what I guessed was a castle. It had stone walls, torches instead of lamps, drafty, dark and looked cool. Eric started looking around again but before we could disappear again, I yanked my hand away and stepped back.

"What is the matter?" Eric asked.

"Has it occurred to you that I can't handle poofing around like that?" I snapped at him and leaned against the wall for support. "Just what are you looking for anyway? Why did you drag me out of bed?"

"I thought you knew. You created me." Eric replied.

"I know I created you but that I doesn't mean I know what's going on. Just tell me." I asked him.

"We have to leave. She isn't here." Eric replied. He took my hand again and we disappeared again.

Now, I found myself in a field that I recognized from my book. "That's it. I've had enough." I yelled at him.

"We don't have time for this." Eric told me calmly.

"Then tell me what the Hell is going on!" I yelled.

Eric sighed, "Something went wrong."

"Ya think?" I snapped.

Eric remained quiet as he paced in the field beside me. When he finally stopped pacing, he looked at me once and then disappeared, leaving me in the field alone.

"You can't leave me here!" I yelled after him. "Asshole!"

Then I woke up. lol I don't think there are many writers who dream of their character from their book. Why I dreamed it is a mystery. It doesn't really follow the plot of my book. I think it's just a sign that I read too much. Of course, out of all the characters I have created in my 3 books, I am glad I dreamed of him. He was yummy. lol Just wish he told me what was going on. lol

Sleep...

Ah sleep. that elusive thing that we all crave every night. Since I have been on leave of absence from work, my sleep schedule is totally screwed up. Here it is, : AM and I'm not sleepy. I have chased my cat around the apartment. I played catch the red devil with him (laser beam). now I'm listening to my ipod and swaying and dancing to music in my living room.

This has to change and soon. I go back to work on Monday and I can't really show up all exhausted and sleepy. So I thought that tonight, since I'm not tired, I may as well stay awake all night. maybe nap tomorrow and go to bed at my "normal" time and get up Sunday morning at my normal work time. I need to try get back to my usual sleeping schedule.

But not tonight... tonight, I dance! with the blinds closed of course.. lol

Camping Stories... The perils of big cars on narrow roads

Now, I don't remember a lot of my childhood, maybe I blocked it out because of so many scary camping trips. lol So I don't know if these pieces are one camping trip or many.

Now, in the mountains here, there are a ton of dirt roads with steep inclines and sometimes there's barely enough room for one car to drive on, let alone two. I remember one road in particular that we went on a lot up near Georgetown. You couldn't see around the turn of the road, so you had no clue if a car was coming or not. You just had to hope that the if there was another car coming, that they honked their horn or heard you honk yours. Sometimes, you had to go in reverse when another car was coming the other way because you had to find a 'wide' spot in the road. yup, scary times but it happened so often that I think I got used to it despite looking out the window and seeing the cliff inches from your tires. lol

That brings me to another tidbit. I can remember we had a big blue van. I don't remember the year or anything, I just can remember seeing the van. Now, this part, I've pieced together from my parents. There was one dirt road that we managed to get the blue up, barely. One one turn, I vaguely remember we had to get out of the van while dad tried to get it back on the road. You see, one of the back tires was hanging off into the air. Mom and I think my aunt and brother, started getting rocks and basically built up a road underneath the tire that was just hanging out there. Once they had enough rocks, dad was able to move the van forward. we all breathed a sigh 0f relief and got back in the van.

I also remember an old hanging wooden bridge. It had gaps between the planks and hung low in the middle and it swayed freely with no supports on any part of it, nothing on the sides to grab on to and nothing holding it up. It was certainly wide enough for a car to go over but nobody in their right mind would try it. Right? Wrong! Dad decided he could take the van over it just fine. I believe mom called him names and everybody got out of the van and walked across the bridge, leaving dad alone in the van. We walked slowly and carefully across the bridge and it supported our weight just fine. Behind us, Dad started inching the van across the bridge and we hurried over and waited anxiously. Slowly the van crept across the van and miraculously, he made it across.

We all piled back into the van and went on our merry way. I think it was after that trip that mom decided staying at home was the better thing to do. After that, when we went camping, it was my dad with mom at home. I just emailed dad to see if he remembers where that bridge is. I was hoping to find a picture of it somewhere for you. my description does not do the scene justice. lol

I do remember another incident with my mom but I don't remember if it was that blue van or a different white van we had or what. I can remember we were driving pretty high in the mountains and it was a foggy day. Visibility wasn't that great that high up. The dirt road we were on was a bit bumpy and suddenly mom yelled "Stop the car!" Dad stopped the car and looked at mom. The fog lifted to reveal that the road ended abruptly only about 20 feet from where mom said to stop. Not only did it end abruptly, it was a cliff and the drop was at least 100 feet. Something told mom to stop because we couldn't see squat in front of us.

I think that's enough rambling today. Hope you enjoyed it! Tomorrow, I'll share a camping trip with our white pick up truck that had a camper shell on it.

Okay, so I emailed my dad and asked where the bridge was and he sent a link that shows the bridge. it wasn't what i remembered. I distinctly remember a reddish bridge that drooped. maybe that was a different one. lol Here's what my dad said and the link to the pictures.


"I drove past Blackhawk to Rollinsville on Highway 119 then took the old Moffat Road narrow gauge RR trail to the Needle Eye Tunnel (Now collapsed). The other side of the tunnel took us to a 200 foot trestle that wobbled and shook… you guys got out… I drove over… the road eventually went over Rollins Pass… there was a ghost town there with the old hotel… eventually you wound up in up in winter Park. There were snow sheds for the trains.. ghost towns of Penelope and Antelope…. We didn’t need no stinkin’ 4X4!!! We were invincible!!!



Go here… lots of pictures of the devils slide trestles!!!!Dad http://www.matts-place.com/trains/colorado/rollins.html "

Direct link to one of the pictures http://www.matts-place.com/trains/colorado/images/rp061800d.jpg

Camping Stories.. The introduction

After reminicing about camping with a coworker, I thought I'd post some of my most memorable camping stories here.

I'll start out with my introduction to camping. I believe I was 6 months old at the time. Mom had set me down in my carrier next to the campfire. They had gathered flat rocks to use to set pans on and coffee pot to heat up hot water. They put a nice sized flat rock in the fire and went off to do something.

The way my mom tells it, they suddenly heard a loud pop coming from my direction. They looked around and spotted the flat rock going straight up in the air. The rock popped again and broke into two pieces and started coming back down. Evidently, one half of the rock landed mere inches from my tiny little head.

Yup, nice exciting time for a first camping trip, eh? And that's just the start of the stories. Tomorrow, I'll post another one for you to read.

What goes ON in my head

I headed back to my desk with a cup of fresh coffee to help open my eyes a bit. I glance out of the floor to ceiling windows at the parking lot behind the quiet building. The landscape was sculpted by rocks and tall walls as if to hold back the dirt and land from edging forth. I spot movement on a wall and my eyes go to that spot. A humanoid like shadow crawling down the wall, head first to the parking lot below. It's arms and legs are thin but they hold him to the wall with ease. I drink my coffee, still staring out of the window at this thing on the wall. The things head turns and looks directly at me with evil in it's eyes. I wave at the thing, it waves back and we continue on with our separate lives.

As you probably know by now, I have extra weird thoughts roaming around in my head. The above paragraph was just one of them as I got a fresh cup of coffee and went back to my desk at work. Of course, I'm half awake since people fired off fireworks for hours into the night. Think I'll look out the window again and try to spot the shadow.

Yup, I'm a writer with weird thoughts.. who'd a thunk? lol

Note to self: learn to proof read what you type...

Vampy thoughts

Have you ever noticed in vampire books that when the male vampire finds a mate, he gets possessive and says 'mine'? I haven't noticed that too often in werewolf books or other paranormal books. Show me a vampire book and I'll almost guarrantee the vamp will be possessive.

My books are the exception. My first two books that I wrote are vampire books and I didn't include that obsessed thought of 'mine'. It makes me wonder if I should write that in somehow. Is it some sort of unwritten rule to have that possessition in vampire books? Is that what readers want in the books they hold in their hands?

What do you think? Do readers want to get lost in the idea of a vampire owning them?

Writer's Blah

Howdy Folks.  I'm considering starting a third book.  Common Sense tells me not to do it and to concentrate on finishing my second book.  I know I should do that. I really should.  However, I think I'm kind of burned out on it.  I don't think I have much further to go in the book, may be 3 or 4 more chapters.  I just don't think I can do it right now. I'm not giving up on the book and I may very well nix the whole idea of a third book for now and continue the second one.  It's just I'm kind of blah about it. 

 

I'm also thinking that if I start a third book with a fresh new idea, just to take a break from the second book for a while, it may help renew my ideas or creativity and be able to continue the second one with renewed vigor.  I'm sure other writers have the same issue if you search the internet, most people tell you not to write 2 books at once because you'll get confused and start mingling the plots together.  I'm sure that will happen to me but I can't force myself to write and continue the book at the moment when it's kind of blah to me.  Don't get me wrong, I love my second book.   You just can't expect somebody to keep writing in the same thing all the time.   I know if I didn't have a full time job, the book would be long finished by now. 

 

On other writing, I am considering submitting some poems to contests or literary magazines just to see if I can get anything published.  So if you know of a magazine or anything that accepts poetry from newbies, let me know.  Otherwise, I will have to search online for magazines and come up with something. lol 

 

That's all for now. Thanks for reading my ramblings.  As always, you don't need an account to leave a comment,  you just need to do a word verification.  I had to do that so I wouldn't get spam comments.  

 

 

My Mind is a Blank Page

At night, when I'm in bed and trying to get to sleep, I have a million random things running through my head.  Who doesn't, right?  Yea well, my random thoughts are just that, random.   One minute, I'll think about my cat, the next second, I'll think about my book, and then think about a movie I want to see or book I want to read.  Hell, sometimes, I even think of new poems to write down.   Trust me, my thoughts get so random, it's scary! 

 

To hush these noisy thoughts and to stop my mind from racing, I imagine a blank page, the ruled kind like in notebooks. (for some reason, unlined paper just doesn't work for me) I concentrate on that blank page until my mind quiets down.  It's weird but it works for me about 80% of the time.  the other 20% percent, words start appearing on the blank page to form a poem until I have to get up and go write that crap down.  lol 

 

Last night, I started my little blank page bit, focusing on it and until I felt my mind calm down.   then a poem popped into my head. It's not the best but this what happens when my mind is left to wander on it's own.

 

My mind is a blank page,

Awaiting instruction

No longer trapped in a cage,

Free from obstruction

 

My mind is a blank page,

Ready to be used

Out there on the world's stage

Trying not to be confused.   

 

What tricks do you have to stop your mind, to quiet those thoughts that just won't go away?

My Protector Celebrity

Last night, I dreamed of a celebrity.  I'm not going to tell you which one, until the end.  You know, shock value and all.  lol 

The dream starts with me in the kitchen of a huge house, probably a mansion.  In the kitchen (black counter top, black cabinets, black appliances and it was night too) were some monitors where I could see what was happening in various areas in and out of the house.   I look at the bedroom monitor and spot the celebrity in bed, looking right at the camera, knowing I was watching.  He gives a sexy smirk and starts stripping.  Shirt goes off, the guy hooks a thumb in his pants waist and starts pulling down.  I basically run to the bedroom.  Lmao  

The scene changes and it's morning.  I walk out into the hallway and spot Pipsqueek running back and forth in the long hallway, he's just going nuts and having fun.  So I decide to join him.  The floor of the hallway was wood and polished so it was slick. I have fuzzy socks on.  You see where this is going?  Yup, I run ¾ of the way down the hallway after the cat and slide the remaining quarter way to the wall.  I run back down the other way and do the same thing.  It was a lot of fun.   My celebrity walks to the doorway and watches me.  He starts walking towards me and Pipsqueek runs past him and the guy said "Yo, Pip. Calm down, cat."   The celebrity and I hug. 

Scene changes again and I'm running for my life.  I'm terrified and running through trimmed grass and it's night.   So, all I really see is the grass and darkness around me.    I look back and whatever is there is getting closer. I don't know what it is but I have to run.  I suddenly run straight into my celebrity who hugs me tightly and tells me to calm down. 

Celebrity "What's wrong? Why are you running?"

Me through tears "It's after me!" 

Celebrity  gets all macho and steps in front of me, ready to fight but he doesn't see anything.  "There's nothing here.  See?" He says waving a hand around. "You know I'll protect you, right.  Nothing can hurt here." 

He pulls me to him, my head is on his chest, one of his hands is on the back of my head, he's just saying "shh, it's okay"  as I cry into his chest.     And then I woke up.

So, any guesses as to who my celebrity is?  Any at all?  

Okay, here are a couple of clues.    He's muscular.  He's been in many action movies and he's not governor. Lol  He's played a cop, an ex military fighter, an assassin and (I'm sure you'll know who it is after I say this)  a boxer!  

Yup, you guess it.  It was Sylvester Stallone.  Knowing that, go back and read the dream. Lol  I was kind of weirded out this morning and even said "what the Hell?!"  and you know when I say that about my dream, something is very odd. Lmao

How are you today?

Have you noticed that the question "how are you today" has turned into a nicety? It's a polite thing to ask and you always answer that you are fine, okay, all right, or some other generic "okay" response.

What would happen if people suddenly started responding honestly? It doesn't matter if you know the person or not, just imagine if you started replying with how you feel.

Person 1 "Hi, How are you today?"

Person 2 "I feel like shit, I'm depressed and I have diarhea."

Person 1 .........

Person 1 would not know how to respond to that. How much you want to bet that you'd get something like "uh huh, that's nice." LOL

I'm not saying you have to say everything that's wrong with you. If I did that, I'd be answering all day. lol I guess I'm just saying that the question is not just a nice thing to ask. If you ask the question, be prepared for the answer. You may be shocked that somebody doesn't give you the generic answer. If they do give the generic answer, it doesn't mean that they are really fine. They could be giving the short and "polite" answer.

Think about it. What effect on the world would it have if somebody gave an honest answer? What effect on that person's world could it have if you show that you not only heard them, but listened to them.

The world you change could be your own.

These ladies aint no angels

Had another weird dream last night. It woke me up at 10:20 and as I lay there, thinking about it, I decided to get up and email a part of the dream to a friend. it was just... odd. lol

Dream starts with a red head woman running trying to escape a building that was surrounded by water. She starts swimming and goes invisible. A shot rings out and the woman re-appears dead and floating in the water. Her 3 friends mourn her and try to figure out a new way to escape their prison.

Inside the building, there is wire netting type thing over all the windows (windows on doors too). The women are trapped in one room with no way out. The blonde just came back from another experimental session with the crazy doctors. Now she can turn invisible like her dead friend did. Her 2 roommate friends can also do extraordinary things and also turn invisible. The black haired woman can throw fireballs with her hands. The third brown haired woman has extraordinary aim which is deadly when combined with her awesome knife skills.

The 3 women decide that since they don't want to die, they will make sure they can escape alive. To do that, they have to kill every body in the building to make sure they aren't chased or followed. They all turn invisible and wait for a guard to open the door to check on them. Then they break the guard's neck and sneak out into the hallway.

The dream starts fast forwarding like somebody has their finger on the fast forward button. All I see is the 3 ladies killing everybody in various ways and fast. Go invisible, show up next to somebody, kill them, disappear again. Pop in, kill, pop out.. Kind of gruesome and I'll spare you those details. Of course, the fast forward stops when they get to one room where another "patient" is out of his room and has gone insane. He chases the women and they manage to trap him between 2 doors (think of a front door and screen door type thing but both are glass). By trapping him between the 2 doors, he is basically flattened and blood goes everywhere like you step on a ketchup packet. Lol

The women start swimming in the water and digging around to find keys to their car. After a lot of searching, they find the keys and just as they reach their car, another guard runs out and starts shooting at them. But the knife thrower has it covered. She throws a knife that lands in the barrel of the rifle. And then throws another knife that lands between the dude's eyes.

The three women drive off into the water in their old '50's style car. As you see the car drive off into the sunset (in the water lol) the dream camera goes back to a wall in the building they left. I'm thinking it's an indoor but empty pool. On a wall of that empty pool are words painted in red (let's pretend it's paint) and a song starts playing. The voice sounded like Jack Black and the tune started off just talking and then turned heavy metal-ish. I only remember the first 4 lines of the song and if I could write music notes or something, I'd show you the tune. But you'll just these words in Jack Black's voice. Lol Enjoy

Go out amongst the living and slay their cards

Go out amongst those with eyes wide shut

Go out amongst the living and slay them all

Go out amongst those with eyes wide shut

Breaking news!

Breaking news! A new epidemic is hitting the state today. A vivacious young woman in Parker started yawning this morning and has not stopped. The yawning appears to be contagious and soon spread to people around her. Soon, the entire office where the woman works was yawning. The epidemic did not stop there. Many traffic accidents kept the police busy today as drivers who kept yawning, rear ended other cars or ran stop lights.

We were unable to reach the Center of Disease Control, nor anybody in the original office for comment due to the amount ~yawn~ of yawwwwwwwwning...More news ~yawn~ as it becomes ~ available.. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz