As Romeo was banished from his great city, I have been bombed out of mine.
Joe, the crazy neighbor, bombed the whole city block. The end result is simply an enormous flat ground, with no real color that can be described by anything other than "Plain". Its not easy the dance with the prospect of nothing, but instead of simply weeping over lost memories I enjoyed watching dream people die. I noticed some of the deaths were quite famous and from movies. Regardless of the details, I'm still basically homeless in my dreams now. Still ironic: Joe (The most predictable character) blew my mind.
I fear my blogs are filled with unintelligible ramblings and memories even my closest friends couldn't decipher. I fear that my anecdotal themes and smaller stories have turned into full blown essays.
Either way, this is my confused blog for today... I wish you a happy day.
Here lies the body of Mary Lee; died at the age of a hundred and three. For fifteen years she kept her virginity; not a bad record for this vicinity. -Quinn
Monday, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
My interesting dream world.
The complete guide to my brain.
Ive been having lucid dreams. Not just small meetings but another whole life. Me, my working buddies, the neighbors, the psychotic man across the street. I'm not sure what is wrong with me, but you will all hear this story. I have made up the names out of fear of forgetting the characters in future dreams. I have already dissolved one female character throughout the 7 dreams I have had so far.
The characters.
Me: Luke. Age: probably 17. Role in dreams: Myself (However my view sometimes switches between third person and first person view)
I live in an apartment complex that specializes in higher class living. My suite has red wallpaper and golden colored furniture. The bathroom in each suite has two toilets, on opposite sides of the room, with one toilet next to an average sized shower surrounded by racks of towels and bathing supplies. The tile floors are easy to glide across, but when I'm outside I think I can actually feel the friction between my feet and the cement. I appear to be my normal self, just gliding through life, but as quite the social butterfly.
Natallya. Age: probably 24. Role in dreams: Natallya serves as my primary love interest, as well as a key componet in the plot. Natallya is divorced and has two children, a girl and a boy, ages 5 and 6 respectively. She is coping witht the divorce well. Natallya lives on the lower story of the apartments, directly below me. Natallya appears slightly latino in appearence, but slightly middle eastern in how she speaks. Her voice is hynoptizing, and I'm not sure where in my life I have heard it. Its like every time she opens her mouth, I must listen. She is very interested in me, as a friend and perhaps more. She is about five foot, nine inches tall, with her heels on. Her children are sweet, however nameless and faceless in my dreams.
Corvetta Dawn. Age: about 19. Role in dreams: Corvetta is my secondary love interest, as well as a tease for the other male chatacters. Corvetta is about my height, with short blonde hair. She is very outgoing and quite bold in her words. She flirts with me nearly every sentence of every dream. She lives alone inside her apartment, which is two doors down from mine. I need to find out more about her.
The guys. Various ages. Role in dream: The guys are my coworkers that just happen to live in the same apartment complex. If I had to guess I'd say we are all firefighters. They are all of various religions and ethnicities. The most notable being John, Corbin, and Nolan, are my closest working buddies. Their faces are not familiar, yet I can know who they are by how they are called by others. There are about 13 men if I had to guess.
Joe. Age: Probably middle aged. Role in dream: Joe makes the situation much more intense each and every dream. Every day after the guys get home with me as the dream reaches mid-point, Joe comes outside with a small caliber pistol and fires off three rounds. Two go into the sky, while one is fired somewhere I cannot quite pinpoint. Joe is a paranoid schizophrenic, and cannot be arrested for some reason, only warned by the police.
The plot. I am in a brand new life. At the apartment complex I have to balance work, love, and Joe's constant threat. Natallya and Corvetta are certainly references to my past loves Sonya and Kelsi. The guys serve as a constant fuel source for Joe's anger. I'm not sure how the dreams want me to progress as a character. But I think someone might get shot soon.
The story.
This is the story as of May 25, 3:30 AM, 2010, my first actual log of the dream.
Today I went onto the balcony and met the doorman, someone I have obviously befriended in previous unknown times. He makes some smalltalk and embarrasses me in front of Corvetta by asking if she "Finds this little devil" (me) attractive. To which she replies "Luke, would you like to come inside, I haven't showed you around my place yet." (All the apartments are the same, however) I go with her into the house and talk for an amount of time that skips by. At some point during this time I need to use the bathroom, and politely ask Corvetta where the restroom is. She guides me into the restroom and giggles wildly. I ask her if I can have some privacy after about ten seconds of her standing there staring at me. She giggles even more loudly while walking back outside the room. Skip to after leaving Corvetta, and leaving for work, and coming back. All the guys and I are standing outside chatting up and leaning on cars. In the midst of the testosterone and talking, Joe comes outside and pops off his usual: Three bullets that don't strike anyone, yet. I turn towards Joe for a split second, turn to check if anyone was hit, than run to check on Natallya. Natallya is standing up near her bed crying. I ask where the children are and she replies "In their bedroom". I walk towards her and start talking with her, and she begins to lean into me shoulder, but instead of buring her face in my neck, she instead starts to kiss me. Right before out lips touch I wake up to a knocking door, my sister wanted me to get my bike outside of the front yard. Better luck next time Natallya.
Ive been having lucid dreams. Not just small meetings but another whole life. Me, my working buddies, the neighbors, the psychotic man across the street. I'm not sure what is wrong with me, but you will all hear this story. I have made up the names out of fear of forgetting the characters in future dreams. I have already dissolved one female character throughout the 7 dreams I have had so far.
The characters.
Me: Luke. Age: probably 17. Role in dreams: Myself (However my view sometimes switches between third person and first person view)
I live in an apartment complex that specializes in higher class living. My suite has red wallpaper and golden colored furniture. The bathroom in each suite has two toilets, on opposite sides of the room, with one toilet next to an average sized shower surrounded by racks of towels and bathing supplies. The tile floors are easy to glide across, but when I'm outside I think I can actually feel the friction between my feet and the cement. I appear to be my normal self, just gliding through life, but as quite the social butterfly.
Natallya. Age: probably 24. Role in dreams: Natallya serves as my primary love interest, as well as a key componet in the plot. Natallya is divorced and has two children, a girl and a boy, ages 5 and 6 respectively. She is coping witht the divorce well. Natallya lives on the lower story of the apartments, directly below me. Natallya appears slightly latino in appearence, but slightly middle eastern in how she speaks. Her voice is hynoptizing, and I'm not sure where in my life I have heard it. Its like every time she opens her mouth, I must listen. She is very interested in me, as a friend and perhaps more. She is about five foot, nine inches tall, with her heels on. Her children are sweet, however nameless and faceless in my dreams.
Corvetta Dawn. Age: about 19. Role in dreams: Corvetta is my secondary love interest, as well as a tease for the other male chatacters. Corvetta is about my height, with short blonde hair. She is very outgoing and quite bold in her words. She flirts with me nearly every sentence of every dream. She lives alone inside her apartment, which is two doors down from mine. I need to find out more about her.
The guys. Various ages. Role in dream: The guys are my coworkers that just happen to live in the same apartment complex. If I had to guess I'd say we are all firefighters. They are all of various religions and ethnicities. The most notable being John, Corbin, and Nolan, are my closest working buddies. Their faces are not familiar, yet I can know who they are by how they are called by others. There are about 13 men if I had to guess.
Joe. Age: Probably middle aged. Role in dream: Joe makes the situation much more intense each and every dream. Every day after the guys get home with me as the dream reaches mid-point, Joe comes outside with a small caliber pistol and fires off three rounds. Two go into the sky, while one is fired somewhere I cannot quite pinpoint. Joe is a paranoid schizophrenic, and cannot be arrested for some reason, only warned by the police.
The plot. I am in a brand new life. At the apartment complex I have to balance work, love, and Joe's constant threat. Natallya and Corvetta are certainly references to my past loves Sonya and Kelsi. The guys serve as a constant fuel source for Joe's anger. I'm not sure how the dreams want me to progress as a character. But I think someone might get shot soon.
The story.
This is the story as of May 25, 3:30 AM, 2010, my first actual log of the dream.
Today I went onto the balcony and met the doorman, someone I have obviously befriended in previous unknown times. He makes some smalltalk and embarrasses me in front of Corvetta by asking if she "Finds this little devil" (me) attractive. To which she replies "Luke, would you like to come inside, I haven't showed you around my place yet." (All the apartments are the same, however) I go with her into the house and talk for an amount of time that skips by. At some point during this time I need to use the bathroom, and politely ask Corvetta where the restroom is. She guides me into the restroom and giggles wildly. I ask her if I can have some privacy after about ten seconds of her standing there staring at me. She giggles even more loudly while walking back outside the room. Skip to after leaving Corvetta, and leaving for work, and coming back. All the guys and I are standing outside chatting up and leaning on cars. In the midst of the testosterone and talking, Joe comes outside and pops off his usual: Three bullets that don't strike anyone, yet. I turn towards Joe for a split second, turn to check if anyone was hit, than run to check on Natallya. Natallya is standing up near her bed crying. I ask where the children are and she replies "In their bedroom". I walk towards her and start talking with her, and she begins to lean into me shoulder, but instead of buring her face in my neck, she instead starts to kiss me. Right before out lips touch I wake up to a knocking door, my sister wanted me to get my bike outside of the front yard. Better luck next time Natallya.
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