Ai Cthulhu Ai

So I dreamed that I wrote a blog entry about a new play that I went to in my dream and someone then of course went out and read my blog and instantly wrote themselves a cthulhu play which opened off broadway and got such amazing reviews that it became huge! it was picked up for a broadway run it was translated into 60 other languages, it was made into a movie, a video game and a novel, and then the tabloids found me. They noticed that I was given credit for writing the thing ...which I hadn't I just wrote about a dream that I had had... but the anonymous person who wrote the very violent and amazing play had given me the writing credit... so the reporters wanted to know what sort of payday had I gotten for the massive media hit that I had created and I had to tell them that I had not gotten a single penny out of it, otherwise I would not still be living here in this tiny apartment and buried in debt. There was a national outcry and it turns out that the play was not only a hit but it was also turning people over to the worship of Cthulhu in droves. So the fans of the show started a fund and then the president of the new church of the elder gods signed over a check to me for 48 million dollars... it was to say the least very startling... so startling that it woke me and I just had to write out this dream ... well... Ya know... in the hopes that someone rips me off...

Roman Apocrypta...

So last night I dreamed I got cast in a movie as the nephew of a chuck heston type villain... they were going to shoot the movie in an old english castle which had dungeons dug out underneath it back in the roman days. my grandfather, who has been dead for 13 years was my agent on the movie, and charlton heston was the lead actor. Jack black was the goofy goody-two shoes comic relief guy and there were several vintage actresses in the flick. so they set up this shot in great detail of us entering the dungeon and they get a shot of this carving of this shield on the wall. well further up the tunnel a bit from us one of the key grips opens up a barred gate leading to a deeper tunnel... he unleashes the evil... so we all end up dying except for chuck heston who I am hovering above his head in a video game 3rd person mode from then on once my character gets killed by the ropey tentacles of ancient evil... the scene where they find the monster is pretty funny the director goes over to it and starts screaming for the effects guy to be fired instantly based on how shitty and awful the monster looks... then the tentacles reach out and grab the director and pull his head off and throws it at the DOP who screams as it knocks him down. The monster then squeezes the headless corpse so hard that we can hear bones snap and blood fountains out of the neck coating everyone in gore... it was awesome!!
the end of the dream involves me in 3rd person over heston as he (he is like 70+ when this is filmed btw) is pissed off trying to climb a barbed-wire fence to go and find help and to get away from this crazy place... its pretty amazing...

The Game of Death Poster...

The only thing I remember about my dream last night was I had a poster of the old Bruce Lee movie the Game of Death on my wall, which I in fact did have when I was a kid. The house I was living in was a conglomeration of several houses, including my aunt Colleens house, my aunt Maureens house, the house we lived in in Kansas City and the house we lived in back in Muncie, Indiana. Someone came to the door and asked my cousin Sarah if we had the old Game of Death Poster for sale, and so we find out from the guy that someone put the poster up on craigs list and so no one in the house would admit to doing such a thing, but then just as we all agreed well hell with it this guy is offering a lot of money for the poster, so we were just going to sell it to him anyhow when the phone rings. It is someone from the FBI and it sounds a bit like Special Agent Scully... she says not to sell the poster because there is some sort of hidden message in the image... and then we all rush up to the old room in the attic where the poster was hanging and just as we get there we see that it is torn to shreds and I woke up...

The Frozen Unknown...

A team of scientists exploring a cave in Antarctica find a frozen dinosaur, they manage to chip into it and snag some of the flesh and preserve it using a reversed ion flow of super-heated riboflavin electrons to coat the chunk of flesh and it preserved it like a thick swatch of rubber. it was then toured around the world to various museums and classrooms and some kid discovered a way to preserve us like that and then through a chemical process he modified the reactive age-centers in our DNA and managed to slow it down to a virtual crawl and extended human life by 500+ years... suddenly we were all able to live over half a century... and the religious uproar that this break through caused lead a very dark time of war and hatred and zealotry...

Last Night...

I fell asleep reading a PDF by Tim Long, it is a preview of his new book and its pretty fucking cool so far I was enjoying it but I got so tired that I just fell asleep with the bedside lamp on and my laptop open on the bed beside me. I dreamed that my fiance Laura walked into the room like she always does and closes my laptop and shuts off the lamp and gives me a kiss on the cheek she whispers good night to me like she always does, her love a palpable thing as she tucks the sheet in around me and smiles down at my sleeping form. Her tiny delicate hand traces my forehead and ruffles my reddish brown hair and with that she smiles and sneaks back out of the room and lets me rest.

Laura has been gone for over a year now...

and yet this morning when I woke up the light was off and the laptop was closed...

true story...

I miss her soo very much...

I die a little more each morning that I wake and she is not here with me...


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The Fox's Photographer...

My dream last night was very odd, I was hired by my friends Rob and Darcy Fox to be their photographer... I have no idea why... it was very strange but I did get some great shots...

Useless Contraptions Outlet...

So in my dream last night I got this job at a place called U.C.O. (Useless Contraptions Outlet) this conglom was so weird, they held the patents for 99% of the gadgets you see on the home-shopping networks and thousands and thousands more including over 1200 in Japan (which they bragged about when they hired me) they wanted me to help them with their packaging and they paid so much money it was insane. but here is the catch... this girl I used to work with at my old job was working there when I got hired, she was so pissed off that no one had told her they were hiring me that she went on a rampage and blew the place up one day during lunch...
So then we come back from lunch and find the parking lot filled with cops and fire-trucks and people running everywhere. So then we are all sent home and three days later after being pissed that I have to now go instantly looking for a job once more... I get a call saying why haven't I been coming into work and had I quit...
No I tell them I hadn't quit but I had been told to go home and that I would be called. They said for me to show up to work the next day or else they would consider me fired. So I show up the next day and sure enough there are people in the wreckage of the building still working away at their smashed and torn apart cubicles. they spend their days gathering pieces of their computers and trying to get them working again and honestly it is so weird. seeing some of these people hooking video cards up to modems and doing things all wrong, completely wrong, its really silly... Then someone asked me to go grab some coffee in the break room and meet them in the conference room to go over a new product. So then I go looking for the break room but to get there you had to go through the lobby... the bathroom in the lobby is where the bomb went off. so I open up the door and there is just desert there... and  guy comes walking out of scorching heat which is beating my face with his tie wrapped around his face like a dust cloth from one of those old French Foreign Legion movies. I ask the guy where the break room is and he says you gotta walk out there beyond the 4th dune...
and then I am in the desert and I feel like the spice-worms are all around me and those stripped dr suess ones from beetle-juice too and its very weird and just like the guy said beyond the fourth dune sure enough there is another chunk of the building and the the break room... so the coffee machine is working and so I get some.. and then I realize how the fucking hell am I going to get it across the desert and back to the conference room without it getting full of sand... And I grab the phone in the break room and I call my bosses desk and ask him about that and he directs me to go down the hallway from the break room and through human resources and then go down part way to the gym and take the ventilation tunnel going east or to my left and I would be back in the hallway between out department and stairs going up to the tv studios and the research and development labs on the second floor.  So then I am crawling through this tunnel and I hear things before and behind me, slithering things and the occasional rattle of a rattle snake and I am scared and it is such a long crawl that in the middle I cannot see the light behind me and still cannot see the light in front of me and I can feel the weight of the desert pressing down on me from above and I start to get freaked out and I finish my coffee and then decide to go back but the tunnel is two narrow for me to turn around and I dont like the idea of crawling backward and so I continue on forward and after what seems like 450,000 years of crawling I get to the ladder going up to the hallway beside our department. Once I get out they ask me to grab my laptop and come into the conference room. My tower is still in my cubicle but everything is all jumbled up, and then I see the corner of the lap top poking out from under it and so I unhook and move the tower aside and grab up the lap top and I head into the meeting. ...after the meeting the tower is now gone and I have to chase the girl who blew the building up across the desert to get it back and just as I catch up to her I see that she isn't carrying the PC-tower and I get mad and I woke up just now pissed off that the dream made no sense and so I had to come write it down before I forgot it all...

A RANDOM GRIPE..

Okay so I know I made this thing for cataloging my weird and unusual dreams but i have not been sleeping much and thus I haven't dreamed much at all lately.
I ordered a couple of used movies from amazon.com

one of them arrived in mesquite, tx (about an hour drive away) on monday the 7th... it took it 3 days and it arrived in Dallas on the 10th at 11pm that evening... here is the thing... it took that package 3 days to travel half an hour down the road... know I know that there was an ice storm wednesday in the early morning... but on saturday the 5th the snow melted and on monday the roads were clear... it wasn't until wednesday (when the package finally DID move) that things got questionable again... so why the delay...

consequently another movie that i ordered and was shipped on the 6th from Pennsylvania has now arrived in Irving, TX (where I live) before the package that was ordered and shipped days earlier has even left Dallas to get to Irving... this is crazy...

I know that I should just not worry about it and let it go but when so many millions of things are out off my hands and beyond my control in my life at all right now having something like this happen on top of it all just grates my nerves raw and makes me want to smash skulls flat with my bat...

The Final Countdown...

Yes that song by Europe...

So for some reason in my dream last night a friend of mine named Justin, the former host of the Bastard-Cast podcast sent me a compact-disc for safe-keeping. He was on the run from some secret government conspiracy guys and he had placed an encoded string of data on this CD. It had 17 different versions of the song "The Final Countdown" on it as well to hide the disc's true contents... Then somehow he and I are racing across El Salvador in those railroad trucks that can raise up their regular wheels and run on train tracks. We are in two separate trucks and talking on walkie-talkies and playing the various different versions of the song at the same time and singing along, while helicopter gunships try to gatling-gun and missile us to death... it was like a low-budget michael bay dream... shit was blowing up all around us yet we were still ignoring it and singing along with this song from 30 years ago...

Fox Invasion...

I dreamed last night that there was a massive burst in the fox population, like billions of them, they were getting into anything and everything and killing pets and children. The wild thing was the douche-bag up-with-animal assholes were trying to defend them at first even after they had killed thousands of small children across North America, they were trying to blame the parents for not keeping a better eye on their kids than they were on the hordes of foxes roaming the streets. There was a lady down the street from me in the dream who had ten or fifteen of them as pets with little leashes and they acted all nice and did tricks and stuff while she was watching but as soon as she turned her back they would fuck shit up... it was so bizarre...

Dreams of the Strange...

So last night I slept for about three and a half hours and I dreamed of a small park in the city where there were beautiful trees and shrubs an a path that families would walk down. it was surrounded by huge skyscrapers on all sides and was very self contained. the strange thing was finding the pup tent set out near the middle of the park that had been fenced in by huge circus barriers. There was a gate in the fence where a clown was taking the money to those wanting to go in... it was not a happy clown or anything goofy he wore black and white make-up with a like 5 day growth of beard and a cigar stub in his mouth. he talked like mugsy from bugs bunny,
"M'yeah see you gotta see the show see..."
So the line was very long and everyone who went into the tent came out and went away from the tent where we could not see them anymore toward another clown at an exit gate.
So I finally get up there and the clown takes my dollar to get in. So I slowly walk across the grass toward the pup tent and I turn and look back and everyone else in the line has no face just hollow shells of gaping blackness...
I turn back and I crouch down and I flip aside the flap of the tent and I crawl in. There is a clown dressed in polka dots lying there with his huge feet stacked up toward me. He gestures for me to sit down beside him. He smiles at me and points to his left eye. I lean in a little bit and look at his eye...It has no discernable color or pupil in fact it looks more like a whirlpool if anything... the more I look at it the more I can see that it is a galaxy rotating slowly within his eye it is amazing... I then see that he is pointing now at his right eye... which takes me a while to tear my gaze away from the left eye to even look at the right eye... but I finally do... in that eye all I can see is a flaming brimstone of hell, like the surface of the sun itself... which scorches my mind... it hurts so badly I can hear my own brains cooking inside my skull... and then of course... I woke up just now...