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| 05/22/2000 |
I was back in my old stomping grounds on some sort of company tour of a (and this is what I think it was) milk producing plant. There was a hill that we had to climb up to get to the main area where the milk was got. Up top the way they got the milk was out of the ground. Yes, out of the ground. I'm not sure if they had upside down leggless cows or not, but that is how it happened. If I remember right (and it was a while ago), they hooked up their hoses and stuff to udders that poked out of the ground. At some point during the tour they had to expand and to do so they just sort of... bashed a hole in the ground and then hooked up more hoses. As I (apparently) had the ability to see ghosts like in 6th Sense, I was the only one who could see the ghost of an old dead milk-hole-basher crawling along the ground with a small pickaxe.
Then last night after a stag for my friend Fred which lasted till 4am, I had another. Two actually, but I only remember one. Now, just to let you know I did sleep till almost 4pm today, so I'm sure the excess of sleep had something to do with it.
Anyway, I was a good guy and there was a lady in distress, or something like
that. Anyway, there was a stalker/psycho/wacko after her or wanting to hurt
her or something bad and I was protecting/helping her as best I could. I
remember a couple of times I did like I have playing team deathmatch and just
got in the guys way as he chased her through her (very nice) lakeside house
so that while I was bowled over she got a bit of a head start.
Somewhere along the way, through either genuine planning or coincidence, I
distracted him and she snuck up behind him and got him in a headlock. I
bashed him on the head with something hard. Now, I've never hit anyone in the
head with something before, and have certainly never knocked anyone out, so
in my dream, as in real life, I didn't know how hard to hit. Wanting to make
sure that he wasn't faking I sat on him or held him down or something while
telling her to go and call 911 and get the cops or the ambulance or
something!
To make sure he didn't get up I folded him up a couple of times. Eventually
he folded up small enough to fit in a small tin about the size of a penguin
mint tin. I had to hold the top down with both hands though, because I could
feel him pushing it up and trying to get out.
Know when you have a magazine page folded up too many times? It'll eventually
break along the fold lines. Well, that's what happened to this guy. He
stopped moving in the tin and I opened it up (cautiously) to see what was
going on. Well, he had turned into just that, a magazine picture that had
broken along the tear lines. I didn't think at that point that the ambulance
was needed.
Pretty screwed up huh? No, I don't know the guy went from a guy to something that could be folded (much less into a small tin), but that's what happened. It's a dream though....
| 05/15/2000 |
Not that I'd know of course.
Today was helpingfriendsmoving day. Not too bad once we got The System going. It didn't involve climbing rope... but it almost did. Balancing precariously on the back of a truck though, which while not as good, is some sort of substitute for climbing right?
Tonight instead of going straight to bed after falling on my face^W^W^W^Wcoming in I decided to update this, and ended up on Cyranth's snippets page and realized how much we all need something like this. There's tons of stuff I hear day in and day out and think "yea, that's exactly it" but then lose it. Now I guess the question is do we try to keep that, store it somewhere for when our concious minds forget it, or just let it go, and let it's influence be passing. That I can't tell you, but I know that I myself am the keeper kind. Memories, happy and sad, books, letters, and snippets (though more of the life kind) are all around me, though often hidden from view of others. Not many people, if any get to see that side of me, my memories and past dreams and fears and failures. They're not all bad. Sometimes you learn something in the midst of things. Sometimes you learn something more important than you've ever learnt before. That's when I can't let things go. That's when I keep things ("life is pain, highness").
I guess I'll just keep collecting :) the public ones are on the main page (scroll down).
| 05/14/2000 |
Sunday night again, and that means one thing. X-Files. So far it's got a 3 wishes theme, an invisible man, and a story about a man who wished himself to be, how you say, extremely well endowed.
Oh my. Maybe I should just start going to bed at 9 on Sundays.
| 05/10/2000 |
Working on some cool stuff at work.... it's nice to have all these extra people there to do other extra work like testing or graphics or website or whatever. Course, I'm just a lazy I guess :)
Sleeping early is nice, I'm actually making a point to go to bed earlier... course, now you're going to say something about getting up earlier. Pah. I say Nay! NAY!
I'm incoherant now, I admit that.
| 05/07/2000 |
Changes are a comin'! After some considerations and looking I'll be redoing a bit of the main page. Not to worry, just a bit of icon size changes and some experimention in javascript for rollovers. Maybe even a background. *shrug*
I've converted back to Window Maker and 1280x1024 for ease on eyes and ease on use (cracking seti in the background while running E really sucks).
| 05/03/2000 |
But I like it.