July 24, 2004

• I am so bad, not coming to Xanga for so long, making everyone worry.

  
  

  I’d like to say I’ve been very busy, but that would be a partial lie. I’ve been busy at work due to an impending inventory, but not so busy that I couldn’t drop by and just leave a note or post a dream or two. Of course, those who read my comic or my Ancient Whispers Newsletter know that I’ve also missed updates there.

  
  

  The only excuse I can give is that this time of year I get very tired. I have extreme pollen allergies and my medication makes me tired.  And this year they seem to have hit me a lot sooner than usual… early winter perhaps? So when I haven’t been at work or shirking my creative duties, I’ve mostly been sleeping when I haven’t had a migraine.

  
  

  By way of apology, here are the dreams I neglected to share…

  
  

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  July 20th: The Raven is one of my spirit animals, but I rarely dream about them. I see them more often in the flesh near my home, following me in my car and showing up wherever I might go. I dream much more often of spiders and snakes, my other two spirit animals.
  
  So anyway, I dreamed my mother and I were in her car when we saw a youngish raven and its mother. Since we always try to get pictures of ravens when we can (in the waking world), I asked for her camera, but we couldn’t find it. Finally I found it in her purse and took off after the ravens (I had become much younger -maybe 12 or 13), while she had to go to work. In my dream, she was working as a waitress in a scummy little diner, and we lived below it in a one room efficiency in the cellar.
  
  So I ran off to take pictures of ravens, but they would never sit still long enough or allow me close enough to get a good picture. I ran all over a town where we lived when I was about the age I was in the dream, but had no luck. So finally after twenty-five bad pictures, I returned home only to find the younger raven strutting around the steps of our home. He looked up when I approached and said, “I thought you’d never get here. What? Are you giving up?”
  
  Then he flew off to perch on a telephone pole with his mother, and they both sat still so I could take the picture. Then I followed them all over town again and got lots more pictures of them and of other ravens flying or sitting, etc.
  
  Finally I used up the whole roll of forty-five pictures, and went home very happy. When I got there though, there was a gremlin in the house, tearing it apart and looking for some kind of magical stones which he insisted we had stolen. For some reason, I was afraid he’d take the pictures, so I tucked the camera behind the cushions of a sofa bed.

  
  

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  July 18th: I dreamed that my sister and I were heading cross country in an old VW bug, but before we left, everyone warned us to be careful of werewolves.
  
  So we were somewhere out in the desert, and I had my window partially rolled down even though it was a clammy gray twilight, when a werewolf ran up and started shoving on the window to force it down.  Everytime he forced it down, I’d try to roll it back up. But he would always get his fingers in the crack before it shut and force it down again. Finally, he broke the window, but we sped off into a town, leaving the werewolf behind.
  
  We drove up to a garage to get the window fixed, and told some people there what had happened, just as the werewolf came loping up behind us. We were scared he was going to attack us, but his mother came out from somewhere and started yelling at him for breaking our window and to think how it made other werewolves look that we was going around scaring people. She practically grabbed him by the ear and was swatting him about the head. He was shouting, “Yes mom. Sorry mom. Ow ow ow. I was just having fun!” lol
  
  “Oh fun, was it?” smack smack smack…
  
  Then she led him over to us and told him to apologize. He stood there with his hands clasped and head down and said in a little kid stammer, “I’m sorry I broke your window…”
  
  “And?!” said his mother.
  
  “And I’ll pay for the damages.”
  
  Then I got woken up by my mother dropping something in the kitchen.

  
  

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  July 13th: I dreamed that water levels were rising and most coastal communities were being abandoned. However some people were metamorphing into mer-folk. It seemed the transformation was linked to places *and* certain people. If you happened to be predisposed toward transforming and then happened to enter one of these places, you’d change in about a week. But if you were out in the middle of Wisconsin, you weren’t just going to wake up a fish. Some people even got tails, but after the change, everyone could then breath under water.
  
  The government was either clueless or covering it up, because no one knew about it and there were no news stories about it anywhere. So unfortunately, I happened to stumble into one of these coastal towns and was apparently predisposed toward this transformation. This would not be unfortunate in and of itself, but there was a scientist there who was not predisposed toward transformation, but who was waiting for some unaware person to abduct and experiment on. Apparently not only did people transform into mer-folk, but they also became immortal. He wanted to exploit that element of the transformation for his own gain.
  
  I was in the middle of freaking out over scales and my legs seeming to be inclined to join up, and this evil scientist stuck me in a pool with inch thick plastic sheets over the top to see if I would drown or transform faster. It was the latter… but it didn’t dawn on me that I was breathing water until he stuck a hose in the tank. I, thinking it was air, stuck it in my mouth but it was full of some kind of toxic sludge. Apparently having established that the reverse amphibinization could be sped up, he wanted to see how fast immortality kicked in. (Yay… ) The sludge didn’t kill me, but then I started spitting out squid.

  
  

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  July 9th: I dreamed I went to Hell…  not for being a Pagan as one might think, but for being a murderous vigilante. In my dream, I was an abused child. I killed my family first, then went on to kill other evil doers until I was killed (I wasn’t aware of how I died in the dream).
  
  I ended up in hell, for not respecting my parents (I guess) and for murder. Since I’d been baptised (I really was when I was a baby), they didn’t seem to realize I was a Pagan. (That was kind of weird but good camoflage for later in the dream.)
  
  So parts of Hell were a lot like any earthly city. One of the demons told me that they’d been remodeling since the new Devil took over, but no one ever said who it was. Pagans and dangerous psychotics were sent outside the city, but inside, people had jobs and “culture”, parties, arts, etc. There were these great flowering trees with trumpet-like flowers of a soft peach color and wonderful, one might say heavenly, scent. (The flowers looked a lot like Datura -a deadly poison BTW.)
  
  But it wasn’t all great, which one lady said to me as I attended her upscale party and said how nice it (the city) was. The demons liked to take people out of the “wasteland” outside the city, “alter” them, and let them loose at night to kill and/or otherwise traumatize the inhabitants. Anyone who died in Hell was perminantly dead. So, as a former vigilante, I went back to work, killing off these monster psychos. This was something the demons really did not like at all, but they couldn’t catch me and strangely enough, they didn’t seem to be aware of my past either. In the mean time, I also gathered seeds from the trees and tossed them over the side of the city walls because I felt bad for my Pagan brethren outside without any foliage.

  
  

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  You know, if I didn’t have to be at work by two, I’d probably go back to bed…

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