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- One dream I had, I was Snoopy riding a surfboard, flying through the air being towed by an F-18 Blue Angel jet buzzing by the buildings in downtown San Francisco.
- I have a code of ethics of honor, duty, and responsibility. I’ve been told to lighten up. Sheesh.
- When I was a kid, I used to dream of being a super hero. The usual. I had a sense of "doing good". I was the "good kid". Blah.
- One time, stressed out, during a previous job in customer service, I thought of a theory that we’re all ass holes in varying degrees. Working in customer service can make you feel that way. Oh well. Whatever.
- Garlic chicken supreme pizza, a pint of Guinness, and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream before going to sleep usually gets me weird dreams. Woohoo!!
- When I was a kid, I used dream about flying. This didn’t take into account that I had a fear of heights. The falling I didn’t mind. The sudden kersplat to the ground sure scared the hell out of me. Ack!
- O.k., so I sometimes dream I was a vampire, inspired by the movie "Interview with a Vampire" and intense reading of the vampire chronicles one book after the other. And no, I’m not a goth. Though I do like wearing black. Whatever.
- So, one time, a woman I was so enamored with, looked into my eyes, and told me I was an angel. Sorta spooked me. In the past couple of years, I had recurring dreams that I was an angel. But usually in those dreams, my wings turned black, and I was corrupted with power. There was always a fallen angel motif in those dreams. When I was younger, I dreamed of growing bird wings and becoming a super hero and doing good, and then lately, dreaming of growing angel wings and becoming an angel but turned malicious and becoming a malevolent force, one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, the angel of death.
- Sometimes I have feelings to reconcile my duality, my "bad side", "good side", the darkness and the light, perversity and purity, sexuality and chastity.
- Hmmm. I've been thinking of dyeing a few strands of my hair red. Maybe dye my hair auburn. Or, I could just shave off all my hair and be bald. Eh. Just a thought.
- Hrmmm... Maybe I'll get a nose ring. Um, but what happens when I get a runny nose? Or when I sneeze? Hrmmm...
- Dunno, maybe I was normally usually delusional or maybe... Anyway, one night, I couldn't sleep, so I tried meditating. Then an idea popped into my head. I've haphazardly read some stuff during my past and I thought of maybe calling out to guardian spirits/angels whatever. So, recalling what I've read, I just laid on my bed and started relaxing, then meditating, then mentally calling. Over and over. Then at one point, I wasn't sure if I was awake or asleep. In between my mental calls, I heard/felt/thought someone/something say ,"I am here" Then later I heard/felt/thought someone/something giggling. Maybe I was imagining or maybe... After awhile, I gave up on the mental excursion and went back to sleep. It was just too damn weird.
- So o.k., I once dreamed I was an ultra-smart psychotic strong butt-kicking martial artist stripper babe, 5'6" and 36C-24-35, with pale skin, light-blue eyes, straight raven mid-back length hair, delicate nose, pouty lips, slightly muscular, with red angel wing tattoos on back and red angel wing tattoos on ankles, and rides a motorcycle, and wears leather biker motorcycle jacket with lots of chains, plain black cutoff t-shirt, army fatigue pants, and Dr. Martins boots. Damn, I gotta cut down on eating ice cream before going to sleep.
- O.k., here's the beginning of a story based on my multitude of angel motif dreams.
- Sometimes I think I need an abrupt drastic personality change. I'm a damn too nice of a person. I hate that.
- I remember one time when I was a kid, I dreamed I was a cat.
- "Why yes. These ARE bugle boy jeans."
- I remember a fragment of a dream in which I was a part of a group of stranded colonists climbing up a ravine being chased by bipedal lupine natives.
- I remembered saying in a dream, "Oh no, the space time continuum is in an increasing entropic decline! Quick, Romana, set the TARDIS's defribrilator to a negative neutron flow."
- There's always the "aliens invade world; I kick alien butts; I save world" dreams.
- In the very rare obscure moments when I get what I wished for, it always end up tainted. It's just like that old saying, "be careful what you wish for, you WILL get it."
- January 9,1999 - I remember a fragment of a dream last night in which there was cooking show and all the food were in protest and holding all the humans hostage. eek. er, um, I shouldn't had that last piece of leftover pizza before going to sleep last night. yoiks.
- January 14, 1999 - Remembered a weird one in which I faintly remember about witness protection program and being dragged blindfolded through a forest and then bellowing a "caw" then segue to loud flapping of wings then isolation in stark white cold empty room with ravens and crows perched outside all over looking in and with an outstretching of ebony wings they all called out with a hollow echoing "caw".
- January 26, 1999 - On Saturday night, January 23, I had a dream about cats. Don't remember details, but it was just full of cats. Then yesterday, at work, I was told that at Saturday, the motion alarms at the warehouse kept getting tripped. And then, yesterday morning, my manager saw a cat scoot across the warehouse. My co-workers tried chasing it out, but it zigged and zagged, and found it's way at a storage loft near the ceiling. Today, as my co-worker and I were about to leave the warehouse, we heard a meow. And this was at the other side of the warehouse from where the cat was last seen. Later in the afternoon, someone checked the storage lofts, but no sight of the cat. Anyway, the warehouse garage doors were open an extended period of time several times today. So, maybe the cat left. Still, it was weird coincidence having a cat dream Saturday night and having cat zipping through the warehouse tripping the motion detectors. Even more weird, last night I was going stir crazy like a cat and had to go outside to get some night air. Sometimes I just feel the need to go outside at night and wander. Like a cat needing to get outside.
- March 13, 1999 - About a month ago, I had a dream. I was alone, riding a bus. Sitting in the back, on the left side. No driver driving the bus. Bus moving, slowly, on it's own. Automatic. Going through a road. Shrouded in fog. Only a hundred feet or so visibility. All quiet. Not even a sound from the bus. Ahead, on the left side of the road, a lone figure standing. Back turned. Long raven black hair. Black velvet dress. She turns around. The one who broke my heart. As we pass, we look into each other's eyes. Looking into each other's soul. Unspoken words. "i'm sorry." Don't know whether said by her or whether said by me. We passed. I looked back. She's gone. I look forward. A tunnel ahead.. Inside the tunnel, darkness. Then, out into the glaring light. A broken bridge. And the bus plummets. Feeling the fall. Instead of flying forwards, feels like flying downwards. Then, darkness.
- April 4, 1999 - Just saw the movie "The Matrix". One word to describe it - "WHOA!" An awesome movie. And Carrie-Anne Moss... HUBBA HUBBA. Mmmm... shiny black vinyl. Oh yeah, there's a password at the end of the movie.
- May 13, 1999 - It's been awhile since I had any vivid dreams, well, the ones that I remember, anyway. The snippet I remembered last night was that I was driving a big sports utility vehicle. And that I had a wife, Minna, and daughter, Kitty, riding along. Hmmm, it's been a looong while since I had one of those dreams in which I was married and had two kids and lived in a big house. And I owned a video production company. Yuh, back in my college days, I had big aspirations, goals, dreams. Well, didn't everybody? So, anyway, it's been awhile dreaming about being married and having a family. Guess it got triggered considering it's almost a month away for my brother's wedding.
- June 14, 1999 - Well, it's my 32nd birthday. erm, hurrah? Oh well.
- June 28, 1999 - As of June 23, I had shoulder-length wavey hair (when I decided to let my hair grow long 1 1/2 years ago, I thought my hair would be straight, instead it grew wavey). Then I cut my hair. I was the best man for my brother's wedding on June 26, and I wanted to look a bit more formal (I'm not used to wearing suit and tie, much less a tuxedo). Plus, I guess it was time for me to let go of my long hair, as well as let go of some emotional baggage from 1 1/2 years ago. But I still have a moustache and goattee. Maybe I'll shave those off some other time.
Anyway, congratulations for my brother on his wedding. It went very well.
- July 11, 1999 - Well, more than a 1 1/2 year ago, my answering machine worked some of the time. Well, I saw I had a message. So, I tried playing the message. And the answering machine decided it was time for it to conk out. Arggh. Annoyed, I went out and got a new machine. Now, the present. That answering machine is still on my desk. And, I decided to try and play the 1 1/2 year old message. After pressing "play" a couple of times, the tape mechanism decided to cooperate and played the last message. The message played. I was numb. Played it again. She tells me she's sorry for leading me on and have a nice christmas.
Hmm... maybe there was a reason for the answering machine to conk out 1 1/2 year ago.
- August 12, 1999 - Hrm, last night's dream was something about a unicorn. I was part of some sort of archeaological expedition (by the way, one time I thought maybe becomeing an archeaolgist, being inspired by the "Indiana Jones" movies, and took an archeaology class in college). So, anyway, I found a unicorn, er... more like it found me. No one believed me, so it told me, telepathically, to ride on top of it. And I did. And there was a brilliant flash of light and we were glowing. And the other archeaologists saw us. And of course there was the usual contrived Hollywood cliche plotline of scientific millitary exploitation a la "E.T."
Hey, do you think I should stop eating ice cream and popcorn before going to sleep?
- August 23, 1999 - A while ago, I had a dream in which I owned a restaurant. Eh. Whatever. At August 21, I went camping for the first time. Woohoo! It was at Sonora Pass, north of Yosemite.
And oh yeah, on Friday, I had a sudden impulse to dye my hair. Went to the store, got hair dye kit, got home, read the instruction, and found a warning about testing for allergic reactions. Apply to small patch of skin and leave uncovered and unwashed for 48 hours. Well, that cooled off my impluse. I'll try again with allergic testing when I have two days in which I don't have to take a shower. And when I have that impulse again.
- March 23, 2000 - So, O.K., I haven't been updating my web page. And I've been unemployed for the last month and a half. Ya think I'd have plenty of time. Nope. I quit my previous job at mid-November 1999, and worked as an independant contracter at where my brother works. Anyway, contract finished end of January. I was helping them out getting computers prepared for Y2K. Well, the world didn't explode on January 1, 19100. Heh. Well then , so, I decided to take a rest the first two weeks of February, then start looking for another job. Took little trip mid-February to Las Vegas for sister-in-law's cousin's bachelor party. Had fun. *cough* Then, I decided to take rest the rest of February. The last time I didn't work for more than a month was about 6-7 years ago when I got chicken pox. Ouch. Anyway, I'm back currently working as a consultant at where my brother works. And I'm still looking at job postings. Geez, with all the postings for computer jobs, ya'd think I got another job by now. Nope.
Well, then, back to what I orignally wanted to write about. Last Friday was St. Patricks's Day. (No, I'm not Irish. Like everyone else, just an excuse for heavy drinking.) Last year, I went to a dance club that had a Bettie Page lookalike contest. *sigh* This time around, I stayed home for this year's St. Patrick's Day. Well, considering I went to kung-fu class that night, I was in no condition afterwards to go out and party and dance and get drunk. So, looked in my fridge and saw the 1 year old can of Draught Guinness. (Um, well, there's other things in the fridge older than a year. *shudder*) So, I drank some Guinness. Cheers. That night, I get one of my wierd dreams. Well, this time around I was a grey tabby kitten named Mrow with 3 jingling tiny bells on a collar around my neck and I was running around exploring this white room I was in. *shrug*
On Tuesday night, I took some over-the-counter allergy medicine. Allergy was acting up. So anyway, what I remembered about the dream I had Tuesday night, was that I got married and that my wedding ring was gold inscribed with dragons. I have no idea what that one was about. Eh, whatever.
- June 15, 2000 - Um, yeah, yesterday was my 33rd birthday. So, last night, I went dancing. I went to Bondage A Go Go. This is the dance club I went to last year to watch a Bettie Page lookalike contest. No exact lookalikes but close in mannerism. The winner was a real cutie, but I never did get to dance with her. So anyway, spent most of last night just dancing like a crazy fool. I didn't think I had a lot of energy. I was planning on getting drunk but only drank one whiskey sour and several bottles of water. Well, the day after, I felt really sore, especially my legs. Damn, I gotta get back to working out. I haven't been taking Kung Fu classes in a couple of months.
Hey, last Wednesday, June 7 2000, I finally got to go a Nine Inch Nails concert. Woohoo! Really enjoyed it! Wow!
Oh yeah, I'm finally employed.
OK, I'm testing out some pages of my computer graphics artwork. A warning though - contains nudity and adult themes.
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