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| 01:42am 11/02/2004 |
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mood:  amused music: Coheed and Cambria - A Favor House Atlantic
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wow...i'm not quite sure what to say about the past couple days. they've just been really cool and really wierd and really blah all at the same time. really cool stuff = the concert last night!!! hanging out with aaron and chris from mewithoutyou was cool, the bands were awesome, it was great fun. the haircut is getting lots of positive response, i enjoy that. poetry class was cool today. also, i remembered my dream from last night, more on that later. average stuff = classes...bleh, homework...bleh, money...bleh not cool stuff = skipping class and lab, not having time, wasting time that i do have.
i kicked the crap out of emogame 2.0 today....i highly recommend it as long as you're not offended by the use of swearing and tasteless crap. if you haven't beaten 1.0 or 1.5 either, play them.
ok, so about this dream. really wierd. i mean, really wierd. i already explained it to jarrod. background info you need to know: evidently i have previous acting experience at the moment in the dream. it started off (as far as i remember) with me going in to see my agent, talking to him, seeing if there were any offers coming through that were interesting. the exclamatory remark "jesus christ!" was being used a lot, and so the line "jesus must be popular" stuck in my head. then i had an in-dream flashback to my last film project, involving elves and an old house...it had a guy that looked like edward norton (in fight club or the score) if you took him and made him 5-10 years younger. at about this time, my alarm went off (my snooze goes off every 5 minutes). everytime i heard the alarm, the images of exploding nukes and mushroom clouds came into my mind and i began to associate the sound with fallout and nuclear winter. then somehow i got the idea that i was responsible for all of it, that i had blown up the earth (revenge, maybe?)...this was followed by the thought that maybe i was dreaming inside of my dream. i took this idea into my agent to see if he liked it, but before i saw him i met a guy at the parking garage. it was on the top (4th story) of the parking garage, and in the center was a gap about 12 ft across, with a pole about 1.5 ft across in the center every 10 or 20 feet. there was a large(?) black man walking the sides of the gap (they were raised about 3 ft. and about 1.5 ft thick), and at every center pole he would jump to it, then make the proceeding jump to the next side, walk to the next pole, and repeat. i asked him who he was/why he was doing it and he told me that his name was jarrod (sp?....i guess) thompson, and i was like, wierd, i know a jarrod thompson. he assured me that they were different people (obviously..) and began to tell me that if one never took risks he would never get anywhere or accomplish anything significant. at about that point my alarm went off and i decided i had to get up...i did write down the major points pretty fast though. i'm going to try to make it into a story of some sort.
so that's what's been going on. hope you enjoyed it.
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| 04:07am 11/02/2004 |
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i withdraw
no more posts
ever
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