Not-nice dreams about someone kidnapping me to suck my ability to do anything successfully out of me so they can do weird tests on me and see if they can put it back because apparently the last Prophet (who was russian) had this disease that did that and so they needed to fuck with a bunch of other people to fix it because it was so~ important that the Prophet prophesize (which she couldn't do with this disease) and at first I wasn't doing anything but say "no, you can't do this to me" and refusing to submit, giving reasons why I couldn't (the only one I can remember being "art is my life and if I couldn't art, I wouldn't have any reason to live" which makes sense, given that I get all angsty and depressed in my art slumps ^^;), and then I made a phonepost to my journal all quiet-like so nobody would hear me and went off with Sailors Moon and Jupiter (live-action, I think) to go reclaim the souls of the people they've already fucked with =D;;

I know that I wasn't the main re-claimer—I was one of two side-arms that the main girl apparently needed because the souls would crack and disappear forever if not held on at least one side, and the broken souls needed both sides, so we were "ends" and such. Anyway, I remember going through a bunch of people (but I don't remember details about them), I remember the transformation sequence involving pressing a button that said "Monkey," and that it made us really big (I'd say about half normal mecha size, but not mecha. Just enlarged versions of us). We fought this one lady who said the elderly granny lady we were trying to save had just died, but she still had the (cracked) soul so we fought and defeated her (rather, the fake Sailormoon did and Jupiter and I just sat in the bandstands (it was some field with a random bleacher oO) and talked to this kid who was all pissy, but then some kid who had two of his bracelets (black plastic ones) snuck them over to me and I handed them down to Moon and the petulant kid changed his mind about being petulant and said that we should take the bracelets he had given to the little kid.

I know the next soul we had to fix was like... "crazy man" or something (I don't know exactly, but I'm extrapolating), and apparently this soul was in my grandmother's old house in New York, where my dad and his new mistress had taken up residence, after driving the Insight with Doodle across the country from California. Belle was there (I dunno why, I thought he'd be back with mom but apparently not), and was REALLY TINY in comparison to Doodle, who looked... too dark, I think is the best way to put it. Her eyes were brown, not gold, and so forth. Anyway, dad was leading me on a strange mental chase with his mistress (who was the crazy abductress woman from before) and I had the distinct feeling they were trying to poison me. Someone~ had left the screen door open and Doodle ran out and so I had to go chase her across the street and slightly into the diagonal neighbor's yard. Yeah. Anyway.

Was very strange.

current mood: gloomy
current music: Aiuchi Rina - Start [Instrumental] (Detective Conan)

As much as my dream tonight was at Disneyland (I could have sworn from the layout it was Disneyworld, but we're going to say Disneyland because that's what my dream said), there was no hot monorail action. Boo ;__;

If there was anything before the section I'm recalling here, I can't remember it. Oh well. Maybe that's where my hot monorail action was.

There was some weird ride that involved putting everyone in one of those "moving theatres" (you know the type—they use 'em on that "Star Wars: Galaxy Tours" ride at Disney-MGM, for example) and walking around (actually more like floating around) in a FFVIII-esque Ragnarok (only sans the cool music), finding various "body parts" (when we say "body parts" we mean "Buzz Lightyear parts" =D;;) and following them in a line (across a FFVIII-esque world map) to a pencil (the "body" Oo). I had read all this in a strategy guide beforehand (as you, um... do for Disney rides? Oo), so as I was the "designated walker-aheader" (or something like that—everyone else hovered in the theatre-Ragnarok behind me as I picked up body parts and threw 'em back to the theater for people to moan at X3;;) I was finding them first =D;;

When we got to the pencil, everyone was let out of the theatre-Ragnarok and Tim Allen's voice (it is Tim Allen what does Buzz Lightyear, non?) came floating down from a cliff that hadn't been there before and asked us to help him put himself back together.

Then we were in this strange auditorium with a bunch of a body parts that were were supposed to put together—there was this drone announcer telling us what to do when. At some point, Alisha and I started to ignore him and instead go through our box of parts—at which point we found a whole hoarde of mini-notebooks (you know, the ones that are about 3" high?). I started going through one of them, and there were little crappy anime-doodles all over the place, and I recall saying to Alisha "aww, this looks like it could be one of my old notebooks~" (except looking back on it now, there were much too many notes in it in comparison to the number of doodles), and I was going through it still when I come across... =O What a shock! A little picture of old!Karra's head with "Karra" written in Quinnealisisicilian. Shock!! So Alisha and I start laughing, and I'm laughing so hard I'm crying, and my mom comes over and says my foot finally gave out, huh? (Oo Damn you mental state, my foot is mostly-healed, stop talking about it >O), but I tell her no and show her the notebook (she doesn't believe me -_-;), and the "ride" ends and we all file out and go our merry ways, lalala. I lose Alisha in the crowd and start looking for her* by going back into the auditorium area where we had been and sneaking into the woman's bathroom (Oo; Since when have I had to SNEAK into the women's bathroom?) and start looking for her—I see/hear a bunch of other people from 'Tino I would much rather have never seen or heard from again (mostly the cheerleaders), but no Alisha. The bathroom has gotten huge by this point (as Disney bathrooms have a strange tendency to do), and the ceiling is at least twenty, twenty-five feet high (up to fifty—I'm not really good at measuring heights like that ^^;), and there were beds and showers and massage areas and it was just generally very large.

Felicia and someone else (I don't know who) came up from behind me and Felicia asked me (in that joking way you do) if I wanted to marry her. I said "sure, but I have to find Alisha". She took me by the arm and started dragging me out to a Tower of Terror-meets-IMAX Theatre at Great America-esque building, apparently wanting to get married on top of that =D;

I managed to get away from her and head back across the railroad tracks (there were railroad tracks halfway up the hill we'd gone up to get to the base of the building, you see =D), where I met up with... Rachel and Yuliya, I believe, wherein we got to talking about designing a train paint job for Disney and sticking a very hidden Aslua logo on it (since any blatant logo-sticking we might have done would have gotten noticed and taken off because Disney can't advertise things that aren't theirs and only theirs. Obviously.) and then getting into what the contract for such a thing would entail, and what rights to the Aslua logo we might accidentally be giving Disney by doing so, and what if they DID find it and decided that we hadn't done it intentionally and thus used it as a logo for something they were doing, and I said I had to consult the Legal Guide for the Visual Artist for such things, and as this apparently didn't exist in my dream world, I woke up from the reality of it all X);;

current mood: ditzy
current music: Sting - After The Rain Has Fallen

For some reason, there was a drive-through gate at De Anza, and we (my mom and I) were in the Explorer behind a camper. For some reason, we could see to the front of the camper (even though it was probably one of the 40' ons), and it was two hyper, spazzy gay men =D Specifically, "Queer Eye" gay men. Don't ask me which two, I don't remember. I don't think it was Thom or Carson or Jai. So obviously the other two X);; But I don't know for certain.

Anyway, I was pretty sure it was them, but I wasn't positive, so when they parked in a (mostly empty? O__o) parking lot, we followed, and then I got out and circled the trailer/camper via going back into the school and through the quad with a purple pillow-thing on my back (it was strange), and when I was sure it was them Leor showed up and I asked him to go pass the camper and tell me who was there, and he was like "aah!" and the five were like "aah!" and I was like "Ah? Oo; *goes to look*"

Then I asked them why they were touring Texas but not California (Oo) and Carson was like "well, your mortgage rates are much too high. You buy a small little house for a quarter of a million oO" and I'm like "yeah, but what does that have to do with what you do? Oo; And what does a mortgage have to do with how much our houses COST?" and I remember Leor saying something about how they should do a "Queer Eye for the Butch Lesbian" and taking mild offense because I'm only HALF butch lesbian, and then they were interviewing me over tea about Leor and it was very strange o__O;;

current mood: confused
current music: NoArtist - Disco Inferno (NoAlbum)

Last night wasn't exactly a big flowing dream, as I kept waking up for whatever reason, but...

It took me quite a few minutes to remember the first dream I had, which I had woken up and said "I need to remember that for later" because I didn't want to wake up, but I know what it was now =D

I was walking around Linens & Things with Rachel for no apparent reason, and apparently we looked enough like a close friendship/couple to some dudes who were hanging around all anxiously (and suspicious-like) toward the front of the store near the registers that they approached us as we were walking out and asked us if we were free the next day to help them film (insert the name of the show here) because one of the two-person teams they were working on were in the hospital with a severe disease. We weren't busy and had nothing better to do (plus I, at least, was a huge fan of the show in the sense that I would watch it and not walk away from the TV if I was bored ^^;).

I don't know what the show was, but I know the parameters and, thinking back on it, think it was a strange cross between Trading Spaces and While You Were Out, with a dash of Clean Sweep (in that on TV, they tended to speed up the "boring parts" with strange, annoying, but highly addictive music). Two teams of two each were given a room to make look better. It wasn't anyone's homes, though. Anyway, the team that did the better job won the special items of furniture they were trying to make fit into the room's "theme" (which I think they were also assigned...? I can't remember) and then some.

WE were trying to win this really nice cherry hardwood table (can cherry be hardwood? Well whatever, it was the cherry wood-colour and it was hardwood), a matching bookshelf/dresser that was REALLY nice, a car of some sort (that I really wanted, if later in the dream is to be believed, but I don't think it was an Escape so I probably just wanted to sell it at this point), a PC computer system involving the word "Athelon" (which I wanted so I could play Ragnarok Online, check my webpages to make sure they worked, and other such dumb things =D;;), a 40GB iPod, a REALLY souped up iBook, and maybe a desk. I don't know for sure. I know I told Rachel, offhandedly, that if we won, she could have the table for her new house in Nebraska (her moving there was, apparently, not a bad/sad thing in this dream =D;; Or maybe I just left off the Nebraska part. Seems likely).

Anyway, the next day we started in on what we had to do (I don't know if we had two days or just one. I think we had two, but it sort of blurred together into one) and I know it was very unlike the TV show in that we were doing this in Linens & Things and there was hella camera crew (gee, I wonder?) and such.

I don't remember a lot of the details, but I do remember grabbing a weird metallic leopard-print shirt from someone's closet (my mom's? Only it wasn't a closet, it was on racks in the back where the camera crew was shooting XD;;) and using it to decide colours. I was anxious about painting the table, but we eventually decided to do it—first in lime green, then in an orange-red (which I really like the shade of, btw, and should think of a use for in something =D Maybe Alex's shirt is a slightly orangey red while Xella's is more of a true red red?) The only detail I remember in actually decorating the room would be buying two little fake plants (because I felt it needed fake plants, you see) and hoping it wouldn't make us go over our $1,000 budget (which would disqualify us from winning).

It ended, but hadn't been judged yet, so we were free for an indefinite period of time lasting at least a day and a half. Rachel and I decided to go to Fresh Choice (as you do when you're at Linens & Things and therefore about a mile or so away? O__o; But no, apparently we were more like in Sears' location, but it was Linens & Things inside. Okay, whatever o_O;). My credit card wasn't working, however, and the production dude was like "oh, we froze it for the length of the shooting so you couldn't cheat and buy stuff for the room with your own money. Here, just use the one you were using to decorate with." and I, being the gullible sap that I am, didn't ask questions or complain about my card being frozen even though the decorating was over with. I just went along with it.

(Fresh Choice tasted okay, by the way, but nothing like my brain tells me the IKEA won tons would have tasted like XD;;)

Some time period later—longer than two days, but not a week, I don't think—we were all called back together to evaluate ourselves and hear the totals and winners. We looked at our rooms (ours and the opponent's), scored ourselves on how we think we did, scored them on how we think they did, and things we (or they) might have done differently depending on a couple factors (budget, time, different "need to work this in" pieces of furniture, etc.)

I don't know what the other people scored on budget, but it really didn't look like they were going to win at all, and they knew it. We got hella high scores from them and the other judges (apparently we were judges too, judging ourselves and the other team, and there were a few others but we WERE part of the process without knowing it), and they totalled up our expenses...

$1,000.38.

After being floored for a minute or so, I asked the guy whether the dinner I had to buy was included in that, and he said yes. I asked him why he had tricked me, and generally got very pissed off and upset with him. I had no CHOICE, I wasn't going to let us STARVE, we didn't have any other OPTIONS because he had frozen my own credit card and he never SAID that it was going to count against us.

I think I could have eventually pissed enough to get him to change it, but I had to go visit relatives for a family reunion in New York (apparently) so the dream changed before I got the chance and I was still raging about losing the car/other stuff (it mostly centered around the car, although really, I think I would have liked and used the other stuff better =D;;)

This begins the BAD portion of my dream (it was really rather nice up 'til we got called back. That time period where we were waiting anxiously to hear the results was when I woke up, if you're wondering, and said "I have to remember this for later")

I was still moaning and bitching about losing my car (the other stuff had apparently disappeared from my train of thought oO) because of a cheap and dirty trick and everyone else was ignoring me, so naturally I kept on. "My car... my car..." I swear, one trick pony much?

We picked up my aunt in Westhampton Beach (why Matt and Katie and Uncle Dave weren't with her, I'll never know, but we just got Aunt Karen) and started driving back to—I think we were going to Medford next, but why we were going through through Centerreach is beyond me. Anyway, I'm still bitching, and the landscape is rolling in desolation, and dad asks if it's Yappank (sp) and mom's like "No, I think this is Centerreach" and Dad's like "Oo that's odd... oh well".

We pass Five Corners and stop in front of the bagel place. I'm running my tongue along my teeth when they start moving.

Something you may or may not have gleaned from reading this thing in the past is that one of my most deeply-rooted physically-based fears is of losing my teeth. It's even worse when it's one of the front ones, because those people NOTICE, you know?

So naturally, the ones that are moving like they're going to come out are the two in the VERY front on the top. And I sort of go into shock and curl into a ball and every second tooth in my mouth comes off its back hinges and leans forward because they're all going to fall out now, kthxbye.

I HATE waking up after something like that, and my subconcious knows it, and so wakes me up IN THE DREAM to have my mom tut-tutting over me and saying "You really need to see the dentist, you know?"

And THEN I actually wake up. I don't want to go to the dentist, I'm scared to. I'm afraid they'll say "you need to get your wisdom teeth pulled" or "you've got 2308530284 cavities and we need to pull all those teeth now >D" or something like that. I haven't gone in five or so years. The last time I went, I had no cavities or anything, but it's been so long since and I do such a bad job of taking care of my mouth that I'm nearly positive that I'll have something horrendous now.

But now teeth are going to follow me around for the better portion of today and... I hate it.

current mood: frustrated
current music: Tokuyama Hidenori - Still Time [Piano Version] (Saiyuki)

I was in IKEA, whole (as in, my foot wasn't broken as it is now. I figure I have to mention this so you don't think all my dreams involve me as I am in the "real world" X); My dad was not in a foul mood, but still not in the best mood.

We were going through kitchenware, after coming out of some section that involved a Playskool garbage can that was a) rainbow-coloured plastic and b) wide enough for me to fit in it and about to my chest in height (which had illicited a conversation on how I needed it and how Rachel, Yuliya, and I could all probably fit in it (not at the same time, mind you, but how we could individually, and in that order in the conversation). We were going by dishrags when we got to the food court (very strange; kitchenwares and the food court are on two different floors in the IKEA here, and I don't remember where they are back in New York) and dad turned aside. "You coming?" "Yeah, I'm looking for more than a new towel."

Anyway, I was sniffling and had a cold of some sort, and remember that they had a spray stuff when you got utensils and things (at the front of the big assembly-line, like Fresh Choice does) for your hands with a little plaque that said "For your nose. Enough said."

I ignored it of course =D

The IKEA workers were restocking the knives, forks, and things at the beginning where we were, and one of them handed me a tray all sweet-like =3

Anyway, I had come in thinking I would get the swedish meatballs (dry/sans gravy, per usual) and the apple pie, since really, that's all they have that I eat (well... except for the rolls and soup, which have been luckily something I'll eat both times we've been there eating recently). This time though...

They started off with little teriyaki chicken wings—the little tiny ones that are about three, four inches long max. I got hella~ chickenwings, thinking there'd be nothing ELSE but the meatballs and suchlike...

Next there were some weird greens; I passed those up, but by the corner was "dao cho won ton" and I was like sdlfjalsdfja *___*; So I started packing my plate with those. Next up was full-sized fried chicken, and I thought about getting a drumstick but I remembered that they didn't charge by how much food you had, but how many items you had, so I sat there in anguish over that and the next thing (I don't remember what, but it was also really~ nummy looking) while dad continued to shake his head and talk about how he should have just gotten a cappuchino. In the very corner, a woman was shaking chili powder on the top of a bowl of sour-cream-and-cheese-topped chili, and dad asked her for a little more of the powder (all the while continuing to say that he should have just gotten a cappuchino).

Oh I was in such anguish as to whether or not to get the extra meats. From my position on the line, I don't think we were that far away from the meatballs, only one or two more different options for food items, and my gut tells me that, had I not woken up, they probably wouldn't have caused me even more anguish (the meatballs would have though, as by that point my plate was FULL and so I wouldn't have needed the meatballs =D;;)

Mmm... Ikea~~ *pines* .___.

At least it's on the way to my new school =D; Even if they don't have dao cho won tons. Or any sort of meat item but the meatballs. Or whatever.

But hey, that cake is good~ X9

current mood: hungry
current music: Depeche Mode - Sea of Sin (Blue Enya Remix)

Ugh. I am so not in a good mood. Dreams of pregnancy (not mine, but there all the same) drive me to frustration in this sort of event.

So, from what I can remember, the main character (if you've seen Sylphiel in Slayers, you know something of what she looked like, only somewhat more ragged and haggard than that) was pregnant. Not terribly so, she didn't look THAT far along or anything, but definately noticable. Didn't affect her movement much.

Anyway, so she's bopping around in a daze about this hospital, and she keeps getting sent to various places. Stuff happens and she's sent to this one lady, who is like "blah blah blah stuff!" and goes on a mission to find the father -- after the two of them have sex multiple times with multiple people. Did I mention that this was almost as badly written as a porno? And equally horny? Yeah. Was terribly disgusting.

Anyway, so la la la, things are happening, and we're looking for the father. While the lady is boinking another lady (with her clothes on and just ripped to make way for the first lady's penis Oo;;), the Sylphielic girl points to the being-boinked lady and the other lady stops and goes "... don't tell me THIS..." and the main girl nods. So then the boinking-lady pulls off the boinked-lady (whose penis is also rather high o//O;;) and the boinked-lady is like "Oo" at the look the Sylphielic lady is giving her, and is like "Oh no, not now, my hole is rather sore, give it a minute" and the Sylphielic lady

-- let me mention that this is where the dream switches from third-person to first-person X______x;;

-- starts lightly rubbing the head of the penis beneath the boinked-lady's dress, who is now moaning through pleasure at the light touches... eh. Yeah.

So the boinked-lady is like "is it alright? Will it hurt him (the baby)?" and the Sylphielic girl shakes her head and smiles.

Cut-scene, still in first person (thank GOD we skipped at least ONE disgusting display xX;) and the Sylphielic lady and her new "husband" (still visibly boobed but dressed more in white dress shirt and slacks and the whole "family man" routine) are sitting in my living room sorting their popsicle-children (yes, she gave birth to popsicles. Not the ones with sticks, but like... Beaver Pop-shaped, if you know what I'm talking about) into colours and talking about this and that, and she's all upset to discover that four of her thirty-four(!!) popsicle children were stillborn.

Yeah. I don't like pregnancy, I don't like children, and I don't like popsicles. Add that to the fact that I had to wake up hella early so my parents could go do some physical assessment... Is it any wonder I'm in a bad mood right now?

current mood: cranky
current music: Big Yellow Taxi (cover) on the Fitness Center's sound system

For the first time in months, I've gotten a "good" night's sleep, and for the first time in months, I'm actually dreaming again.

For some reason (in the dream), I couldn't sleep. It was... two or three in the morning by the end of it (which fits pretty well with what's going on right now, come of it, as it's 2:44 while I'm writing), so I would imagine it would be one or two at the beginning. I don't imagine it was very long, but it was... tiring, I guess is the word to use.

Anyway, I couldn't sleep, so I was out on the porch/deck. So were my parents, but I was essentially buck naked. I had a flimsy little white robe thing on, but beyond that, nothing. Let me also explain that we were on a ship that felt like home, and that was tethered to a pier in this circular bay thing, with similar boats about. We were looking at the stars in San Jose (which is where we were when we were calling this home, apparently), when a couple shooting stars that were brighter and more orange than usual went by. I don't think we thought much of it, but then there was another one, which was considerably closer and which we could make out to be either a person or an aircraft with a red-and-white striped parachute deployed (I know we pinned it down to which one it was, but I can't remember now). In any case, we watched it fall/hurtle towards this large building on the San Jose horizon, across our little pond with our fifty or so other residents, and into the building. There was a small explosion (the building was far enough away that we didn't hear it, but we could see it perfectly. Huh.), and we rationalized it away.

There's something here with the Columbia-Tristar lady standing on the other side of the lake, my robe-thing blowing away, and her gently admonishing me that she had seen nipples before (to which I retorted "not MINE!"). I went back into the house then, dozed for a couple minutes, before I couldn't sleep again. Went back outside, and watched... probably fifty to seventy five fire-y comets fall, hitting place after place in San Jose -- including a little bit of our little pond. For some reason, the one little pond-explosion caused quite a bit of fire to spread around the entirety of the pond. Don't ask me how that worked. We saw the building that had originally been hit by the parachuting-whatever collapse, like the buildings that have the explosions rigged into them to fall straight down when they collapse, or (someone -- myself included -- is going to kill me here) like I (and thousands of other people) saw when the WTC buildings collapsed. For some reason, I still equated that with them doing late-night construction work -- and really, one might have thought it WAS early morning, the horizon was now so bright -- until I noticed that part of our pond-thing was on fire, too. "I guess now the war has really started," I said all calmly (the war = the one that's always being toted as "bound to happen if Saddam isn't taken out of Iraq", the one on "American Soil"), because I figured that terrorists don't use missiles (which I decided that the flying things were), and then we all got into the house (which was now the Explorer. It made sense at the time. Also, I got in on the driver's side, and ended up on my usual side, the passenger's. Hm...) and unlashed from our pier (which was one of the maybe... five of the fifty total... that wasn't burning yet). Somehow, all the boat/cars had unlashed and either boated/drove away or sunk by the time we started driving/boating around, so most of the piers -- on fire or not -- were free. We were driving around in a slow circle, and I was aiming to get dressed (if we were forced to get out of the car, I was NOT going to do so in a flimsy robe-thing XP) when we drove by these two people who looked REALLY familiar. A man and a woman, about forty or fifty, but in any case... I put my window down and asked them if they were okay, but we had already driven past (we drove really close o_o) and I don't think they heard me, so I put my window up again (smoke and all). We drove up this ramp, out of the pond, and started in on these winding roads on the hills above San Jose (I really don't think it was San Jose, by the way, but that's the city I'm using because it sort of looks like it), and we could see the total havoc and mayhem that the actual city was going through, and we made some comment on that, but I can't remember what that was.

It was now sufficiently dark to be 2-3 in the morning, because it was all dark blue and stuff, and the lights were on, and we were driving. I don't know where to, but we were just going. And my first thought, once I was dressed and out of danger, was "oh my god... where are the cats?" I didn't see them, but I imagined they must be in the back, because they always sleep in the car(?) and would know how to get out of danger, right? And then my second thought was "oh my god... I hope Yuliya's alright!"

So as we're driving on these hills, I take my cellphone (yay for cellphones I will probably NEVER have! =D;;) and try dialing Yuliya's number -- first her home phone because if her parents are still in the house (they lived in our pond too, apparently), they need to get out, right? And my dad tells me not to do that, but I'm going to anyway. Except I can't get the number right. I dunno, but I type the buttons and I'm always missing a number or overshooting a number or something. I try her cell number, same thing. I can't type it right, so I give up and figure that hey, Lucky would have woken them up and gotten them out, right? Always hearing about firedogs and stuff.

Then my third thought, before I actually woke up, was "what's in the house that's absolutely vital to me?" And the only things I came up with that I couldn't replace were my sketchbooks. Everything else could be replaced, somehow. Even all my Saiyuki stuff could be rebought.

Then I woke up with the dread of losing my sketchbooks ^^;; That was sad. But at least it was sleep.

current mood: drained
current music: Acoustic Alchemy - Mr. Chow (The Very Best of Acoustic Alchemy)

I went to Liverpool (that looked more like NYC, but hush you) to go visit Sallie, and I was staying in this really weird hotel thing... and I drove on the left side of the street and it was sort of odd =D;;

I don't think I ever got to Sallie's, though. I know I came with someone else, but I don't think it was Kinky-J or Blackie, so... *shrugs* Might have been Yuliya or someone.

(yeah, I know you're so upset that I didn't/can't go into more detail X);;

current mood: groggy
current music: Crosby, Stills & Nash - Cathedral (Crosby,Stills & Nash)

For some reason, some woman representative of KSJO (or some other radio station, I can't remember, so I'm just going to say KSJO because it's a station I remember the letter-designation of ^^;) was at my house or wherever I was, and we were talking about something, and she said she'd be at a fair the next day, covering their lack of music problem.

Then I was on my front lawn, trying out my sleeping bag for some ungodly reason, and I was on the verge of falling asleep when this LOUD music started blaring. You know how it sounds when someone has a major-big sound system across the street and it's BLARING, and everything is almost crystal clear, but with enough distortion to let you know which direction it's coming in and that it's a couple houses away across the street? It was like that. Anyway, I turned on the light on my watch and it was like.. 11:15PMish, looked up and above the trees across the street was the HUGE Garden Casino sign (it's the casino that exists down here, I'm SO pissed off about it. I hate it with a passion, because casinos shouldn't be allowed down here, we have too many people and too many people with money problems anyway. It's about three miles from my house in actuality) so I went inside with my sleeping bag and started complaining to my father about how evil the casino is, and how they were playing this hella loud music after 11PM, and HE (being the helpful father he is < /sarcasm >) said it was just a carnival, took me back outside, and pointed to a dim glow in front of the HUGE sign, which he said was a carnival.

So I went to go tromp through the carnival to get to the casino (in my dream it was only a block or so away), and I walked down this wooden plank bridge, through a Nathan's (for those of you on the west coast, that's the best hot dog place you can ever hope to go to), and on through the carnival. Something I noticed out of the corner of my eye was that EVERYONE was afro-american, except this one group of three people, who were caucasian, but were all ghetto-gang-like (as a note, everyone else was dressed in very varied clothing -- suits, t-shirts, wifebeaters, all that. Mix of people, really) and who made me really nervous (the group of ghetto-gang members). I dunno why I remember that or why it's even important, but... oh well.

ANYWAY. This carnival was like... more like an indoor flea market at times, because there were these wooden walls all over, it wasn't an open-style thing at my end of it.. sort of like a labyrinth. But towards the casino's side, it was a lot more open, and then you had all the typical carnival/fair things. I left that, crossed the street, and went into the casino (you know that hotel I keep mentioning? It looked like that on the inside. Man, brain, come up with some new scenery, here XD;;) and bitched the lady at the receptionist counter out for blaring loud music at the wee hours of the night, and she said they weren't blaring any music anymore, it was past their blaring hours, and so I just leave in frustration...

... and suddenly it's 7AM and the sun is shining through a cloudless blue sky again o_O; So apparently they blare their music from 11PM to 6 or 7AM or something. Anyway, so I'm in a somewhat-pissy mood and I'm crossing the street when I run into someone I know. I dunno WHO they are, I don't know if they're male or female, I just know they have a fog/mist maker on their back that keeps going off in accordance with their emotions. Anyway, so I meet up with this person as I'm crossing the street, and tell them I'm heading home via the carnival (the way I came). They agree to come with me, but as we get to the carnival it appears you need an entry code to get in. I am SO not going up Saratoga, down Steven's Creek to the 280 entrance ramp and up Calvert (3ish miles) to get to my house, so I HAVE to cut through this fair (1 1/2 blocks at the most). After me getting pissed and kicking the entry code taker thing, we start walking down Saratoga (which is actually Kiley in my dream-mind (there's no signs or anything with writing on them) and it looks like the area in front of Great America, but hush) trying to find a way to get in. We find this grassy-paved hill that we go up and down again, and then there's another hill with a bunch of people standing around on it. After whispering a discussion among us, I go up to this guy in buisness-casual and say, "hi, we're lost, can you tell me how to get to ____?" (I don't remember where I said), and he pointed to it with his thumb to the area behind him, we thank him and walk by, and he hails us. We turn around and he PULLS OFF his prosthetic hand (the one he pointed with) to reveal his real hand, which he then uses to point at us and says, "nobody's ever snuck in this way before, so I'll let you go. Be careful!"

Now that freaked us out for about five minutes oO Then we got into the carnival proper and things were a LOT more culturally diverse, which made me feel a bit better coz' I didn't stand out so much ^^; We met up with some person from KKSF who was doing the music. I asked him where the person from KSJO was, and he said that he (the guy from KSJO) had skipped out after taking a bunch of free stuff. This totally boggled our minds because one, he took free stuff. Shock! Horror! and two, because the person I had talked with earlier was a girl. Hm.

Then I had to go to school, and it sucked. I never get good dream-time in anymore T__T *kicks school*

current mood: awake
current music: Yasunori Matsumoto - So In The World (Slayers)

I had FUCKED UP dreams about Yuliya's mother last night.

...sicko's XP

Nah, I was listening to Tatu all night because I'm a dumbass who is easily obsessed, and it caused me to have dreams in which Yuliya's mom was driving me somewhere in a black version of Yuliya's father's car, and trying to slowly strangle/kill me. I eventually ended up jumping out of the car and trying to call the police on a messed-up phone that only had 1, 2, 3, 7, 8, and 9 on the keypad.

It was strange.

current mood: confused
current music: Tatu - Not Gonna Get Us (200 Km/H in the Wrong Lane)

For some reason, I was driving in the mountains with my father, and we took a left fork in the road when we should have forked right, but the sign said we were headed towards "Burger King" and "El Torrid" (which I thought was El Torito's) and dad said something about getting a beer, and I LET him oO; And so we pulled into the area with the El Torito's (which is what it really was... a fast-food-style El Torito's) and there was a Panda Express there, and dad got a beer and ordered some food, so he said I could, too, so I waited for them to make up some orange chicken (they were out TT), and when they did, the lady was being really nice, so I said "I'd like a three-item combo with orange chicken..." and I forgot the chow mein/rice, so she said "hang on while I do this ^-^" and got some rice and chow mein on my plate, and then put some orange chicken on, and started putting this... sauce on. It was like... macaroni-and-cheese orange, if you've ever seen that Crayola colour. Almost like cheddar cheese sauce, melted. And while cheese is good in it's place, it's place does not include my chinese fast food. So I was going to ask her about it, when I woke up --;;

current mood: aggravated
current music: SKIRT - Magical Labyrinth (Violinist of Hameln)

So apparently~ I was weirded out this morning by dreams of my mother driving us to the hospital. Except there were certain hospitals we could go to: sun, moon, mars, and they were like clans. She drove us to the moon one and the nurse came out in his nurse-y outfit with this giant machine gun, checking our availiability, and my dad was like "We're friends of the Moon." and he circled around to my mother, and nobody was saying anything so I was like "yeah, hi, my mom's about to go through childbirth, if you were wondering ^^v#"

And that was enough to wake me up. Ugh~ x___X;;

current mood: anxious
current music: Do As Infinity - Heart (Break of Dawn)

I remember having a horrible dream in the dream, then waking up (while dreaming) and having a major wail-fest, with my mother coming in and me explaining the dream to her -- except I had recorded it so I ended up showing it to her. I can't remember much about the dream-in-the-dream, except it played a fake version of the beginning of the first Harry Potter book (which I've never read, but I've seen the movie, and can I just say that it sucked? ^^v) involving snow, a key, and Splash Mountain from Disneyworld. Speaking of which, apparently you could stop your log in this version, so I kept pausing the log when going through it with my mother. When we got to the top, apparently I was with my father, and we were spending money at the arcade at the top (a...hah? Oo;), and then I won some cat treats in an.. Itchy & Scratchy (is that who they are? I don't watch Simpsons XD;) claw machine thing... and then all of a sudden my cellphone rang and I was Jackie Chan, and the obligatory asian badguys (you know, Jackie Chan's stunt team? Them) came in and started like.. killing people (asian men) who were talking on their cellphone, so I hung up and they shouted out "he's not on the phone anymore!" and started killing asian men who WEREN'T on their cellphone, so I turned it on again and they started back with the first group, and.. it was weird. Apparently they knew that I was an asian man (a..hah..) and they had a tracker on my phone, so I found a schoolgirl outfit and went and mingled with a bunch of schoolgirls, and threw my phone (on) in the trashcan that the (caucasian) janitor was taking away to be burnt, and their GPS tracker (accurate to within 500 feet, so it wasn't a very good one) told them where "I" was going and they left.

Then I was (back to my normal taller-than-Jackie-Chan-and-not-an-asian-male self) on a weird cross between Tower of Terror in Disneyworld and Vortex in Great America, and Kinky-J, Blackie, Sallie, and I were all dressed as our respective Sanzoikkou members, and were having sex (that is the epitomy of fun -- having sex on a roller coaster with ya girls dressed as the Sanzoikkou. And Kinky-J wasn't prone to motionsickness! YAY! =DDD)

Then I woke up because the power had flickered and I had left my lamp on, so it went from light to dark to light and it sort of told me to get up, so I got up, checked my email and my friends page, went to the bathroom, turned off my light, and went back to bed.

This bit I remember a bit more than the dreams I had in my first half of unconciousness yesterday (from about 1:30 PM to about 11:20 PM), because I haven't gone back to sleep since I woke up from it, and it's much sooner. The fact that it was on repeat-one in my head so I went through it like.. five times has nothing to do with it, really n_n;

By some miracle of God, I had managed to secure a spot in the audition list for the Saiyuki movie voice-acting auditions, and as you may know.. there aren't that many roles that haven't already been filled by the Sanzoikkou or Kougaijitachi -- there's a monk, there's Go Dougan, and there's Houlan (is that her name? The one the crap-ass subtitles call Penglan, so that's what I'll refer to her until I can remember what it actually.. oh, it IS Houlan/Houran. But because in the dream it was Penglan, I'll continue to do so n_n;), and I think maybe~ another monk, but no more than that.

So I was at the auditions, and I wasn't put off at all when I came in -- because the dubbing on the series had gone flawlessly! (which, incidentally, I see now is bullshit @o;;;) and all I was worried about was that I wouldn't get Penglan right. I personally think I'd do better as Dougan, but.. can't win 'em all X3;;

There were.. I dunno, maybe thirty or forty women there? A lot of them were professionals (hell, I think I might have been the only one who wasn't -- I saw Lisa Ortiz there. LISA OR-fucking-TIZ! @o;), but the lines that the auditioneers were having them read went something like: "Mister Gojyo, I'm so so sorry.. I can't do it, I can't do it!" or something equally pathetic (I'm not big on Houlan as a character, so.. eh.), and as we went through these auditions -- ten, maybe fifteen people ahead of me (I was one of the last with their numbering system, with maybe five behind me) in I just lost it.

I dunno how people usually hold VA-ing auditions, but here it was sort of like a drama audition. You would stand at a mic and the casting director and etc. would be in the audience, and they'd tell you what to read and give you hints and you'd read it again, and then you'd read a dialogue with someone filling in for Gojyo (which might have been the actual VA, god knows) and these women.. these women... argh.

Okay, here's a fun fact: Xella HATES HATES HATES it when people mispronounce names (this includes me in this mix, by the way. I pronounce a name wrong and I'm pissed off for the rest of the day). Now.. these women were pronouncing Gojyo as "Goge yo" (including the j in the first syllable, not the second). And they were ALL doing it. Now, I wasn't in the position to be able to see anyone but the auditionettes' faces, but I was like "@o;;" and at about fifteen I snapped. I just stood up and screamed, "It's not Goj-yo! It's GO-JYO! GO! JOE! THE J GOES WITH THE YO!"

n________n;; Anyway, the women all started whispering to each other while I was there trying to calm myself down, and then it got reeeeaally~ quiet and the casting director got up and came over and was like "What's your name?" and I was like "o______________.;; ...xella..." and he's like "Do you think you can do it better?" and I was like ".... I can pronounce the names right n_N;;" and so he got my ass on stage and I was like "@o;" because I had another ten or something women to go in front of me, and he was like "¬¬ Read the lines." and the guy next to him in the audience (the director, I think) whispered something to him and technically I wasn't supposed to hear it, but you know how subtitles are n_n; And he said, "if this is the girl I think it is, we got a very.. long.. email from her about a month and a half before the TV series came out." and Mr. C.D. was like "that's this Xella?" and the director-guy was like "maybe." and so he told me to read the lines again and I did and like.. he glared at me and stuff, and told me that it wasn't a good idea interrupting an audition like that, and how would I like it if someone interrupted me (to which I bit back a "well, any serious drama student knows that no matter what the audience is doing, you keep going on with the show" but n_n;; Not the point), and then told me to hand in my ticket number stub in the lobby and.. yeah.

And then I was driving home (home being the hotel, apparently I was in Texas XD;), which was like forty-five minutes to an hour away, and my cellphone rang (and I was Jackie Chan! Nah n_n;), and I answered it and some guy who I didn't recognize the voice of said "this is Bryan from ADVision films, it says here that you came in earlier today for an audition, is that correct?" and I was like "oO; Yeah... nn;" and he was like "Mister Sippel (note: Christopher Sippel was the man in charge of the voice casting and direction of the Slayers TV series over at Software Sculptors) would like to inform you that you've been called back, and would a half-hour be too little notice for a reaudition?" and I was like "O...............o;;;;" and turned back (think of all the wasted gas! T_T) and went back and nobody else was there, and the director guy came out and said "you got the part." and I was like "O________________________O"

And then the dream played again four more times n_n;;

current mood: embarrassed
current music: Orgy - Blue Monday (Candyass)

From what I can remember, it started with me living here, and we (Blackie, Kinky-J, Sallie, and I) had all decided we were going to meet up in Disneyworld -- except Disneyworld was where Great America was now (so I guess we were in Florida sans humidity and freak-ass weather). For some reason, the tickets we bought were like movie tickets, and I don't even know why -- I had my day pass with me from when I went to go visit Kinky-J, and there was still a day left on it. Anyway, so I went into the gate (which was like a security checkpoint at an airport oO;) and the guy tried to punch a hole through my ticket, and it wouldn't really punch, so he tried it again, and I was worried that because it was punched twice, they wouldn't let me back in later if I had to leave. Then Kinky-J showed up, and we were like "Eee!" and it was all~ good. Sempai wasn't there, oddly enough. Eh.

Anyway, then we went into the park (which was like.. Great America. On a HUGE scale o_o;;) and decided we wanted to try the archery game, but first we had to find Sallie and Blackie. We did, squealed, then went. As we were going up the stairs, poor Sallie like.. died. And I spazzed and worried and it was not fun.

Then Yuliya called and I was like "eh?" and she was like "rachel and I are coming over =DD" so I had to get up --;

Sigh.

current mood: anxious
current music: Motoi Sakuraba - Sachiri (Gensomaden Saiyuki)

There was some sort of reason that we needed to get Penny's comic. We (Joanna, Sangita, and I) thought she never turned it in, and her .. virus program (a person) was missing. Penny was, of course, disagreeing, and so after some fruitless accusations back and forth (which I wasn't involved in.. I was just watching and thinking ^^), I said to our virus program that I didn't know who did what, and if anything was actually done, but I thought it was a good idea to do a full search of her webserver and see if it or a trace of it could be found there, and I'd be willing to open mine for a full search if someone thought it could be there. Our virus program handed me a $50 bill and asked Penny to open up her server, which she did, in the form of this big dome that appeared into the middle of the field we were in from nothing (she also called her webhost and asked them to send over bridge (link?) software, why bridge software I dunno, but oO). I started going through everything in her server very carefully (mostly old school assignments from like.. Christmas oO) and some stuff happened, and the bridge software showed up, and Penny asked it to give her the Bridge Installer Wizard (o-;;) which it did, and then she showed them an invoice and asked them what was wrong with it. The bridge installer wizard was very confused about the airforce avoiding her home (Oo), and asked how much it cost.

Dad woke me up then, and it's just as well. I haven't been rememebering ANY of my dreams recently, except for the fact that they've ALL involved Saiyuki in the past couple weeks (with tonight as the exception, I seem to recall something about before Penny's comic went missing me being Lina and Sylphiel not letting me drink Oo;;) and one snatch from Wednesday night/Thursday morning right before I got "violently ill" which involved some WEIRD switch that caused Gojyo, Sanzo, Goku, and Hakkai to get split up into two groups and trying to get back together with the fake Sanzoikkou (So like.. Hakkai and Goku were travelling with the fake Sanzo and Gojyo, and Sanzo and Gojyo were travelling with the fake Hakkai and Goku, and the two groups were trying to get back together in the forest) oO; Was odd. I knew I was sick then XDD;;; Fake Sanzoikkou dreams are my key =3

current mood: confused
current music: Garbage - When I Grow Up (Version 2.0)

For some reason, Judy's class was in Nevada (and it looked a bit more like what I've seen of Utah than what I've seen of Nevada, but eh) for some field trip or other (field trip! Yay!), and for some other reason, I had a very Hakuryuu-esque jeep that appeared when I wanted it and hid in my pocket when I didn't oO;

So Danielle, Denise, Yuliya, and I (no, there is NO Danielle OR Denise in my class, hush) went out into the Nevada wilderness to... do something, and we found this... thing. I don't remember if we ever saw it or not, but it was definately a piece of an alien spacecraft (if not one itself). So we were all excited and memorized our route and then we all~ went unconcious. When we woke up, we had been blown of the cliff (we had been on this HUGE prarie-like cliff oO), we had our shirts on backwards, and to top it off they weren't even our shirts. I had Denise's, Danielle had Yuliya's, Yuliya had mine, and Denise had Danielle's (I think). We also were now bra-less (when we took our shirts off to exchange them back, we noticed as much. Lots of boobs in this dream oO). So~ we headed back to camp and told people what we saw, and they dismissed us until I said I could take them back to where it was, coz' I knew exactly, then a couple of them followed us, and we went back, and then everything just BLEW UP (in a figurative sense). The media was all~ over everything and it was the greatest scientific discovery since Lipton fried rice (hey, this is my dream, hush up XP) and.. yeah.

Things from there are kinna blurry, until I managed to find my way into a larger version of Legends (of Sport & Fantasy) from Vallco. My guess was that this was one of those recurring pieces of scenery recycled from the rest of my brain, and it was in that huge~ mall of previous dreams. Anyway, Yuliya, Denise, Danielle and I were looking at books and stuff, and I was contemplating my shelf (because apparently my bookshelf over behind me was this shelf), and my How To Draw Manga books started disappearing. I would find one on a different shelf, put it back, only to find two more were missing, etc. I dunno how I came to the conclusion, but others in the room were experiencing the same thing, and I decided it was someone borrowing the books, and I found a... spiderman bust behind my books to "support" this theory. So I called for attention (in the middle of this HUGE library-like shelf system on one side of this Legends-esque store) and tried to explain it when the owner of the store (whom I knew from that blurred part of my dream, he was tall, and not exactly the most handsome man on the planet, but he had the poential to be high, and wore an eyepatch over his left eye) hushed me and explained it better and louder, and things settled down. After he finished explaing it, he lifted up his eyepatch and winked at me with a fully-healthy eye (it occurs to me now that it might have been a prosthetic eye, as that would not have affected his blinking, but I didn't think so in the dream), then replaced the eyepatch and said "that's payback for earlier" (whether earlier was the blurry bit of the dream or for figuring out what was wrong with his store, I dunno), then walked around with me as I continued looking for something. (Don't ask me where Denise, Danielle, and Yuliya went, it beats me completely) he asked me what my name was, I said that it was Alicia but I went by Xella (which is true, generally speaking nn), and he gave me his name, which I don't remember, and asked why I was there. I told him that I was part of the class (why our whole class had been attributed the discovery of the alien whatsis I dunno, but it made moving around easier, anyway) that had found the alien thing, and I had left my sketchbook behind (whether behind when we went unconcious and were thrown off the cliff with nothing but minor scratches and bruises, or behind when we picked up and headed back to tell our tale, I dunno) and was looking for it, and that I was also hoping my dad'd buy me another HTDM book (X3;;) while I was there.

Somehow or other, it got to be closing for the store, but I think I had gotten my sketchbook back and was looking for something else (or just talking to him), and he managed to convince me to buy something and a BUNCH of paper. I didn't even think to think how much it cost me, but while the two cashiers were whining about wanting to go home (one looked like Dr. Hwan from Saiyuki in waitress gear, the other... didn't, but she was female) and how the store was closed, blah blah blah, but he didn't pay attention, so the one who didn't look like Dr. Hwan rang up my total which was like $100, and I paid it (and got out of the store and went SHIT, I need that $100 for my youryoku limiters~ @o;), and mulled on how this man could be my grandfather (which he told me earlier he was, or we had figured out that he was by way of my dad's name and his brother's name (my dad doesn't have a brother, FYI), and walked through Barnes & Noble (even though I think it was Waldenbooks. I had been in it before, whether in a dream from way~ back or whether it was the library in NY, I can't remember), and out to the parking lot to meet my parents, who weren't there. I remember thinking about how beautiful his (brown) eyes were... hm~ Oo

There was also something in the blurred bit of the dream about this tiger that we (Denise, Danielle, Yuliya, and I) had that would only stay and not maul someone who had a wooden stick. It was making food and talking to us by the end... god knows oO;;

current mood: contemplative
current music: Saiyuki - Hakkai Flashback (Gensomaden Saiyuki)

There was something I was eating, like a Baby Ruth or something (I don't like Baby Ruthses but anyway) and I won like... a LOT of money. I was giving away toys and stuff, and I remember I had bought my own grocery store and named it after Alex, but they didn't know who I was when I was in it and stuff.. there was a bunch of other really random happy perky stuff, and then I was trying to settle any credit card debt I might have had, when I was sitting with this person who apparently was the CEO of sweethearts (which is actually NECCO, North East Confectionary Company, but my dream didn't make that distinction) and this big sign started having some really bad graphics done to it as someone was sending a message to the person I was sitting next to... telling them to give away toys, candy, and other stuff free and to ruin me (naturally I was making indignant and snide remarks at the screen ^^). Another message came for me in particular, but mom woke me up at that point.

Well it was nice being rich as hell, anyway ^^;;

current mood: contemplative
current music: Saiyuki - Affectionate Time (Gensomaden Saiyuki)

Don't ask me who the man fighting with Sanzo was. I do not know.

All I remember is that (Genjo) Sanzo was trying to recover his Infernal Land Sutra (a~gain~), and he and the man he was fighting with (it wasn't any of the Sanzoikkou... he was tall, muscular, and used a gun. I'm even tempted to say he looked like Shuuei (not Rikudou), but...) were in the planetarium fighting this huge~ youkai with a gun-arm like Vash (from Trigun)'s, except it was most definately not Vash-like in any other way. Actually, it was probably more Barret-like (from FFVII) than anything. Anyway, they were fighting in the De Anza Planetarium (which was a lot bigger and had room all~ the way around the back row of seats), and this had been going on for a while when Sanzo finally got his sutra back, and was headed out the door when he got shot in the back (through the stomach, per usual with Sanzo XP) and died. No, not just went unconcious, died. And the Shuuei-slash-Vash-slash-Barret-lookalike spun around and saw him crumple to the floor, and then my vision went up to the Heavens, where Kanzeon Bosatsu was watching, along with her little lackeys and all them and a bunch of people in like.. white wire cubby holes oO;;; And it was panning up from Kanzeon (who was on the bottom), and they were all saying something tragically enlightening, one by one, and then right before I woke up, the guy in one of the right-hand cubby holes (whose hands were crossed and supporting his head, which we never got to see, but whose hands were long and curved and had big~ claws like youkai hands, and who had big poofy white gloves hanging from strings at the wrists) said something like, "they were three youkai, what right did they have to press their youkai ideals onto me...? Why did I press mine onto them..?" and it was EGGMAN from SONIC, and just the sheer "what the hell is HE doing in a SAIYUKI dream?" factor woke me up --;

I wouldn't mind going back to it, but I guess if I do I'll have to wait for another twelve hours or so --;; Hakkai was nowhere to be seen oO;; I think the rest of Sanzoikkou was outside or something, god knows.

current mood: anxious
current music: Shimokawa Mikuni - Alone (Gensomaden Saiyuki)

No, I haven't been neglecting to write here, I just haven't been able to remember anything.

Last night was essentially no exception, with the exception (hah, I love that "no exception with the exception" X3;) that I had gotten my package (I ordered recently two posters, a notebook, and a pair of Youryoku Limiters a la Cho Hakkai in Gensomaden Saiyuki) and was wearing my limiters to school, and something happened so that I actually TURNED INTO him.

And no, amazingly, I did NOT glomp myself at the first opportunity (nor check the anatomy, you perverts XPP). I just stared blankly in the mirror (like I was in shock or something) and was then overcome with the traditional Hakkai!angst. Whee fun oO;

I know, I know TT; I'll hopefully be able to remember things more clearly when this quarter is done. Wednesday nights and staying at school 'til 10PM is really screwing my sleeping up --;

current mood: awake
current music: Saiyuki - Affectionate Time (Gensomaden Saiyuki)