My lil brother attempting to eat twelve feet of Sepheroth's hair... 0o

Whereworms...BIG ones... (me: YIKES!!) @_@

My grandparaents taken by wereworms...
A discarded old coloringbook full of BEAUTIFUL swan pictures, laying by the side of the road...
A huge blue light filling the once-night sky, and Sora falling into it sprouting his very own <3wings.... 0.0

"The Golden Eyes"

"I can't-- /take it/ anymore!!" he says. "Take what?" I says."The Golden Eyes..." he says.

"Meltmelt"

Oldest dream I can remember.... :-)
Think I mighta been either 4, 5, or 8 years old when I had it... 0_o

Spiderman gives half his powers to MJ, and now looks like a 16-year-old Felix...! @_@

Plastic Wings and the Lavender Enchantres...

'nother old dream that I still must to type up...

Once upon a lonely Halloween...

still have yet to typer this up... dreapt it Saturday-Sunday... I got to fly AGAIN!!!!!!! *_*
(gee whiz, I think I'm into double-digits now...) 0_o

Yaaaaay!!!!

a Daydream Within a Dream, and the Edge of the World at Dinosar Armagedon (so preattyfull!!!!) *_*

I had this dream the night before last. (night of fri da 13th for pete's sake!) *gasp* 0.o
Don't remember what I dreampt last night though... *frown* ...But I'm glad I didn't forget this one... I got to fly again!!!! WWOOOOOOOHHHHHHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YEEAAAAYYYAH!!!!!!

(psst! it was better than the matrix!) *.*

mood: starryeyed + hyper bcuz of dream, music, & physics (of all things) o_0
music: Hollow Bastion theme (again) :B
It's the almighty awesome nerdy song for within the better feilds of almighty awesome nerdyness!! :P
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Setting: in a grassy/overgrown yard outside this old cottage-y-looking building, very old looking w/ peeling paint n' stuff. My friends/family were there, but had gone inside. I think there migh've been a gass-station or a Carl's Jr. across the street. The house and it's yard were wildly over-grown with grass and flowerless honeysuckle, but everything else around this particular lot was barren and dusty, though I only briefly saw it out of the corner of my eye.
There was a huge (and old-looking) tree on the right side of the yard that bathed the whole house and most of the weed-ruled yard in a plesent shade.

Tree: bark was the same color as the house, its leaves were aproximately the same color as the grass but blue-er and shaped like long eucalyptis leaves, and there were millions of nearly-michroscopic blueish-purple flowers that hung in tiny grape-bunches only a few inches long.

Me: I was this scientist-dude who was studying flight, and had had discovered how to fly w/ my arms. ...my hair was short and dark/black, cuz for once, I was someone who wasn't even /suposed/ to be me!! 0_o
(but at least I got a labcoat..........yay! labcoats r cool! *nodding viggorusly*)
Everybody was inside, and I would've been too, except they wouldn't let me fly in the house. (darn!)


Well, I was flying around; over the house, halfway around the tree, crashed, took off again, glided the rest of the way around the tree then back over the house.... and that's when I realized that I could fly better w/ my arms arched out in front of me (like one of those "balancing-eagles" that you balance on your finger or something like that), not stretched out behind me in a way that would make more sence since I'm a human being and not a balencing-eagle....and so I tryed it, but it didn't work as well, and so I returned to the other way of flying....

At one point or another, I crashed again and had a hard time getting back up again....I had to flap really hard, but I got it after a minute. ^_^
It was getting harder and harder to stay aloft. I think I was getting tired, but it's really hard to get tired when you're sleeping so instead, it just felt like I was loosing the hang of it. I gave up after a while and thought "boy that was fun!", and sat down in the grass half in the shade of the big tree to take a break and rest for a minute.
A moment later, I suddenly realized that it seemed as if animals that could only fly were as good at flying as animals that could only run were as good at running! It was only a theory, so I put my mind to work thinking hard, comparing and contrasting things that flew and things that ran, and the persentage they spent doing either (cuz some run/fly more than others)

(that all occured to me just as I was landing...then I sat down in the grass...)


CHAPTER 2:
Well, anyways... Eventualy my pondering became daydreaming, as the sharp vision of a dinosar running down a steep muddy slope in the rain sprang into my mind...
Dinosar: it was kinda like a rapter, but had an extremely short tail and was literaly nothing but muscles, skin, and dinosar bones...pretty freaky look'n. It's muzzle was huge and square, and it had reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaally super-long skinny (almost pointy) legs ending in extreemly tiny, almost spherical feet with four tiny, spherical toes. (feet = no bigger around than an old, American half-dollar coin)

...to be continued, but you're welcome to read what I have so far... ^_^


Sneak preveiw: I found this pic on the internet (isn't Allison absolutely talented?! She drew this. Great Work Alison! :D) ...and it looks very similar to a scene from the later part of my dream, except the clouds are black with veins of eletric-blue lightning, the wyvern is a sickley dark brown and it's supposed to really be some never-before-seen breed of taradactle, the rain is heavily-laden with ash, there tall clifs and caverns everywhere, crusty yellow-orange-red-pink-violate colored lavaflows inching slowly over the ground... And beyond/over the caverns, a beautiful calm-above-the-storm at the edge of the world........ *dreamy sigh* ^____^
(trust me, this isn't even half of it, SO HNG ON TO YOUR HAT!!) @_@





Ummmmmmm... well, it is now April 4, 2006, and I'm about to use this dream for a "give a speach about something that left a very vivid impression you"-assignment in English class tomarrow, so I thought I'd give it another (more efficient-ness-itized) wing...

So far, I think it's come'n guud. :3
(tis sitting half written on a pice of lined paper here on my lap)
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...be back in a minute... I have to go spontaniously take a shower... 0_o
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... Ok I'm back. (and sopping wet, mind you) ^^

And now, ON WITH THE SHOW!!! =D
(boy orange pen is hard to read in the dark! ......creative pen-makers these days--- ugh! *huggles*) X-D


I was a scientist studying flight... I flew around and around a gient wisteria-tree in the front garden of an aged and over-grown cottiage that looked strangely like a five-star hotell inside. (they were expecting reletives and would not let me fly inside the house. *pouts*) I was a guy, had neck-length jet-black hair, and wore an open labcoat over my casuals. I noted how much easier to fly with arms positioned ahead of me, like a balancing-eagle toy, rather than behind me, like a jet. I soon exausted myself and sat down in the grass to think... There were two kinds of animals in my mind: those whos' specialty was running, and those who could fly. I pondered this, there in the grass, and began to daydream...

There was a raptor running in the rain and a something soaring in the sky above. The rain was freezing cold and full of ash; the steep muddy slopes were saturated, causing the running creature to slip and slide on its feet. But no problem; its long-legged, slender body was built for this!

The creature in the sky followed closely at break-neck speed. From my mind's eye I could see it had tiny legs-----good for nothing but a quick rest between flights------weras its wings were quite massive. Clearly, these two were polar opposites. ~_~b

The coal-colored sky was cast in a strange dim blue light; 'twas a solid atmospheric canopie of smoke and stormclouds. Why was there smoke, and ash, you ask? It was the end of the dinosar world.


Every icy raindrop contained a cubic-centimeter of volcanic ash at its core. The flying dinosaur stopped, rested, and then sprang to life again as the running dinosaur passed it by. They raced down the side of a near-precipice hill,where the latter needed only to stand on one foot and let gravity do the rest. The former just swooped. Now, they were really rivals; they were racing eachother and being concious of it; maybe even friends-----they were beginning to enjoy the thrill of it


Every icy-stinging raindrop a drop of fine volcanic powder at its core------that was not mud falling from the sky, but glassy liquid mixtures of

The two pressed-on, competing in a race

Heckylle

Sora was fighting heartless or something (I had the controler, but I think I was in a hollodeck or something cuz everything was 3D and life-sized 0.0) and then instead of getting two keyblades, he split into two [i]people[/i]!! :o It just looked like two identical (kh1) Soras with a kingdomkey each, but everything everywhere (especialy them when either did a combo) [i]shimered with streaky etherial light[/i]. And not only did you have to controle both of them with one controler, but most of the time they moved independantly of eachother!! (the only time they didn't was when both were standing still^^, then they did this:


After the fight was the weirdest part... Something went wrong and they started shouting at eachother, then suddenly, two identical world keyholes appeared (apperantly one for each Sora) and I think they were suposed to lock them at the same time, but one of the Soras who was [i]particularly[/i] angry (the one on the left...I was veiwing theis from an angle)
[deliberately?] jamed his kingdomkey into it (the keyhole on the left) before the other sora... There was small, brief-but-sparkley flash of blue light (that matched the light around the keyholes...keyholes looked something like miniature ones from Agrabah) and [i]both[/i] the Soras disappeared into thin air. Yet the keyholes remained; apparently still waiting to be locked.

Well, barely a minute later, I was fighting something.... (boy that was a rough transition there 0.o ... not sure what I was using; it mighta been a keyblade...not sure... *grins dreamily*) and I defeted the something after a while, and then... each of the keyholes spits out a lil black thing, which, after spinning, warping, and revolving around in mid-air (assymbling themselves?), turned out to be heartless!

They were strange little creatures, very unlike the ones seen in the real game, and yet, still strangely similar. I can't quite remember what they really looked like, but they were silimar in height and stature to shadows; all black except with dark-dark-dark-purple somewhere around their soulders with a small amount of blackish-blue somewhere around there too, and looked as if their bodyparts (except their torso) were were made outta construction paper! 0_o

And then, something told me deep down that these two where what had become of the Soras who had disapeared (been sucked into the keyholes[?]) seconds ago, and now I had to fight em!
I was reluctant because they were Sora, and hesitent because I wasn't sure if they were still Sora. (y'know, not being sure weather or not that person is too far gone to ever come back...)
...But after about two pitiful strikes at the pair, the scene changed right then to another room in the buiding that seemed more like a cross betwene a grown-ups' casino and a ChuckyCheese place....Brian Greene (yes, author of the physics book "the Elegant Universe") was giving me tour of the place and said things to me along the lines of: "See all this? My wife built that. She built this place and everything in it; look, there's her signature!" and then he showed me where her signiture was on everything. Then he told me that this place was part his too--- he'd built one of the tables, and he showed it to me.... it was the biggest table in there, but it was simple and unpainted (obviously a beginners' design). It's wood was splintery and weathered grey. I think it was oak at one point, or maybe ironwoood, but there were two other smaller (but much nicer) tables right next to it(and they were kinda complicated....maybe of intermedediate design). He fliped his table over and swelled with pride as he pointed out his signiture on it's underside) 0_o
(((no offence ment to Brian Greene! I think he was in this dream cause I'd just watched his 3-part NOVA episode than night)))

...description 2 b continued later....and there I will explain why I titled this post what I did.......

the Attack of the Killar-Paopus

I had a conversation with a killar paoupu fruit about PotC!! 0_o (is there a phsycologist in the house?! I need a dream-annalysis here!)

(note: dose anybody mind if I half-turn this into a dream-blog? I have some(meaning ALOT ALOT ALOT) super-freeky dreams and it's about time I started jotting them down...)


Ok, so I was dreaming one night..... *scene slowly goes all wavy as u hear harps play*


.......Me and a friend were traveling somewhere and got lost... It started getting really late so we found an empty multypurpose building somewhere and found some cumpfy chairs and curld up in them to sleep. Next day some other guy was there and said the reason nobody came here was that there was some kind of moster living down at the other end of the [long] hallway.

Suddenly, I see a shaddow whizz by on a wall in another room, and then told the third guy that had we known, we wouldn't have spent the night.

(little while later can't remember what happend in-between)


Me and my friend glanced down the hallway and saw this huge mass of yellow star-shaped fruit-thingys piling out of the farthest back-room. They walked (immagion something like pateric from Spngebob Squarpants, but all stiff and ridgid like really hard rubber) down the the hall and started climbing all over us exactly like a swarm of tarantulas!! O_O

(There were these vivid-green vines and leaves growing off of the fruit-creatures and dragging around on the ground like ghost-chains or sumt'n)


They wouldn't let us leave the building, and one of them told us that we couldn't have something(can' remember what, but it had something to do w/ the Pitates of the Caribbean curse) but they didn't believe that we just wanted out of there, --so I tryed to distract them by asking about the PotC movie and trying to get friendly w/ them, but it didn't work and they started moving tward us looking ready to pull a full-scale attack on us if we didn't get away from the door. (amazingly, the room we were in looks just like my grandma's house! )

We figured that we'd never get out of there unless we fought 'em so we didn't back of. The star-shaped fruit-creature-thingies advanced on us, and we were gonna wait untill they were close enough to step on, but the one I had talked too sprang at me. (and I all too clearly remember this next part... *shudder* ) It latched itself onto my hand (I think w/ little micro sucker-discks) and I deliberatly waited so that I could squish it at the exact right moment... --but I waited too long and was hit w/ a renching pang of fear upon ralizing my mistake as it bit me!! It didn't have a face or even any teeth, but it had a creepy looking empty-black-hole of a mouth. @_@
(anyone thinking paoupu-fruit/dementor hybrid??)

...and it was like watching what happens when the film rips on one of those old-fassioned types of tapes... --everything flashed all black and white and the dream ended... >_< *************** This is DEAFINATLY one dream I wouldn't care to ever dream again!!!!!!!!!!! @_0 They're all super weird (some more than this one), but usualy never full of scarry killar-fuit-critters...!!! *eep!*

(just something weird I found that seemed related)
...actualy looks more like:


Oh, and I forgot to add that I got attacked by a swarm of gient black ants two days later right in the middle of art-class. scaaaaary.... >_<

the Plastic /Thing/

I was standing in the archway between the dining room and the kitchen at our old house. Apparently it was late at night and the only lighting was the chandelier over the dining room table. A 3ft tall Sepheroth was casting that fire-attack he does in the Platinum Match on Kingdom Hearts in the Coliseum. All those flames shot up and he momentarily sprouted a wing that looked as if it were made of energy. Seconds later I'm standing next to the table and a lot shorter; Sepheroth in front of me with his back turned and with his shirt off. *me as I write this: gasp! choke! gag! dies...* XP

No!!!! Don't you be think'n that anything like that!!! I didn't see anything but his arm and shoulder blade!!!!! NOTHING ELSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyways, now that that's clear, lets move on shall we?

There was this little white square plastic thingy (that looked like something you'd find at a hardware store) deeply embedded in his shoulder blade. I got the impression that somehow it had fused with bone. Seph's wing was gone, but there was a small tuft of extreamly glossy black feathers caught under the plastic thing. Sephy didn't seem to know it was even there, and proceeded to put on another shirt. *me: phew!*
And then I knew that the wing itself had come out from that small airy gap betwene skin and plastic, and that those feathers in it had simply gotten cought when it retracted. @_@

....and that's about all I can remember.
Anyoe else thinking 'clip-on'? :-D

The Lines

I was walking to the Kim's Karate bus from my school and there was this kid a year or so younger than me getting off exactly as I got there. They(he?) shied away as I approached, and I noticed that they(he?) had two horizontal, soot-black bars printed just below his knuckles on the backs of both of his hands. They(he?) seemed kinda shifty and paranoid, and seemed to try to avoid eye contact.

I inquired about the lines and leaned over to see them better, but he recoiled and said something along the lines of, "Don't! You don't want to know!!" then ran off toward the back school.
I grabbed my black duffle/briefcase (don't know why I would ever have a brief case 0o) and was all set & ready to get on the bus when my eye now caught my own hand... It too, now had black bars printed on it. And who appears behind me but the kid. They(he?) had a sort of mixed "oh let me see" and "I warned you!" air about him, but seemed to be more willing to communicate now.

I turned around, and apparently some time had passed.

I remembered the lines on my hands kept fading and disappearing, then reappearing bolder and blacker than ever. They're faded now, and somehow I knew these things were supposed to come out of them, but couldn't while the lines were faded. I was on the bus going back to the school now.

We got to my school and me and the other kids got off. Curiosity was obvious on my face as I examined the lines again. They were bold again and I held my hand up. Quite purposefully, I tensed/flexed the muscles in it and two paper-thin metal 'thingies' shot out of the lines....

Despite what you might be thinking as you read this, they were anything BUT wolverine claws... Aside from being paper-thin and weak enough to bend in the breeze, they were dull with parabola-shaped tips and arched over your knuckles almost as badly as a rainbow arches over the sky. ....not at all good for fighting with. (plus, there were only two per hand) Infact, they were positively useless!

So there I was, at my school, off the bus (bus is behind me), and who appears next to me but the kid! He had a horrified sort of look on him as he looked at me; a deffinate "Oh boy, now you've done it" sort of look. ----And that's about all I can remember. (I'm not sure, but I think he might've actually said "Oh boy, now you've done it", but I'm not sure)

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I know; weird dream. 9_9 (me thinks "weird" = understatement)

I was about 12 when I had it; roughly three years ago. I'm amazed that I still remember as much as I do about it. And no, there really wasn't any x-men influence, it'd been over a year since I had seen that movie, and I generally hate comic books...although the occasional fan-comic is ok I suppose. ^^

I have no clue who that "kid" is based on. Never seen anybody like him in my life! So, the only thing I know about him is, he seemed about a year or two younger than me, and had dark hair, light skin, and was always standing off to the side.

I think this was the first dream I ever had that was excessively sunny...bright blue sky, green grass, and a blinding-white sidewalk, but there were tall trees and whatnot too.

How did this dream come true? Now, three years later, I've got a cat-scratch scar on each hand roughly right where one of the lines would be. Though, one of them is actually older than the dream, and maybe it's what inspired the dream cause I would get bored in school every now and then and ink it over...but I usually inked it in pink! And where the heck did this other scar come from?! (my cat, but who told my cat to scratch me there of all places?) Ah nevermind. bleh. :p