Some People Have to Say Their Don'ts Before They Say Their Do's

Had a dream last night.

I woke up in a really dilapidated room made of wood and could see beautiful green trees through the windows with no curtains or glass. I panicked because I was tied to a post in the corner of this room, my mouth gagged with my arms bound behind me. I found a way to get myself loose and realized that I was far above the earth in the midst of these swaying trees and that an entire Japanese-esque abbey/shrine was on these massive stilts. The building was solid enough, but I still felt wary when I left the room. It felt like a shrine or a place where monks would be, but there was no furniture or any other signs of life, just empty rooms, with everything painted this stunning shade of crimson. The paint was chipping, but I still saw the color, and it contrasted perfectly with the green of the trees.

This place seemed to be in perpetual twilight, enough light to see around me, but not pure daylight. It was the light that shows up before a very big storm blows through. As I wandered around through these rooms, I grew more and more enraptured with the beauty of the architecture and the way nature flowed with it, like the builder loved the outdoors and left a lot of open spaces for them to sit in and enjoy the trees.

Soon, though, I recalled I had been tied up and scared, and began to wonder what had captured me to begin with. I remember stopping and looking around me and I knew that someone was watching me and that someone had let me free myself. Whoever they were [they had a male presence], they were amused and I knew I was being kept as a toy. This made all of the hair on the back of my neck stand up and while I knew this person would not harm me, I did not want to stay with them.

Somehow I reached the bottom, but there was no chase scene, no struggle to keep me in the place. The weird thing was is that I was actually half-way regretful to leave the place.

Just wondering what it meant... Typing and writing these things down give me room to analyze them.

Meet Me in the Loo After Tea

One of the most ridiculous things I've ever read:

Indian Tribe Bans Church Protests at Funeral

An American Indian got killed in Afghanistan and these dipshits want to come to his funeral protesting that the war is going on because America accepts homosexuals. At his funeral. With his family there. When this had nothing to do with him in the slightest.

I've seen these people on the news before and they are absolutely obsessed. They're a church made up of like three families of about 50 or so people and they go to funerals all over the country and protest at these places of grief where people can hear them and most of the time the funerals have nothing to do with homosexuality, especially since the families of the deceased are not going to be focusing on the sexual orintation of their solider when they're about to put him in the ground.

Speaking of death, just got back from my grandfather's funeral, my mom's dad. I didn't cry at this, but I did get to witness his death and I have to say it's the single most odd experience of my life. My family, one of my uncles, a friend of the family and my grandmother came to the hospital where he was heaving on a respirator for most of the day. We got there at 11 something, they gave him morphine and took him off of life support at 12:45 and by 3:30 he was gone. My brother was actually in the room with him when he passed and I'm wondering how much that fucked up his already crazy little head. My mother, father, and myself had stepped out of the room for a minute and were going to pick up his personal belongings at the nursing home, but we got called back. Strange thing is, there really is a death smell. About thirty minutes before he died, there was the most horrendous stench I've ever smelled in my entire life permeating the room, and I guess "death smell" is about the only name I can put to it. It smelled like decay, just not as stale yet. Like liquid decay, if that makes sense -- the smell was wet. Very digusting.

Also something to note, color leaves you fast. Five minutes before he was gone, he was the same color as me, if a little paler cause he hadn't seen sun in a while. When I saw him next when we were taking my grandmother from the room, he was pale as a sheet. Death pale is different than regular pale. It was the oddest, smoothest white, something else that I'm having trouble describing.

I'm sounding morbid, and I am sad he's gone, it was just a weird day.

On a lighter note, found a new genre of music that I'm absolutely infatuated with.

CHIPTUNE

Egads, it's beautiful. It's pure mad techno of the most creative kind - created by Gameboys and lo-fi synthesizers! And it sounds like a full symphony~

I found out about it through bOINGbOING, which linked to Blip Festival, a chiptune festival going on in New York for three days, including today. That page has links to all of the artists who are showing up, people from all over the world. So far my favorite is USK or Portalenz, a Japanese DJ who makes the most amazing music; he has free downloads of some of his stuff, so my personal recommendation is to download "Kill Me Sweetly", a song he wrote for his girlfriend ;)

To end on a funnier note, something else from BB:

Sexual Consent Video

Two kids are about to kick it bunny style, but they pull out legal forms for their lawyers to look through before they consent to anything - it's absolutely hilarious.

Time for the mad cleaning to get Christmas decorations up before the season is out.