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First off, I´ve decided I love the look of fish-gills. If I could, I´d fill my garden with them. Second, does anybody else sing almost automatically in the shower? I often don´t realize I´m singing at first. Then I catch myself inserting random words I have in my head into the song. Just earlier today I realized I was singing, to the tune of ''Incense Peppermints'': Anti-Perspirant Perspirant Power! Anti-Perspirant At ten miles an hour! Earlier I had been reading the label of a deodorant bar.
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I had the most bizarre dream last night. It took place in a town that I had been to before in other dreams I have since forgotten. In this one I was reminded of (or possibly introduced to) its name: Hateford. I was drifting down a thin creek in a small rowboat when I reached a clearing. Behind me the banks grew steeper and roots jutted from them. A canopy of thick trees filtered out the light and I was soon dazzled by the new light ahead of me. I passed under an arched, wooden bridge into a small town. This town had no roads or pavement, and was surround by tall cliffs, raising straight up from behind the houses or water. The ground and land was mottled alternately with blackened scorch marks and with lush green grass overflowing and creeping from their patches... And there were nearly-luminescent flowers of every type and color imaginable. As I rowed in through the only entrance under the bridge, I examined my surroundings. Two wooden houses were perched in a crevice to my right between two thin and tall sandstone outcroppings. Beyond them, accessible through a wooden path hanging slightly over the water, was a birdhouse mounted on a pole. The front wall was gone and inside were two birds on a perch, a crow on the left and a vulture on the right. Both were taxidermied and quite dead. I recall a small beaded chain, like that of a lamp, hanging from its bottom. I believe I passed under another arched bridge, but of this I'm uncertain. Now I reached a further cleared area. To my left was a wooden inn of some sort... It looked warm and comfortable. To my right was a cluster of small, unidentifiable buildings. They had large, yellowed glass windows displaying... Nothing that I can remember. It may have been nothing, but I concluded that they were shops. Several people came out of the buildings on both sides and greeted me. They seemed to dress in older styles of clothing, like more colorful alternatives to Victorian garb. The most noticeable was no doubt the Mayor. He wore a long trench coat, patterned with bizarre colors and interlocking, distorted shapes. As a symbol of authority he carried a long copper rod as a staff or walking stick, which, coupled with his white foot-long beard gave him a nearly wizardlike appearance. He lead me out of my boat and welcomed me to Hateford. * * * As it got dark, a man began passing out incredible candies. I've never tasted anything in my dreams besides this, but even as I write this I want another. It was a circular white thing that resembled saltwater taffy, but he referred to it as a truffle. It tasted somewhat like vanilla, but with a berry-like flavor mixed in and something else I couldn't identify... I only had one, but many other colors were handed out to the people throughout town. Everybody was eating them constantly. It wasn't long before I went to bed in the inn. I watched out my window as the flowers blossomed all over the once-barren cliff. They rose from the scorched ground, from the clusters of grass, and from the empty sandstone equally. Everything became luscious and beautiful as the stars came out. Along with the normal stars, brightly colored, larger stars burned in the sky. They could be found in yellow, red, blue, green, and many more. I watched them move across the sky as the hours passed until the Yellow Star was at its peak over the cliff. As it climbed to the top, I noted the Mayor and the man that sold the candy hiking up the cliff. They stood at the top beneath a just-grown tree and spoke to each other. The seller made grand sweeping motions with his hand towards the sky and towards the world beyond Hateford. He directed the Mayor to point his copper staff to the Yellow Star high above. As he did so, the tip of it began to glow a brilliant yellow. It stayed like that for several seconds before, in an instant, it spread down the rod and to his hands. It enveloped him and an incredible blast of yellow lightning shot from the end and to the star high above. The Mayor was gone. The rod fell to the ground as the Yellow Star burned just a little brighter... At this point I woke up.
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I had a really weird dream last night/this morning. It began with me on 1700's-1800's style ship. There were huge swells and lightning and thunder, etc., and we found a small row-boat adrift. There were three men in it: a short bald one, a taller balding one, and an average, slightly old one. They claimed to be lost at sea, so we let them onto our ship, but the third man was left alone briefly as he unloaded a large trunk of unknown objects. Several months passed with no greatly unusual occurrences, although every couple days the first two men would develop strange growths on their arms, legs, and faces that nearly resembled small tumors. The third man had become a recluse who never came out of his quarters. The first two men had taken to wearing old rags, and the third had, on the rare occasions he was seen, been wearing a strange coat and sometimes goggles. After several weeks, a crewmember was found dead under mysterious circumstances. We soon decided that it was one of the first two men, and they were kept under a close watch. Several days passed, and one excessively stormy night, the two men went berserk. They had apparently cracked under stress, and were now running around the halls attacking people. We attacked back, shooting and sniping from hidden places. We finally managed to kill them, but soon the third man emerged from his cabin, wearing a strange, form-fitting metal suit. Only his eyes were showing, and he was covered in what looked like needles. I tried to shoot this man, too, but the person I was with stopped me, saying he hadn't yet made a move against us. He began to speak: "So... I see you've done away with my test subjects. Less work for me, I suppose." "Test subjects?" I asked. "Yes. Over the last several years I've been searching for immortality. I'm getting older, but I'm not content to stop living yet." "What's the metal suit for, though?" "I have discovered that the key to immortality involves the eradication of lysosomes and the acceleration of regeneration. Lysosomes, you see, break down dead tissue and the gills and webbed fingers you have before birth. They are responsible for old age as well. But if I break down the lysosomes and repair my old age with this regeneration, I will never die of old age! These needles on the outside will inject me with the chemicals I have developed!" "Then why have those two men tried to kill so many people?" "They are... Failed experiments. Their strange growths are areas where regeneration went rampant and they actually grew new things... They went insane when the inside of their heads grew and applied pressure to their brains..." With that, he pulled down on a string hanging from his mask, and the needles immediately plunged into his skin. He gasped and fell over, no doubt from the pain of being injected all over his body. We rushed to help him but he looked up and struck my partner knocking him across the room. I shot him, but it merely bounced off of his metal armor. He tore off his metal suit to reveal a young man where an elderly one had been earlier. The lysosomes had disappeared, and the regeneration had counteracted his age. The regeneration continued, however, and he began developing blemishes and growths all over. Random body parts began changing, such as his nose lengthening and sagging downwards, his eyes bulging and growing sickly green, and his fingers extending rapidly to a length of a foot or so. When he had nothing left to regenerate, he began merely generating. Feelers erupted from his body, as did a variety of other limbs. He developed tons of pigment, turning his pale body brown. Soon he began to take on the characteristics of an unborn human: he grew webbing between his elongated fingers, his skin became transparent in a variety of places, etc. He soon even grew the gills of an unborn child, and, struggling to breathe, he raced away and threw himself into the stormy ocean. And... Then I woke up. Cool, yes?
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I'ma gonna tell you about a weird dream I had last night. It started out with my grandpa driving my cousin Kristjan and I around in the desert. We weren't really doing anything, but soon we found a grove of trees, and in the center of them, a bunch of open-roofed flying saucer-type vehicles. They were white with a bit of black trim, and they sank in towards the middle. A small circular table jutted out of the middle, with handles all over it. There was a group of people standing around it, and they invited Kristjan and I to come with them. We did as they did, and grabbed onto the handles on the inside. A large glass dome appeared over us, and the center table began spinning with us hanging on. Soon we were spinning fast enough that the G-force was keeping my feet parallel to the floor. The saucer lifted off and began to fly away. We passed the cloud layer and wound up in space. We eventually landed on Mars. There seemed to be a bunch of ancient ruins there, and several monsters from Godzilla movies were fighting each other. (Gigan 1972, Godzilla 1972, and Godzilla 2000 for all you G-Fans out there.) We then left in our strange vehicle again, and eventually touched down on Earth, but it was different than when we had left. Everything was an apocalyptic war zone. It looked like someone had dropped an H-Bomb. The sky was green and filled with dark grey smoke clouds. The ground was misty and filled with wreckage. We all walked away separately, except for Kristjan and I, who went together. There were strange, dark war machines scattered around the place. They were all very jagged and looked almost insect-like. There were corpses and occasional dead, blackened trees in between them. We soon found an area to the west that was still fighting, and the strange war machines belched out smoke and fired blasts of deadly red light at each other. Foot soldiers ran between them, all wearing dark, metal armor and helmets, which completely obsured their faces and all other hints of their humanity. We retreated back to the east, and soon found many mutated humans lying dead on the ground. There was even a huge, dying soldier with no pupils leaning against a cliff. We walked a little further before speaking to each other. "Kristjan? How long can anyone survive here? With only death and mutations in the east, and only battles and war in the west...?" I asked. "Not much longer. We'll need to find a safe place." "Well why don't we pilot one of those saucers back up into space? We could stay there, and from above we can find a safe place," I suggested. "What if there is no safe place?" "We'll stay up there." And so we separated, Kristjan heading to the grove of trees where we first found the saucers, and me heading to my house to gather provisions. I arrived there after some time, and found the back of it to be blasted apart. I raided the pantry and filled a container with water. I walked into the computer room, and opened the door to the sideyard. I exited the gate and snuck back to the grove of trees. When I arrived there, a little girl and someone who I don't remember were standing there. The little girl spoke to me first. She said, "Hi, sir. A boy told me that he was waiting for someone to return here, and that if I came soon enough he would take both of us away!" "Okay. You can come with," I said. The person I don't remember heard this, and withdrew a gun and walked toward me. He said, "Saucers are unavailable to civilians at this time. If you try to pilot one you will be eliminated." "I'm not trying to pilot one," I lied, "I'm hear for maintenance. This girl can be my assistant, if she likes." "You may pass." I crawled inside each saucer, looking for Kristjan. I pretended to do work, also, so I wouldn't seem suspicious. I finally found him lying in one, and the three of us tried to start it up, but it was too noisy, and the guard noticed. He turned around and a powerful blast of red light burst out of his gun barrel. It hit one side of our saucer, and blasted that side off the ground. It threw us into another one, this time a blue and black one that was both a different model and had falllen into disrepair. We tried desperately to start it as he walked closer to us, and finally we pressed the right button. A propeller on the bottom lifted us unsteadily up into the air, but the saucer was falling apart, and pieces began to fall off and onto the ground. We desperately tried to fasten them, but it was no use. Meanwhile, Kristjan was randomly pressing buttons in an attempt to make the dome go up. We were about 200 feet in the air, and the guard down below was firing at us. Many hits grazed us, and Kristjan finally managed to activate some sort of energy bubble dome. It was too late, though, as we were hit in our propeller, and we were already falling. And then I woke up. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In BIONICLE-related news, I recently called the closest LEGO store to me, and they said they were getting the Barraki next week! I'm gonna get Mantax, and the rest, too, if I'm lucky!
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Well, one more week 'til the end of school... I've been having some interesting dreams lately. For example, several nights ago I had one that referenced an H.P. Lovecraft story called "The Shadow Out of Time." ______________________________________________________________ I had been walking down the main road of our neighborhood, when I noticed a massive structure on the hill. It appeared to be the ancient ruins of a long-dead civilization. It was about 200 feet high and made of light grey granite. It had a massive featureless ridge on the top, held up by crumbling pillars, each about 40 feet in diameter. In the center was a colossal 185 or so foot tall alcove, going inwards about 20 or so feet. The inside of the alcove was lined with small ridges, each about 1 to 2 feet wide, with several inches between them. The alcove was filled with several black, dome-shaped openings serving as doors or windows. I asked my dad, who was also with me, what it was, and he claimed not to know, but suggested that it could be an abandoned, crumbling freeway. I convinced him to accompany me in exploring the ruins, and we decided the only way to get to it was to sneak through Russ' yard. (Russ is our neighbor who makes fake rocks for landscaping. He lives in a tiny house with a huge and steep driveway.) As we entered his yard, we saw a vast array of buildings. Apparently he had made quite a bit of money as of late. After about 20 minutes or so of sneaking past empty buildings, we reached the last cluster. It was mainly a large, 2-story "L" shaped building made of tan, imitation adobe. they had a large wooden deck or balcony supported by many rectangular pillars and supports. There was a tiny old, somewhat chubby, woman with short blonde hair watching TV on a couch. She noticed me and began talking. "Oh, Gunnar! I haven't seen you since you were born! You know, I've always wished you could have been born like me... Well, and my son Russ and your uncle Greg..." "How is that?" I responded. "Removed from your mother with a robotic, razor-like claw. Say... Could I just... Cut you a bit, for old time's sake?" she said, withdrawing from her shirt a small razor. "No!" I asked if I could use a computer to find out more about the ruins, and she allowed me to. They were apparently occupied millions of years ago by the Truncated Cones of the East. They were later driven out by tentacled Wise Ones, some of which still occupy the ruins even today. I was about to walk to the ruins when I woke up. It was... Frustrating. ___________________________________________________________ Anyways, happy Father's Day. SQUID!
