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Jan. 10th, 2002
Why do I read things that hurt me...
http://www.tgfa.org/comics/courier/courier.htm
Must go sleep NOW.
http://www.tgfa.org/comics/courier/courier.htm
Must go sleep NOW.
Sorry about the lack of entries lately, and the fluff I've been having for entries lately...couldn't be helped.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah.
IT'S PARANORMAL NIGHT AT THE DOLARI HOUSEHOLD!
Thingies have been mighty wierd as of late. Wether that's a good thing or not, I don't know. Mainly, if you read my last few dreams, you'll realize my head is being pretty wierd with me right now. I've been told to stop reading books, I've been hunted, had pople..."try to get my attention." It's pretty wierd stuff. One of the main reasons I keep a dream journal is for story ideas...can't get better ones than the ones your mind cooks up for entertainment while yous leep, but sometimes these get downright wierd.
Then...something wierd happened Tuesday Night/Wednesday morning. I was talking with a friend when I noticed a flicker in the corner of my eye. Normall, the hallway into the Master Bedroom looks like People's Exhibit 1. Just your normal everyday house type area.
When I looked over, the flicker solidified into People's Exhibit #2. This is the closest I could get to recreating it in Paint Shop Pro. The door just kinda..."fell." It was gone real quick, but I just kinda figured it was eyestrain. And it went away mighty quickly.
About 30 minutes later, I'm typing along with a friend when that flicker comes back. This time, imagine a flicker light a neon light that is on the fritz...that kinda "bzzt bzzzzzzt bzt." This time I look into the hallway and see Exhibit #3...and it's flickering on and off. It's gone again as soon as I notice it.
Throughout the night, I see things in the hallway like lights, or "Black spots" flying around...the lights I could explain as seeing reflections off my glasses. The black ones, I couldn't explain.
Several other things happened that night, too. Funky things I won't ge tinto because, rereading this entry, I sound like a madwoman. And I'm quite sane. At least I like to think I'm sane for a 28 year old woman who plays videogames and writes about opwer crazed virtual immortals who play Earth like a marionette. You know, standard issue sanity.
So...what happened?
That night, I told someone The Dream. Whenever I tell the dream, wierd things happen...and usually I tell only a select few people. But now, just so I don't have to retype/retell the dream again, I'm putting it here AND in my Dream Journal. I'vehad this dream on and off since I was a litte little kid. And it came to me in parts, a lot like Aki's dreamin Final Fantasy (which was what got me in the mood to tell it that night). Except that it came to me in pieces as a kid...the first part was the only part of the dream I had for a ong time,then the second part was added and so on and so forth.
Whenever I tell the dream, my hackles get raised. TI's a pretty standard dream, but when I tell it, I just get INCREDIBLY cold, and shakey. Once I told the dream to Alison, and the end result was me being able to describe her room without being there. Another time I told it and I blew a lightbulb.
Oh, yeah, have I mentioned lightbulbs are going out at an alarming rate around here lately?
Looking back at this entry, just TWO MONTHS AGO, I wouldn't be writing this entry...I would more than likely have said I imagined it, or that there was just coincidence. Dunno no more.
Return on your investment, Erin?
Anyways, here's The Dream, written as if I was writing a story.
Comments and suggestions welcome.
( Read more... )
Where was I?
Oh, yeah.
IT'S PARANORMAL NIGHT AT THE DOLARI HOUSEHOLD!
Thingies have been mighty wierd as of late. Wether that's a good thing or not, I don't know. Mainly, if you read my last few dreams, you'll realize my head is being pretty wierd with me right now. I've been told to stop reading books, I've been hunted, had pople..."try to get my attention." It's pretty wierd stuff. One of the main reasons I keep a dream journal is for story ideas...can't get better ones than the ones your mind cooks up for entertainment while yous leep, but sometimes these get downright wierd.Then...something wierd happened Tuesday Night/Wednesday morning. I was talking with a friend when I noticed a flicker in the corner of my eye. Normall, the hallway into the Master Bedroom looks like People's Exhibit 1. Just your normal everyday house type area.
When I looked over, the flicker solidified into People's Exhibit #2. This is the closest I could get to recreating it in Paint Shop Pro. The door just kinda..."fell." It was gone real quick, but I just kinda figured it was eyestrain. And it went away mighty quickly.
About 30 minutes later, I'm typing along with a friend when that flicker comes back. This time, imagine a flicker light a neon light that is on the fritz...that kinda "bzzt bzzzzzzt bzt." This time I look into the hallway and see Exhibit #3...and it's flickering on and off. It's gone again as soon as I notice it.
Throughout the night, I see things in the hallway like lights, or "Black spots" flying around...the lights I could explain as seeing reflections off my glasses. The black ones, I couldn't explain.
Several other things happened that night, too. Funky things I won't ge tinto because, rereading this entry, I sound like a madwoman. And I'm quite sane. At least I like to think I'm sane for a 28 year old woman who plays videogames and writes about opwer crazed virtual immortals who play Earth like a marionette. You know, standard issue sanity.
So...what happened?
That night, I told someone The Dream. Whenever I tell the dream, wierd things happen...and usually I tell only a select few people. But now, just so I don't have to retype/retell the dream again, I'm putting it here AND in my Dream Journal. I'vehad this dream on and off since I was a litte little kid. And it came to me in parts, a lot like Aki's dreamin Final Fantasy (which was what got me in the mood to tell it that night). Except that it came to me in pieces as a kid...the first part was the only part of the dream I had for a ong time,then the second part was added and so on and so forth.
Whenever I tell the dream, my hackles get raised. TI's a pretty standard dream, but when I tell it, I just get INCREDIBLY cold, and shakey. Once I told the dream to Alison, and the end result was me being able to describe her room without being there. Another time I told it and I blew a lightbulb.
Oh, yeah, have I mentioned lightbulbs are going out at an alarming rate around here lately?
Looking back at this entry, just TWO MONTHS AGO, I wouldn't be writing this entry...I would more than likely have said I imagined it, or that there was just coincidence. Dunno no more.
Return on your investment, Erin?
Anyways, here's The Dream, written as if I was writing a story.
Comments and suggestions welcome.
( Read more... )
Sorry about the lack of entries lately, and the fluff I've been having for entries lately...couldn't be helped.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah.
IT'S PARANORMAL NIGHT AT THE DOLARI HOUSEHOLD!
Thingies have been mighty wierd as of late. Wether that's a good thing or not, I don't know. Mainly, if you read my last few dreams, you'll realize my head is being pretty wierd with me right now. I've been told to stop reading books, I've been hunted, had pople..."try to get my attention." It's pretty wierd stuff. One of the main reasons I keep a dream journal is for story ideas...can't get better ones than the ones your mind cooks up for entertainment while yous leep, but sometimes these get downright wierd.
Then...something wierd happened Tuesday Night/Wednesday morning. I was talking with a friend when I noticed a flicker in the corner of my eye. Normall, the hallway into the Master Bedroom looks like People's Exhibit 1. Just your normal everyday house type area.
When I looked over, the flicker solidified into People's Exhibit #2. This is the closest I could get to recreating it in Paint Shop Pro. The door just kinda..."fell." It was gone real quick, but I just kinda figured it was eyestrain. And it went away mighty quickly.
About 30 minutes later, I'm typing along with a friend when that flicker comes back. This time, imagine a flicker light a neon light that is on the fritz...that kinda "bzzt bzzzzzzt bzt." This time I look into the hallway and see Exhibit #3...and it's flickering on and off. It's gone again as soon as I notice it.
Throughout the night, I see things in the hallway like lights, or "Black spots" flying around...the lights I could explain as seeing reflections off my glasses. The black ones, I couldn't explain.
Several other things happened that night, too. Funky things I won't ge tinto because, rereading this entry, I sound like a madwoman. And I'm quite sane. At least I like to think I'm sane for a 28 year old woman who plays videogames and writes about opwer crazed virtual immortals who play Earth like a marionette. You know, standard issue sanity.
So...what happened?
That night, I told someone The Dream. Whenever I tell the dream, wierd things happen...and usually I tell only a select few people. But now, just so I don't have to retype/retell the dream again, I'm putting it here AND in my Dream Journal. I'vehad this dream on and off since I was a litte little kid. And it came to me in parts, a lot like Aki's dreamin Final Fantasy (which was what got me in the mood to tell it that night). Except that it came to me in pieces as a kid...the first part was the only part of the dream I had for a ong time,then the second part was added and so on and so forth.
Whenever I tell the dream, my hackles get raised. TI's a pretty standard dream, but when I tell it, I just get INCREDIBLY cold, and shakey. Once I told the dream to Alison, and the end result was me being able to describe her room without being there. Another time I told it and I blew a lightbulb.
Oh, yeah, have I mentioned lightbulbs are going out at an alarming rate around here lately?
Looking back at this entry, just TWO MONTHS AGO, I wouldn't be writing this entry...I would more than likely have said I imagined it, or that there was just coincidence. Dunno no more.
Return on your investment, Erin?
Anyways, here's The Dream, written as if I was writing a story.
Comments and suggestions welcome.
( Read more... )
Where was I?
Oh, yeah.
IT'S PARANORMAL NIGHT AT THE DOLARI HOUSEHOLD!
Thingies have been mighty wierd as of late. Wether that's a good thing or not, I don't know. Mainly, if you read my last few dreams, you'll realize my head is being pretty wierd with me right now. I've been told to stop reading books, I've been hunted, had pople..."try to get my attention." It's pretty wierd stuff. One of the main reasons I keep a dream journal is for story ideas...can't get better ones than the ones your mind cooks up for entertainment while yous leep, but sometimes these get downright wierd.Then...something wierd happened Tuesday Night/Wednesday morning. I was talking with a friend when I noticed a flicker in the corner of my eye. Normall, the hallway into the Master Bedroom looks like People's Exhibit 1. Just your normal everyday house type area.
When I looked over, the flicker solidified into People's Exhibit #2. This is the closest I could get to recreating it in Paint Shop Pro. The door just kinda..."fell." It was gone real quick, but I just kinda figured it was eyestrain. And it went away mighty quickly.
About 30 minutes later, I'm typing along with a friend when that flicker comes back. This time, imagine a flicker light a neon light that is on the fritz...that kinda "bzzt bzzzzzzt bzt." This time I look into the hallway and see Exhibit #3...and it's flickering on and off. It's gone again as soon as I notice it.
Throughout the night, I see things in the hallway like lights, or "Black spots" flying around...the lights I could explain as seeing reflections off my glasses. The black ones, I couldn't explain.
Several other things happened that night, too. Funky things I won't ge tinto because, rereading this entry, I sound like a madwoman. And I'm quite sane. At least I like to think I'm sane for a 28 year old woman who plays videogames and writes about opwer crazed virtual immortals who play Earth like a marionette. You know, standard issue sanity.
So...what happened?
That night, I told someone The Dream. Whenever I tell the dream, wierd things happen...and usually I tell only a select few people. But now, just so I don't have to retype/retell the dream again, I'm putting it here AND in my Dream Journal. I'vehad this dream on and off since I was a litte little kid. And it came to me in parts, a lot like Aki's dreamin Final Fantasy (which was what got me in the mood to tell it that night). Except that it came to me in pieces as a kid...the first part was the only part of the dream I had for a ong time,then the second part was added and so on and so forth.
Whenever I tell the dream, my hackles get raised. TI's a pretty standard dream, but when I tell it, I just get INCREDIBLY cold, and shakey. Once I told the dream to Alison, and the end result was me being able to describe her room without being there. Another time I told it and I blew a lightbulb.
Oh, yeah, have I mentioned lightbulbs are going out at an alarming rate around here lately?
Looking back at this entry, just TWO MONTHS AGO, I wouldn't be writing this entry...I would more than likely have said I imagined it, or that there was just coincidence. Dunno no more.
Return on your investment, Erin?
Anyways, here's The Dream, written as if I was writing a story.
Comments and suggestions welcome.
( Read more... )