Exploration! Experimentation! Exploration! Explanation!

Okay, today's episode of Cowboy Bebop (Toys in the Attic) MUST be shown to Dean. This I declare. The moral to Spike's story is something that strikes deep into his psyche - something he does, yet doesn't know he does. And thus he shall learn.

Erinlefey (paraphrasing): "Hmm. Ask for a visit, reply is noncommittal/neutra. Ask for a need, reply is positive." My brain DOES work that way...and I thought maybe the family did too. So I made a few choice comments here and there today.

Lessons learned?

Parental action can be created when pushed on from other sources than myself. That truck got fixed today. It's just a matter of getting a different wheel to squeak. Put the pressure on sibling-person, and things get done.

Hmmm...

Considering again making this friends only...hearing noises from father-person and mother-person that make em think they're accessing this journal. That wouldn't be a whole lotta fun while still living here. Considering coded names for people just in case.

Finished most of Closetspace #3. Still missing that one critical panel...will try from memory, tomorrow

Drinking WAY too much cola and tea. Bad for kidneys. Bad for blood sugar. Bad for teeth. Should stop.

Father-person is giong to work tomorrow, so I will hike Monday. I need to draw that last panel anyways tomorrow.

All in all, a neutral kinda day. Major victory on aggressive suggestion of courses of action via third party.

Exploration! Experimentation! Exploration! Explanation!

Exploration! Experimentation! Exploration! Explanation!

Okay, today's episode of Cowboy Bebop (Toys in the Attic) MUST be shown to Dean. This I declare. The moral to Spike's story is something that strikes deep into his psyche - something he does, yet doesn't know he does. And thus he shall learn.

Erinlefey (paraphrasing): "Hmm. Ask for a visit, reply is noncommittal/neutra. Ask for a need, reply is positive." My brain DOES work that way...and I thought maybe the family did too. So I made a few choice comments here and there today.

Lessons learned?

Parental action can be created when pushed on from other sources than myself. That truck got fixed today. It's just a matter of getting a different wheel to squeak. Put the pressure on sibling-person, and things get done.

Hmmm...

Considering again making this friends only...hearing noises from father-person and mother-person that make em think they're accessing this journal. That wouldn't be a whole lotta fun while still living here. Considering coded names for people just in case.

Finished most of Closetspace #3. Still missing that one critical panel...will try from memory, tomorrow

Drinking WAY too much cola and tea. Bad for kidneys. Bad for blood sugar. Bad for teeth. Should stop.

Father-person is giong to work tomorrow, so I will hike Monday. I need to draw that last panel anyways tomorrow.

All in all, a neutral kinda day. Major victory on aggressive suggestion of courses of action via third party.

Exploration! Experimentation! Exploration! Explanation!

We gave you an atomic bomb, what do you want, mermaids?

Normally, I'd save something like this for the dream journal...but somethine WIERD happened while I was asleep.

I dreamed tha tI was in my old bedroom at the house we had before this one. I was counting money, fo rno real reason, picking silver coins out of the hundreds of copper pennies I had hen I noticed someone sitting on my bed. I turned to her, and say hello. She just smiles. She has middle-of-her-back shoulder length hair, and gold crown with a triangle portion on her forehead, and a a gold outfit with pink and purple highlights.

I turn my back to her and start counting money again, and she spaks to me. "Why are doing that?" And I don't know. Immediately the money and the counter dissapear. I ask her watch she's doinghere, and she says "I'm just watching. Learning about you." So, in that dreamy "nothing makes sense world" we tend to live in, I offer her some tea. She says "No thank you." and I leave for some tea of my own. When I get back, she still waiting there. "Is there something I can do for you?" I ask, and she says, "No, I'm just watching." When I ask her name again, she just smiles.

So I turn to the computer, and then turn back to the bed. She's sitting there, watching me. I again ask her, what are yoi doing here? "Just watching you." And again, in that wierd sleepy dreamy quality, my brain decides to try and make cnversation with her. I tell her she looks a lot like Delenn from from Babylon 5. She looks puzzled "I don't know who that is." Then she stops for a second, and in my own mind, I imagine a picture of Delenn. She reaches behind her, and pulls up what looks like a small poster. "So THIS is Delenn. I do look a bit like her, dont' I?" The small poster is what I was thinking of at the time. Then I notice that my closet is open and has a light. I look atit, and she looks as well. I say "There's a light on in there. There wasn't one before." She looks curiously at it, and then back to me. Then I dive into left field again and have a very quick conversation about drawing cartoons, and I draw some up for her. She seems genuinely curious and listens intently. Again, I ask her name, and she just smiles.

Now, normally, I wouldn't say much abuot just having a dream like that...but, well, while you have that dream quality to things where things come at you from left and right, she remained consistent. Her clothing never changed, her appearance never morphed, her attitude never changed. Mine did several times. She was also something that I wouldn't normally dream about. When I dream, I tend to have the..."theme" running through it. If I'm dreaming of ancient times, the people look like people from ancient times. If I dream about my room, I tend to dream about modern day people. This time, though, this "princess" looking person stuck out like a sore thumb.

So. Did I just dream her? Or did someone visit me?

Comments welcome.

We gave you an atomic bomb, what do you want, mermaids?

Normally, I'd save something like this for the dream journal...but somethine WIERD happened while I was asleep.

I dreamed tha tI was in my old bedroom at the house we had before this one. I was counting money, fo rno real reason, picking silver coins out of the hundreds of copper pennies I had hen I noticed someone sitting on my bed. I turned to her, and say hello. She just smiles. She has middle-of-her-back shoulder length hair, and gold crown with a triangle portion on her forehead, and a a gold outfit with pink and purple highlights.

I turn my back to her and start counting money again, and she spaks to me. "Why are doing that?" And I don't know. Immediately the money and the counter dissapear. I ask her watch she's doinghere, and she says "I'm just watching. Learning about you." So, in that dreamy "nothing makes sense world" we tend to live in, I offer her some tea. She says "No thank you." and I leave for some tea of my own. When I get back, she still waiting there. "Is there something I can do for you?" I ask, and she says, "No, I'm just watching." When I ask her name again, she just smiles.

So I turn to the computer, and then turn back to the bed. She's sitting there, watching me. I again ask her, what are yoi doing here? "Just watching you." And again, in that wierd sleepy dreamy quality, my brain decides to try and make cnversation with her. I tell her she looks a lot like Delenn from from Babylon 5. She looks puzzled "I don't know who that is." Then she stops for a second, and in my own mind, I imagine a picture of Delenn. She reaches behind her, and pulls up what looks like a small poster. "So THIS is Delenn. I do look a bit like her, dont' I?" The small poster is what I was thinking of at the time. Then I notice that my closet is open and has a light. I look atit, and she looks as well. I say "There's a light on in there. There wasn't one before." She looks curiously at it, and then back to me. Then I dive into left field again and have a very quick conversation about drawing cartoons, and I draw some up for her. She seems genuinely curious and listens intently. Again, I ask her name, and she just smiles.

Now, normally, I wouldn't say much abuot just having a dream like that...but, well, while you have that dream quality to things where things come at you from left and right, she remained consistent. Her clothing never changed, her appearance never morphed, her attitude never changed. Mine did several times. She was also something that I wouldn't normally dream about. When I dream, I tend to have the..."theme" running through it. If I'm dreaming of ancient times, the people look like people from ancient times. If I dream about my room, I tend to dream about modern day people. This time, though, this "princess" looking person stuck out like a sore thumb.

So. Did I just dream her? Or did someone visit me?

Comments welcome.