tinhuviel: (cadmus pariah)

Oooookaaaaay, so I finally managed to drift off to sleep for about an hour, and I promptly revisIted this dream, but there was a difference in what he said.  He placed his mouth at the corner of mine, and whispered, "Do you remember when I told you not to be afraid?"

"Yes," I replied, almost silently.

"Well, I lied."

tinhuviel: (Shriekback Logo)

Inspired by listening to Without Real String or Fish, James from Canada (his preferred cognomen) felt compelled to share his thoughts about the mighty “Coelocanth."

Coelocanth: The Last Shriekback Song I Will ever Hear?

So here we are in 2015, and Shriekback have just released their 13th album, Without Real String or Fish. And a most excellent album it is, too: full of the usual Shrieky goodness - clever lyrics and wordplay, groovy basslines, catchy tunes that run the gamut of dark, light, thoughtful, funny and sombre (often at the same time!).

So it is not surprising that while one is feasting on a plate of brand new songs, that one also reflects on a band’s past releases, and how they may have influenced one’s musical tastes, preferences, or - perhaps - one’s life.

In my case, I'd like to look back at one particular song - "Coelocanth" - the atmospheric conclusion to the Oil and Gold LP back in the 80's.  I was a teenager back when Oil and Gold was released, and at the time I preferred all the hard-rockin' tunes like "Nemesis" and "Malaria."  So while I loved most of the Oil and Gold album, I always thought that "Coelocanth" was a piece of crap.  "What the hell is this?" I asked at the time.  "Did Shriekback hire Zamfir and his cheesy pan flues to play on this record?** Awful!"  As far as I was concerned at the time, Oil and Gold finished with the conclusion of "Hammerheads."  And so it went for many years... until Manhunter.

Many Shriekback fans either discovered or re-discovered the band as a result of Michael Mann’s film Manhunter, which featured the Shriek songs “Evaporation,” “This Big Hush,” and “Coelocanth.” For me, when I saw the famous tiger scene in that movie, set to the music of “Coelocanth,” I had a bit of an epiphany. All of a sudden, this song wasn’t a cheesy woodwind “extra” tacked on at the end of Oil and Gold, but something which really penetrated deep down into the soul. I promptly began to listen to “Coelocanth,” and with my ears now finally open (so to speak), I realized just how haunting and beautiful a track it really was.

Back in the late 90’s, I once had a dream about this song. I remember it quite vividly - I was lying on some ocean beach on an alien world, with a huge ringed planet rising in a dark aquamarine sky. I heard “Coelocanth” playing somewhere in the distance, although I knew that I was alone on this planet.

At the time I didn’t give the dream much thought… it was just a cool thing that happened. Well, you can imagine my surprise when several years later, while I was surfing the internet for some new desktop wallpaper for my Mac, I came across this particular image at the Digital Blasphemy website :

This image - minus the palm trees - was almost 100% verbatim what I saw in my dream.  It really chilled me to the bone to see my "vision" realized by some person whom I'd never met.  Of course, I immediately pulled out Oil and Gold and played “Coelocanth,” and found myself thoroughly captivated by the synergy of sound and image…it was absolutely hypnotic, even magical. I had already grown to appreciate that once-belittled track “Coelocanth,” but from the moment I heard it in conjunction with this image from my dream, it just became so much more.

So why is it that I say “Coelocanth” is “the last Shriekback song I will ever hear?” Well, it may not be, but - and this is where I perhaps get a little morbid and over-the-top for some readers, but bear with me - I have for many years thought that “Coelocanth” would be the perfect “last song” for me. The last song is essentially the soundtrack to one’s end: when you’re on your death-bed, and you know that you’ve only got minutes left to live, but you can pick one piece of music to accompany you as you journey out of this world and into “whatever-lies-beyond.”

For me, “Coelocanth” conjures up many feelings and imagery. The obvious one is that of prehistoric fish moving through the dark depths of an ancient ocean. But I also see strange alien landscapes (as in my dream), or even the infinite depths of outer space, filled with stars and galaxies. Combine all that imagery with the background synths and trickling water samples, and you have a concoction that just soothes the soul in a way that’s hard to explain. This is why I would be quite happy to spend my final moments with this song in my head. It really encompasses, well, just about everything, for me. Not bad for a previously-mocked, little 4 minute atmosphere track at the end of a 30-year old album.

So why all the “deep-thought” and rather mawkish gushing over this old song? Well, for me, it really demonstrates what I (and no doubt many other Shriek fans) love about Shriekback. How their music grows on you over time, and how deeply it can affect you. It’s not surprising that I’ve been a fan of the Shrieks since the 80’s: they’ve consistently delivered amazing and diverse music, and the new Without Real String or Fish album continues this tradition. Hopefully there are many more wonderful albums coming from this talented bunch in the years to come.

©James from Canada
8 March, 2015

**with apologies to any fans of Zamfir. I also heartily recommend Digital Blasphemy’s Desktop Wallpaper site. The worlds that this guy creates with 3d software really go well with the whole Shriekback vibe. “Without real worlds or matter”, I guess!

Oh No...

Oct. 9th, 2014 12:23 am
tinhuviel: (Default)

I drifted off to sleep earlier and actually dreamed, which is a rare occurrence these past few years. This dream was disturbing, though because, although it was not explicit, it was certainly erotic, and I haven't gone there in years.

The evening sky was stretching out, and I was in no shape to travel. He invited me to stay overnight, on the sofa, and I gratefully accepted. It seemed like no time had passed when I opened my eyes to complete darkness. It had to have been the middle of the night by then. I shifted to my other side, when I realised that I wasn't on the sofa alone. Once my sight had adjusted to the lack of light, I could see.

He was there, resting his chin in one hand, looking at me with no small amount of amusement shining in his eyes. He leaned toward me, and I could feel and smell his breath right against my face.

"It has been far too long," was all he said, and I started out of my nap.

Heinous Fuckery Most Foul is afoot, and I don't appreciate it one damned bit.

tinhuviel: (Homeland Security)

Around the age of 12, I began having dreams about going on adventures with a male person whose head and face were always blurred or engulfed in a kind of fog or mist. We would visit various places or dimensions, all linked to a huge ballroom that must have been a dock of some sort. Many of these dreams were lucid, my having them in the very early morning shortly before it was time to get up and get ready for school.

I always enjoyed the dreams, and would often talk about my escapades to Aunt Tudi and Granny. He never gave me his name, so I always described as The Person. I remember that he was at least 6'2" in height, had an English accent, and often wore a black vest. No, he wasn't the Doctor, but I definitely sensed a vague similarity when I started watching Doctor Who in 1983. Oh, and he often had a white cat on his shoulder.

Our relationship wasn't romantic. He was more of a teacher and a guide through the phantasmagorical landscape in which we found ourselves. I always found comfort in my times with The Person and, despite some of the frightening scenarios in which I found myself, there was never a time I did not feel completely safe with him around. A lot of my stories about Dannagran Dram (a strange kind of parallel world I began to develop in 1981) were directly influenced by my Person Dreams, such as pink snow, Darzhevo trees (or Leaftrees) that possessed a strange luminescence, and the first seeds of what would become the Tarmian myths.

The Person was my constant companion in my subconscious world from 1980 until 1991. The last dream I had of him was completely unlike any of the others, in that I could see his face, and he was without his cat companion. Why he chose to reveal himself with this face, I have no idea, but it certainly affected how I view Michael Champion in any of the movies I watch in which he plays a part. (Probably, his best-known role was Helm in the original Total Recall)

The entire feel of the dream was one of dread and, even though I knew I was dreaming, I could do nothing to alter it in my semi-lucid state. I could only watch and listen with horror.

We were on a downtown street of some city. There were young trees dotting the sidewalk on both sides. I think they were maples, but I can't say for sure. I was standing with my back against the brick wall of a crumbling building, and The Person stood with his arm around me.

He said, "Look at what has happened." I peered out and saw that, for each person walking silently down the sidewalk, a man dressed in black combat gear and wearing a helmet that concealed his face, walked closely behind, carrying a machine gun.

"It has gone wrong. Don't let them catch you. They're vivisecting presumed offenders."

Suddenly, the scene changed, and I was standing in an operation room, apparently invisible, watching this surgical team, cut my dream guardian open from stem to stern, and prod the exposed organs as The Person shrieked in pain. That was the last time he appeared to me.

Ever since 9/11, the dream has taken on new meaning for me, but recent events worldwide have certainly made thoughts of the nightmare much more relevant and disturbing.

Did I have a vision back in 1991? Was any of that really real? I have no idea. But I can't help but think "It has gone wrong" has certainly surfaced as a grim reality.

tinhuviel: (Triskele)
I just remembered I had a dream last night. A meme that named me as "cold-blooded" triggered the memory.

I don't remember much of it, or maybe what I remember is all there is to it.

Anyway, I found this snake. It was about a yard long and three inches in diameter. What was so incredible about it was every scale was a different colour. I picked the snake up and pressed my cheek to its body, and felt so at peace in the coolness I found there. It coiled in and out of my hands and arms, moved along my face, and sampled my scent with its busy tongue. I remember marvelling at its incredible scales, wondering at how it could sport such a myriad of shades and hues.

The dream was saturated in peace.

Now I'm wondering if I was visited by the Rainbow Serpent in my sleep.

A Dream

Apr. 19th, 2014 07:05 pm
tinhuviel: (Quoi?)
Years ago, I had this dream that has obviously stuck with me. Actually, it haunts me now, even though some of the details are hazy at best.

What I do remember of it, is this:

I was at some kind of party. Some people were in masks and elaborate costumes. There was music, very calming music, not party music at all. There wasn't much talking. It was almost as if the people were communing with one another more than socialising.

I remember finding myself in the kitchen of the home where the party was being held. Everything was bright white, and there was no light needed in there, because the white surfaces emanated a light all their own. At some point, I ended up on a counter top, and this person came to me, standing against the counter, his body insinuating itself between my legs. It wasn't necessarily sexual, but I remember wanting him on an almost atomic level. He didn't have a mask on, but I don't think I ever saw his face. He leaned in and whispered, "Nightmares are the ineluctable lessons of the illuminated psyche. Do not be afraid."

The next thing I remember is lying on the living room floor with a small group of people who decided to stay the night after the party. Everyone was still in masks. Then I felt an arm move around my waist. The person in the kitchen was now lying behind me, with his face against my neck. I remained still as stone until I heard his breath even out into sleep. But I couldn't sleep. I just lay there, looking at all these sleeping strangers, wondering where I was, and why I was there.
tinhuviel: (Caveman)
I never have an actual pleasant dream...or a nightmare. All of my dreams, of which I haven't had any in an extremely long time thanks to insomnia and never getting into a deep sleep, are pretty much in the Fucking Bizarre category. I spent the night with Diane last night and got to really sleep, really deeply. And I dreamt. And it was Fucking Bizarre.

I entered this obviously English house with two small rooms on the first level, with the bathroom, and steep steps up to the bedrooms. Living in the lower level was this welfare mom. I don't know any other way to describe her. I never saw her kids, but I heard them. She was dressed in grey dirty clothes, was apathetic toward the cries of her children in some unseen room nearby, and was highly aggressive toward me. I avoided her verbal abuses, which were threatening to become physical assault, by running up the stairs.

On the second level was a long hall and in each room lived a very well-off person, their rooms dripping in luxury and excess. They were all contemptuous and many of them laughed about a woman they were holding captive, whom they ritually torturing Then I was in the largest room with two of the rich people, and one of threw the other out the window. All the bourgoisie gathered and suddenly the dead person was revived. There was some kind of quiet celebration and they dispersed back to their rooms.

I remained in the large room with the inhabitant. He told me that he and his contemporaries could influence the mind of another and make them do things. He made a gesture and two people brought in Aunt Tudi. The three of them started chanting "jump jump jump," and Aunt Tudi jumped out the window. I began begging them to bring her back like they did their comrade, but they laughed and said they weren't responsible for that, it was the woman downstairs who had that power.

I ran downstairs and began imploring the welfare mom to use her powers, but she began smacking and cursing at me. Then I heard a ruckus upstairs. I ran back upstairs to see the captive woman dressed in a purple and yellow latex body suit. She had a harpoon gun and was killing all the rich people. I asked her who she was and she said, "Who I was doesn't matter anymore. Call me Enigma now." It's like she was some sort of pissed off super-heroine. I watched her harpoon three people in the abdomen, then told her we needed to get out of there NOW.

I ran down the stairs and heard her following me. I met the welfare mother again, and she came at me. She suddenly had a harpoon right through her chest. I ran faster and thought Enigma was behind me. When I got outside, I turned around and Enigma was gone. I saw a posh department store across the street and thought I saw purple and yellow flash inside the store. I ran over and into the store and was stopped by the greeter.

It was Lie to Me-era Tim Roth. 0_o

I asked him if a woman in a purple and yellow body suit had come into the store. He said, "Oh yeah, but she just left for John Milners. That store is nicer than ours and carries harpoooons."

"Oh thank you thank you!" I shouted and grabbed his cheek and kissed him (not romantically, it was a close-lipped thank you kiss).

And I ran out of the store and into the night.


No No NO

Dec. 30th, 2011 12:57 am
tinhuviel: (Frustration)
I drifted off to sleep a while ago and almost instantly went into a dream state. He was there in the dream. There's not much I remember about it, but it was passionate. This is so not good. I'm not sure I'll get anymore sleep tonight. I've got to rein in these emotions. It's bloody unhealthy and unproductive, not to mention how it would endanger a friendship. Sometimes I wish I could just cut my own head off.


Sep. 6th, 2010 12:25 pm
tinhuviel: (T and B)
I've been dreaming a lot of moving from the Armpit back to Asheville, or to England. The English dreams are much more vivid. I put most everything I own into storage and have two cases and a dufflebag to begin my new life. I've arranged to stay at a hotel in Swindon, where [livejournal.com profile] falkenna is there to share the room and teach me the English way of life. Neither Aunt Tudi nor the animals are in this dream. It's like I'm a free bird, who's flown home. I check the papers for rooms or cottages available in Avebury and yammer with [livejournal.com profile] falkenna that I need to cross paths with Stuart Rowe and Barry Andrews before leaving Swindon. It's all so very real and surreal at the same time. This is an instant where a dream truly is nothing but just that ~ a dream.
tinhuviel: (Syd Barrett)
I had one godawful dream about doing the Tango with someone in my living room whilst Aunt Tudi played a game in the dining room, with whom I'm not sure.

On today's agenda, I'm going to shave Chester and clip all the dogs' nails. They're tapping around the house like Freddie Kruger, so it's past time to rid them of the extra nailage. By the time I wrestle with them, I'll be knackered, so I'm planning on doing it mid-day and collapsing afterward, maybe watching Avatar for the umpteenth time.
tinhuviel: (Llama!)
I dreamt that I found a 200 thousand acre plot of land with a house already on it. It was fenced for the eventuality of horses and contained a pond and access to a small river. It also had an old horse barn. The amount for the house and land was $10,000. Just ten grand. The only problems were that the land was in Easley, South Carolina and my credit really couldn't be any worse now, thanks to the health problems.

In the dream, though, I was conjuring up images of horses and llamas trotting about in happiness and the house's yard wonderfully groomed, graced with roses and contorted filberts. I'm not really sure why I'd dream something like that, but I'll be mentioning it to Rosa on Tuesday. I was beginning to think I would have zero dreams to bring to the table this time around, which distressed me 'cos that keeps her busy and out of my hair about other things. This dream may keep her busy for a little while, I hope.

"World on Fire" by Sarah McLachlan is on the iPod. That song makes me sad for some reason. It makes me wish we could all get along and I know that's impossible.
tinhuviel: (Inconceivable)
I had a dream that lightning struck the contorted filbert tree, leaving a huge gap in the plant to where the front porch could be seen. As it stands right now, the tree conceals almost the entirety of the front of the house. It's grown to about three times the size it was supposed to. I love it, but Aunt Tudi isn't as enthusiastic. In the dream, she was sad to see what had happened, but glad the porch could finally be seen. I was heartened that a few branches made it, knowing that the tree survived the lightning strike.

I'm writing down all the dreams I remember for my sessions with Rosa. So far, this is the first dream I've remembered. Dandy, eh?


Apr. 3rd, 2009 12:42 pm
tinhuviel: (Default)
I dreamt that Aunt Tudi and I were running a thrift store and we found a mouse running about in the shop. I cornered it and asked Aunt Tudi to get me a box. She started fumbling about, trying to find the right size box and I got really irritated with her, saying that it didn't matter what size box, just a box to put the mouse in so I wouldn't get bitten. Aunt Tudi still wouldn't get a box, so I picked the mouse up by the tail and it just sort of hung there, all relaxed and unconcerned. I told Aunt Tudi to forget the box, I'd just take the mouse outside by hand.

That was all I dreamt, or at least all I remember.
tinhuviel: (Awesome Danny)
During my brief moment of sleep last night ~ O how I do adore insomnia ~ I had a dream that I was in this large room full of various people, none of whom I knew. It must have been some sort of party. About halfway across the room, I spied this really handsome dude sitting in an easy chair talking to a couple of people and drinking some wine. Fascinated, I moved closer to him to get a better look. It then hit me who he looked like. I approached the man and said to him, "You know, you look an awful lot like Danny Huston. Do you know who I'm talking about?"

He replied, "Uh, yeah. I am Danny Huston."

That's all I remember about the dream, probably because I passed flat out from shock in it. What's so pathetic is this is exactly like something I'd do in real life. I'd be that much of a dweeb. I know, because I've pretty much acted like a moron around celebrities in the past. It's a hobby.

Right now, I'm watching Law & Order. This is something Aunt Tudi and I do almost every evening. I believe that [livejournal.com profile] wbahner and I have discussed this in the past, but it bears repeating because the L&O franchise is so damned nifty, but I think that there should be a Law & Order channel. The shows have been on for so long that fans would have an endless surplus of episodes that we could enjoy 24 hours a day. If there can be a Golf Channel, there should be a L&O Channel. It would be the perfect escape for those of us who care not to spend our evenings being bombarded with reality dreck.

Other channels that should be:

The Occult Channel (all things occult, all the time!)
The Writers' Channel (programming about writers, for writers, and the craft of writing. The first interviews could be of [livejournal.com profile] booraven22 and [livejournal.com profile] morriganwind.)
The Cat Channel (an extension of Animal Planet, but dedicated solely to all of the Feline persuasion.)
The Reality Channel (all reality TV could be herded to this one place so the rest of us can be free of this scourge on pop culture.)

Any more suggestions? Anyone? Bueller?
tinhuviel: (Gothtin)
I can see now that this dream will be haunting me all day long. It seems I can think of little else. What bothers me is that I can't remember very much of the dream, except for the feelings involved and a few certain NC-17 scenes that should never have come into existence, even on the dreamscape.

It's days like this that make me feel plagued, like the Egyptians during the days of Exodus. Enough already, eh? Let me dwell amongst my pyramids in peace.
tinhuviel: (Crone)
I'm not getting into it. I'm noting it here so that I can remember. Sorry for the cryptic post.

The kisses, the closeness, the "us against them" mentality, the inability to know where I was...or when I was, the knowing smiles, the hatred and competitiveness of others, the rubbing it in, the intimacy (different from the closeness, which has more to do with vicinity), the realness of the dream, the trapped feeling.


It's happened twice before. Maybe three times is the charm. Each time, I feel like I'm being taken hostage, and I like it.
tinhuviel: (Nathor)
I dreamt that I was a young girl in a soap opera and that my horse, which had been overseas for six months, was finally coming home to me. He was a pony the last time I'd seen him, very small and frail, so I was astounded when he was loaded onto the warehouse floor, a grown stallion. His name was Shadow and he was totally black except for a long white splotch on his nose that stretched from right between his eyes to right above his nostrils. He was as happy to see me as I was to see him. I was crying and hugging him while Shadow nuzzled me and pushed me gently with his shoulders.

I mentioned to the men who'd taken care of Shadow during his journey home that I was so happy to see my horse and was amazed that he'd prospered, especially since his mother had died at such an early time in his development. One of the men said that it was unusual for ponies to fail when they were loved so much, even from afar. This made me very happy and I wrapped my arms around Shadow's neck and told him how loved he was.

We then raced down through the warehouse to Shadow's transport home. I was outrunning the horse, feeling the wind in my hair and experiencing more freedom at the moment than I ever had before. I could hear Shadow running right behind me, his hooves creating a primal rhythm that beat with my heart. I opened the gate and Shadow walked right into his trailer, which was cushioned thickly with new hay. I took his face in my hands and kissed him right on the nose, welcoming him home.
tinhuviel: (Owl Stare)
I dreamt last night, for the first time since 15 May. I'm making note of it now so I can write about it later, as I don't have time to process right now. This is a Very Important Dream, although I don't know how or why.


Apr. 1st, 2006 07:09 am
tinhuviel: (Inconceivable)
I dreamt of an Elf who was trying to procure a 12" record from an old country sherriff. The record had on it a variation of a very ancient Elfin him, which was precious to the Elf and all his kind.

The elf appeared to be a mix of Julian Sands, Peter Murphy, and the most striking features of the Tarmi (uncommon height and evident hollow bones, combined with enlongated Egyptian profiles). Every time the Elf would try to use some sort of Sith Mind Whammy to "encourage" the Sherriff the he needed to hand over te record, all the Sherriff would say was, "Hot damn, boy, you got you a pair of hootdang eyes!"

I've no clue as to what this means.
tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
Thanks to my Moon, I've been in bed for the majority of the day eating Imitrex like Pez and using Riley's butt for a pillow. I rescheduled with Llew for tomorrow when we might actually get some flying in and have logged onto the Internet now to send the doc Aunt Tudi's blood glucose levels and hunt for sexual predators in Duncan. No, I'm not looking for a date. It's for Aunt Tudi 'cos she's paranoid n'shit.

I had a nightmare this morning.
I dreamt that I went to Wal-Mart for some supplies as Aunt Tudi was in the hospital. I picked her up several DVDs whilst there, then went out to my car, which was Johnna's car that I had recently purchased from her. Before I started the car, this dude got in the passenger's side and started sprinkling lighter fluid all over the car seat. I told him to stop it and began wrestling with him, trying to get him out of the car. His first attempt at igniting the fluid with a match didn't work, but it worked the second time and I jumped out of the car cursing at the man. He just smiled and continued his silence until I pulled out my camera. "I'm taking a picture of you, asshole, so the cops will know who to look for!" His smile faltered and he told me to hand over the camera. I told him no and he started chasing me as I ran back into Wal-Mart, snapping pictures behind me. I was begging for help and some associates took me to a security room. Shortly, two detectives came in to question me about the incident. I told how into Law & Order I was and asked to which cop on the shows did they relate. One said Brisco, the other said Goren. I showed the pictures and they asked me to email them to the police station and gave me the email address. They told me that my car wasn't the only one that had been torched, that the dude had burned several cars in a line in the parking lot. Freaky. Later, I was in a security room at the mall of all places, talking to two fellas about something that seemed quite unrelated. When I opened the door to the outside, there the firebug was. The dudes grabbed hold of him and held him while I called the detectives to come pick him up. And I took more pictures of him just to rub it in that he'd been caught.

Sci-Fi is showing disaster flicks today. It seems like all they ever show on Saturdays are disaster flicks or giant bug/mutant animal flicks. I want an Outer Space Saturday or a High Fantasy Friday. The killer beasts and sundering earth motif has gotta freakin' go.

In a break from regular Friday tradition, I'm posting some quizzes. I have a right since my head hurts.

A coupla quizzes. )

In other news, Kevin James has got to be one of the sexiest men on Earth. That is all.


Jan. 7th, 2006 03:21 pm
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
Last night I dreamt I received a letter from Barry informing me that he and Marilyn had travelled to Luxembourg for holiday and, whilst there, they got married. Now, let's wait and see if this is a prophetic dream.....

Probably I dreamt this because he did write yesterday, asking me to remove the Dalek Nativity scene from the site now that the horribledays are over. I'm off to do that now.


Dec. 16th, 2005 05:55 pm
tinhuviel: (Humanity)
1:00 PM: Trapped Like Weasels
A huge limb has broken off a tree that's beside our driveway and is blocking our passage out to the world. I tried to move it, but it's actually part of the trunk of a small tree and is still about halfway attached. Since the tree is green, there's no way I can pull it free.

Uncle Michael and Janice enjoyed a happy little power surge when our lights came back on yesterday, so they still have no power and are unable to hook up the chainsaw in order get rid of the branchage. We can't hook it up down at our house because our house is too far away from the area in question. Yeah, our driveway is long. What's so bad is Aunt Tudi is getting worse from the Garmonbozia and needs to get to the doctor before she sets up pneumonia, as she is wont to do whenever I give her various versions of Captain Trips.

I can only imagine what the Feudal Mistress would have to say to me if I'd had to call her and tell her that I couldn't get to The Pit today because I was trapped by fallen tree limbs. Of course, I have pictures to prove my point, even using Aunt Tudi to give the idea of the immensity of the problem.

tudi in the bush )

I could send those to her to show her how very trapped I was, but she still wouldn't believe me. What a bitch. It's days like this that make me thankful that I'm a member of that growing throng called The Unemployed. Sad, eh?

2:30 PM: Waiting
We're waiting to hear back from Dr. Adams-Hudson's nurse to see if Aunt Tudi should come in or if the doc is just gonna call her in some medical TNT to blow this shite outta her lungs. So I can't get online. I really must change ISPs, especially before I start school.

Right now, Aunt Tudi is lying on the couch asleep. She's really unwell. When she coughs, she turns blood red and can't catch her breath. If the doc doesn't call back soon, I'm gonna suggest she goes on to Urgent Care.

My Moon has come, so I'm all cramped up and miserable, and the Garmonbozia seems worse today than it did yesterday. Please kill me.

Llew called earlier. He went into work this morning to find the power still off and Gretchen in a tizzy because of all the work that needs to be done. American Image Makers is a media-based company. No power means they're shut right down. He's back home now deciding on whether he wants to go fly his new gigantic Zagi or just chill out and take a nap.

4:00 PM: Remembering
I remembered a dream I had last night. I dreamt I fell in love with an Arab man, married him, and moved to a very cold climate. And I was dressed in an ebony robe and veil that had lovely beads draped all over it. Yeah, it was a little bizarre, but filled with deep passion.

The nurse just called back and informed us that Dr. Adams-Hudson isn't in the office and she needs to go to Urgent Care if she gets any worse. Crapola. Aunt Tudi is now on the phone with Dr. Boscia, her lung doctor, in hopes he can call her something in. Now, she's rattling when she breathes. Not good.

5:00 PM: More Waiting
We're now waiting on Dr. Boscia to call back and tell us whether or not he'll be able to call some drugs in for Aunt Tudi. If not, I'm gonna have to take her to Urgent Care, but I won't be able to go in with her. I look like a train wreck and my immunity is down, thanks to my Moon. If I go into a place like Urgent Care, I will end up catching something worse than Garmonbozia and passing it on to Aunt Tudi. It would be the death of us both, yea and verily.

5:15 PM: Victory!
Dr. Boscia is calling in an antibiotic for Aunt Tudi, so yay! We'll be going in about an hour to pick it up. This is a great relief.
tinhuviel: (Crone)
I dreamt that Snoop Dogg and I were trying to get busy in the backseat of a car, but we were constantly interrupted by Yuppies. We finally gave up for a while, going into this large office building where I encountered a parrot that farted fire. I then got a bag of Reeses Pieces and told Snoop Dogg that I'd meet him back at the car in an hour.

tinhuviel: (Locke)
I don't understand how people can maintain more than one journal. Maybe it's my latent one-track-mind attitude, although I am a multi-tasker from way back. One does not survive The Pit for many years without multi-tasking in the extreme.

I don't have any other journals. I have a MySpace account so I can comment on the journal of a friend who just won't come to LJ, but my spot there directs folks here. I maintain some communities, but I'm a sorry maintainer and communities are much different, IMHO, than an actual journal, so they don't really count. Hell, I don't even have that many filters. My journal is a WYSIWYG journal, I s'pose you can say.

Oh, how I admire those who keep a journal for every aspect of their lives! But I don't see how you do it.

In other news, I had a LOST dream last night. It's my second LOST dream. Although I don't remember much, I can say that it involved interactions with aliens in a gigantic cavern/theatre far beneath the Dharma bunker. I remember crying in Locke's arms and eyeballing Sayid with great desire. And that's all. There's much more, but I can't pull it out of memory. How frustrating.

Coma Head

Oct. 14th, 2005 06:22 pm
tinhuviel: (Just Weird)
I went to bed at 11 last night and got up at 2:30 this afternoon. 2 fucking 30. During that time, I had bizarro dreams about being on the Voltron team and running a prison out of a warehouse, during which I hosed down the dangerous inmates' cells with red paint. There were many more dreams, dreams so intense and freaky that I could not wake up. Now I feel all weird and my eyes honestly look like this ~~ o.0 ~~ at least in my mind they do.

In a short while, I'm taking the family out for dinner. The Father Unit tends to act out at restaurants and behave like an ugly American, even though he's in America now. I am fully prepared to tell him to shut his pie-hole or pay for his own meal and walk home. He will swiftly tone it down and we can all enjoy a nice meal. It appears we're doing Mexican, although that can change instantly. Who knows?

Tomorrow we go home.

Home home home home home.

I'm such a hermit.

PS BB Burdie isn't a Budgie. He's a Parakeet. My bad.


Oct. 12th, 2005 01:39 pm
tinhuviel: (Inconceivable)
I'm in a weird space today. My head seems to be floating on a string about 2 feet away from my body. That's how it feels, anyway.

Aunt Tudi and I got up at 4:30 this morning and I had the brilliant idea that she should call Hampton Inn to make sure that old lady still worked there. I didn't think of this before, but sleep desperation (not deprivation, 'cos I'm getting lots of sleep) caused me to have that moment of clarity. So she called the hotel and, lo and behold! That old lady hasn't worked there in years.

So we went back to bed.

And I slept until 3 o'clock. THREE PM.

During that time, I dreamt that I was moving into a large house with my new family. It was almost like the Brady Bunch: half the kids belonged to him, half to her. I ended up sharing a room with [livejournal.com profile] piperdawn, but we wanted a different room that didn't get the afternoon sun because we were both so hot-natured. So we traded with two of the boys who had a pet Alpaca. The Alpaca wouldn't use the litter box, but was paper trained instead. While I was listening to the father bitch about the Alpaca and all the other animals in the house, we got word that one of the boys had had a sled accident. The sled had been designed by [livejournal.com profile] piperdawn, who had made the front too short for steering. I was explaining this to a social worker, using kleenex boxes as a model, and [livejournal.com profile] piperdawn curled up on the foot of her bed and pouted, feeling responsible. I told her not to worry about it, that we hadn't started our sled business yet. Then the Alpaca walked through our room. And that was the end of the dream. Oh, I should mentioned that [livejournal.com profile] piperdawn had a short little bob of a hair-do with curls that ended on her cheek bones. What this means, I don't know. But I dreamed it, so there you go.

I had some leftover spaghetti for breakfast/lunch/dinner and am hellbent on remaining nauseated and surly until LOST comes on tonight. After that, I'm going back to sleep with the full intention of getting up at a decent hour so Aunt Tudi and I can run off to the beach for a long, long while.

Amen and Hallelujah.

The time on this is screwy. I wrote it at 4:30, but the time says 1:39. I wasn't even AWAKE at 1:39. Screwy.
tinhuviel: (Riley)
I had this dream very early this morning that I was in a relationship with Bruce Campbell. We were at this restaurant just yucking it up in front of Aunt Tudi, who was appropriately mortified. But we were having so much fun and laughing so hard. Bruce kept kissing me on the cheek and telling me how cool I was. It was truly surreal.

While sitting at the vet's office yesterday afternoon, waiting to get Smidgen and Shmoop their shots, something occurred to me: I will soon have the world at my feet. I can do whatever I wish to do. And I wish to help animals. So why the fuck am I thinking of getting into Respiratory Therapy? I hate people and I love animals. Encouraging old assholes to hork loogies in my presence is really not my idea of a good time. Helping in the healing of an animal, any animal, is. So....I'm thinking of going into Veterinary Assistance instead of Respiratory Therapy. It's not like I need that much money since I'm going to be getting out of debt very soon. And, once I've gotten my certificate and am working at a vet's assistant, I can continue my education to become a honest-to-goddess veterinarian. I don't have to stop going to to school after two years. I don't have to do anything I don't want to do.

And I know that Dr. Patch would help me in any way he could. He's already taught me so much over the years. I could tell he was a bit disappointed when I told him I was going into respiratory therapy a few weeks back so I think he was kinda hoping I'd take the animal path. The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. And I think he will too.

The Leaving

Aug. 7th, 2005 12:43 pm
tinhuviel: (Humanity)
We'll be leaving Moncks Corner between 4 and 5 today. I'm satisfied that the Father Unit is doing okay.

Had nightmares last night. The head, she hurts.


Aug. 5th, 2005 09:04 am
tinhuviel: (PSA)
First off, WORK. These people are driving me fucking batshit. Yes, it's true! The 311 mailings are still loitering on around my cube. I have a publicity list that seems to go with nothing else. I have a press kit that apparently is still missing the photo and order. I now have an order for a mailing that doesn't match up with anything else I have. And I have the Winits order finally, but the authorisation code isn't valid, so I have to wait for a new code or new order before I can proceed. All this is supposed to go out today. Ain't.....gonna....happen.

Also, I have an order for Classics that this dude called about last night, wanting it to go overnight. Excuse me, but we are all gone by 5 PM and this order came in at 5:44 last night. Now, I'm waiting to hear back from him to see if he still wants this overnighted or if I should disregard.

I hate having shit on my desk with which I can do nothing. It makes me paranoid that I'm missing something, so I'm constantly shuffling through papers and getting all antsy. Three more weeks of this crapola.....three.....more.....weeks........three.....more..........weeksssssssssss.........................................

I had a very alarming dream last night that shall haunt me to the end of my days. It involved someone who shall remain nameless who proceeded to seduce me during my visit, then engaged in terrifying me during "the deed." I also asked him about his girlfriend and, at first he said "who?" then said, "well, we just won't tell her, now will we?" Then he grinned maliciously and molested me vigourously. Never have I had such thoughts much less dreamed about him in such a way. Never do I want to again. It was too....too...::shudder::

The weird thing about the dream though is that his home was a floating home. It was like a big rickety longship in the sky. Very rustic and sci-fi all at the same time.

Lately, I've gotten in the habit of calling Shmoop "Cat Meat." It's her new nickname and she's beginning to answer to it. Why I have started calling her Cat Meat is beyond me. Somehow, it seems to fit though.

Lastly, I'm pissed with Aunt Tudi. Having decided to go comfy to work today, I donned my black jeans and headed out for The Pit. On my way out, Aunt Tudi commented wondering where the small family that should move into my pants was. Yeah, I know my pants are loose. Yeah, I know I have no ass. Thank you very much Aunt Tudi. It reminded me of Joanie, constantly saying, "Tracy, you have no butt!" Being Laotian, she sounded just like that lady on "King of the Hill" when she says "Peggy Hill got big feet!" I told her that one day, too. She just laughed.

Thank the Mighties it's Friday. Even though it's gonna be a busy weekend, at least it won't be here in The Pit.
tinhuviel: (Eddie)
I'm still reeling from that dream I had. Every time I close my eyes, it's right there. The more I think on it, the more I feel this was a Person Dream*, but this is the first one with any sexual connotation. Why he'd come back as Eddie Izzard and behave in such a manner simply astounds me.

In other news, I couldn't help but snort like Ernestine the Telephone Operator, when I read this story. Serves their cheating, rat-bastard arses right. Evil music business machine......

*I'll attempt to explain the Person Dreams in a future post.
tinhuviel: (Alpaca Lips)
Iggy is playing in the kitchen. I've given her free reign of the house all morning and she's developed dramatically. I still don't think she'd make a good house cat as she's too high strung, but she has the potential to be one of the front porch gang (Blueberry, Foley, Jacob), who sometimes come indoors to say "hi." I am well-pleased. This way I will still be able to monitor he special health needs and she'll still be happy.

I'm using my Alpaca Lips icon because of the dream I had last night.
The End )
This isn't the first time I've had dreams like this. In my circle of friends, I'm famous for having dreams similar to Sarah Connor's in the Terminator movies. They're very real, very detailed and, I believe, quite prophetic. They just have the feel of prophecy. Part of me hopes I'm just a nutcase and part of me can't wait for something like this to happen. I am a freak.

One more thing: [livejournal.com profile] delenn99 tagged me to do this meme. And so I go forth.

Name five fictional characters you would have sex with, then tag five friends.

sexiness here )
Now for some tagging of my own.

For this meme, I do tag the following victims:
[livejournal.com profile] woodnheart
[livejournal.com profile] kajiracad
[livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70
[livejournal.com profile] falkenna
[livejournal.com profile] anomali


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