xtremeroswellia: (Text: Zombies in area! RUN!)

So when I woke up this morning, I was dreaming that I was at the dentist's office having a wisdom tooth pulled.

And this is the best part, you guys.

It was in the middle of the zombie apocalypse.

Cause I know that when that happens, the first thing I'll be worrying about is having a tooth pulled.

And also, in the dream I was a lot more freaked about having said tooth pulled than the zombies.
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My dream started off with Bosco (my deceased guinea pig). I had somehow found a way to bring him back to life. But it only lasted for like an hour. But I'd captured it on video tape and had taken it in to show my coworkers Nabila and Vivian.

As I was contemplating how to bring him back permanently, I sat down to watch a new episode of Third Watch (which was cancelled ages ago, so weird...) and it was a normal start to an episode and all of a sudden Kim turned around and there was this huge wave of water crashing into the city and the Statue of Liberty was floating down the street.

At which point there was an interruption from the news saying that New York had been wiped out entirely by a flood and that the flood was spreading from there all across the country.

So everyone was packing their stuff and hopping into cars and driving as far West as they could. I was trying to figure out how to get all the stuff I would need into a small car with my parents. I packed up all kinds of stuff for my piggies, every CD I owned, and a few clothes. *scratches head* I drove to Lea's house as she was packing her stuff and hugged her and told her goodbye and I loved her and I hoped she'd make it to safety because she was heading somewhere different from me. I knew I was never going to see her again.

So then somehow I was to safety and was watching the news coverage and such of everyone else trying to make it to safety and it flashed on a couple people who'd gone to Alaska and they were walking across all the ice and snow and the ice got very thin and they were afraid they were going to fall through so they laid down on their stomachs and the girl was peering down through the ice and a huge polar bear swam right toward her and crashed through the ice. O.o And then it said, "To find out what happened, go see the movie."


I have the weirdest dreams ever.
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Last night I dreamt I was fostering several small animals, including a hamster. I dreamt the hamster had several babies and they were tiny little things. I remember trying to find a decent sized cage for them and then there was a flood and I was just trying to keep them from all drowning!

And then the male hamster turned into Hawkins from Jericho and he was helping me hang up fandom posters. O.o And my friend Tim and my parents were trying to tell him what a big X-Files fan I was.

*scratches head*
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For the past couple years, since I started working at Dove, Inc., in fact, I haven't been writing from the heart.

Allow me to explain.

A few weeks ago I ordered a CD set that was a discussion on writing between Julia Cameron and Natalie Goldberg. One of the things they talked about was that so many writers anymore solely rely on the computer to do their writing. However, they both handwrote everything before typing it up.

This struck me as interesting because that's how I used to write *everything.* I would sit at my old job (as a secretary) and write stories by hand for hours on end. I never seemed to hit writer's block, and it felt like honest writing.

The last two and a half years, I've relied solely on the computer to write stories. Other than when I'm co-authoring with someone, I feel very disconnected from the words. Like everything I've written has somehow been dishonest and fake. It's not been a good feeling.

Yesterday I went to Panera Bread and camped out at a table for three hours with a notebook and pen. I wrote a brief tribute piece about my grandmother, and a fanfic--that was slightly over ten pages handwritten. I don't think my pen paused writing either until I knew they were finished. And I feel good about what I'd written. I connected with the writing in a way I hadn't in a very long time and that was an incredible feeling.

The words flowed more easily, and both the tribute and the fanfic were laced with emotion and passion that I'd thought I'd lost for writing as a craft.

So I guess what I'm saying is...much as I love the computer...there is something magical about a pen and notebook. Yeah, it's twice the work because you have to handwrite it and then type it up...but it is worth the effort. I think I slept better last night than I have in quite awhile. It was more peaceful.

Except that dream about the deer. And that my friends, is a whole other story. O_O
xtremeroswellia: (Jewel: I Will Survive)
Well, our power is back. But not well. We're having major power surges that we think may have zapped our deep freeze and possibly our washing machine. The lights will go all bright and then very very dim, and then very bright and so on and so forth. Supposedly we're on the Ameren "priority" list but I'm not holding my breath that it'll be back to normal soon. Hopefully I'm wrong. Alas, I cannot get on the computer from home until that is sorted out cause I can't afford a new one if it would zap it. And I would be a very sad Angie.

So in the past week I've done a LOT of painting and listening to music and listening to my inner voice. I feel somewhat calmer than I did in recent past. I guess in a way getting away from all the modern technology was healthy for me. I also picked up the Artist's Way by Julia Cameron once more. I forgot how amazing and eye opening that book was. I think I'm going to start re-working through it.

Supposedly the winners of the local writing contest I entered a few months ago were announced yesterday. I wasn't there, but no one called me or anything so I'm assuming I didn't win anything. Not that I'm suprised, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit disappointed. Oh well. There's always next year, right?

Last night I dreamt about my friend Sarah...I dreamt she was visiting and when I woke up I missed her SO much. *sighs* Just one of those things I guess.



Our power had to be shut off because we almost had a house fire this morning. So now we're waiting on an electrician AND the power company to fix all these problems AND my mom refuses to turn on the heat at all because she doesn't want the house to burn down. I may be going somewhere else tonight to stay, I don't know. I'll keep you guys updated.


Oct. 22nd, 2006 04:20 pm
xtremeroswellia: (Dean: don't try to breathe)
Last night I dreamt a lot. I dreamt my cousin and I were going to take a roadtrip to Tennessee. But I was locked in the basement at work and couldn't get out. I tried escaping through the window and one of my co-workers caught me and told me I still had to make Jello dessert. 0_0 FYI--there is no basement at work. *scratches head* I also dreamt one of my old co-workers came back to retake over her position of secretary...and she had a white rat on her shoulder. Which I immediately bonded with being the rodent lover that I am.

And I dreamt I was following my aunt and my grandma around some neighborhood, up and down stairs and in and out of people's houses we didn't know and I was SO tired and I fell behind and lost them. And when I woke up I really missed my grandma.


Aug. 10th, 2006 03:08 pm
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So I've been dreaming about my grandma a lot lately--which isn't a surprise or a change, really. I've been dreaming about her a lot since about April. But last night I dreamt my parents, Grandma and I were on vacation somewhere in Northern Illinois. We stopped at some indoor/outdoor fast food place to eat. My grandma sat at a different table from us, and she was walking with a cane. She kept getting up to look out the window, and when she did she wasn't using her cane. Dad and I were both afraid she was going to fall, but she didn't.

I went up to order my food from the guy at the counter, only to discover I knew him. It was Jesse Hadley, this kid I went to school with from fifth grade on--we were good friends until he moved and we lost touch. I was really happy to see him and was writing down all my contact info to give to him when my alarm clock went off and woke me up.

xtremeroswellia: (Chloe: Um what?)
My Jensen dream from the night before last did not continue last night. *sigh* Maybe tonight. Or maybe I'll have to wait a week like when you have to wait for a new episode of your favorite show? Who knows?

Last night in terms of sleep was rather sucky actually. I don't remember dreaming until after the Incident at 3:45 this morning. Said incident involved me walking to the bathroom (okay walking is probably overreaching--more like stumbling), spotting a bug of unknown origin on the floor and shrieking loudly when it started jumping TOWARD me. My first panicked thought was "OMG Cricket!" Followed quickly by: "RUN!" I wound up jumping up into a laundry basket behind me, breaking it when my foot went right through the bottom and then racing to turn on the light, at which point said bug was gone. It took me over an hour to get back to sleep and only then by convincing myself it was just a wolf spider and not a cricket.

So I managed to finally fall back asleep just before 5 a.m. and then I begin dreaming that my best friend Lea is having a birthday party in which me and a whole lot of others are at, including her stepfather. Well said stepfather said something that made Lea cry so I started cussing him out and then tackled him and beat the crap out of him. 0_o Nooo idea where the hell THAT came from, but whatever. So then the dream shifted and my friend Tim was there and he for some reason thought he was Rylee's father. *scratches head* I swear to God I don't know where I come up with this crap.

Thoughts on Lisa, Bright and Dark, the book )


Aug. 2nd, 2006 08:31 am
xtremeroswellia: (Dean: Smile)
I had the most awesome dream EVER last night.

Oh Winchester boys, what you do to my mind! )
xtremeroswellia: (Me: Fandom's Bitch)
So last night I dreamt I was hiding from the law. I have no idea what I did, but it must have been something really bad because it made me die my hair Sydney Bristow red and pack bags with the intent of fleeing Illinois. My dad was behind me fleeing, my mom wanted me to turn myself in and kept trying to talk me out of running. But I was all "Yeah I don't think so." So I was packing clothes and stuff, and of course, all my Smallville DVDs. (You know you're really obsessed with a show if you're on the run from the law and stop long enough to pack up your show's DVDs!). But the cops showed up at my house as I was packing and my mom let them in. I was arrested and placed in the backseat of a squad car without the metal gate between the front and back (weiiiird).

I was contemplating pulling a Faith (from Buffy) and attempting to crash the car when the two guys got out and lead me into some building that was all dark and had lots of hallways and elevators. There were other people there too, whom in the dream I knew but I have no idea who they were now that I'm awake. And when we looked outside, we saw a huge pack of vampires surrounding the building and coming in through the elevators. 0_o So then all of us went to another part of the building where the vampires couldn't enter for whatever reason and I started having a conversation with a woman about writing for a magazine. Wtf?

So yeah, bizarre dreams. *shakes head*

And is it just me, or is anyone else absolutely dreading tonight's Alias? I'm not ready for this show to be over. I'm really not. I didn't realize how much I was dreading it until last week and now I'm just...I don't know. I feel really sad that it's over after tonight. *sigh*
xtremeroswellia: (Judith: First Time I Ever Really Wanted)
That I was a spy for the CIA and was good friends with Sydney Bristow.

Now let me admit something here...I've never, to my recollection, ever dreamt about Alias before. Dreams are what generally eggs me into becoming a part of a fandom. I find it odd and a bit depressing that now I dream about it as there are only what...three more episodes left? I'm not about to hop into a fandom where the show's ending. That's just not healthy for me.

I'm actually pretty happy in the Smallville fandom...you never really know when you get into a show and start writing fic how you'll be received by the other fans, but everyone's been so nice and welcoming and I feel right at home here.

That being said, there are days where I intensely miss previous fandoms I've been in: Roswell, Angel, Third Watch...and most of all right now...Joan of Arcadia.

I know it's because of the approaching date, but yesterday I sat in front of my computer and just stared blankly at the screen for hours as writer's block seized me in my current SV fic...because all I could think about was how much I miss Joan and Grace and Judith and Luke and Adam and...well, you get the idea. *sigh*

In some tiny and stupid self-centric way I feel like it's my fault that the show didn't get revived because if I had just done more with the campaign, then maybe another network would've picked it up. I know rationally that's retarded because I SO don't have that much control over the universe, but there's still that lingering feeling that I just can't get rid of.

If Smallville, God forbid, gets canceled, I'm done. No more fandom anything for me. My little fandom heart can't take it anymore.

Weird day

Sep. 22nd, 2004 06:44 pm
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I took a three hour nap today and in that time I dreamt that my guinea pig Bosco grew to be as big as a tiger, cornered me in the hallway, and tried to bite my hand off.

I also dreamt that I was doing some kind of undercover operation at some guy's house. His walls and floors we're all white and sparkly clean and the floors looked like bubble wrap. He had indoor pools, reading rooms, video game rooms, a slide that went into a white water rapid pool, and all kinds of weird stuff. I had to go to the bathroom, but couldn't find one in his house. *shakes head*

And in the same dream, I dreamt that my friend Sarah who lives in New Mexico, came back to Illinois, and I hugged her and she told me she was just stopping by as she walked to the next state over. WTF?

No more chicken fettuccinni alfredo for me before I take a nap!
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But I have a really strong feeling that something bad is going to happen soon. There's this sense of subtle dread permeating my conscious mind, as well as my unconscious mind. I've had nightmares nearly every night for the past two weeks.
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So I dreamt I wandered into some science lab where they were experimenting on animals. There was a mutant spider that was the size of the whole room hanging from the ceiling. They were going to feed this cute little baby guinea pig named Don Taye to the spider, so I grabbed Don Taye and took off with him. Then I fed him parsley while we dined in some cafe.
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I have SO much stuff to do it's not funny.


1. 2 more articles to write by tomorrow afternoon since tomorrow's deadline.

2. Copy edit every other article in the paper.


1. Write paper on Frankenstein

2. Write another poem by Friday

3. Read sociology chapter 4

1. organize an informational meeting

2. Set up a time to train our soon to be vice-president, as well as the other members.

3. Finish stuffing and addressing celebrity letter envelopes for raffle drawing.

4. Write up rational for requesting office space at Richland

5. Call more places, get more prizes for raffle, and then pick up donations

6. Organize Take Back the Night, Raffle drawing, clothesline project for April

7. Organize March event for women's history month

8. Print up flyers for said events

Other stuff:

1. Buy Sarah McLachlan ticket for St. Louis concert

2. Paint wall in bedroom

3. Stop having weird dreams Weird dream from last night )
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I did NOT want to get up this morning. Someone explain to me how when I get only 4 or 5 hours of sleep, I have more energy than when I get 8 or 9 hours of sleep.

The awful dream I had last night. )

I love Alias. I don't even remember these early episodes like, at all. It's like watching them for the first time. I'm trying to only watch one eppie a day, and I watched the second episode of first season, "So It Begins" today...it ended in a cliffhanger...and I can't remember how she gets out of the trouble she's in at the end of it. So I can't wait til tomorrow when I can watch the third eppie and find out. *sighs*
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So last night I dreamt that I was watching the second eppie of TW this season and started freaking out because I'd forgotten to set my VCR to record it. I started throwing things around the room, seriously pissed off and I woke up mad about it. Then I realized it had only been a dream. lol

Anyone else ever done that?
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For the past two weeks, I've been dreaming about my best friend from junior high, Lindsey. I haven't seen her since our high school graduation, and I haven't talked to her through email for at least...four years.

I woke up from yet another dream about her this morning. I dreamt we were still best friends, and that we were wandering around some building, trying to figure out how to get to the main stage because we were supposed to be giving a speech or something at some show.

So I got up out of bed, wondering why on earth I dreamt about Lindsey -again- and headed to get something to eat for breakfast. My mother was on the telephone, talking to someone (later I found out it was my sister) and I heard her mention Lindsey's last name. Naturally, I was a little freaked by this since I was just dreaming about her. So I listened, but couldn't figure out why she was talking about her. So I walked into the living room and asked why she was talking about Lindsey.

She looked up at me and I knew something was wrong. She told me that Lindsey's dad died Friday night. I stood there, stunned. I'm -still- stunned. My mom, sister and I are all going to the visitation tomorrow night.

Is -this- why I've been dreaming about her?

I really wish I had answers.


Jun. 6th, 2003 07:37 pm
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Last night I dreamt about Faith and Fr*d and the kids going to Niagra Falls. It was a very angsty dream and when I woke up I was surprised that I could recall many of the details from it...and no, I know this sounds crazy, but when I woke up I could hear -Faith's- voice echoing these words in my mind: "They don't even notice my absence."

And my muse informed me that we would be writing out this little dream-turned-fanfic today whilst I was at work. I know it's going to be more than one part, but it's going to be short. At least compared to most of my TW fanfics.

The weirdest part was it spilled out on paper as first person p.o.v. and I -suck- at writing first person. I actually rather enjoyed writing it that way today, though. Bizarre.


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