The Snooze Button and Nightmares.

I don’t like nightmares. I’m not saying that anyone really does, but bear with me. Every since I was little I have had a very vivid imagination. Whole worlds sprang into being in my head. I planned invasions with my toys. There were more plot twists in an afternoon of G.I. Joes than in most M. Night Shyamalan flicks.
This wild imagination led to some pretty eventful dreams. These dreams could be good or bad, my mind was not biased.
This has continued through my adult life. I frequently (usually once a week) have a zombie dream where I’m fighting off hordes of the undead. I haven’t had a good nightmare in a long time.
Until today.
I hit my snooze button for 10 more minutes I’d blissful sleep before I got up and tried to hump this Tuesday into submission. Instead of sleep I got terror. Follow me through this dream.

X, Cootie, Haley and myself were in my house. My house was old though. Dark wood everywhere. Rich tapestries and carpets. Like a manor house. We were all getting some coffee and I remembered that X and Cooties’ daughter and her 2 friends were in the RV parked on the property. I asked if they may want some coffee and after a confirmation from Cootie, began filling a thermus. One Keurig at a time.
I know, right?
So my thermus full, I begin to exit the house to go to the RV. X says “Don’t let me forget to tell you about the 10th director of The Exorcist he only directed a 3 minute scene, but it was amazing.” I agreed to remind him and stepped out into the pre-dawn / post-dusk gloom of a thunderstorm. As lighting flashed and thunder boomed, I noticed a man and a woman talking. She expressed her intent to leave and then began moving toward a near-by high walled garden. He looked longingly after her and I though I should follow her. As I rounded the corner of the house, I heard a disembodied voice say “BEWARE OF X’S MOTHER!”

What the fuck.

I glanced up the lawn and saw a blue push-mower coming toward me, with no one pushing it. Immediately thinking of Maximum Overdrive I dodged out of the way. The Damn thing turned around and came at me again. “You’ve got to he fuckin kidding me” I exclaimed as I dodged out of the way a second time. As it turned for another attempt to make me shorter, lightning flashed and I suddenly there was a woman there pushing it. It was this woman, to be specific:

spooky shit, eh?

She was wearing a flowered dress and house shoes. Her eyes were vacant. Like she didn’t see me at all, but I could tell that she wanted to hurt me. As she came toward me with the mower, the Voice again chimed in, “You must placate her.”
So naturally I began to apologize for being in her way, for intruding on her thunderstorm mowing, for being here. I promised to not do it again and then to top it off I hit her with the Sign of the Cross. She stopped. So I took that as an indication that I had placated her. As I walked down the side of the house, I passed by a large, single panes glass window. When I looked into the darkened room, there she was pressed near the window. I stumbled back as thunder boomed and then the glass broke.

I woke up in a startled panic. It was very real and very fuckin weird.

So any idea what that would mean? If anything? Give it your best interpretations in the comments below.

Love.

Hug someone

I am speaking out for the non-conforming, social outcasts. Why are people treated differently based upon their choices in life. Culture in itself decides what is “normal”, where is my vote? Why is it that the social majority decided years ago what is acceptable. Now of course I don’t mean that people have the rights to do whatever they want. The laws must be followed. What I am speaking of is the close-mindedness of the people in our culture that decide that homosexuality, alternative religions, alternative medicine, hell to a point some heterosexuality is deemed “evil” or “wicked”, “sinful” or what have you. I began thinking on this when my friend Jeff and I were discussing his and his wonderful fiancè’s impending marriage. They are doing a handfasting, which is the binding of hands with rope, cloth, metal, etc. It represents a bond that can’t be broken. In Scotland it is still a recognized binding of marriage. The binding can last for a different amout of time, though I am sure X and Hannah will choose forever. They are so perfect for each other that while it makes me happy to see that love and devotion, I am also saddened because I have never found that in my life. Anyway, we were talking about places to have the ceremony and I had suggested a public park in Kodak. We joked about the reactions of the police who showed up to investigate if someone were to call. Thinking on it though, I could see a negative situation arising out of such a beautiful moment, due to close-mindedness. It makes me angry that a country was founded and fought for to escape religious persecution, would in turn make the same blind judgements that the English made with them. What ridiculousness! I had a room mate that was Wiccan, and since I had never been exposed to that before, I read a book on Wicca. Hate to say it Bible-thumpers, but if your religion was put side by side with Wicca, or I am sure many Pagan belief systems, people would choose the latter. The basic principles of Wicca are treat others as you wish to be treated, thats the Golden Rule we all learned in kindergarten. Whereas Christianity is basically a big list of stuff not to do or you burn in eternal fire. That sucks.

My whole point here is do not judge people based upon their looks, beliefs, or sexual orientation. In most cases, I would bet that your life would be made richer with the inclusion of these “alternative” people. I know mine has been!

Love, is all we need.

Think that sums it up.