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  • 27th
  • August
  • 2014

Dreamlog #8

This will be a short entry as it is way past my bedtime and the dream was more of a nightmare. Probly one of the more realistic dreams I’ve had in recent memory, it starts in a cafe. I’m eating dinner with someone, my sister? and some guy walks up to a table next to ours and asks how things are going. I notice he is wearing a large coat and has his hands in one of the pockets.

I immediately get the sense that this man is danger and in the next instant, he pulls a gun out and shouts at everyone to get on the ground. I fall to the ground but get up slowly and creep towards the man. I stand up and try to take the gun away from him but he reacts too fast and points it at me and shoots. I’m not aware of how many times, there is a lot of commotion. I struggle outside the cafe and I’m stumbling in the dark. I look down and lift my shirt, there are three distinct wounds. I can’t remember if I was able to subdue the shooter or if he got away, but I need help and show people my wounds.

  • 23rd
  • August
  • 2014
You guys, I’m tumblr famous.

You guys, I’m tumblr famous.

  • 19th
  • August
  • 2014
Peekaboo

Peekaboo

  • 14th
  • August
  • 2014
Orb Weaver #2

Orb Weaver #2

  • 12th
  • August
  • 2014

My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.

To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…

Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.

My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)
  • 11th
  • August
  • 2014
Album Art for They Want My Soul Spoon They Want My Soul Let Me Be Mine

how-to-fight-loneliness:

Spoon
Let Me Be Mine
They Want My Soul (2014)

Auction off what you love, it will come back you sometime.

  • 7th
  • August
  • 2014
Derp

Derp

  • 6th
  • August
  • 2014
House Shapes

House Shapes

  • 4th
  • August
  • 2014
Kill La Kill finale, so damn good.

Kill La Kill finale, so damn good.

  • 3rd
  • August
  • 2014

Drom Bok

  • 1st
  • August
  • 2014
Taken from Spoon’s “Inside Out” video from their new album, “They Want My Soul” out next week. I can’t wait.

Taken from Spoon’s “Inside Out” video from their new album, “They Want My Soul” out next week. I can’t wait.

  • 29th
  • July
  • 2014

k-eke:

-Eating

-dancing

-Eating

-dancing

Routine des oiseaux :B

  • 26th
  • July
  • 2014
That big glowy white orb in the middle was the full moon a couple weeks ago. So bright.

That big glowy white orb in the middle was the full moon a couple weeks ago. So bright.

Idea for a band I’m workin on…

Idea for a band I’m workin on…

  • 25th
  • July
  • 2014

Dreamlog #7

This was dreamt up a long long time ago, I am very delayed in recording it yet I remember the dream like it was yesterday. I remember it visually, so finally writing it out may prove challenging.

With these dreamlogs, it’s near impossible to accurately portray the feeling and look of the dreams. Yet when I read my past entries, the images of the dreams flash in my memory and I am transported instantly. It is quite interesting. And now, to the creepy dream.

The setting is immediately clear to me that I am on another world. It is nighttime, the sky is dark blue and I am in some sort of swampy area out in the open. It is blue all around and there are tiny points of light in the sky, a starscape. I look directly above me and there are vines drooping and entangled in them appears to be a recently deceased Tyrannosaurus Rex. (Interesting side note: I recently started and finished rereading Jurassic Park, well after this dream took place mind you.) I realize this creature was killed by something else, perhaps another dinosaur? This is where the dream gets foggy.

According to my chicken scratch notes scribbled on a post-it (see picture), there was a spinosaurus as well. I believe it was also deceased, laying in the swampy bog nearby, which led me to believe that maybe the two animals fought and killed each other. But that was not the case. I am suddenly aware of an intelligent presence nearby. I know right away it is not of this world, an alien with a round face and glowing slits for eyes. The alien “mind melds” with me and I can see it and it can read my thoughts. It communicates with me somehow but I am afraid. I know this is the true cause of the creatures’ deaths. I don’t know what happens next, the ground is suddenly moving as if there is a creature tunneling/burrowing toward me. Was it the alien surfacing? Or something else?