I dreamt of Apollo

I decided to take a nap earlier today and this was the outcome:

I had a dream that Apollo (who looked like a delicious Hercules) decided to leave the strange dimension of Olympus to go bother the Vampires of earth. On his way back to Olympus though, one, called Fenton (who had long curly red hair, tight leather pants, and an open black shirt. He was a complete bad boy you could imagine riding a motorcycle and owning all things leather) snuck through the dimensional portal thing with Apollo. Apparently, in my world of dreams- When Christianity began overtaking this world, the Olympians and Titans moved over to Mars, and put a spell over the planet to make it look like a wasteland.

Olympus was beautiful, full of light. It was an entire palace made of fine gold and rivers ran through porcelain tiles embedded with jewels. Rain forests rested in different areas and each room was specifically set apart for each god.
- It was awesome, I really should draw it.







Anyways- Fenton went to find this specific statue of a horse that Medusa had turned to stone under Zeus’ command. He then got on the horse and began to whisper in the beast’s ear to be rebellious. The horse then sprung to life and caused quite a ruckus in command of its rider- The Vampire Fenton.
Medusa’s spell that was put onto the horse promised a massive flood and so… obviously, Olympus soon begins to flood over.

Apollo then, with all of the other deities furious with them, runs to save the day….. This is where everything gets really foggy. I remember it had to do with some manner of book and the vampires on earth writing out an outcome they want or something, but I can’t remember how Apollo saved the day…. But apparently he did.
As punishment, Apollo takes Fenton to Theia(Titan of Brightness) where she causes him to burn slowly forever. The other vampires on earth are then take over to Olympus and brought before Zeus. One of the Vampress’ showed a lot of potential (by incredible chemistry in the beginning of the dream) to fall in love with Apollo, but in the end, Zeus asks Apollo to come up to see him, takes him by the hand and says:

“Be touched by no one save it is the woman you wish to wed. Thus and inasmuch as this, She (your beloved) who is frequented by death, shall taste death no longer to your touch”

So, then Apollo embraces Zeus and goes on his way. The Vampress meets up with him and he begs her not to touch him and that he has an errand to run. And then he goes into one of the chambers of Olympus to find Selene (Deity of the Moon) sobbing over the blackness she has to endure. He then goes and says her name, and takes her hand asking her to be his wife. Instantaneously Selene’s night gets shredded as if it was just some simple cloak about the room and brilliant light came in. She then looks at him as happy as ever shouting “Yes, oh yes!!”

And then I woke up.

Hypocrisy of All Man

The most unfortunate and disconcerting idiosyncrasy mankind has persistently and subconsciously acted out throughout history is dishing out forms of hypocritical nature. The most prime and absolute example of this: They who insist upon believing in Christ yet living in worldly nature. This is the most common form of faith comprised with action- thus making almost every man guilty of being a hypocrite. For those who have belief in Christ furthermore call themselves a Christian, which is taking upon them the name of Christ. As such, who is to take upon him the name of Christ yet act out the opposite nature but he who is the hypocrite? Let none of us play the Hypocrite in this earthly life. If we take upon us the name of Christ by being Christians; let us not insult the manner and do otherwise. LOVE and ACCEPT those whom others (and your own hurt/offended feelings) insists is not worthy of such. Give freely and forgive those who trespass against you; for if Christ was willing to DIE for that person- can you not try to forgive, love, and accept them also? Let none of us be hypocrites like the Scribes and Pharisees who persecuted and murdered our Lord, such a manner of life only leads to DEATH. For if we are to be like unto Christ, yet act as sinners; do we then (by Sinning) proclaim false doctrine to the world that Christ our Lord was a minister of sin? God forbid such an insulting thing… yet it is done continually through our hypocritical nature.

We seek continually for the gifts of God; yet we already have received his greatest gift of all time and space. It is a gift to be worked and endeavored for, as it is the greatest gift and we must be worthy of it. This gift is our Christ, who we must always persevere after- and furthermore- mimic. Otherwise we are slaves. For Abraham had two sons: One of Sarah; who was free, and One of the Egyptian bondwoman Hagar. Which offspring of Abraham are you then? The Child of The Free, or the Child of Bondage?

The greatest of Thanks be unto God for his most unspeakable gift. May we continue to gladly pursue after Obedience and not Hypocrisy. Let us Love and Accept even those of different ethics like our Elder Brother loves and accepts every man, woman, and child born onto this earth.

I love you, All of you.

And though we may not talk often, I am glad to have you- even if it is in the instance of simply knowing your name. I hope in return, love can be set aside by many for me. Yet even if not, my love in Christ is enough.

With love-

Sydnie Jones

Okay... That was weird

Last Night’s dream is vague today. All I remember was that I was roaming through a massive haunted house dressed like a classic Sherlock Holmes (apart from the pink light saber).

There was my sister Heidi; who was outside dressed up like a matted werewolf and was pretty rabid. She came after me growling and spitting every time I tried to escape the house. Her pack also soiled my favorite blanket. I distinctly remember her taking off the mask and saying:

"I am going to try and bite you now, don't take offense! I'll buy you a new blanket later"

Inside I encountered a fat homicidal Bill Cosby who was chasing everyone for killing his wife. There was also a group of three brothers who were trying to snatch a bottle of over the counter pills away from me.

In the end, I was beat up by a baby who convinced everyone I had impaled him with a broken off stalactite. I convinced him not to beat me though when I told him his family was alive and still wanted him. He asked for them so I gave him cut out paper dolls of a mommy, daddy, sister, and grandparents. He was pretty pleased… I got lost in the attic.

When I woke, my left arm was completely dead asleep (My first thought was that I was having a heart attack, Haha) and I was laying Dracula style: straight and stiff, arms crossed across my chest. Can that put your arm to sleep?

The 1920's Spy

I had a dream I was a 1920s spy named Sabina. (Why am I always named in my dreams?)
I was a part of an organization of 50 people, some of them my siblings, and we took on the guise as actors. In reality we were actually storing up a factory of food. We fought constantly. There even was one point that someone thought that pressurizing all of the food along with a human body would turn the material into gold. (He claimed it was something to do with the Philosopher’s Stone)
Who knows why storing hordes of food and fighting amongst ourselves (along with a LOT of smoking… which started a few fires) was so wrong, but the government came after us plenty of times. Myself and my colleagues were shot, bombed, and set a fire on countless occasions. I even once turned into a rag doll.
In the end, they bombed our factory with everyone inside (apart from myself and a very large girl named Thelma ((She tried to kill me once, earlier in the dream as well)))
We ran to a cemetery where we saw a mausoleum with a very ornamented and large statue which looked very similar to Michelangelo’s La Pietà. I decided I wanted to die dramatically on top of that statue, so we headed in that direction.

Thelma was shot trying to run in a different direction- the bullet turned her into a squirrel.
As for myself, I made it to the top of the statue and dodged bullets. As I was dodging bullets, I saw a spaceship far off made of bronze, Aristotle was staring out the window and said something to the affect of “If you’re meant to die, then die… don’t fight it”
And so… I was shot down, Lol. Strangely enough, I went down in history as an amazing Director. Go figure.

My Viking Dream

Last Night’s Dream: I was a Greek Woman named Astyochaea who was washed up on the shores of Iceland. There I had to live with Vikings. I became a very good sword maker and thief. Haha.
The chieftain of the Viking clan had taken me in, so I made him a Katana as a thank you. Apparently, I said I had 13 elder brothers back home, but now I could never return because they would have thought I was dead. If I did return, my people would have considered me back from the dead and thus- a witch. In which I would be burned alive.
But... I ended up traveling back to Greece when the Chieftain's daughter ran off with a complete idiot who was supposed to fall for me. No, seriously, I said that in my dream.
"I am the beautiful and talented one!! He was supposed to fall for me, that idiot!"
...
I am so narcissistic in my sleep. Sadly, I woke up before we got back to Greece. I was excited to see my brothers. In the end I was pretty much wearing the same outfit Kate Beckinsale wears in Van Helsing.

The Ancient Gallic Goddess

I had a dream I was an ancient (2000+ years) Gallic goddess who; for 3 centuries had been a 'pet' to the vampire Lestat. After Lestat was condemned to live underneath the ocean because he imprisoned "The Virtuoso Man" for 4 centuries, I went and retrieved The Virtuoso Man and ran away with him..... he looked like Fabio

The House

For the longest time I have had this wild and vivid conception of my perfect future.
Most of those who have heard this depiction have thought it over-zealously bizarre if not downright clever and amusing. I would have to agree with them. And so, I have decided to sketch out the details on this forsaken blog my composition of the future. Of course, this is detailed so I might cut my posts into sections for those of you who like to be illiterately unable to read more than a few sentences before giving up on a post. How busy and impatient the world seems to be.
Anywhoo…

First off, the idea of being the neighborhood’s Crazy Old Witch Lady is too juicy to pass up, not to mention it would most likely become the prime rumor about my strange lifestyle and attributes.
Imagine, if you will- a quaint red, green, purple, and orange Victorian cottage on the end of the block.

It’s structure is adorned with all manner of spiffy trinkets known to mankind, and though every window is draped with thick velvet curtains of every shape and color, the outside porch also receives an array of fabric.








The front doors are large and wooden and carved unprofessionally by its owner. Any specter can also see that whoever the master of this house is; they get sidetrack easily as only one of these doors is partially finished.It is important to note the sign above the door says "PEACE TO ALL WHO ENTER HERE" followed along by a plaque to the side of the door saying "A Thousand Welcomes"Yet the floorboards before the entrance have a painted trap door with the words "Salesman step here" and two signs in the window reading "Due to mad cow disease, the hounds have been deprived and are hungry." and "Upon entering please note: Your day is about to be interrupted with sudden moments of Cerebral Chaos. Enjoy!"
The grounds surrounding this house are kept clean and immaculate, yet the garden seems almost purposefully wild.

Vines, living and dead stretch upward along the walls of the house in an elegant design of savagery and the moss eaten stone pathway laying in the shadows of oak trees; looking as if they were placed in such an awkward way as to give off the impression of being able to trap a victim in its entangling limbs. All of this is of course, complete with a dilapidated iron cast fence.

The backyard has only three differences to the front- a larger garden, large hedges, and a old wooden table adorned with glued on tableware. Glued on? Yup. Candlesticks line the table as well; the candle wax from old used candles sprawled everywhere.
As for the back door- it is complete with the welcome mat:
Think the house is unique? The owner of this house makes this building dismally average in comparison. Can’t wait to meet her? Too bad! My easily distracted nature is kicking in! It was hard not to include all of the minor little details in this- such as the yards oak tree's with its carved-on faces, and the old front yard bathtub with flowers sprouting from it. But I am clever enough to include them.
So long folks! Until next time- don’t pet piranhas.

Medieval Dream

I had a dream the other night that took place in Medieval Europe. Hugh Despenser the younger had some part to play in it but it is all still very cloudy. I remember I was to be executed for trying to help my brother, David, become one of King Edward II’s favorites. They were going to throw me into the waters surrounding Mont Saint Michel. Strange thing is- I was more worried about getting dirty in the water (which looked filthy) than I was drowning.

What is more interesting is that everything looked like medieval art. It was as if I was watching the story take place on an animated tapestry. I definitely do not look good as a medieval art piece...

How vexatious!!

I make me giggle sometimes.

... Okay, scratch that- MOST of the time.

A Thought.

A thought I had while in the shower earlier today:

The man must insist upon rest at some point, thus says, universally, our natural knowledge. And those who play more on their passions more than on their physical self is considered unhealthy and need to be medicated. Yet- it is the same for the opposite. A man who insists upon rest more than he perhaps should by society is considered lazy or unambitious- and thus- something is the matter with him.

Because, perhaps society focuses more on a 'normal' man than on the diverse population?
Isn't 'normal' just an opinion?

I am, as many others are; Medicated. Why? Because I am unhappy, and mankind should not be unhappy.

Mankind should not be unhappy.

That is an egotistical phrase. Who are we to say we must not suffer? Does not God say we might suffer the woes of life so that we might not learn?

And so man tries to remedy these things.

Utopia might never exist.Because of the diversity of us all. One man says he will have Utopia if only he might not feel pain... and yet He that never feels pain claims it is too much of a bore and that he would rather suffer like the rest of us. Utopia cannot exist if there are so many of us born who contradict one another's values, opinions, passions. And so Medication again is brought in. Those who live for conspiracy claim this is the powerful making the means for a Utopia- a world where diversity and disagreements might not exist.