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!"
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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.

What can you say...

Tonight Katelyn and I were sitting on my couch watching TV when I noticed something was a bit off in the view I was getting. I decided to snap a picture- Can you see it too?

Yup! Its RueRue-

No wonder I have to Dust that self a lot for fur...
Anyways, a while later she found some bottle caps and began to play with them by putting them on the rocker and reaching in through the arm rest to grasp them-

I really gotta say I love how cute dumb animals are.