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Below are the 7 most recent journal entries recorded inDiello's Dreams' LiveJournal:
| Thursday, October 14th, 2010 | |
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| _8:37 pm_[diello] |
Maybe You Know... (x-posted, because this is a bigg'un)I had a dream so full of symbolism, people worldwide are already using it in Literature and Psychology classes as required material. I mean, full-on religious symbolism.I don't remember what the premise was. A cult, or something. I was taking an oath, or so it seemed. I don't remember what the deal was, but I know I didn't agree to it, but I went through anyway.Here's the scene. Me, with an already bloody knife in my hand. A statue (a bust) of the Virgin Mary holding Baby Jesus in her hands- not in her arms, she's cupping his tiny body in her hands, sort of like when a religious figure is cupping the sacred heart. They were in all the classic positions. Mary's head tilted just so, neck exposed, and Jesus nestled all cuddly against her.And I take the bloody knife, and something, or someone, guides the blade into Mary's neck, which bleeds, and I place the tip of the blade onto Jesus's head and let the blood cast off on him.Then Jesus fell through Mary's hands, and when it hit the table, it was a fetus. Slimy, and encased in a clear membrane. Pulsating, but not noticeably. Warm and cold at the same time, though I don't know how I know this, because I didn't touch it.Instead, I woke up.Now, I am not a religious person, and I have my qualms, but we won't go into it right now. I am not in-tune with "The Dark One" or anything like that, and I don't believe if he was real, that he would ask for my first born or any kind of sacrifice. However, I am a Lucifer sympathizer. But he is fiction to me. Paradise Lost, and such.I asked Charles about it. He said I'm either immaculately pregnant with the Second Coming, or the Anti-Christ. And then he rolled his eyes and said "I was really hoping I wouldn't have to father the Anti-Christ!" (Comment on this) |
| Sunday, March 12th, 2006 | |
| _6:16 pm_[diello] |
Written Backwards on the Wall This dream was confusing, amusing, and now chopped up into little fragments, but with documentation. I was following someone for someone else. Like a stalker-for-hire. I was very good at it, and even had people on the inside I could count on for information. Like, which room in the castle was his.Yes, this person I had to follow was named Damion, and he lived in The Castle of Wind, which also happened to be a theater where the patrons were rehearsing for the performannce of nearly the same name: "Persephone's Castle of Wind." It was thus called because every hour, Persephone caused short, but colossal wind storms that lasted about ten minutes. And she made them so big with a god named Colosius. These bursts of wind were the que that marked when the performances began. And I had taken a job as the one who waits outside to get the first heads-up about the storm, so every time, I had to climb in through small windows and shout to everyone that it was showtime. Everyone ran to close the windows and dim the lights. I had to stay outside through the storm, but as a spy, I didn't. I used the opportunity to sneak into Damion's room. As dreams often like to confuse the dreamer, I can't say what I was looking for, or what my specific job against Damion was, but he kept his room well hidden. Then the storm was over, and I had to go back outside before anyone knew I had come in. Outside, I saw Damion and the person who was playing Colosius practicing their swordfighting scene with amazing speed. They moved ten times for every one time a normal person would move. And every time they stopped, Damion would direct "no, no. It's perry perry, thrust, perry, step..." (I knew the names of all the moves in the dream, but can only remember those three now), and they practiced it 5 or so more times, each time, the person playing Colosius messed up a little.Here's where I woke up. Kinda. I asked Charles to hand me a pen and I wrote down some things I could remember on my wall. Backwards.After he left, I slept again, and in the new dream, I checked my email, and had about 60 messages from my sister's friends, telling me that Damian (or was it damien) was going to sue me for using his name in his dream. Well, that's silly. Although, I thought of Damia(e)n when I dreamed the name, the name was clearly Dami_o_n. With an O, not an A(E?). But still. Jeeze, 60 emails?I took a picture of the writing. And reversed the image: (Comment on this) |
| Tuesday, August 30th, 2005 | |
| _6:21 pm_[diello] |
Japanese Dreams (I've crossposted this to  diello_dreams and  diello becuase I think it's cool. Tell me if my japanese sucks). D=Me E=Etsuko.(I pass by a familiar face)D: Chotto... Etsuko?E: Ee?D: Ohayo! Watashi wa Fawndolyn.E: Ohayo! Nihongo ga hanasemasu ka?D: Ie. Eigo dake. Nihongo o hon no skoshi.E: Oh.D: Eigo o hanasemasu ka?E: Ie.D: (slowly with gestures) I saw your band Shonen Knife play at The Bug Jar in Rochester. Suki.E: Oh, Honto??D: Hai :)E: Arigato! (something in japanese).D: (stares and gestures that I had no idea what she said)E: (something in japanese) Sayonara!D: Sayonara, Etsuko! (Comment on this) |
| Sunday, April 3rd, 2005 | |
| _1:49 pm_[diello] |
Let's all go to Hell in a limo. My dream last night can only be portrayed by this picture I modified. It's my own invention to make communion fun!  I get a special seat in Hell for this one ;)Also, notice I didn't get COMPLETELY offensive by writing "EAT ME" on his chest. (6 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Thursday, March 31st, 2005 | |
| _11:19 am_[diello] |
I Totally Had a Make-Out Grope-Fest with David Bowie Last Night! I walked through a screen door into a really nice kitchen with a bar. Behind the bar was a sexy man in a bright green velvet trench coat. Everyone was wearing green. It was St. Patrick's Day. I didn't even think of it, but I was wearing my khaki green pants. Good enough.The sexy man behind the bar came around to greet me with a big hug and woah. I just saw those eyes, that face, that hair, and OH MY GOD, DAVID BOWIE! The first thing I did was feel his coat and ask where he got it. I can't remember what he said, but he mentioned something about The Cat in the Hat, and he led my hand down to his crotch. HIS CROTCH! The All-Amazing Giant Loin of ALL THAT IS HOLY IN THIS OR ANY OTHER WORLD! Then he kissed me, Oh! And somehow we ended up on the couch, making out ALL NIGHT! My whole dream was ecstacy!Why did I have to wake up? (4 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Friday, March 25th, 2005 | |
| _10:06 am_[diello] |
Maggots, Mice and a Rescue from Charles (1. I go to school with a cool guy named Charles. 2. I have mice in my house. 3. Previous to this dream, I was rudely woken at 4am by a mouse nibbling on my figernail!)I was in bed and I heard this *chink chink* sound. There was something in my jar of pennies. It was a fucking mouse! Before it got back out, I cupped my hand over the top. I was nervous that it would scratch or bite me, but it didn't. But I was still nervous about it, so I quickly grabbed my Stereolab CD case and covered the top with it. I brought it into the livingroom where my mum was. She was on the phone and silently expressing her disgust toward the mouse. I looked at it, and it looked like it had smeared its piss and shit all over the side of the jar. Then I noticed, the poo wasn't its usual color. It was this sort of dirty white color, and I noticed that it wasn't poo at all. It was **maggots!**I turned the jar around to look at the back of the mouse, who seemed to be having a seizure now, and well, most of us have seen the goatse picture... imagine that gaping asshole completely filled with maggots eating away at the mouse. I was so scared, I dropped the jar and it shattered.(Enter the next dream fragment)Charles, somehow had been sitting on my couch. My (Beanie's) couch from my old apartment, but at my current house. Mum was there, sitting in my old favorite chair that was in the middle of the room (like it was when Kelly was living with me). She said she had to take a shower, and then Charles suddenly decided he NEEDED to leave. Mum stepped 'off-screen' and I followed Charles outside, where there was a mobile home and a trailer in my yard. For no given reason, Charles decided to go swimming in the creek behind my house. This was fairly odd because 1. he didn't take the trail down to the creek, and 2. It was the dead of fucking winter. He slid down the hill and actually started to fall! before I lost sight of him. I followed after to see if he was alright, and he was already nearly to the other side, where my dog was. That's why he went in... to retrieve my dog who was stuck on the other side.Well, my dog sort of walked back ON THE WATER and I had to pull Charles out onto my driveway. After that, we were just sitting there, outside, continuing our conversation from inside, as if nothing had happened. He asked me if I was crying. Then I said, no, but I was afraid he'd get hypothermia. He still thought I was crying.Then he left, and I hid from someone inside the mobile home. (insert being rudely awoken again from those fucking mice). (Comment on this) |
| _9:11 am_[diello] |
Hooker Party (I think this one may have been induced by the book Rent Girl).I had come to a party at Dan and Thary's house. Everyone was there: Me and I think, Alan, Kelly, Brian and his new girlfriend Marissa, and a ton of other people. Now I know this wasn't a hooker party or a sex party or anything of the sort. Just a good old fashioned all-out bash. Everything was normal except for Brian's attire.I saw his face amongst the horde, and moved through the crowd toward him. As I got closer, I noticed him dancing with Marissa, and I thought, that's so cute! They really work together (Oh, I hadn't mentioned it before, but I haven't met her yet, so it's only an assumed look in this dream). Well, I finally got through and oh.... my EYES! They burned. Brian was wearing a trench coat, a garter belt and fishnets AND THAT WAS IT! I was a little cautios of his piece touching me when he came up and hugged me, but it didn't. We continued to party... I think Brian had progressed to wearing underwear when he sat off to the side to have coffee with his girl. Thank goodness. There was also a movie playing in the background. Resident Evil, I believe (which was the last movie I'd seen while at Dan's place). I remember seeing Jason Isaak's beautiful uncredited eyes :) Also, Dan was blasting Sheep on Drugs to get us psyched for Pigface!The end. (Comment on this) |