I decided to do it. I've finally made an LJ entry.
One might wonder what has prompted such a thing from such a thing. To be honest I do not know, but I think a good portion of it has to do with the fact that I have no idea what I'd put in an LJ, so I obviously had to experiment and learn more about myself, all zennish and that sorta junk.
I tried editing the appearance of my journal, but with the amount of sleep I've had that task seemed a bit overwhelming, so all you cretins are going to have to live with it. I highly doubt anyone is going to read this anyways.
Right now I'm thinking I'll talk about my dreams, since I just recently read an entry which very closely resembles what most of my dreams are made up of... okay, so, I have pretty screwed up dreams.
Dream the first: I'm not absolutely certain, but I think this dream was featuring Conan from that Conan movie that Foofer seems to have a fetish for.
This dream features three characters:
Conan lookalike, who will now be referred to as 'Conan'
Random raggedy commoner woman, referred to as 'woman'
Woman's whiny child, referred to hereafter as 'child'
So the scene is set in a decidedly rocky, arid area. Kinda of Albertaesqe, depending on where in Alberta you are. There's a stewing pot, and a tent set up, and next to the stewing pot there's woman sleeping on the ground, in her dirty, peasanty dress.
All seems fine so far... but wait. Conan arrives on the scene, jumping down from the right side of the edge of 'my' perception. He's got it going on with his leather loin cloth and rippling shiney, muscles, and he knows that. Conan knows he's got the stuff. So he just decides to settle in behind woman and hitch her skirt up and do his business with her.
Still not really that disturbing, but then child shows up, and says "Mommy, mommy. They're coming". Woman just now wakes up (perhaps Conan doesn't really have all that going on.) There's this mad scramble for everyone to get up and away from where they are, but the focus of my dream seems to be on Conan as he fumbles with his penis to get it back in his loin cloth, all while he is ejaculating all over everything.
At this point I woke up. I'm not sure if the whole "Mommy, mommy. They're comimg" thing was some sort of sick pun my brain's subconciousness came up with, but if it is then I have to say I'd hope my subconciousness has something better to do than make dirty pun dreams.
Dream the second: I can't really remember too much about the end of this one, but it features some incestuous activities. I honestly wouldn't find it too odd if the dream held some truth behind it, given some of the stuff that's been said about my father.
(it's at this point I realize how screwed up my dreams are sometimes.)
This dream starts off with my father, sister, and step mother picking me up at the ferry terminal on Vancouver Island. (Either I was visiting them, or moving in. I'm not sure which.) The drive started off normal enough, but then we had to go through the swamp. Now the swamp was more of a small wood than a swamp, but in my dream it was referred to as a swamp, and so it shall be here.
When we get to the swamp, my father has one of his typical temper tantrums, and happens to be the one driving, so he kinda goes a little crazy and's driving really fast. I'm freaking out a little, telling him to slow down and all that junk. His wife finally talks him into switching seats with her, which one would think would be a good thing. Well apparently there's this small creek that a wooden bridge goes over, that we need to drive over, but the bridge is broken. The step mother decides we can make it and just drives off the first half of the wooden bridge.
This is where things get drugged up. Instead of suffering a few bumps and just driving over the creek, the van plummets, my dad and I fall out the windows of the van, and land in the river at the bottom of what appears to be a canyon. We're swept along for a while, but we both make it to shore, or the banks or whatever, at which point my father starts to develop some leonine (is that right?) features, and starts to *gasp* molest me quite profusely.
Then the canyon environment melts away, and suddenly I'm in a bedroom, now the step mother and sister are on the bed watching TV, and my father and I are lying on what I think was a pile of laundry. My sister says "I want some too daddy" to which the step mother replied "Wait your turn Keira."
I woke up after that I think.
I also used to have a bunch of recurring dreams, but only remember one. I would be touring an oil plant, and it always had some sort of emergency situation where the place would start overflowing with oil, and people would drown and all that nifty stuff. I'm talking Crisco oil by the way, not the fossil fuel we know and love. Haven't had that dream since I was seven.
There're more but I'm losing interest, and I highly doubt you aren't, so I'll end this now.