Dream 20

Below is a rough account of my dream that I had the night of April 11,2010. It's vivdity and highly engaging detail forced me to write it out. Please understand this was written as soon as I awoke so that I could capture any and all of the events. I've tried desperately to keep the timeline straight and the locations:


I was at a fashion show/some large event that was held in a ballroom around which were a lot of independant chambers. Kinda like the metro center, but on one level like the mormon church....more like the Mormon church in new glasgow. While in one of the side powder rooms with an English lady, whom I seemed to have great respect for (mid 50's, blondish red hair with something of a bob/barbara streisand hair cut, simple open jacket suit combo, kind eye, excellant voice....maybe the woman who did the costumes from WICKED....)I was speaking to her about something and I accidentally cut off the front portion to my eye. I was trying to remove an accessory/gem from my lid/crease in my brow and the blade was sharper than I thought, I had it too close to my eye and i slipped with it. also, was no able to wear my glassses for the procedure.

I cut the front off my left eye and looked at it in the sink. I cut the colour from my eye. The iris, colour of the eye and the lashes were all in one piece sitting in the bottom of the sink.. the lady told me that it would grow back bu tglazed over. was sturck with the fear that I would never again have bright eyes. But also, that I could now wear a patch legitimately kind of excited me.
Then I was at a Debutante's ball at the Halifax Club. All the men were wearing Red coats and powdered wigs in general and the women who wore lovely gowns.....looked a lot like the Patriot scene with Lord cornwallis wearing the 'horse blanket'.
I was sent to look after the twin boys ages 8, since i had done so well looking after one of the gentlemen's boys who stole a bow or ribbon or something from one of the ladies.
Looked after them and spoke with a girl who's date had not arrived and comforted her.
A man my age handed me a stack of 'cards' and said "Spades will get you everywhere/in every door." and I clutched a bunch of long thin metal playing cards.
I went down the back stairs and the basement was the same kinda layout as the Johnsons' basement back in abercrombie, except it was in The Halifax Club and thus it was a much farther distance from the bottom stair to the stone lined wall on the other side. The floor was painted a lighter grey colour and was heavily applied.
There was a piece of jute/twine running from the bottom hand rail that went through the wooden plank/steel plank door. the twine wetn through a small hole that was a demon's mouth case in steel/brass.
The string had to be pulled the right number of times. I peeked through the square hole around the twine and saw wimen and men on couches, fully clothed, hand jpbs and oral jobs.
Then i looked through the hole in the door and saw the sids of women's heads and jhair but managed to cacth glimpses of their faces in the mirror's thwy were getting ready in. whited out faced with french hoooker makeup. big red hair, plump ladies.
I pulled the twine and some looked up, expectantly. I pulled the first card/metal strip out of my hand and pilled the cord that number of times in total and the door swung outqward and open at me.
The women were getting ready on the left side and front, the women were hooking at the back from right to halfway left. From mid left to about halfway front left there were a few roes of tables and sewing machines and sergers whose threads came down from large spools in the ceiling joists.
The women were hooking so that they could have clothes to wear/makeup/fabrics and supplies to express who and what they were. there were some designers working at tables on the other side of the blowjobs.Brandt Eisnener was one of the sdesigners.also rupaul. Maybe Trevor VandenEiden. and myself. i think petrlidge was there too.....he was very sweet.
When I entered the room, they all started panicking and knew that they had to go, as I was sent by the men upstairs to clean this whole thing up, not destroy it, bt o make it more pallateable to the gentlemen and that they would sponsor the who endeavor that was happening, so long as a i cut the edges a bit and got rid of the people that were doing the nasty things outside of the original purpose. meaning, the hookers who were giving the money to the cause could stay and be models, and the ones who were using this as a base to stay sheltered without doing much had to go.
Brandt Eisnener was one of the sdesigners.also rupaul. Maybe Trevor VandenEiden. and myself. i think petrlidge was there too.....he was very sweet
When it all settled down, rupaul came to me and asked a rude question, which i snappe back with something, rather proud of myself. she could stay. Same as brandt, bu he wanted 5 assistansa and an entire team of 60, including myself and the other designers teams. I told him his entitre team could consist of four including hiom and that we would all work as a team and that we would switch groups from time to ime as the projects changed and people's skills were needed elsewhere.
Also a girl who looked a nbit like Chris Frazer's daughter who madea t shirt that had half a surboard that flipped dpown in the front."But she can't even sew a Hem in a dress?!?!" said one of the designers "We can show her how to do that, but I could never have shown her to make this surfboard tshirt from the old design." She was doing chin ups from the clothing rack. I then said 'Welcome!", hugged her and took her into the group.
We all began settin up the shop and cleaning it up and either Petrilidge or Ru Paul looked at me with concern and said "What happened to your eye? Are you ok?". I reached up and touched it, but there was a hardened brown leather patch over it with brass hooks and rings.

Dream #19

I was standing outside of a Hydrostone building in the mid spring.....half the grass was green and some flowers were peaking out. Then, my current room mate came walking up the sidewalk towards me. Inside I knew it was 5 years since I had seen him.
We started talking, somewhat awkwardly, trying to catch up on what we've been doing. He had recently been promoted to a higher position and was working between 2 cities, and I had just celebrated my 2 year anniversary of working from my home studio.
About this point he asked me why I was in this neighborhood. The door to the building burst open and a boy, 4 years old, came bursting out yelling "Daddy!!!" and running towards me. I bent down to pick him up and spun him around saying "Hi Bradley!!" and held him on my right arm where he nestled into my shoulder.
"This is daddy's friend, Richard.... say hi to him" which he shyfully did and then hid his face smiling into my shoulder.
"So....you're a dad now......uhm....alright"
"Yeah," I responded. "Me and Michel adopted Bradley here a year ago, didn't we Bradley?"
He giggled and shuffled around his green backpack as I tickled his sides......"Yeaaaaaaaah.....where's Papa at?"
" He's coming soon....but we have to say goodbye to Richard....say Bye now"
"Bye..." he half heartedly said looking at a passing butterfly, then to a passing propane truck
"Good to see you Richard! talk to ya soon!"

Dream #18

Ever have one of those nights where dreaming and reality kinda blur together? And even though it should make absolutely no sense, everything just seems to gel together nicely.
At some point before I was going to bed, I had thought I wanted a wooden clock radio...much like the one pictured. Nice and clean lines with light up tube for the time instead of the red LED/LCD/ugly as shit light thing that drives me so insane. I headed off to sleep, but wasn't sure if I really did this when i was awake or not.
I set my alarm clock to wake me up for 5am for work. Then I set the wooden alarm clock for a half hour later. Then decided to go to bed.
When my alarm went off, I hit snooze on it, then the alarm on my wooden clock went off....I hit the snooze on it as well. This went on for about an hour. Finally a I got up, marvelled at my wooden radio alarm clock and headed off to get a shower. On my return from the shower, I was slightly shocked to see that my shitty plastic alarm clock was the only one there. Like a lover suddenly missing, I felt such a tremendous sense of loss and betrayal.
This clock is on my wish list.....I've dreamed it so. If you love me, you'll return it back to me...though I never really owned it.....whatever.....buy it for me.

dream #17

Although this isn't technically the 17th dream I remember, it's the 17th one entered.

Last night/this afternoon I dreamed I was a member of the Republic Army in Star Wars......just another clone.
We did formations and drills over and over again. I was somewhere towards the back of my unit and basically just saw the backs of heads for an hour long dream.
Then we had a break and as we all took our helmets off, I saw rows and rows of clones of myself. Each one was slightly different than the next. Facial piercings, tattoos, missing teeth and scars. As I scanned the crowd it seemed that each clone of me was what I may have looked like or how I would have changed my appearance if I had chosen the 'other' in the choice in my life. Had I have not checked for traffic that one day, had that urge to pierce my nose been stronger that week, had I have no jumped back from the fire that one time and walked away with only a singed eyebrow.

Rememberance Day...I remember my blog

The last few weeks have been very involving and crazy and haven't really even had time to myself, however, I'm here to update and load this thing up chocked full of modernity and current information.
I'll just start with some Halloween pics.

This year for Halloween, I went out as a mad scientist. Usually, I choose a costume that has a lot more imagination and definately as far away from cliche costumes as I can get. This costume was differant in that I sewed the whole thing by myself.

You have to understand, that 3 months ago, I couldn't sew a stitch and decided that wasn't acceptable. especially since I design costumes and props, stage sets, etc. This was a skill that I was seriously lacking and decided to do something about it.

This costume was my first attempt at few-on sewing and it turned out very well...especially for not having a pattern. I used a rough idea of a pattern from pictures and a small tutorial I found online. (http://www.flickr.com/photos/mei_li/2855270742/in/set-72157607277942905/)

I made the goggles out of some TP tubes and some curved plastic packaging I found at 2am one night after a bad dream and needed to burn off the energy. Took me about an hour and a half.

Quick dream explanation: I dreamt that my father moved in with me, and was sleeping on a bed in the living room of this REALLY wicked apartment I had just moved into. On our way out of the house some guys started to come at me and dad and accused my father of killing some woman. He said he was just having loud sex...ahem....yeah, really odd dream....and then for some reason, I threatened the guy by offering to rip out his throat...see why I woke up with nervous energy?

More to come in the next little while.

dream #16

Last night I walked 7km around 8pm at night. I was trying to see how long it would take me to get to the Dartmouth General Hospital from my place. I was approached by my boss at work about a new position over there, and well I was just curious.

Perhaps walking there was a bit more ambitious than I had prepared for. About 5 minutes in, I felt pains in my stomach, but continued anyway. Long story short, I can home and sat down and then proceeded to be sick for about an hour and a half, having broken sleep. My dreams were scattered and fractal...again.

I dreamed I was in some sort of office. I've never been there before, but all the papers and magazines were haphazardly placed and stacked...some sort of purposeful chaos that I appreciate but am still fearful of touching. I was wearing some kind of winter get-up....a HEAVY dark blue nylon jacket and a clipboard.

That scene was broken by a quick run to the bathroom....ew.

When I got back to dream world, I was on a beach, shedding the jacket. It was an orange sky kind of place, with purple clouds and white sand. I just kind of sat there and let the sounds of the beach calm me. I knew that in real life I was sick, and this was a place that I could go to rest and feel better.

I woke up feeling fine, but my stomach is still tight. I hope this isn't the flu that everyone seems to be catching cause it's a nasty little thing, all 36 hours of it.

dream # 15

Last night's dream was a lovely mix of Dahli imagery and The Terminator computer dissection.
When I went to sleep, I had a few things on my mind....such as little things I've been putting off making and such. When I started to dream, these little things came to the front and center of the stage.
Quickly and methodically, I broke all the items down to their simpler parts, and looked at them spinning in some kind of 3D display, floating in mid air. Then as I concentrated more on them, they would split up into smaller pieces, and measurements would appear on them like translucent chalk lines.
Where the materials could be found would flash by as I concentrated on any element. A quick flash of motion of the retrieval of materials.....me going down the hallways, opening the closet and grabbing the material from "he upper box underneath the Christmas Lights with the picture of the teapot on the front of it and a dent in the bottom left corner". Very vivid and concise.
So vivid actually, that I've already begun sketching out all the projects and realize that my sub-consious is off by about an inch either way in everything.

dream #14

Well, I should preface this by knowing that I lost something important to me last night, or rather, last night discovered that it was no longer in my possession.

My first Server book.....as useless and boring as it seems, it's always had a special place with me. It's the server book I used while I was at Disney World, so there's a lot of memories attached to it and I've often just simply picked it up and been brought back to a better time and place. In looking for it, I had to go through hundreds of pictures and boxes of memories. I had to keep the search process short otherwise, I'd get lost in them all.
Anyways, my dream last night..
I was at some sort of late Fall picnic, surrounded by old friends and colleagues. It was a night time event...orange tents draped from the trees,ornaments celebrating Fall everywhere, kids playing in the leaves in the background. Everyone seemed happy to just be out of the house and around others who they cared about.
As I waded through the crowd of smiling people, I heard my voice from behind.
He was wearing a Dark Tweed jacket and open button up shirt, jeans I think. And he hands me an old near empty prescription bottle.
"I've been meaning to call you and get this back to you. You forgot this at the house one of the nights you stayed over."
It was a tall medical prescription bottle, clear plastic with a white safety seal & twist cover. In the bottom of the bottle were three partial light blue capsules. The prescription on the side of the bottle had my name, my old address from 5 years ago and the the name of the drug written: Promethean:100mg. (I'm guessing some connection to Prometheus, the guy who pissed off the Gods by bringing a Zippo to mankind)
I thanked the guy who seemed unfamiliar, but was happy to see me anyways, and decided to open the bottle and take one. As I opened the bottle and looked inside, someone was bumped and spilled their drink in my bottle.
They apologized and kept on their way, offering to buy me a drink to make up for it. I accepted and looked at the capsules, flowing and bobbing up and down on their own accord, unaffected by the currents of the liquid.
Deciding that since there was no *insert the name of the book that is used to standardize psychological disorders or prescription drug interactions...i forget which...* handy, I tipped back the bottle and let the pills go down my throat with a rumble and a sense of light swimming in my head.

woke up there....

about dream sequence

Alright, so I just posted the last dream I had and named it Dream #13....yeah, I'm just dripping with imagination sometimes, eh?

Just thought I'd throw this in to give my Blog some level of authenticity.
I dream every night... vividly...well, with the exception of those 3 weeks on backshift....my circadian rhythm was a little messed up and my dreams were fractured impressions at best.
The only way I have to organize my dreams and posts was to publish them on here in an ordered sequence...though between dream 8 and 10, I had about a dozen dreams, I was unable to reach the blog in time, nor was a I able to write anything of them down...and then they blurred together. If I'm posting my dreams on here, I'll have nothing less than full accuracy and purity of THAT dream.
Regardless, barring my getting up late for work or whatever, I'll have something more concrete and more of the style that I want.
Earlier this week, I re-arranged my room and things to make a more functional space for me to live/work in. Overtime, I've collected little things/furniture that are kind of task-specific and/or organizational. I finally bit the bullet and took a full day without sleep to set it all up. I no longer have a bed room....I have a workshop with a bed in it. And as such, I've arranged a side table beside my bed so I can write down what can be remembered on those days that I know I can't get to a computer.
Alright.....back to work.....Since organizing, I've had a week of constructing, and it's gotten a little less than organized, but overall just needs a tidy up.

dream #13

I was playing this weird racing game at the shitty arcade kinda place. It was an experimental prototype kinda ride. It was an inclined set of narrow stairs with a large monitor at the top.It was also in the shape of an elephant. like from that candy corn popcorn that you pick up for Halloween....it's pink.....and instead of holding onto the railing, you held onto this kinda Pantyhose like material. The game supervisor stood at the top and refereed the game experience, and would occasionally toss a slip of paper over his shoulder and whoever grabbed it won the money that was listed on it. It made no sense cause there were racing cars and such on the screen that represented each player, and for a while, i remember trying to 'control' my car, and racing it, but i have no controller....just a focused mind.

At the end of the game, where I tied for 2ND, I was handed a note written with a dull HB pencil and on a ripped out sheet of paper from a writing tablet.

"As in life, you kept blocking others. Stayed in fourth place, but won only due to furious driving and aggressive tactics. In future, do yourself a favour and pull a 'CRIT' and go to the pit to repair your car to get the necessary speed to race.

The armour for Lord of the Rings is missing interfacing between the inside layers .Also, the caps and scales on the armours have traditionally been black."

After the game, everyone seemed happy and felt like they were part of something great.

Until we had to go outside to go back to our car.

Did I forget to mention that there were zombies all over the world attacking and eating the living?....yeah, there were Zombies...and the world was lit in something like 'Diary of the Dead" style.

dream 12

Ever have an animated dream? Like, a seriously Stylized and perfectly choreographed, scened and cinematographic masterpiece that just made you 2 inches shy of a wet dream?

Honestly, I don't care if you ever have. Cause I did. And to be honest, with my pagan approach to the spiritual and the divine, and my Mormon upbringing and it's connection to dreams, I have never before felt such a presence of God so strongly. It was like brainstorming with the big guy Himself.
This is a project, a vision, a karma.
Not to mention, absolutely the corniest yet most expressively accurate animation for my life and friends.
Ever heard the song 'Convoy', Paul Brandt's version/cover? Yeah, I know, it's redneck, but redneck has always spoke to me.......it reminds me of rural honesty and honour.
The cartoon I dreamed/experienced was me and the College of Monarchs driving trucks to the song. Each Reign had their own vehicle in descending order of lead in the convoy.
I'll post more later, I just had to get this out and posted before I got distracted from it.....I've not felt this intoxication of creativity in so long.

dream 11

Let's just prefix this blog to acknowledge that during this time I have been on Back shift and have had irregular, if any, sleep patterns.

This particular dream came during my esophagus/stomach attack.....and not like some kind of guerrilla warfare attack, more of me mistaking medication and damn near going to the hospital mid-shift to be dealt with. However, I knew they'd just sit me in a corner and tell me to relax and then discharge me....might as well make money at work and do the same thing, right.

I got home from work after walking about 1 1/2 hours. The walk normally takes me TOPS 20 minutes. The pain was unreal, and discomfort wasn't even on the radar anymore.

When I got to sleep, I started to dream almost immediately. I fell into a frothing pile of people....regular normal everyday people. They kept rising and falling like bubbles in a pot of boiling water, but in a much slower fashion.

As I was in that group, they all needed to interact with me.....they all needed to tell me about their day, and what's wrong with he world and why they're upset/happy/concerned/distraught/content/fulfilled.....any variation of human experience.

Just as soon as one would be almost finished of telling me their story, despite the concentration needed to even accomplish such a task, the would move away and be carried away by the still bubbling crowd.

The one thing that i remember from the whole group is the absence of colour. There were no shocks, highlights and really any dark tones to note. Everyone seemed to be wearing variations the same colours. White, black, tan and neutral beige. Everyone had variations of brown hair. All skin tones were within a small range, but all races were there.

It was very disturbing. As each person was pushed away, so was I, and then pushed into a new group of people and new stories/complaints. Throughout the night I was woken up countless times writhing in pain and discomfort.

When I woke up the next night for work, I was exhausted. This dream was the first time in a long time to actually continue for 4 nights in a row. It's been no less than 10 years since the last time I've experienced anything like this.

dream 10

Gas masks, purple mist, brown adobe buildings in Edwardian architecture crumbling around me.

Some got under my mask and it smelled sweet and nutty.....like the smell of bark and rotting birch on a wet day. Then it stung and I felt my lips go numb. I couldn't talk.

Orange sky filled with planes and smoke.

I could hear screams, but didn't see anyone around me.

I jumped into a shelter, closed the door and sat in the dark still wearing my mask.

dream 10

Heaven, parking lot of Highland Square Mall, homeless vietnam vets

dream 9

I was playing hockey with 3 friends at the old rink back home in New Glasgow.

I never got to see their faces, but I knew that I could trust them.

After the game, we all went our seperate ways. I was going for coffee, so I opened the door to the parking lot and stepped out onto Spring Garden Road in Halifax.

Grabbed a coffee from a coffee shop that was doen over in Geiger's Style. The cappucino machine looked like some kind of spine-meets-italian plumbing get up done in silver with open flame lighting all over the place.

For some reason I was in a rush to get somewhere. But not one of those "Shit I'm gonna be late!" kinda rushes. More like "Running on schedule, keep the energy going kiddo" kinda rush.

I jet across the street to my meeting.....and that's about the end of it.

dream 8

So me and a lady bug friend were using slings to throw marshmellows at the sun.

They never quite made it, but we laughed anyways.

Then we had a picnic in the colouring book world and made our food funny colours.

Yeah, that was it.

Who says joy has to be complex?

dream 7

So, last night's dream was far from enjoyable. Which makes no sense because the day I had before I went to sleep was easily one of the best days I've had in a very long time. >thanks to all my girls<

I awoke in my dream on the floor of some large room, very 'SAW' looking kinda room. There was a girl there that I have never seen before, urging me to get up on my feet. We had to go, we had to get moving.

She was about 5'6", with dark curly hair, soft skin and big blue eyes. She wore some kind of coursette-action hero body armour with matching block heel boots. Then I noticed what I had on.

Looks like another hero dream. Black poly-vinyl-leather material body armour with large gloves suitable for smashing things, with brass covered wires connected to my back,and pieces of metal over the entire suit.

This is about the part that she started screaming at me again.....loudly. So, I started breaking down the wall and getting away from 'something'.

Again and again, wall after wall, through room after room, I kept breaking through. No two walls were the same.

Each room was differant as well. After the dungeon room, we were in an abandoned surgical bay, then a storage room, etc..

Ordinarily, this kind of dream would blend off into distant memory, but this dream kept going in vivid detail.

I woke up exhausted and in physical pain. I'll blame the dream for my soreness, not the fact I played baseball yesterday after a long refrain from physical activity.

dream 6

This dream made little to no sense for me, and unlike previous dreams I've had, I had little to no control over my actions and movements. That fact alone made the experience quite uncomfortable and distressing.

I was in a warehouse that was in dire need of repair. Rusted holes in the roof and support beams that were splintered and twisted. There were pieces of old farm equipment (like the steam powered kind from the late 1800's to the early 1900's...you know, with the metal wheels and such).

As I looked around the space, I realized how dangerous it was there. The creaking and moaning was louder than it should have been for the light breeze blowing through it. As I tried to move, my feet would not respond. When I looked down at them, they were fused into the floor and had seemed to grow some kind of root structure like a tree into the cement.

The breeze grew a bit stronger and I felt the presence of a crowd grow around me. The dust blew up in dark grey clouds which formed rough human shapes. Some had discernible faces, others had only hands or limbs that I could make out.

They swooped towards me, and through me, chilling me as they passed. They screamed random phrases in voices of pain and torment.

Couldn't run, couldn't scream, couldn't understand them.

Finally they returned to dust, and settled back on the ground. But as they all became piles on the floor, the floor itself turned into the same black dust and began to break apart into tiny particles. My feet were no free from their cement prison as the cement no longer existed. Soon, I was caught up in a swirl of spinning dust, the roof starting to fly apart and the beams croaking and screaming one last time, joining the chorus of whining wind, tortured voices and and screeching metal.

When I thought I could take no more, I let out a scream that seemed to stop the chaos in a super slow animation. With a loud clap that sounded similar to the sound and thump of jumping into cold ocean and your ear hits the water flat, the dust came rushing towards me solidifying around me like a stone cocoon.

dream 5

I'm bent down in front of Saks Fifth in Orlando, fixing my skates. They're black leather with gold stitching and golden blades. Something like a Steampunk bowling shoe with skate blades on the bottom.

The entire parking lot has a golden glow about it....like eternal dusk. The sodium street lights hum, but it's a melodic hum, like the after-ring of a timpani. Instead of the lot being paved with stone or concrete, it's a single sheet of some deep yellow metal.

I finish tying my skates, grab my shopping bags and skate off towards the hotel. The wind is soft and sweet as it blows past my face and as fast and as hard as I skate, my lungs seem more than capable of drawing whatever breath they need. The burn of my legs is a good burn.

As I realize this, I begin pushing harder and going faster, the beach getting closer and closer. As I reach the top of my speed, I hunker down and launch arms spread and kinda break free of my form into little particles of white and gold light.

It felt so good, like the ultimate release. I woke up with my arms spread out and the sun on my face. And, it's been a pretty good day.

dream 4

So, there I was in a dark alley, running from the cops. I had just sprayed a wall with a piece of art. It was a 12 foot long by 8 foot high font work.

It said simply "The why do you do it?". A phrase I picked up from a Guerrilla Art Site some months ago. It was used by spraying it on sidewalk tiles sporadically through a city to give people some introspection, in a word of seclusion without reason.

As I reached the end of the alley, i realized that I was cornered and had no way out.....but up. I lit off 2 smoke bombs and proceeded to leap from wall to wall to wall back and forth and always up, having the smoke cover my escape and of course add drama to the whole ordeal.

On the final jump, I landed on the rooftop of a bar and continued running across rooftops until I jumped off of one towards a garbage bin. Midfall, I dropped the backpack I had with me that contained all of my gear, but knew none of it had my fingerprints on it. Just to be sure, I ripped off my outfit (black on black cat burglar style) to reveal a respectable mid summer outfit ( of shorts, printed tee and sandals, threw the clothesinto the bag and lit a smoke bomb off in the bag.

Then I sauntered home and watched the sirens go whizzing up and down the street, grabbed a coffee and giggled to myself.