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Sunday, June 28, 2015
six early morning half asleep horror dreams
"nightmares" i guess is the word. then two links.
1. "61:12"
i'm leaving a meeting at work, and turn the corner in the hallway, only to be stopped by someone from high school. i haven't seen her since then. "they're having sex!" she maniacally cackles at me.
"what?"
she points down at a pile of three pink throw pillows next to the wall. "they're having sex!"
i wander away, and try to find my office. i open a door, and inside is a brightly decorated place, with all sorts of plants and photos and filled in calendars. "whoops, wrong office," i think to myself. "good thing no one was naked inside." i go down a few more doors, and open my office. it's completely empty except for my desk and a cardboard box. it's a drab grey color, and it seems to suck all the color out of everything. i go in and sit down.
i wake up with a start, realizing that i must have fallen asleep at work. i look around, but the office door is closed, so no one would have seen me sleeping. i look at the clock, and it tells me it's 61:12 o'clock. i get up to look at it, and i see outside the window that the sky is the color of fire, and everything else is a ashy grey color.
2. "eyes"
i'm at home, watching stuff on youtube. my laptop screen flashes, and then goes black. i jab at the keyboard to make it come back, and it shows like three different half illuminated scenes all at once. the video i was watching, words typing, and some other video. they're overlaid and mixed together, like it's trying to display all of them at the same time. i close and open the screen to make it reset, and it eventually switches back to the youtube video. but it's all wrong. the tv show or whatever it's from doesn't work right. characters stop mid sentence and turn to look at me. it then switches to a different scene, but they all degenerate the same way.
3. "eyes 2"
i've just gotten out of the shower, and i'm using the one towel that's just slightly smaller than my other towels, so it's hard to pull around and keep closed. but i'm also at work, and two people from another department have stopped by. "we need you to do this thing for us," they start. it doesn't matter that they're not my boss, and that i have no idea how to do what they want because it's not something i know how to do, they keep insisting that i have to do this for them. while i'm trying very hard to not be completely naked at work.
more people stop by, and set up a conference around my desk. at least while i'm sitting, i only need to keep one side totally covered. there are like seven other people talking, and i kind of fade back, letting them all shout over each other about this project they want me to do. i look up, and they're all staring at me. not talking, not doing anything else, just staring. they way they're doing it, it's no longer like they're seven people, but just one mind with seven appendages.
this is the point where i realize that i know it's a dream, and that i can do things. i'm the thing they're attached to. i make them all flail their heads around and gibber. i look away and look back, and they're staring again, but they have no eyes. i look away and look back, and all their faces are scrambled. a mouth is added to replace an eye. eyes replace noses. but due to some reason, the eyes are identical, as are the mouths. i can only replace things if everything is the same across all of the people.
4. "car"
i have some friends at my house. we're going to go somewhere. i'm going to drive, but my car is filled with trash. "give me a minute, and i'll clear this out." i start throwing empty water bottles and fast food napkins into a trash bag, but things don't seem to get better. by the time i have the front seat done, it's been like an hour of work. no one else seems to be helping, so i try to see what they've been doing.
i get out of the car, and there is a table and chairs set up in the parking space next to mine. "where did that come from?"
"your trunk"
"i don't have that. put that back, because my neighbor might come home and get angry that she can't park in her space." i start to work on the back seat, but they keep taking more furniture out of my trunk, cluttering up the entire garage. i walk around, and one of the friends is closing the trunk lid. "stop that! i want to see inside!" she stares at me while she closes the trunk, but before it shuts, i see that there's just a black nothing inside it.
5. "return flight"
i'm coming home after visiting friends, and i'm trying to check in at the airport. but there aren't any regular check in lines, just a maze like room filled with different machines. there are workers standing around, but none of them are helping people find a machine or anything. they're all labeled like "only for GZYP!" and "MMM users!" none of that makes any sense. i finally stop at one labeled "for YM" and try to check in. i fumble for a card, and it beeps, and shows my name. the screen turns on, but it's facing the ceiling, so it's at a weird angle for me. i see it's hinged, so i pull it up so i can see it better. however, instead of just being flat, it's showing me like a 3d projection of the plane, with my seat highlighted. as i move the screen, everything overlaps because they just rotate with the screen. "it's for taller people," i say to myself.
i keep trying to check in, and i notice that the plane is too short. those tiny planes don't fly to hawaii. i click on something, and it shows that i'm flying from san francisco to oakland, then to boston, london, and tokyo. i start to panic, because it's like all the places i've ever looked at to fly to are in this one ticket. i look around to see who i can talk to to change it so i can just go home, but no one seems to care. my breathing speeds up, and i can feel the panic attack hit.
i slump over the machine, and look up to see a group of people walk up to an old lady. "let us help you get this all sorted out," they say to her. i wave wildly at them, struggling to not choke as my panicked breathing flutters in and out. one of the workers looks over at me, frowns, and then continues to ignore me.
6. "ghosts"
i've somehow got some gunk on my fingers, and need to wash it off. i walk to the "bathroom" in the apartment building (that isn't mine, and i'm not sure what it is). i see someone who helps me get the door open, and i walk in and turn on the light. it's not a real bathroom, but a long hallway that turns to the right. in the corner, there's a sink though. i walk down to the sink, and glance down past the corner, seeing two or three people going into their rooms.
i wash my hands, keeping my back to the wall because something feels weird. i look back down the hallway, and there are now clearly two people going into their room. one is a very old man, and he walks in a halting stumble. just as he gets to the door, the woman further down the hallway glides to her door. i look over to get some paper towels, and i look back the way i came. a short pregnant lady is walking towards me, then turns, and goes to her room.
i look back behind me, and the old man and woman have reset, and are returning to their rooms again. i start to walk back to the doorway, pausing slightly to avoid the pregnant woman, and then dashing past as she reaches her door.
===
maybe not the best, or even properly scary if you don't have the half-asleep brain state, but since they all piled up this morning, i felt i either had to write them down or proper wake up to flush them out of my head. i'd forgotten the car one until i started writing, and went back to add that back in.
anyway, link 1. i think i've linked to this before, but hopefully everyone is reading the sunstone stuff at deviant art. it's really good stuff. bondage, sex, realistically misunderstood feelings and relationship stuff. this one was particularly funny to me.
link 2. i saw it this morning and it made me giggle, so i'm sharing it here for you too. i hope pswkua does more short story stuff.
1. "61:12"
i'm leaving a meeting at work, and turn the corner in the hallway, only to be stopped by someone from high school. i haven't seen her since then. "they're having sex!" she maniacally cackles at me.
"what?"
she points down at a pile of three pink throw pillows next to the wall. "they're having sex!"
i wander away, and try to find my office. i open a door, and inside is a brightly decorated place, with all sorts of plants and photos and filled in calendars. "whoops, wrong office," i think to myself. "good thing no one was naked inside." i go down a few more doors, and open my office. it's completely empty except for my desk and a cardboard box. it's a drab grey color, and it seems to suck all the color out of everything. i go in and sit down.
i wake up with a start, realizing that i must have fallen asleep at work. i look around, but the office door is closed, so no one would have seen me sleeping. i look at the clock, and it tells me it's 61:12 o'clock. i get up to look at it, and i see outside the window that the sky is the color of fire, and everything else is a ashy grey color.
2. "eyes"
i'm at home, watching stuff on youtube. my laptop screen flashes, and then goes black. i jab at the keyboard to make it come back, and it shows like three different half illuminated scenes all at once. the video i was watching, words typing, and some other video. they're overlaid and mixed together, like it's trying to display all of them at the same time. i close and open the screen to make it reset, and it eventually switches back to the youtube video. but it's all wrong. the tv show or whatever it's from doesn't work right. characters stop mid sentence and turn to look at me. it then switches to a different scene, but they all degenerate the same way.
3. "eyes 2"
i've just gotten out of the shower, and i'm using the one towel that's just slightly smaller than my other towels, so it's hard to pull around and keep closed. but i'm also at work, and two people from another department have stopped by. "we need you to do this thing for us," they start. it doesn't matter that they're not my boss, and that i have no idea how to do what they want because it's not something i know how to do, they keep insisting that i have to do this for them. while i'm trying very hard to not be completely naked at work.
more people stop by, and set up a conference around my desk. at least while i'm sitting, i only need to keep one side totally covered. there are like seven other people talking, and i kind of fade back, letting them all shout over each other about this project they want me to do. i look up, and they're all staring at me. not talking, not doing anything else, just staring. they way they're doing it, it's no longer like they're seven people, but just one mind with seven appendages.
this is the point where i realize that i know it's a dream, and that i can do things. i'm the thing they're attached to. i make them all flail their heads around and gibber. i look away and look back, and they're staring again, but they have no eyes. i look away and look back, and all their faces are scrambled. a mouth is added to replace an eye. eyes replace noses. but due to some reason, the eyes are identical, as are the mouths. i can only replace things if everything is the same across all of the people.
4. "car"
i have some friends at my house. we're going to go somewhere. i'm going to drive, but my car is filled with trash. "give me a minute, and i'll clear this out." i start throwing empty water bottles and fast food napkins into a trash bag, but things don't seem to get better. by the time i have the front seat done, it's been like an hour of work. no one else seems to be helping, so i try to see what they've been doing.
i get out of the car, and there is a table and chairs set up in the parking space next to mine. "where did that come from?"
"your trunk"
"i don't have that. put that back, because my neighbor might come home and get angry that she can't park in her space." i start to work on the back seat, but they keep taking more furniture out of my trunk, cluttering up the entire garage. i walk around, and one of the friends is closing the trunk lid. "stop that! i want to see inside!" she stares at me while she closes the trunk, but before it shuts, i see that there's just a black nothing inside it.
5. "return flight"
i'm coming home after visiting friends, and i'm trying to check in at the airport. but there aren't any regular check in lines, just a maze like room filled with different machines. there are workers standing around, but none of them are helping people find a machine or anything. they're all labeled like "only for GZYP!" and "MMM users!" none of that makes any sense. i finally stop at one labeled "for YM" and try to check in. i fumble for a card, and it beeps, and shows my name. the screen turns on, but it's facing the ceiling, so it's at a weird angle for me. i see it's hinged, so i pull it up so i can see it better. however, instead of just being flat, it's showing me like a 3d projection of the plane, with my seat highlighted. as i move the screen, everything overlaps because they just rotate with the screen. "it's for taller people," i say to myself.
i keep trying to check in, and i notice that the plane is too short. those tiny planes don't fly to hawaii. i click on something, and it shows that i'm flying from san francisco to oakland, then to boston, london, and tokyo. i start to panic, because it's like all the places i've ever looked at to fly to are in this one ticket. i look around to see who i can talk to to change it so i can just go home, but no one seems to care. my breathing speeds up, and i can feel the panic attack hit.
i slump over the machine, and look up to see a group of people walk up to an old lady. "let us help you get this all sorted out," they say to her. i wave wildly at them, struggling to not choke as my panicked breathing flutters in and out. one of the workers looks over at me, frowns, and then continues to ignore me.
6. "ghosts"
i've somehow got some gunk on my fingers, and need to wash it off. i walk to the "bathroom" in the apartment building (that isn't mine, and i'm not sure what it is). i see someone who helps me get the door open, and i walk in and turn on the light. it's not a real bathroom, but a long hallway that turns to the right. in the corner, there's a sink though. i walk down to the sink, and glance down past the corner, seeing two or three people going into their rooms.
i wash my hands, keeping my back to the wall because something feels weird. i look back down the hallway, and there are now clearly two people going into their room. one is a very old man, and he walks in a halting stumble. just as he gets to the door, the woman further down the hallway glides to her door. i look over to get some paper towels, and i look back the way i came. a short pregnant lady is walking towards me, then turns, and goes to her room.
i look back behind me, and the old man and woman have reset, and are returning to their rooms again. i start to walk back to the doorway, pausing slightly to avoid the pregnant woman, and then dashing past as she reaches her door.
===
maybe not the best, or even properly scary if you don't have the half-asleep brain state, but since they all piled up this morning, i felt i either had to write them down or proper wake up to flush them out of my head. i'd forgotten the car one until i started writing, and went back to add that back in.
anyway, link 1. i think i've linked to this before, but hopefully everyone is reading the sunstone stuff at deviant art. it's really good stuff. bondage, sex, realistically misunderstood feelings and relationship stuff. this one was particularly funny to me.
link 2. i saw it this morning and it made me giggle, so i'm sharing it here for you too. i hope pswkua does more short story stuff.
Monday, March 30, 2015
today was a shitty day
mostly because i had a giant panic attack at work, and even my boss was like, "hey, it's ok, don't worry so much." so. i guess he now knows that i'm kind of gone crazy.
also, did you know that the maps on craigslist just completely ignore the ala wai canal? i mean, sure, you don't have to put roads that don't exist, but you can't just pretend that what's clearly water is land. see?
and no, i'm not looking to buy a mannequin. i noticed it earlier, and just searched around in "arts and crafts" until i found a result that had the map i wanted to show. those kid mannequins are creepy, right?
finally, none of these thoughts are related at all. i just sometimes have thoughts and have to share, but don't have a good place to share them. so they end up here.
sorry.
also, did you know that the maps on craigslist just completely ignore the ala wai canal? i mean, sure, you don't have to put roads that don't exist, but you can't just pretend that what's clearly water is land. see?
and no, i'm not looking to buy a mannequin. i noticed it earlier, and just searched around in "arts and crafts" until i found a result that had the map i wanted to show. those kid mannequins are creepy, right?
finally, none of these thoughts are related at all. i just sometimes have thoughts and have to share, but don't have a good place to share them. so they end up here.
sorry.
Monday, February 23, 2015
"You cannot modify more than 50 entries at once."
oh come on, you stupid thing. first you're all "In the coming weeks, we'll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually explicit or graphic nude images or video. We'll still allow nudity presented in artistic, educational, documentary, or scientific contexts, or where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not taking action on the content."
so instead of eating dinner, i'm looking through old posts to find which ones have images and video that aren't ok now, and then setting them to draft so you don't delete everything like you did last time.
but i can't change more than 50 at once? then why even have an option to see 100 posts at a time, blogger? why is that a possibility if i can't actually do anything?
i think i have everything set to draft mode now, so hopefully i won't have my second blog deleted. i also had to take down Mr. Sador's art that i've been using as a title thing. however, i don't know how to change the title text, so it's hidden in the background color. crap.
i'm guessing my videos are ok, since they're all youtube embeds. is youtube legal, blogger?
if anyone sees something that looks like i should probably get rid of it, put a comment on it, and i'll fix it that way.
i can't quite figure out if fiction is now illegal too. i'm going to assume it's ok, as long as there aren't images. that's what hte email says. still, everyone should probably remember my tumblr, just in case this all disappears. i don't want to switch to there completely, because i really don't like the tumblr editor thingy.
so yeah. thanks for taking an already shitty monday, and making it even shittier, blogger.
:(
so instead of eating dinner, i'm looking through old posts to find which ones have images and video that aren't ok now, and then setting them to draft so you don't delete everything like you did last time.
but i can't change more than 50 at once? then why even have an option to see 100 posts at a time, blogger? why is that a possibility if i can't actually do anything?
i think i have everything set to draft mode now, so hopefully i won't have my second blog deleted. i also had to take down Mr. Sador's art that i've been using as a title thing. however, i don't know how to change the title text, so it's hidden in the background color. crap.
i'm guessing my videos are ok, since they're all youtube embeds. is youtube legal, blogger?
if anyone sees something that looks like i should probably get rid of it, put a comment on it, and i'll fix it that way.
i can't quite figure out if fiction is now illegal too. i'm going to assume it's ok, as long as there aren't images. that's what hte email says. still, everyone should probably remember my tumblr, just in case this all disappears. i don't want to switch to there completely, because i really don't like the tumblr editor thingy.
so yeah. thanks for taking an already shitty monday, and making it even shittier, blogger.
:(
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
for fucks sake.
i have to get up early tomorrow.
because we have to do a telecon the day after a three day weekend. because of course we do.
why would that be a problem? you've only had THREE DAYS to go learn how not sleeping in works.
"plus, we have kids and shit, and so we wake up the same time everyday, so why does that matter?"
seriously. this is why i hate people and wish they'd die. not all of us get to have families, you jerks.
but anyway, i took the sleeping pill.
no
fucking
effect.
i'm up and writing this post, and wtf?
anyway, you'll probably get an exhibition story tomorrow. it's written, i just need to do the last proofread on it.
sorry people who wanted more spa treatment. i can only write what my brain wants to write. this was the decision.
because we have to do a telecon the day after a three day weekend. because of course we do.
why would that be a problem? you've only had THREE DAYS to go learn how not sleeping in works.
"plus, we have kids and shit, and so we wake up the same time everyday, so why does that matter?"
seriously. this is why i hate people and wish they'd die. not all of us get to have families, you jerks.
but anyway, i took the sleeping pill.
no
fucking
effect.
i'm up and writing this post, and wtf?
anyway, you'll probably get an exhibition story tomorrow. it's written, i just need to do the last proofread on it.
sorry people who wanted more spa treatment. i can only write what my brain wants to write. this was the decision.
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