Dreamscape - May 19, 2011 - Mythological Beatdown

Last nights dream was awesome! It was a little reminiscent of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians premise but I love my brain for constructing this one!

I am in a downtown area of a large city. I reside here (I think it's the same city as the other large city in a dream a while back. Wild!) My professor comes up to me and says "They've found you" from that point on every mythological being from Greece and Rome begin a full on assault to wipe me off the face of the earth. Apparently, being from parents who have Northern European and reside near Northern American spirit sources I became the focal point for enough of those mythical beings power to be a serious threat to the Mediterranean Mythological Beings. (It's capitalized because they were an official club or society. I stole the card off a Harpy who's ass I totally kicked.)

I had a Windigo on my side, I got to borrow Odin's horse Sleipnir to ride around on and there were a host of pixies and other weird little beasties from the northern realms all helping out. There were also flocks and flocks of ravens from Europe and North America. It was awesome!

We fought a Minotaur, Satyrs, Helios and more but I only remember just sort of street fighting the rest of them. The Satyrs went up against the Windigo. Bad call for the Satyrs; Windigos are 'cannibals' and totally devoured them (I got to punch a few from on top of Sleipnir.) The Minotaur was an old fashioned smack down. We were street fighting with anything we could find at hand. Chairs, statues, a trellis of flowers, when the Minotaur fell down into a fountain something benevolent that I didn't see (Nessie?) took it out for good. Helios was the toughest. If anyone remembers any of the old Haida stories they will know what's coming up. I remembered that Raven stole the sun so I instructed all the black birds at my disposal to swarm up and they smothered him.

I really wish I had longer in this dream I was just hitting my destructive stride when I woke up. Oh well, maybe I'll continue tonight.

Dreamscape - May 18, 2011 - Blank

No dream last night. None that I remember at least. In it's place I was just musing about that Frog that would sing and dance in the Bugs Bunny cartoon.

"Hello my honey, hello my baby, hello my ragtime gal"

That frog! Frick was he funny. Looney Tunes is awesome. Violent, hilarious, cultured, and simultaneously crude. We must expose our children to these cartoons instead of Ben10 and all that other weird crap out there now (except Clone Wars I like that one.)

Is it just me or does the old, non computer generated animation look way more real to you? I was struck by a sense of visual relief that I didn't recognise at first when watching it the other day. My brain said to me, aaaahhh thank goodness something that is actually drawn.

On the same tangent, when is the last time that you wrote something other than your name? When is the last time you made a full sentence out of ink? The fact that you are actually pinpointing this or can't actually remember is odd isn't it? That means it's so significant or non-existent that this is an issue.

Write! Write yourself a haiku. No texting language allowed. Punctuate! Do it. Do it now!

Dreamscape - May 17, 2011 - Tool Video

Remember when we used to wait for Video Stew to come on on channel 3, one of four channels that we got, to watch four music videos a week? How much the world has changed in 20 years. I remember this because the director of video stew was cool enough to take a break from Madonna and Poison to play a video from Tool one week. I'll never forget seeing Sober on that TV that one had to turn the dial to go between channels. I loved Tool from that moment on.

The reason I bring this up is that I had a dream last night that looked like it was animated in the very same way. I don't remember what the dream was about. I just remember thinking " wow this is like that Tool video, I wonder how it's happening? Is this a movie? No I'm in it. Hmmm I must be dreaming. Sweet a lucid dream!" I then decided to start singing snippets of Tool songs while marveling in the animation show my mind gave me.

Dreamscape - May 16, 2011

This night was directly affected by my experiences that day. I was at a photoshoot for Three Eyes Tribal that day and it factors heavily in my dreams.

I dreamt that I was hanging out on a beautiful sunny sidewalk waiting for something to happen. A shopkeeper or strip mall security told me to jog off and that I was trespassing and I was pretty pissed at that. One thing you get to know working in the survey industry is that any person telling you to get off their property while you are on the sidewalk is completely out to lunch. Most property lines are between 30-200cm in from the sidewalk. We started to argue about this. While we were yelling about this a beige K-car drives up. It was in almost as good of a shape as you would expect a car of that vintage to be in 2011. Behind the wheel is Monique in her bright and amazing yellow 25yd skirt and a t-shirt covered in a pattern consisting of the blue eye that is found all over Turkish jewelry. She was gorgeous (no stretch there!)

Monique says "hop in this guy's a waste of time." I hop in the car and Monique does an awesome burnout that I didn't think possible in a beige K-car while I flip multiple birds laughing like I've been smelling lots of NO2. Monique was bathed in this beautiful yellow light and looked serene and impish all at once. How awesome. I asked her what happened to her actual car and she said, "Oh this is my rescue car, for when the alter ego comes to play" I started laughing even harder now and we sped down the street having a great time. We went for root beer floats, apparently Monique's alter ego isn't lactose intolerant.

Dreamscape - May 15, 2011 - Locker Tigers

I've been very delinquent in posting lately so I'll put in a few of the past nights dreams. I don't remember much anymore. Actually, now that I am being very conscious of my dreams I am retaining much more than I thought I would.

This nights dream was one of those weird ones where you are in a school of some sort. I was definitely in a hallway with lockers lining one side. All of those lockers were painted that cheap rusty orange colour they use when the don't want to spend any money on decent paint. I really wold love to meet the salesman that sold all public offices on the ugly colours. It can't be any harder to make nice colours for cheaper paint. Can it? Is there something about the abhorrence of a colour that makes it tougher? Who knows. We could have had style in all areas instead of those hideous oranges and odd blues and weird beige that are so predominant. Ahhh but I digress...

I was standing at this locker with two other people when someone came up pushing a large pallet jack with kennels on it. This person says to all of us "Alrighty! Here's your tigers. They're just babies so take care of them" (What??) We were each given a tiger in varying stages of kittenhood and the person moves on. I remember conversing with the other two people about why someone wold dole out animals to people that are so potentially dangerous. We kept them mind you, they were just babies after all. Fuzzy cute babies with lethal teeth and a penchant for rare meat. Actually, that sounds like Gwen on some days.

Dreamscape - May 12, 2011 - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

This dream started by me trying to get to my house. It was 'my house' but in another city and with a completely different life accompanying it. For one thing I was single and my friends were generic dream people again. I called one to come give me a ride to my apartment. 'Car friend guy' wasn't a friend at all and drove me to this weird little town in the middle of nowhere where people weren't allowed to have fun. I was to be detained with a sort of jailer / foster family.

The town was in the most beautiful little valley in lush hills of pine trees. It reminded me very much of the foothills or BC interior. There were pine trees everywhere giving off that awesome resin smell when the sun was shining. My detention house was at the top of the hill that the town was built on. At the bottom of the hill was a green lake. Nobody would swim in the lake. They were told that it was dangerous but it was really because swimming is fun especially when it's as nice and hot as it was.

When most of the foster family were off doing something apparently not fun, I convinced the remaining girl that there was actually no harm in having fun. She let down her guard just enough for me to get away. It was so beautiful there and so hot and nice I couldn't resist just sticking around and having a great time. I rode a chair on casters all the way down the winding road to the lake laughing like a maniac. I even got air on some of the speed bumps.

At the bottom by the lake I met the informal police force. They were basically locals in plain clothes making sure people didn't have fun. To get away and thumb my nose at them I jumped into the lake and splashed around and delighted in the water. The water had some sort of phosphorescent algae in it that swirled and made beautiful apple green patterns in the dark green water. To my delight, many of the younger townspeople started to join in. Soon there were dozens of people playing games and swimming.

I had to get out of the water some time. The enforcement team was waiting. This was when I hatched my brilliant plan. If I could get their leader on the 'fun train' I'd be off scott free. I sprang from the water on the opposite end of the beach and began making a bonfire to party around and have hot dogs and marshmallows over. The girl from the foster family was fully converted to 'team fun' and began helping out. The fun police got there. I realized that that if I drew them away everyone else could continue their fun. Started zig zag running, playfully teasing them to follow and laughing up the hill through the town. Only the leader chased me but the force was useless without him. He caught up about half way through the town which was just about enough time for him to realize that he was having fun. Triumph!

Now, what could be more fun than getting it on? Nothing comes to mind! The dude was nice looking and now that he was having a good time was actually a decent guy. Eventually, chase games and coy teases made it's way to more serious fun. It was really starting to get spicy, the way that university flings and those younger days of our lives were. The days when you could be fun and crazy because you knew there would be no need to start a relationship, consensual fun!

I don't know what happened to the townspeople, or the police guy. I just pulled a 'Littlest Hobo' by walking out of town once the 'festivities' were over.

Dreamscape - May 11, 2011 - Boating

We watched Pirates of the Carribean last night. It stands to reason I would have an awesome pirate dream and yet we all know reason has nothing to do with dreams. I did dream I was boating. More to the point I was trying to boat.

The dream began somewhere in the middle of everything as dreams often do. I was standing beside a large and lazy river. This river looked as if the Mississippi River was plunked down in the middle of Saskatchewan. Hmmmm, maybe this is what parts of Manitoba look like right now. Along the shore I was at were several large dingy or York boat style vessels. Every time I attempted to set foot in these large squat open boats they would fill with other people and set off. Finally I spyed a smaller version of the same boat and planted myself into her.

Soon the little boat was full. Aside from myself, it was occupied by Gwenivere, Corey, and four other tourists or random people and was ready to set out. We had no specific destination and I was convinced that we were bound for the opposite shore. Instead we just toured up and down teh same stretch of water over and over again. It was pointless and after a while I was just annoyed. (Anyone who ever had dinner on The Edmonton Queen will know exactly what this is like.) Since I was stuck in the boat and bored to tears I began looking to see how the little dingy got around. No oars, motors, sails, paddles, galley slaves, or any other form of conveyance. Now I was scared. This was creepy, I kept thinking that this was the river Styxx and we were all dead and I snuck on the dang boat and didn't pay so now we were screwed.

Whatever was to happen after that I cannot say. Sheamus woke up at 6:15 this morning and has been going hard ever since. Dang.

Dreamscape - May 11, 2011 - Boating

We watched Pirates of the Carribean last night. It stands to reason I would have an awesome pirate dream and yet we all know reason has nothing to do with dreams. I did dream I was boating. More to the point I was trying to boat.

The dream began somewhere in the middle of everything as dreams often do. I was standing beside a large and lazy river. This river looked as if the Mississippi River was plunked down in the middle of Saskatchewan. Hmmmm, maybe this is what parts of Manitoba look like right now. Along the shore I was at were several large dingy or York boat style vessels. Every time I attempted to set foot in these large squat open boats they would fill with other people and set off. Finally I spyed a smaller version of the same boat and planted myself into her.

Soon the little boat was full. Aside from myself, it was occupied by Gwenivere, Corey, and four other tourists or random people and was ready to set out. We had no specific destination and I was convinced that we were bound for the opposite shore. Instead we just toured up and down teh same stretch of water over and over again. It was pointless and after a while I was just annoyed. (Anyone who ever had dinner on The Edmonton Queen will know exactly what this is like.) Since I was stuck in the boat and bored to tears I began looking to see how the little dingy got around. No oars, motors, sails, paddles, galley slaves, or any other form of conveyance. Now I was scared. This was creepy, I kept thinking that this was the river Styxx and we were all dead and I snuck on the dang boat and didn't pay so now we were screwed.

Whatever was to happen after that I cannot say. Sheamus woke up at 6:15 this morning and has been going hard ever since. Dang.

Dreamscape - May 10, 2011 - There's No I in Beer

Last night's dream was awesome. I was super funny in it (at least I thought so.) I was doing fun stuff and it was odd in bits too.

I dreamt that I was out camping or something of that nature. The only way I can tell this is that I was sleeping outdoors. It was nicely cool and sleeping bags are so nice and warm so I was loving just laying around the place in them. I was laying around with my boyfriend and several other assorted friends and couples. (Does anyone else do this in thier dreams? Have random odd people as significant others? Sometimes I realize that these people aren't Corey and feel guilt or panic in my dreams.) While hanging out we saw some people walking by and called them over because they had hot dog buns and we had hotdogs. It was a match made in heaven!

Most of the dream consisted of sitting around telling stories and laughing etc. I don't remember much of it, I do remember someone spelling beer (the beverage) as bier (the casket stand) which I thought was funny and started laughing but I was also a bit smarmy about people's spelling and punctuation. If you've been following these notes surely you know that I have no right to cast that stone. To lighten the mood with the group of people who walked by I then decided to make my point in a more jovial manner by saying "There's no i in beer yet there is much beer in I!" and I began to slam down tankards (yes we had tankards) of beer like it was the last call before the four horsemen of the Apocalypse show up. Someone then said "hey weren't you drinking the Belinis?" at which point I started to grab a stick. The dream boyfriend and I started re-enacting the Kids in the Hall running gag sketch - Touch Paul Belini. It was fun.

I really should write more down as soon as I wake up because the conversations were interesting and the stories were things I haven't actually done in my life, I wish I could remember them.

Dreamscape - May 9, 2011 - Human Zeppelin

Lasts night's dream was fun. I was toodling around a orangey and sandy coloured city (for reference think Tattoine) on bicycles and having a great old time. I realized I forgot a birthday present back across the city on the other side of the river. Instead of biking back over we tied several huge colourful balloons of Helium or some other appropriate floatation gas around our waists to fly back over. Of course we needed to inhale huge quantities of this gas to make ourselves less 'material' and more 'etherial' and it also made for an awesome high.

The lot of us (about five people other than me that I have no idea who they actually were) flew around the orange sandy city pointing out dalmations, cool items that were often blue and places that had swimming pools. None of us human zeppelins could remember how to get down but being high it didn't matter that much. After a while we opted to pop only green balloons and most of us came crashing to the earth. When we went to the paramedics station the triage nurse was a guy I used to date a long time ago. He's a good guy but a real nutcase in real life so we said hello, masked our injuries and went out for nachos.

mmmmmmmmm nachos.

Dreamscape - May 10, 2011 - There's No I in Beer

Last night's dream was awesome. I was super funny in it (at least I thought so.) I was doing fun stuff and it was odd in bits too.

I dreamt that I was out camping or something of that nature. The only way I can tell this is that I was sleeping outdoors. It was nicely cool and sleeping bags are so nice and warm so I was loving just laying around the place in them. I was laying around with my boyfriend and several other assorted friends and couples. (Does anyone else do this in thier dreams? Have random odd people as significant others? Sometimes I realize that these people aren't Corey and feel guilt or panic in my dreams.) While hanging out we saw some people walking by and called them over because they had hot dog buns and we had hotdogs. It was a match made in heaven!

Most of the dream consisted of sitting around telling stories and laughing etc. I don't remember much of it, I do remember someone spelling beer (the beverage) as bier (the casket stand) which I thought was funny and started laughing but I was also a bit smarmy about people's spelling and punctuation. If you've been following these notes surely you know that I have no right to cast that stone. To lighten the mood with the group of people who walked by I then decided to make my point in a more jovial manner by saying "There's no i in beer yet there is much beer in I!" and I began to slam down tankards (yes we had tankards) of beer like it was the last call before the four horsemen of the Apocalypse show up. Someone then said "hey weren't you drinking the Belinis?" at which point I started to grab a stick. The dream boyfriend and I started re-enacting the Kids in the Hall running gag sketch - Touch Paul Belini. It was fun.

I really should write more down as soon as I wake up because the conversations were interesting and the stories were things I haven't actually done in my life, I wish I could remember them.

Dreamscape - May 9, 2011 - Human Zeppelin

Lasts night's dream was fun. I was toodling around a orangey and sandy coloured city (for reference think Tattoine) on bicycles and having a great old time. I realized I forgot a birthday present back across the city on the other side of the river. Instead of biking back over we tied several huge colourful balloons of Helium or some other appropriate floatation gas around our waists to fly back over. Of course we needed to inhale huge quantities of this gas to make ourselves less 'material' and more 'etherial' and it also made for an awesome high.

The lot of us (about five people other than me that I have no idea who they actually were) flew around the orange sandy city pointing out dalmations, cool items that were often blue and places that had swimming pools. None of us human zeppelins could remember how to get down but being high it didn't matter that much. After a while we opted to pop only green balloons and most of us came crashing to the earth. When we went to the paramedics station the triage nurse was a guy I used to date a long time ago. He's a good guy but a real nutcase in real life so we said hello, masked our injuries and went out for nachos.

mmmmmmmmm nachos.

Dreamscape - May 8 - No Dice

I can't remember any dreams from today. As an aside, one of the only 'tells' I have that I am actually dreaming is that elevators never function properly. Not enough of a disfunction to be fatal but enough to be distressing and annoying.

For Example:

If I am in an elevator and the doors close but I don't get anywhere - Dream

If I am in an elevator and it only goes the wrong direction - Dream

If the elevator has no buttons that make any sense - Dream

If the elevator's buttons are covered in stuff that I shouldn't touch - Downtown Edmonton

If the elevator stops halfway between floors to let people out - Dream

If the elevator is glass and goes in any direction - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

If the elevator shudders and gets stuck all the time - Dream

For some reason elevators never EVER work for me in dreams and my dreaming self always sighs and wishes I took the stairs. Mind you in these elevator dream scenarios there is never any stairs either. Sigh.

Dreamscape - May 7, 2011 - What's Your Problem Dude?

I am so impressed that I am remembering dreams from every night! This one is a bit dodgy because it's already starting to slip my mind but here goes...

I was standing around listening to Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People. Where the music is coming from in dreams I have no idea. There's never a radio on or anything visible that shows you where the music comes from. Maybe it's my brain adding a soundtrack.

There were people standing around basically doing nothing. It's like the spares I used to get at highschool, what a waste of life those were. Suddenly someone started to complain about everything and anything. Don't get me wrong I love to complain but this was a little too much. I reached down into a bag and pulled out a tan, brown, cream and black cowichan sweater and put it on. It looked very much like the one The Dude in The Big Lebowski wears. I was suddenly struck by this very thought and turned to the person and said "What's your problem dude?" in my best Lebowski-esque voice. Some people laughed and others looked shocked. To the shocked people I then said "Come on man,it's not like I farted on the queen or anything! Fucking squares" and rolled my eyes. (I wish I was this funny and beligerent in real life.)

The Complainer then started to posture and poke me with a finger to which I said " poke me again with that finger and I'll bite the fucker off" and my friend Sheila laughed a side splitting gut aching laugh and said "She will man, she's fucking crazy!" My sister Cat was there laughing her ass off too. I then opened a bag of Major League Chew and started throwing all the dusty pink sprinkles around the place shouting "Bon Voyage!" (I know, really wierd hey!) Everyone was super happy about being sprinkled with the gum. Everyone danced around like drunks at a bush party. From there it gets fuzzy (like any good bush party) and I remember trashing an ugly car with a mace and some crazy long flails with spiky parts on the end. All the car trashers got on mountain bikes and were going to ride somewhere to have fun. I, still wearing the Lebowski sweater, prepared to go to.

Sadly, I woke up. Dang, I would have loved to see where this one ended up. I also want to find some Major League Chew Gum, The pink stuff not the shitty grape flavour.

Dreamscape - May 8 - No Dice

I can't remember any dreams from today. As an aside, one of the only 'tells' I have that I am actually dreaming is that elevators never function properly. Not enough of a disfunction to be fatal but enough to be distressing and annoying.

For Example:

If I am in an elevator and the doors close but I don't get anywhere - Dream

If I am in an elevator and it only goes the wrong direction - Dream

If the elevator has no buttons that make any sense - Dream

If the elevator's buttons are covered in stuff that I shouldn't touch - Downtown Edmonton

If the elevator stops halfway between floors to let people out - Dream

If the elevator is glass and goes in any direction - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

If the elevator shudders and gets stuck all the time - Dream

For some reason elevators never EVER work for me in dreams and my dreaming self always sighs and wishes I took the stairs. Mind you in these elevator dream scenarios there is never any stairs either. Sigh.

Dreamscape May 6, 2011 - Auto Show

I remembered a dream from last night. It's a bit odd and has no profound point to it. Well, none that I can see yet.

I was travelling down a maze of one way streets. The sort of maze of one way streets that Calgary has but not as confined or dismal. I was needing to find my car. A sweet assed car by the way. It was a '69 Chevy Camaro that was metallic flecked royal blue. I was going to enter in and my computer into a show for geeks who liked muscle cars. (Hold on it gets wierder.) When I finally found the car and computer they were both covered in crayon scribbles and shaving cream and all sorts of doodles and messes. I got them all cleaned off and started to get everything ready for the show.

This person who was my friend (but one of those faceless people of the dream realm) came over to tell me that I was the only one without a Mac entering the competition. I thought that was weird if you were going to appeal to geeks who liked muscle cars surely one would require the systems built for gaming. The friend (I can't tell if it was a guy or girl) then asked what I was going to wear? Muscle cars almost always had chicks in bikinis. I said "Nope I'm going to wear my regular clothes and a knight's helmet. (WTF? Dreams are so odd)

After getting preped and ready we headed on our way to the show which looked like a Midaeval Tournament. I was pretty glad I opted for the helmet now. After that it just faded out and I can't remember any more.

Damn I wish I had that car. It was F#%King Sweeeeeet!

Dreamscape - May 7, 2011 - What's Your Problem Dude?

I am so impressed that I am remembering dreams from every night! This one is a bit dodgy because it's already starting to slip my mind but here goes...

I was standing around listening to Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People. Where the music is coming from in dreams I have no idea. There's never a radio on or anything visible that shows you where the music comes from. Maybe it's my brain adding a soundtrack.

There were people standing around basically doing nothing. It's like the spares I used to get at highschool, what a waste of life those were. Suddenly someone started to complain about everything and anything. Don't get me wrong I love to complain but this was a little too much. I reached down into a bag and pulled out a tan, brown, cream and black cowichan sweater and put it on. It looked very much like the one The Dude in The Big Lebowski wears. I was suddenly struck by this very thought and turned to the person and said "What's your problem dude?" in my best Lebowski-esque voice. Some people laughed and others looked shocked. To the shocked people I then said "Come on man,it's not like I farted on the queen or anything! Fucking squares" and rolled my eyes. (I wish I was this funny and beligerent in real life.)

The Complainer then started to posture and poke me with a finger to which I said " poke me again with that finger and I'll bite the fucker off" and my friend Sheila laughed a side splitting gut aching laugh and said "She will man, she's fucking crazy!" My sister Cat was there laughing her ass off too. I then opened a bag of Major League Chew and started throwing all the dusty pink sprinkles around the place shouting "Bon Voyage!" (I know, really wierd hey!) Everyone was super happy about being sprinkled with the gum. Everyone danced around like drunks at a bush party. From there it gets fuzzy (like any good bush party) and I remember trashing an ugly car with a mace and some crazy long flails with spiky parts on the end. All the car trashers got on mountain bikes and were going to ride somewhere to have fun. I, still wearing the Lebowski sweater, prepared to go to.

Sadly, I woke up. Dang, I would have loved to see where this one ended up. I also want to find some Major League Chew Gum, The pink stuff not the shitty grape flavour.

Dreamscape May 6, 2011 - Auto Show

I remembered a dream from last night. It's a bit odd and has no profound point to it. Well, none that I can see yet.

I was travelling down a maze of one way streets. The sort of maze of one way streets that Calgary has but not as confined or dismal. I was needing to find my car. A sweet assed car by the way. It was a '69 Chevy Camaro that was metallic flecked royal blue. I was going to enter in and my computer into a show for geeks who liked muscle cars. (Hold on it gets wierder.) When I finally found the car and computer they were both covered in crayon scribbles and shaving cream and all sorts of doodles and messes. I got them all cleaned off and started to get everything ready for the show.

This person who was my friend (but one of those faceless people of the dream realm) came over to tell me that I was the only one without a Mac entering the competition. I thought that was weird if you were going to appeal to geeks who liked muscle cars surely one would require the systems built for gaming. The friend (I can't tell if it was a guy or girl) then asked what I was going to wear? Muscle cars almost always had chicks in bikinis. I said "Nope I'm going to wear my regular clothes and a knight's helmet. (WTF? Dreams are so odd)

After getting preped and ready we headed on our way to the show which looked like a Midaeval Tournament. I was pretty glad I opted for the helmet now. After that it just faded out and I can't remember any more.

Damn I wish I had that car. It was F#%King Sweeeeeet!

Dreamscape May 5/ 11 "Catch and Release"

For the past week I have been having so many lucid and/or vivid dreams. It's time I started writing these things down.

Last night I dreamed that I was competing with others to open up a sushi bar and retreat on some crazy little island. I desparately tried to keep it eco friendly and self sustaining. People got to go out with an expert spear hunter and catch one fish. This fish they got to eat, but they had to eat the whole fish or share with someone not catching their own. It was kept small and respectful of the surrounding waters. It was awesome. People appreciated the environment around them for the beauty and the way that it nourished them.

Sadly, every time I managed to get a nice little thing happening huge hotel chains and money grubbers set up shop right next to me and destroyed the beautiful landscape. Suddenly there were paved trails where there used to be small paths. Tour groups tramped through breeding grounds and shampooed and washed in the streams and lakes. Thousands of people were milling around, pushing and taking souveniers, trampling the delicate plants and soils and leaving garbage.

The bright cyan coloured ocean and white sands full of shells (because nobody was allowed to take them when I was around) were covered with angry looking frothing green algae and smelled terrible. I cried every time this happened and tried to clean it up. Nobody else seemed to care but Corey and my few patrons. It was horrible, it was like the earth was welling up and trying to destroy these huge resort complexes like your body reacting to a sliver. I always left to find a new place to love and in many ways hoped that the earth would win and destroy everything she didn't put there. I always felt bad for being the person who first found and invited people to these beautiful places. It was my love of them that attracted the big resorts and so it was my love that ultimately destroyed what I held so dear.

Sorry Earth.

Dreamscape May 5/ 11 "Catch and Release"

For the past week I have been having so many lucid and/or vivid dreams. It's time I started writing these things down.

Last night I dreamed that I was competing with others to open up a sushi bar and retreat on some crazy little island. I desparately tried to keep it eco friendly and self sustaining. People got to go out with an expert spear hunter and catch one fish. This fish they got to eat, but they had to eat the whole fish or share with someone not catching their own. It was kept small and respectful of the surrounding waters. It was awesome. People appreciated the environment around them for the beauty and the way that it nourished them.

Sadly, every time I managed to get a nice little thing happening huge hotel chains and money grubbers set up shop right next to me and destroyed the beautiful landscape. Suddenly there were paved trails where there used to be small paths. Tour groups tramped through breeding grounds and shampooed and washed in the streams and lakes. Thousands of people were milling around, pushing and taking souveniers, trampling the delicate plants and soils and leaving garbage.

The bright cyan coloured ocean and white sands full of shells (because nobody was allowed to take them when I was around) were covered with angry looking frothing green algae and smelled terrible. I cried every time this happened and tried to clean it up. Nobody else seemed to care but Corey and my few patrons. It was horrible, it was like the earth was welling up and trying to destroy these huge resort complexes like your body reacting to a sliver. I always left to find a new place to love and in many ways hoped that the earth would win and destroy everything she didn't put there. I always felt bad for being the person who first found and invited people to these beautiful places. It was my love of them that attracted the big resorts and so it was my love that ultimately destroyed what I held so dear.

Sorry Earth.