Vengance: A Girl and His Dog...

My entire nite's sleep consisted of the same dream - over and over again - the only thing that changed was the type of gun I was shot to death with, and physical location.

The other night my boyfriend had called to ease his mind because he had a nightmare that I played a roll in. He didn't elaborate - but not to be outdone, my brain created a nightmare in which HE played a roll...

It was something to the effect of a slew of homies were moving into my quiet countryside hometown. And they weren't just the young idiots you see loitering at the mall. They were those inner-city maniacs that have no apparent value system and think bullying and intimidation are normal social skills...
Yeah... Those...
So here they are, practically invading Afton, causing all sorts of problems. They were loud, obnoxious, and dangerous... There started to be drive-bys, robberies, and the neighborhoods started to look ruined from litter and broken whatever...
In the dream, I was still living at the house that in real life I had grown up in, but every other aspect of my life was the same...
It was a typical day in this changing town. My boyfriend and I decided to go grocery shopping at the small store downtown. In the parking lot, however, a sizable gathering of homies stood around. For whatever reason (like they need one), they started giving my boyfriend and I a hard time. I don't know what it was about, but suddenly they were in our face, exchanging smart-ass remarks. I was becoming quite uncomfortable with it...
I didn't see the gun, or who shot him, but I heard it. My boyfriend didn't even get his hand to his chest - it was all in slow-motion. Everyone scattered before he had even hit the pavement. And suddenly I'm the only one standing there, groceries in my hands, and he's laying before me spilling copious amounts of red from a hole in his chest...

Other than being horrified, I don’t recall what happened next. My dream skipped to me being back at home, loading a small arsenal of guns into my car - feeling very, very pissed off… With a small automatic at my side, I opened the passenger door for my late boyfriend’s big black dog. She jumped in, and we left seeking revenge…

Again my dream skipped. I’d apparently tracked down the group who’d murdered my boyfriend, and we were having a shoot out of our own… This is where my dream kept changing…

In one scenario I was practically shredded in half by a hail of assault rifle bullets, which, if you’ve ever seen assault rifle damage, you know it’s much like putting meat into a blender… In another scenario I was shot in the chest with a shotgun. For that, picture a ¾ stick of dynamite exploding in your chest. And in yet another, I was shot in the face with some sort of pistol – so imagine the sound “SPLORK,” a mist of your own blood, and shards of your skull separating…

These aren’t pleasant things when it’s so vivid, and seems so real. Interesting descriptions, sure, but anything but pleasant dreams…

School Girl...

At long last, I'm returning to college...
I'd previously attended college from '97-'00, but lost interest. I felt like I was wasting my time there since I didn't have any real scholarly goals or desire to be there. Thirteen years in a small town school was plenty enough for me.
Thank you.
Exactly as I'd wanted, I quit college, travelled, worked...
Lived a little...
And upon deciding what I really wanted to do, have now re-enrolled.

I'm a school girl again...

And still working full time, on top of it all.
Tuesday I start classes: Human bio and a computer course. Both have labs as well. It will be a good leap back into things and both classes are directly required for the degree I'm working toward.
If I like it enough, perhaps I'll eventually go on to Nuclear Medicine.
I'm equally excited, nervous, and to some degree bummed...
In ways I feel like I'm stepping backward, as much as I know this is stepping forward...

Eating the Dead...

My nightmares are starting to return.
I don't think I've had a bad dream since right around my birthday...
Back in February...
For whatever reason, I can tell when they're about to start coming back around... I had a feeling this would happen...

Last night, sitting in pews in a sort of open-air congregation - devoid of ceiling, nor walls other than being encircled by a forrest of evergreens - a gathering of people and I were taking communion by eating the dead...
There was no pastor or preaching... Just this sort of non-descript man handing out bits of human corpse and bread... There was purpose to it, tho it was never explained in my dream. And indeed we were repulsed by it - yet we consumed it for a reason... Among us were dancers in exotic, almost Arabic, yet more fanciful veil-like garb. Candles were lit. The sky was a deep shade of dusky blue. There also were birds of which species do not in reality exist - tho they were much like yellow and black finches. For whatever reason, I had gone to a branch they sat upon and had two of them perch on two of my fingers of my left hand. They seemed content sitting there whilst I lounged in the pew, watching the goings-ons, and they'd sing...

Perhaps my brain literalized the wafers and wine - tho I've never been to church in my life...

Regardless, I have a feeling things are going to get much, much more...
...Strange.

Ye Olde Ren Faire...

*Cough Cough*
Ugh...
I'm soooooo sick...

OK, not really... But that's what I told work.
And then I went on a road trip, hehe...
My excuse? I haven't seen one of my best friends since my birthday back in Feb. - and that my friends, is reason enough for me! Another of his good friends made the trip as well, and let me tell you - We Merry Three had a blast! Work can do without me for a day whilst I waltz around ye olde renaissance faire, dancing, shopping, watching Shakespearian plays, interacting with animals, eating, drinking, and sharing harty laffs with good friends...

There were aallllll sorts of things to see and do. I nearly went on a shopping spree, but since I'm admittedly a bit crafty, I figured I'd bring home ideas for projects instead... Not surprisingly, I found a friend there from my home area (and this is hours from home). She had a booth all set up with beautiful leather masks she makes. Interestingly when we all got talking, it turned out my friend and my friend's friend have a common friend!
(Go ahead, take a moment to think.)
Anyhow, it was one of those "It's a small world after all" moments. Funny stuff...

As the evening wound down and it was time to go, we were all pretty exhausted - between so much walking, the hot weather, and all of the excitement... You know, the whole smiles and sighs - when you've had an action packed day, and you're tired in a good way.
That's the good stuff...
And alas it was time to depart, and we were all hugs and kisses goodbye - bidding each other an almost pouty fare-thee-well until the next we meet...

Days like this is what it's all about...

Trapped in a Tree

One of my new favorite places to hike has very Lovecraftian scenery... When passing by this tree, I looked over - and found someone trapped in it...

Updatery

*Yawns*

I've been a busy, busy young lady ~ but I have a moment before I'm off to bed...

My boyfriend and main activity partner left for the open ocean last week, and won't be returning for a month or so... So... I've got some time on my hands - tho I've been keeping busy regardless...

Yesterday eve after work I went for a jog out in the woods, and cooled off next to a beautiful little cascade. Today I applied to go back to college to pursue my Rad Tech degree. That's Radiology Technician, for those not in-the-know. ;-)
Had lunch with dad...
Dinner with mum...

As of late I've been all about sprucing up my apartment and making it a bit nicer. You know, home improvement stuff... So I've been antiquing, buying some nice new plants, shopping around, formulating ideas, and have bought some odds and ends just to add a touch of the nice and new...

Work, work work workworkworkwork... I'm going to need therapy by the time I quit this job. Customers are nasty. Seriously. Come on people. It's a fucking cell phone. Don't scream at me because you don't pay your bill. Want a cheaper bill? Stop going over your fucking minutes.
There.

Ahem... Anyhow...

I have indeed been looking for a new job. Something a bit less volatile, and a lot more quiet. A cozy office job would be lovely while I put myself thru college again...
Mmmm... Office... Quiet. Airconditioned. Coffee...

And the first rule of Rosicrucianism is...
You do NOT talk about Rosicrucianism...

I know. I know.
Private joke.