Backlog: Dream #3

i have been meaning to keep a written record of my most intriguing dreams of 2011, and have yet to do so. Backlog starts now. January dream-of-intrigue #3:

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Katie, Mike, Jason Segel, and i were walking towards the bottom of a cliff... everything was gray-- all i could focus on was a black spot in the center of my vision which kept getting bigger as we walked toward it. then the rain started. cold wet specks freckled the thin fabric over my shoulders. we started running. i was holding Katie's hand as Mike and J.S. ran quickly ahead of us. then i realized that the black spot was actually the opening to a very large cave. i felt cold rising up my legs, past my knees and suddenly we were standing in water. rain drops plucked the waters surface with sharpness and then rippled quickly into one another. the solid gray that surrounded us entered a ripple-effect. we entered the cave.

BLACK. no more memory of being inside the cave.

outside the cave again. Katie and i are laying on our backs in wet sand. maybe unconscious? i open my eyes and look at the sky. it is black. twirls of wind like little tornadoes dot and flash in the sky. i look to my left and see Mike standing over me. he is wearing a white and black clown face, but its his actual face. not a mask. make-up? i grab katie's hand and she opens her eyes. i look back at the sky and it is blue and clear.

an unappealing feeling

"Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people." -Eleanor Roosevelt

Today has been a challenge, to say the least. No elaborations at the moment.

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sometimes realizations about life can be very excitable, dramatic experiences. sometimes those same realizations can be very solemn and humbling. today, fortunately, has been the latter for me. i'm okay with the quiet. it's almost like meditation, except that my eyes are open.

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sometimes the lightest light comes from the darkest dark.

listen to it. build your backbone on it. stretch your body against its skyscrapers; rest your body in its sunken valleys. dye it pink with the blood from your open wounds-- the wounds that it gave you with its precise edges and falls.

like sunflowers in the sun. like marigolds in the moonlight. you crawl for it, you rise for it, you breath speak eat for it. you want it. and here you are, wanting it; having it.

no one you know

No one you know by fslux


i just recorded this track for the soon-to-be release of Placenta Recordings' family 5-cd box set compilation. you may no be able to tell, but the track was originally a cover of the Doors' "Hello, I Love You," before i cut it down to almost unrecognizable... umm, the only recognizable thing about it would have been the lyrics, btw. ;)

anyhow, it made me want to do a covers album. i have flirted with this idea many times in the past, but have finally decided to make it a GO. so , yea... expect some fsluxish covers in the near future! (i am very excited about this!)... Ween, Tommy James and the Shondells, Guns n Roses, Richard Hell, Kool Keith, etcetc...

where's the moisturizer?

this photo was taken at Death Valley.

i love the desert. pure, simple, crackling clean. when you are in it, with no one else around for miles, the silence is the eeriest thing you could ever not hear. eerie. at night in your tent, the full moon sitting on pitch black, you here young coyotes running, playing, and yelping on the other side of that thin, meshy fabric. that may be even more eerie than the silence. and you love it.

stick em up, kittycat

about three years ago, i didn't know many people living in the city of Oakland who hadn't been held at gunpoint in the not distant past. but at that time, i really didn't know too many people here.
in my opinion and proximity to blast zones, things have changed. it all depends on where you sleep at night. but no matter where that may be, we all enjoy fireworks on NYE. them Gs be poppin the blocks off. argharghargh

like jellies toward the sun

swing it over here, shawty

aquariums are neato. this was taken at the Monterey Bay Aquarium.

places where jellies hang out are also neato. during the last couple of months of my life in Tacoma, WA, i used to frequent Redondo Beach almost daily. i would sit on the pebbly beach of the Puget Sound, right near the Sound Garden (look it up), and watch hundreds of small jellyfish bob and blob up and down, florescent pink and violet, in the glistening green-gold water. tentacled thoughts of poisonous curiosity awakened me, stirred my fancy, then left me sleepy, cheeks stained red from Sun's mighty kisses. those were good days.

from this day forward

2011 is the year of no bitching. this is my motto. we begin the rest of our lives with a positive attitude. and if i'm bitching, it's prolly because i absolutely have to. =)

this blog is about nothing. yeah you've heard that before. this blog is about everything. you've heard that one, too. this blog is about what i see when i open my eyes. just another way to talk to you without actually talking to you. this is where we are right now. this is everything.