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I'm a prophet, not a whore
On the basis of this song being stuck in my head for the last week, I bought Back to Bedlam [James Blunt] for one frickin' song. Which I probably would not have done, only when we stopped for lunch, it was the only song I couldn't hear over the crowd of people. Not even the taste of Mudslide heaven for lunch could make up for the song stuck in my head. Woe.
This CD has some nifty songs, if you ignore the fact that I know full well I will never con either Ari or Cass into thinking the same of it. Woe. Music should be shared.
So, my uncle is starting the manhunt for Widget and Jackie. I'm still sending my overly charming christmas card to the devil to see if that helps any. Family has always been a bit of a mystery to me. How people can so easily cut each other off and be such pains to someone they're related to, or how someone can expect you to overlook the basics of being a horrible person based entirely on the fact that you share some random bit of genetic code.
This song could make me cry, I think. Yes, let's find the song on the cd/album and latch onto it. Good job, genius.
Had a freaky dream last night. The first part was set in this weird mix of this house and the other one, and apparently it was haunted. Don't ask me how or by what, or how exactly this worked, but there were eight people or so and everyone had to be touching the person next to them and whatever spirit/nasty thing trying to break into the room to run amock would be stopped. The group split up at the end, about the time the dream shifted to the disturbing part, and I was wandering with two guys, one who bore more than a passing resemblence to Heath Ledger, and managed to trap said spirit in a mirror, which Not!Heath then shattered. Obviously I'm suffering from a lack of Supernatural.
Second part is the one I woke up from, walked around for a bit, and still fell back into the dream. It took place after the Supernatural bit, and I was home [the other house] and apparently a giant storm is coming. We're trying to clean up the house and I look out the window and realize there are some seriously scary clouds heading our way. You know the kind you see and even if you know you're perfectly safe, you start to panic just a little because the sky should not be black at two in the afternoon?
The storm was the least of my worries. I go into the bathroom to close the window and outside is... Harry Potter. o_O I know. He's outside the window and the Weasley Twins are there as well. Something zaps them and the next thing I know, Harry's gone from seeming sort of normal to looking a bit hyperrealistic and is bashing his head onto the window ledge and I thought I was going to be sick.
It's sort of hard to explain the shift in the dream. It's as if your average dream is realistic enough in 2D to confuse you on whether it's reality or not sometimes, but this was 3D and entirely disturbing to the point where you felt sick the whole time.
So, Harry's beating his face into a bloody pulp and neither twin is helping. The next thing I know, I'm running and I gather I get zapped because if I felt ill before, that was nothing compared to what I felt like then. Kind of like the knowledge you can't be hurt in your dreams was stripped away and the fear is all too real and you can't fucking wake up.
Only I did wake up after the zap and could not shake it. Unfortunately I was too tired to stay awake. So I fell back into the dream, which was mostly less horrific until the end. Seemed Voldy had taken over and for some reason Hogwarts was still open. Dumbledore obviously gone and everything had gone to hell. Still had classes and not everyone was bewitched, which made it worse. The normal ones tried their best to either overcome the odds or just float on by, only the bewitched and evil students would zap them with these spells and everyone would laugh, no matter how horrible the results were. Luckily the results weren't so horrible until I ended up in a group with Harry [yeah.] and Sookie from Gilmore Girls. We were all in various stages of spells and we were given a recipe to make a cookie. Harry was completely no help and I tried very hard not to make eye contact because he was still entirely too much for my brain to handle. Everything was fine, Sookie was taking charge and we figured we might just get out of this class without another round of zapping. Naturally Harry fucked up, dropped the book and couldn't find the right page. So he opened it up to the absolute wrong page, left it there, and never saw the hex coming. Woke up then and decided I needed no more sleep. Ever.
My lips are chapped. I know you needed to know that. Yesterday's holiday shopping was pretty much a bust for me. Bought myself a blanket, mom one and she swiped it early, got her a couple of extra presents, and dad a stocking present. ...Yeah, not entirely helpful.
This CD has some nifty songs, if you ignore the fact that I know full well I will never con either Ari or Cass into thinking the same of it. Woe. Music should be shared.
So, my uncle is starting the manhunt for Widget and Jackie. I'm still sending my overly charming christmas card to the devil to see if that helps any. Family has always been a bit of a mystery to me. How people can so easily cut each other off and be such pains to someone they're related to, or how someone can expect you to overlook the basics of being a horrible person based entirely on the fact that you share some random bit of genetic code.
This song could make me cry, I think. Yes, let's find the song on the cd/album and latch onto it. Good job, genius.
Had a freaky dream last night. The first part was set in this weird mix of this house and the other one, and apparently it was haunted. Don't ask me how or by what, or how exactly this worked, but there were eight people or so and everyone had to be touching the person next to them and whatever spirit/nasty thing trying to break into the room to run amock would be stopped. The group split up at the end, about the time the dream shifted to the disturbing part, and I was wandering with two guys, one who bore more than a passing resemblence to Heath Ledger, and managed to trap said spirit in a mirror, which Not!Heath then shattered. Obviously I'm suffering from a lack of Supernatural.
Second part is the one I woke up from, walked around for a bit, and still fell back into the dream. It took place after the Supernatural bit, and I was home [the other house] and apparently a giant storm is coming. We're trying to clean up the house and I look out the window and realize there are some seriously scary clouds heading our way. You know the kind you see and even if you know you're perfectly safe, you start to panic just a little because the sky should not be black at two in the afternoon?
The storm was the least of my worries. I go into the bathroom to close the window and outside is... Harry Potter. o_O I know. He's outside the window and the Weasley Twins are there as well. Something zaps them and the next thing I know, Harry's gone from seeming sort of normal to looking a bit hyperrealistic and is bashing his head onto the window ledge and I thought I was going to be sick.
It's sort of hard to explain the shift in the dream. It's as if your average dream is realistic enough in 2D to confuse you on whether it's reality or not sometimes, but this was 3D and entirely disturbing to the point where you felt sick the whole time.
So, Harry's beating his face into a bloody pulp and neither twin is helping. The next thing I know, I'm running and I gather I get zapped because if I felt ill before, that was nothing compared to what I felt like then. Kind of like the knowledge you can't be hurt in your dreams was stripped away and the fear is all too real and you can't fucking wake up.
Only I did wake up after the zap and could not shake it. Unfortunately I was too tired to stay awake. So I fell back into the dream, which was mostly less horrific until the end. Seemed Voldy had taken over and for some reason Hogwarts was still open. Dumbledore obviously gone and everything had gone to hell. Still had classes and not everyone was bewitched, which made it worse. The normal ones tried their best to either overcome the odds or just float on by, only the bewitched and evil students would zap them with these spells and everyone would laugh, no matter how horrible the results were. Luckily the results weren't so horrible until I ended up in a group with Harry [yeah.] and Sookie from Gilmore Girls. We were all in various stages of spells and we were given a recipe to make a cookie. Harry was completely no help and I tried very hard not to make eye contact because he was still entirely too much for my brain to handle. Everything was fine, Sookie was taking charge and we figured we might just get out of this class without another round of zapping. Naturally Harry fucked up, dropped the book and couldn't find the right page. So he opened it up to the absolute wrong page, left it there, and never saw the hex coming. Woke up then and decided I needed no more sleep. Ever.
My lips are chapped. I know you needed to know that. Yesterday's holiday shopping was pretty much a bust for me. Bought myself a blanket, mom one and she swiped it early, got her a couple of extra presents, and dad a stocking present. ...Yeah, not entirely helpful.
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And I'm thinking Harry just isn't good for dreams. Though old magic does sound promising.