Posted by Becky on December 11, 2009
About Michael Jackson last night. Which is weird because A) I was never a fan and 2) I don’t normally dream about celebrities (dead or alive). I knew he was dead and he knew he was and and we talked for a very long time and he was fascinating and I asked at the end if he could come back and he said “no” you could only do it once because there was just a short time to do this.
He didn’t mention an after life and we talked about when he died and how he had no family around as some do when knowing they are going to die or people who require last rites or some death bed scene. He didn’t know if there was going to be an after life and said his mother didn’t believe in an after life.. Didn’t mention his brothers or is dad. Apparently one can still hold a grudge when dead.
He had this massive book collection that he kept hidden. Old books and some were signed by the authors. He gave me a copy that had not been signed (WTF you cheap bastard?) and he was trying to explain how everything from baseball to Ivy League colleges (their hierarchy, yes! he used that word in a normal voice.) was based on ancient civilizations and that we think we are copying the Romans with our architecture and Senate, etc., but there was another civilization that the Romans’ mimicked that gets no credit and I can’t fucking remember what he said except it had the letters THSEPPN and it wasn’t Thessalonians or Thespians so just shut up!
And then we played tic tac toe on a giant apparatus that turned and there was something said about the date John Lennon died.
I woke up and I had slept 12 fucking hours and that’s all I get? Michael Jackson? WTF?
Posted by Becky on January 17, 2009
Last night I dreamt I was at Salzer’s selling some used CD’s and after I handed them over I realized they were rare, but it was too late. An old white man in a cowboy hat and jeans approached me and in a scary manner he asked me to pull up my pant leg so he could see the pattern on my boots. (I was wearing the green boots I bought in Texas) He said the insignia was for the Klan and then he let me go with a glimmer in his eye. I looked at the boots today because the dream disturbed me. The pattern is white, green and maroon which forms what looks like a tree.
So, naturally I looked up the Klan to see if they had colors as all I am aware of is white from movies.
Green is for the Grand Wizard or Grand Dragon
Maroon is for the Great Titan
White represents the white race (really, how ordinary)
and the little splash of red on the front of the robe represents Jesus.
The Klan is urging all white Christians to boycott Pay-pal and EBay because Pay-pal and eBay won’t let the Klan use their site. Good for Pay-pal and EBay.
Joseph thinks I’ve lost my mind because I’ve spent all day reading this garbage over a dream. But I learned that the greatest Grand Dragon was Louis Beam, Jr. who was from Texas. Then I found out that those Deeply religious in-bred Jed’s have Nordic Festivals. What kind of Christian has a Pagan Festival? It doesn’t make any sense to me, but ignorance never will.
But I was really surprised when I read that “Forrest Gump was named after his great grandfather Nathan Bedford Forrest? who was the First commander and Grand Dragon of the Realm?” you have to say it with a Forrest Gump accent. See what happens when you only have a shallow end in your gene pool?
I don’t know what had prompted a dream about the Klan and my boots, (too much garlic, perhaps), but I will use any excuse to go shopping. And now I need new boots.
Posted by Becky on January 12, 2009
Because I had the coolest dream last night and the visuals were just amazing with colors I cannot describe.
Two boys were walking across a fresh tilled field. The soil was a deep brown with an occasional dirt clod still laying in the rows, that the little brother would pick up and crush with his hands. You could smell the soil. That clean and pure smell of the earth. The kind of smell the evokes an immediate memory that’s right there in front of you and then it’s gone before you know it. The boys were shirtless in overalls that were a light blue, almost metallic gray. The closest I can think is the color of the sky when the sun is setting at the beach on a foggy day, but that still isn’t right.
I could tell the boys were brothers, one big and one small, like 9 and 17. Up ahead they saw the farmer who had been forming the rows for planting, he was resting his head on his hands that were crossed atop a hoe that he leaned into. He was looking of somewhere far, like a day dream, with a small smile on his sun worn face. The boys turned to look and they saw something not-quite-shinny in the distance. It was a dull yellow, like the color of straw almost like a halo. The boys were suddenly standing next to a fence and all these old and young farm boys (with faces right out of a Norman Rockwell painting) were hooting and hollering because they had discovered a body of water that was a shade of blue I had never seen before. They all climbed over the fence, naked, and were diving into the cool water. Soon the brothers join in and the younger brother dove in after is older brother. At the bottom of the body of water was an old metal bridge used for horses to cross over that had sunk. The younger boy swam to the surface to tell his older brother about his discovery and he couldn’t find him. He asked for his brother and suddenly this girl appeared and she said he was sleeping at the bottom.
They pulled him up and he wasnt’ breathing. A man found some type of devise that looked like a scale (again, metallic gray) and he hooked it up to the boy and he said there was still and electrical current in him so he was alive. The little brother kept rubbing his arms, legs and chest trying to revive him. The older brother finally came to. His little brother hugged him tight and they started to walk home.
They climbed the fence and were walking through the tilled field again and I got a glimpse of their backs as they walked through the tilled soil, in their overalls with they sky a metallic blue and the sun setting before them and the older brother reached down and now they were just shadows in the sun, but I saw their silhouette as he put his arm around his little brother and I heard him say, ” Did you see that girl naked?”
Okay Sandy, what the hell does that mean?
Posted by Becky on May 14, 2008
The Vatican has stated, “It’s okay to believe in aliens.” These are the same folks that accused Galileo of Heresy for thinking the world was NOT the center of the Universe. And here’s a bit of trivia for you, Heresy is actually derived for the Greek word “hairesis” which means to choose. First, they steal Winter Solstice and make it Christmas and then I discover they change the meaning of words. And don’t even get me started on the origins of “Villain”
So, flying saucers and anal probes are acceptable, (oh get your mind out of the gutter, Preita) but condoms are still out , people. Just keeping it rear.
What cracked me up was this was in the science section of Yahoo.
So, I’m pondering on these things while driving to work this AM and this damn pack of kids on skateboards almost made me run them over. They weren’t even looking and had on ear bud to boot! Can you imagine if I had hit them? MY GAWD my insurance would go through the roof and I can barely afford diesel these days.
So last night I had a dream there was a new mall in Camarillo only it wasn’t a regular, tacky shopping mall. It was one story high at both ends and in the center it was three stories high and in the center of the mall was a book store with antique books three stories high. Grand works of literature you could buy or sit and read like the reference section at the library. And at one end of the mall was a Performing Arts Center with the Ballet. You could just go to the mall and walk through different art stores and there was a yarn store that would wind your yarn into little balls and then put them in an ice cream cone!
I thought that was the cutest damn thing!
Posted by Becky on March 1, 2008
I had that same dream last night. Where I thought I woke up, but was still dreaming. Only this time I couldn’t move. I couldn’t open my eyes, I couldn’t speak all I could do was think and I wondered if I was dead and death was just a constant stream of thought in the dark. Then I reached for the light on my nightstand and it wouldn’t turn on and then I realized that the switch on the lamp was in the wrong place so I knew I was dreaming. I kept trying to speak to wake myself up and I felt Hank move away from me on the bed and his movement woke me up. Needless to say, I left the light on in case I woke up paralyzed in the dark again.
I went to Ventura today and found a new boutique on Main Street. It’s called Whisky and I bought a really cute pashmina there. The owner is really nice and she has the cutest bags. One of which looked to be knitted, from Italy no less. And in another boutique (that will remain nameless) the proprietor and I got to talking and he decided to tell me he had been to prison (Vacaville) starting in ‘85 and he’s not going back because under the three strikes law he would go for good. Which leads me to believe one of his at least two crimes was violent. Hence, the third strike or so I was led to believe once upon a vote. He then said he didn’t know why he told me that and looked quite alarmed at my newfound knowledge. I then told him I had a friend in prison for almost 30 years and a son in jail for six months and how each circumstance has to be judged on their own merit and perhaps under the same circumstances, whatever he had done, I could very well have done the same thing. We all have some threshhold that keeps us in check as civilized people, but at some point we are all capable of breaking. This eased his mind and I told him he had a beautiful store and he then showed me a picture of his fiance. ”All the more reason to behave,” I told him as I left his store.
People are a trip. And speaking of tripping my cat Louis is having fits with John gone. Look what he did to John’s new television. How he even got on top of the book case, I have no idea, but when he got down he was mean to Hank.
Okay, time to start on my Master Hand Knitting Program.
Posted by Becky on February 16, 2008
Or how I spent my weekend alone.
I understand that Lucid Dreaming is when you dream and you are aware that you are dreaming and I want no part of it. The best part of my dream are the nonsensical paths they take and I don’t want logic interrupting my dreams, but lately I’ve been dreaming and then aware that I am dreaming and think I am awake, but my dream continues. So what the hell is that? Leave it to me to fuck things up.
Last night I dreamt that the radio went off on my side table and it woke me up. Someone was doing a news broadcast about Jew’s being enslaved by Egyptians. I was lying in bed listening and it dawned on me that this was not current news, but biblical news, and then it dawned on me that I have no radio on my bedside table. (logic should not enter dreams, because as soon as I realized there was no radio the speaking stopped.) I reached for the light to see where the voices might have been coming from and it wouldn’t turn on so I reached for the light on John’s side of the bed and it wouldn’t turn on and then I woke up wondering what were the odds that both light bulbs would go out at the same time. This is the ssecond dream this week where I have dreamt that I was awakened by voices on a radio only to realize I have no radio. Perhaps I need a bedside radio to get a good dream going.
Now I wonder if my mom really called at 8 AM to let me know she’s sold corn she hasn’t harvested yet. Hmmmmmmmmm
And what’s the deal with biblical dreams? The night before I dreamt Arson stepped up to a bonfire and ate red hot coals off of the end of a burning log and he was unharmed. Straight out of Meshach, Shadrach and Abednego. The Book of Daniel is filled with the prophesy of Dreams, so how strange that I would dream along those lines.
I called Arson tonight to see how he was and if he was alright and he is at some type if biblical seminar and something amazing happened to him. I asked what that was all about and he said they prayed over him and told him he was filled with the Holy Spirit and the Spirit burns within him like a hot coal. I then told him my dream and he laughed. Apparently, he thinks it’s hysterical that god would choose an Atheist to have prophetic dreams about him. But enough of dreams. Or at least send me winning lotto numbers.
