More about my weird dreams

I just wanna jump right into a topic that I KNOW I’ve covered before: me and my weird-ass dreams.

I’m sure you all remember about that one post I did about a pair of particularly odd (and somewhat traumatizing) dreams I’ve had in the past. Whilst I don’t remember a ton of details, I still remember large chunks of the dream, and I usually go back to that post to re-read what had happened.

There’s usually a few common occurrences that almost always happens:

  • I see/interact with people I know (family, friends, co-workers, people from my past, etc)
  • I somehow end up in my childhood home (either it starts there, ends there, or returns there no matter what)
  • Doors (usually a specific one in my childhood home–the front storm door is usually the culprit) usually have a hard time staying locked. I usually go to lock a door, turn around, then I usually discover in some threatening way that the door was somehow unlocked
  • I usually end up fighting in these dreams. Since I’ve learned how to take control of my dreams, I always end up fighting. The opponents range from faceless grunts, to monsters, to even people I knew. Hell, I still recall one dream when I had to fight against my mother!
  • These dreams usually involve either me trying to break out of something, or people trying to break into my house. It’s becoming increasingly more frequent

I’ve said a few times that I have been learning to control my dreams more. What do I mean by that? Well, usually, what “dream” me will do/is doing. I usually let myself go along for the ride. It’s like…playing a video game. You have the cut scenes–the moments when you can’t control your character, then you have the segments that you can control your character. Throw in some quick-time events (and maybe even a dialogue selection or two), and voila! A decent analogy of what my dreams are like. Take that to all the elders who said that video games couldn’t teach me anything! They not only taught me pacing and plot development, but they also taught me how to lucid dream and still be able to have control over my actions!

…But sometimes, even the best game systems glitch out. Sometimes, no matter how hard I try, I can’t control my dream-self. It hasn’t led to me dying (dream-wise), but it has put me in a few rough spots. Sometimes, though…when I least expect it…I become a goddess in the dream. That which here means, I can control any goddamn thing I want to. I can even make myself dream something else entirely, right in the middle of my current dream!

…huh, maybe that’s why I have such a hard time remembering my dreams.

Granted, I usually don’t remember these segments, and sometimes it happens when I wake up then go back to sleep. As a kid, I knew somebody who was able to be woken up in the middle of the dream, then fall back asleep to pick up right where he left off! I used to be envious of this ability. I actively tried to learn how to do this, but gave up after several months. Now, fast forward nearly a decade-and-a-half later, and I can somehow do it almost at will!

…Again, almost. It doesn’t work all the time.

Now, this…dreaming vividly thing does have some drawbacks…the biggest being they can trigger my anxiety or depression. It’s even worse when something in the waking world rattles me, yet I have no clue as to why. It happened on Tuesday. We got some new lights installed in the front, and I don’t know what it was about them…but it sent my anxiety through the roof. It got better as the days went on and the sunlight balanced out the harsh, unnatural white light inside, but it still mystifies me to this day: why did those lights trigger me so bad?

Damn, I forgot to ask my boss what kind of lights they were.

Well, I do have a couple of theories on this:

  1. I do have a memory from my past that I could tie those lights to…I’m not going to go into any details, but I do remember a similar color and brightness in the bathroom in a therapist’s office.
  2. I have seen harsh, white lights such as those in some of my more…upsetting dreams/nightmares before. I can’t exactly remember from where, but…still…they feel familiar…

Now, a question I’m sure some of you are probably itching to ask me right now: “Why do you care? They’re just dreams. Isn’t your waking life more important?”

Well, yes and no. As I’ve discovered in the past, dreams can give us important insight into our past, present, and future. It can help us realize–and even face–our greatest fears and hangups. I also agree that you shouldn’t let a dream stop you from going on about your day-to-day life…but it’s also important to recognize when they do start to have an impact. Don’t obsess over them, but don’t totally ignore them. Balance is the key, much like with everything in your life.

Speaking of balance, I’ve been doing some more revisions and have even been looking into changing the name. Also been thinking about calling them “Guardians” instead of “Keepers”. Mostly because Guardians sounds cooler.

Anyways, I hope you all have a good night, and if I see you in my dreams, uhhmm….I’m sorry?

~Arrivederci~

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Obstacles

EDIT: Well, talk about bad timing. This was supposed to be up the night of Friday, October 6th, 2017, but my lovely Surface Pro 3 ran out of battery as I was cooking dinner and typing this post out. Thankfully, WordPress saved the draft that I was working on, so hooray!

Well, my weekend was busier than I expected. Didn’t help that we had a cleaning crew arrive and I think the chemicals did something to my throat. Been feeling iffy all day.

Anyways, I want to talk briefly about what’s new with KoB.

I’ve decided that the Keepers needed another antagonist of sorts, aside from the main one, Break. One that is a little more reoccurring…and one that would add some levity to the the risks and consequences Ian and Rach could face, if they were ever outed as traveling magical warriors.

The Keeper Order has always been kept a secret for a few reasons: one of which is that they feel that it would be unsafe for the general populace if word had gotten out about their existence. Any sightings of them have been dissolved into local folklore–about the Warriors of Nature. It was also for personal and political safety. It’s not too different in the modern world, especially given humanity’s obsession to see anything different or things they don’t understand as “wrong”. Keepers of either period could’ve been locked up. Some were afraid of the power they held, and outlawed the Keepers altogether…meaning that if anyone found out that you were a Keeper in a Keeper-banned city…it would be a death sentence. In modern day, the sentence won’t be death…however, things such as property damage, breaking and entering, interfering with investigations, and others. While they’re doing it for the greater good, you know how people feel about vigilantes.

So, if Ian, Rachael, and even Oracle, were ever exposed to the public, a lot of governments, especially Interpol, would come down on not just themselves…but also their family. Break is so focused on destroying Ian and Rach because he views them as the only legitimate threat to his master plan of dissolving the world, then reshaping it in his own vision. However, the threat this new character(s) of mine will pose a more personal threat to our modern Keepers. And if Break catches wind of this…he might decide to do nothing about it, because it might help him in some way. Then again, he may not. I haven’t worked out the fine details.

Since I am 100% sure I want these two ladies in my conflict, I’ll tell you a little about them both now.

She wanted nothing more than to be a journalist. She aims to gather “the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth”. Her desperation to go to any lengths to gather the truth may lead her down to paths less favorable.

She’s a more quieter force, but still just as formidable. When a camera is in her hands, she’s never felt more alive.

I have a third, but I’m not sure if I want to include him, yet. But I feel like this will be a good way to bring the conflict to Ian and Rach in a more personal way.

~Arrivederci~

Match Made

Ahhhhh!!! It happened! As of today, my dad is a remarried man!

Seriously, I can’t can’t help but gush about how happy I am for him and my new step-mom!

It was a very small ceremony. Not more than ten or so people showed up. But it was a very sweet one (I got a little teary-eyed curing the vows). I got to be the ring bearer. They also really like the wedding gift me and Niax gave them. We got them one of the wax-melting scent thingies. I knew they would like the design of the warmer itself, but I was a little bit more worried about the scents. However, they seemed to like them all.

Other than today, this week hasn’t been too exciting for me. Lately, I’ve mostly just been looking forward to today and my husband and I’s anniversary. Just gotta hang in there for a while longer.

~Arrivederci~

Vacation Aftermath

The vacation was awesome. Not only did I enjoy myself, but my family seemed to accept Niax as one of their own. He was really worried about whether or not they would like him. However, I came from a family of sarcastic smart-asses, and he himself is a sarcastic smartass…I predicted that it would work out fine.

I managed to get plenty of pictures. The reason why this post is late: I wanted to get through my few days back at work, first. Also, I couldn’t quite decide which pictures to show to you guys. Now, I think I finally got them figured out.

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In 2014, I went to a family reunion. It was at the exact same cabin, with the exact same river behind it. I had a decent camera this year, so I got a good shot of the flowing river. I regretted not having water shoes, though. The rocks were slippery with moss, and the gravel was spiky against my feet.

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Anybody want some ‘shrooms?

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I dunno why, but I love how this shot was composed. Maybe I’m just a sucker for scenic river shots.

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I…I have no words for this shot. Seriously, why did it come out to be this amazing?

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Niax and I had a room on the top floor. Once I stepped out onto the balcony, I saw this mountain line, and I had to take a photo of it.

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Honestly, I didn’t expect this to come out as well as it did. I also didn’t expect this butterfly to stay in the same spot as it did for so long.

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View overlooking the pool deck and the river. Those picnic benches and tables are new, however. You can’t see it, but there’s a fire pit there, too. That’s new as well.

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Another lovely view from out room balcony. Something about this…I dunno…it makes me…happy.

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The yard around our cabin. Because it’s Tennessee, it’s mostly hilly. Still very green and vibrant.

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Shadow Selfie~ Honestly, I’m not liking the way I look now, hence why I haven’t posted a “face reveal”. However, I bought a wooden staff at a shop near Pigeon Forge, and was leaning against it the morning we left the cabin. I thought my silhouette looked cool, so I snapped a couple of pics of it. One of these I posted to my Twitter.

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Aww~ Annabelle really did miss me! Seriously, he would not leave me alone the evening I returned home.

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*dies* N-no…I can’t…so…so cute

The car ride down there took about 12 hours. We left my dad’s place at around 12:15am on Sunday morning. Niax and I slept through most of the car ride there. We ended up arriving earlier than anyone else. So early, that the cleaning ladies who were cleaning the cabin weren’t even done yet. We settled in rather well. It was cooler than last time: even inside the cabin was really cold. It was nice catching up with the family, and Niax enjoyed himself as well. I think my family likes him. The air down by the Smoky Mountains was really fresh. Niax was breathing far better down there than up here in shit-air Michigan. I posted a Tweet while down there about wanting to take all of my co-workers and bosses down there for a getaway. I still mean it. There’s more than enough space for everyone, and I think everyone could benefit from the fresh air Tennessee has to offer.

The family all gathered together to celebrate my grandparent’s 75th anniversary. From what I’ve heard, though, this will be the last family reunion. This actually made me quite sad, but grandma and grandpa are getting older, after all.

I even managed to work on Keepers of Balance while I was away. Not too much, but I was able to start Episode #3 and I got some good ideas for Friaggi and McGill’s backstories. Mayhaps I’ll share more later, but I’m still working out what happens and why they don’t really like each other for the first few months of being together.

Anyways, about this week: Tuesday is the 4th of July, so there probably won’t be a post then. I have Moonday off, however, so if I have anything interesting to post, I’ll do it then. If not, I’ll talk to you all on Thursday!

~Arriverderci!~

Of Fickle Weather and Possible Encounters

The weather can’t seem to make up its mind, here in Michigan. On Wednesday and Thursday, it was so hot, I couldn’t sleep. Then I wake up on Friday morning to find it suddenly chilly. I had the window wide open to get some airflow (I sleep better with airflow–especially in the summer).

I forgot about a ritual I had to go to with my husband. It was interesting, but I came back rather drained. Despite that, I didn’t get to bed till around 1:30am. Bad move, considering I had work this morning.

I’ve been working on stuff for the third Bonus Episode of Arc 1. Mostly getting the beginning ironed out, and looking more into lightning scars (for those of you who don’t know what those are, click here to see some examples). Since the BnsEp takes place around Halloween, I’ve been trying to get into a “Halloween” mood. Several months early, but hey, when the mood strikes, it strikes. Mostly listening to scary and creepy stories on YouTube. I actually have my own creepy story I wanted to share. There are several people on YouTube who read scary and creepy stories. I sent an e-mail to one of them, telling my story. I’m not sure if he’ll ever read it, but if he does, I’ll put a link in a WordPress post. It’s not very “scary”, per say, but it is creepy and unnerving, and it still makes me shudder to this day.

I will, however, tell you something creepy that happened to me the other day. If you believe in ghosts and stuff, then you might get it.

See, where I work, it’s kind of associated with death. A long time ago, a worker had a heart attack, right by the kettle, and died. Another worker committed suicide….whether it was inside the shop or not, I don’t remember. It explains the sometimes uneasy feeling I get when I’m there. I’ll feel odd things from time to time. An odd brush of cold air, or the feeling of suddenly being watched, or even followed. A couple of my coworkers have told me stories of a shadowy black figure following them, only for it to be gone within the blink of an eye.

This past Wednesday, I wasn’t doing so hot. My cramps were hitting me really hard, and by the time this happened, I could barely stand straight, and wasn’t able to think clearly. Sometimes, my vision doesn’t work right when I’m in that much pain. Maybe it was the way I turned my head, or the way I flicked my eyes to the side. It still made me do a double-take. I thought a saw a gaunt face with empty black eyes and a sad face, just staring at me. I was at the coffee pots, filling up a cup of coffee for a customer. I did jerk a little, nearly getting the coffee on my hand. Very shortly after I thought I saw this, a weird cold breeze drifted by me again.

I’m not too sure what I saw. It’s up to you guys to draw your own conclusions.

Anyways, I’m exhausted. My new posting schedule has technically already started, now. So I’ll talk to you all on Tuesday.

UPDATE, SUN MAY 21st: I forgot to mention: we have a glass shelf that we keep the reusable coffee cups on. Sometimes, they kinda fall on their own. It just happened again, except this time, it seemed like something knocked them off the shelf on purpose.

~Arrivederci!~

The one where I almost forgot to make up a title

Happy Free Comic Book Day, guys!

My husband and I stopped at a local comic book shop. I didn’t get anything (I prefer manga and they had an incomplete arc for My Little Pony. I don’t like buying incomplete arcs), but Niax walked out with some spoils of his own. We stopped by a local novelty store where I got small presents for him, myself, my brother, and my dad (yes, I AM typing this post on the go). We’re on our way to a restaurant that’s supposed to be closing down soon…or, so, the rumors have gone.

Anyways, what’s going on this week? Well…I’m not too sure. The D&D session is up the air, and I didn’t get as much done as I’d hope over my “weekend”.

As for your weekend, I hope it’s a better one for you all.

~Arrivederci~

Salem

As far as my delvings into the Salem Witch Trials (and the trials that occurred nearly 300 years prior in Europe), I’ve found out some interesting things that I wanted to share with you all.

First things first: it’s important to note that the first witch trial to happen in the US was in Charleston, MA in 1648. The ones in Salem Village (NOT the seaport, Salem Town) didn’t arise until 1692.

The last people to die during the witch trials was in the early 1700s. Eight people were hanged. I noted this especially, considering that it’s been basically lost to history. Especially since those who were hanged were basically wiped from existance by the Purituan community. Well…let’s just say that here, not all of them weren’t witches…

Gallows Hill. The hill where many victims of the trial were executed. I’m not 100% sure if the hill’s still there (probably), but let’s just say, for now, that it is.

As for finding evidence if a person was a witch, I heard of a book, called “The Hammer of Witches” was written in 1486. It was sort of a “Witch Hunting for Dummies” kinda deal. One of them was the searching for, and finding, of something called “witches teat”. The people believed that it was a mark of the Devil, and that the witch would suck in the souls of their animal (and demonic) familiars. The accused witch would be stripped and shaved thoroughly (it was also a strong belief that a witch harnessed her power through her hair. The longer the hair, the more power a witch had). If a mark was found, they would then try to prick it with a pin or needle. If the woman felt pain, or if the mark bled, then she would be deemed innocent. If she felt nothing, and there was no pain, then…well…that wouldn’t be good news for her…witch or no.

I still have a bit to look into, but I’m almost ready to start writing the Episode! Tomorrow’s Easter Sunday, and of course, I work it. Hoping to be back on Monday. Have a Happy Easter, everyone!

~Arrivederci!!~