So I had another weird dream last night:
I was up visiting my brother in Port Elgin, and it was the end of August, so I took a couple weeks and stopped at the major festivals and harvest fairs along the way back to Windsor, and I had a really good time, ate lots of fresh veggies and fruits. Eventually I got back to the Leamington/Wheatley area and I was riding the hayride wagon, and someone came up behind me and started smelling my hair. I freaked out a bit, and then realized it was my ex-boyfriend, Chris. So I gave him a weird look and then crossed the gate/joining thing into the other cart and found 2 of my mutual friends (with Chris) Meaghan and Matt and talked to them for a bit, then my other mutual friend/sorority sister, Angie was helping Chris come over to this cart too, so he sat down with me again and started to rub my arm and play with my hand. I gave Matt a weird look and he just kind of laughed and explained that it was his first time getting high and he was having weird reactions, like being really touchy-feely.
I was just starting to get used to it and kinda liking it, when I remembered that I was supposed to me meeting Steve here, and told Chris to get off of me, and then he literally tried to crawl all over me, and Steve came along and saw him on me, and I saw Steve, but couldn't get off to explain and Steve walked away all upset, and I was really upset, trying to get to Steve and I got the distinct feeling that it just ruined things with him.
And then I woke up.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Crazy Dream #1 - February 23-24th night
OKAY!
I was home alone house sitting and watching my dog, and he was rooting around in the back yard in the corner near the other yard that has like 7 dogs that live there, and my friend who was over decided to go over the fence on a little recon job to see what was going on that the dogs were making so much noise about when she got back she said that it was almost entirely mud, but you couldn't tell what was shit and what was dirt, and they seemed to be fighting over bones... then the dogs started to sound like they were going insane and fighting eachother, and jd started acting funny... i looked at him and his eyes had like a black film that were spreading all the way over them so his eyes looked entirely black and then he started to try to attack me... I threw him a bone outside and he tore after it even though he's really old and shouldn't be able to run like that
so i'm like wtf... so I go over the fence to see what's going on, there's only 2 dogs left... both of their eyes are black as pitch and their owner is dead on the ground and that's what they were fighting over... her leg bones..
so i'm freaked out... and i try to make a run for it, but they're really fast and they try to corner me... but apparently in the movie of my dreams i'm like a terrific athelete and i dodge their attacks, sending the one barrelling into the other and while they're distracted i run at and jump the really high fence only to find JD standing there staring at me and drooling
and i'm like FUCK ... but just at that moment a cat comes into the yard and he's distracted and i run for the house and lock the door... strip out of my now disgusting clothes and go to my room to get clean clothes and call the humane society... when i get back to the kitchen my friend has margarita's in the blender and her eyes are black and she is saying we should get drunk and have a fun night
i try to act normal while calling 911 instead of the humane society, i tell her to go downstairs and i'll be down in a sec, i'm just going to call in the noise complaint and then when the operator picks up i tell them the neighborhood dogs are going insane, i think my friend caught it and is trying to get me drunk to eat me and to please come help... and then i woke up
Just for the record
Talked to a friend today and it kinda brought into close perspective how fast it can all be over, and got me thinking. So- in case I ever pass on before writing down my thoughts on funerals and such:
1. I do not want to be kept alive artificially, if I am dead in brainwaves or in the process of dying don't resuscitate me or keep me alive on machines. I don't want to be kept alive like that. Let me go, I'll see you again in the next place.
2. I do not want to be pickled. Let me decompose naturally. I do not want chemicals or 'smell-pretty' put on my dead body to make me last longer so you can put me on display. Take the jewish example, no preservatives, natural wood casket, and into the ground, not a cement box. [If this is not possible in the city in which I die - please have me cremated and put into a pretty container *maybe something that looks pagan* and then continue with #3].
3. I would like a Rowan tree planted over my remains, with a 'Dedicated in memory of..." plaque at the base. I would also like a pentacle and some English ivy engraved on the plaque so they know I was pagan.
5. I would like to be buried with my Delta Zeta badge and guard. If possible I'd like a pink Killarney Rose bush planted by the tree (but with enough room so they can both live in harmony without one killing the other off).
4. I don't want a depressing wake and funeral. I want an Irish wake - bring out the whiskey and the rye, do a couple shots, remember the good times and try not to dwell on the bad! Lots of food, lots of drink and good music - none of that depressing shit! I want some AC/DC played - like Will said - For Those About to Rock, or maybe even Rock and Roll Train.
5. I want my possessions divided up among my best friends and family who knew me well, Jordan gets my music and movies, Emily gets my candles and hat/scarf and shoe collection, my books go to the Pagans in the community to teach those who need the guiding light on their path. The rest can either be sold or given away to whomsoever wants it. Oh - my 'toy' collection goes to John. Thanks for the laughs and getting me into the lifestyle ;) .
6. To those whom my life my touch in slight measure, may I have given graciously of what is mine, to my friends understanding and appreciation, to those closer ones - love that is ever steadfast. I hope you all know that you have added light and love into my life, and I hope that I have given it back in turn. Some words that gave me some perspective - never look down on someone unless you're giving them a hand up.
Blessed Be to all who knew and will know me, and in the words of Rocco, I'll catch ya on the flip side!
Sam / Jade
1. I do not want to be kept alive artificially, if I am dead in brainwaves or in the process of dying don't resuscitate me or keep me alive on machines. I don't want to be kept alive like that. Let me go, I'll see you again in the next place.
2. I do not want to be pickled. Let me decompose naturally. I do not want chemicals or 'smell-pretty' put on my dead body to make me last longer so you can put me on display. Take the jewish example, no preservatives, natural wood casket, and into the ground, not a cement box. [If this is not possible in the city in which I die - please have me cremated and put into a pretty container *maybe something that looks pagan* and then continue with #3].
3. I would like a Rowan tree planted over my remains, with a 'Dedicated in memory of..." plaque at the base. I would also like a pentacle and some English ivy engraved on the plaque so they know I was pagan.
5. I would like to be buried with my Delta Zeta badge and guard. If possible I'd like a pink Killarney Rose bush planted by the tree (but with enough room so they can both live in harmony without one killing the other off).
4. I don't want a depressing wake and funeral. I want an Irish wake - bring out the whiskey and the rye, do a couple shots, remember the good times and try not to dwell on the bad! Lots of food, lots of drink and good music - none of that depressing shit! I want some AC/DC played - like Will said - For Those About to Rock, or maybe even Rock and Roll Train.
5. I want my possessions divided up among my best friends and family who knew me well, Jordan gets my music and movies, Emily gets my candles and hat/scarf and shoe collection, my books go to the Pagans in the community to teach those who need the guiding light on their path. The rest can either be sold or given away to whomsoever wants it. Oh - my 'toy' collection goes to John. Thanks for the laughs and getting me into the lifestyle ;) .
6. To those whom my life my touch in slight measure, may I have given graciously of what is mine, to my friends understanding and appreciation, to those closer ones - love that is ever steadfast. I hope you all know that you have added light and love into my life, and I hope that I have given it back in turn. Some words that gave me some perspective - never look down on someone unless you're giving them a hand up.
Blessed Be to all who knew and will know me, and in the words of Rocco, I'll catch ya on the flip side!
Sam / Jade
Monday, February 22, 2010
About a boy
The details of tonight:
His name is Steve, 25, works in a suspension plant on midnights, has amazing hands, great kisser, has nice arms, nice green eyes, is really funny, smart, kinda nerdy (in a builds custom computers kinda way), loves all kinds of music and movies, but especially horror movies. He loves all kinds of animals, but has 2 dogs. He's really sweet, kinda soft-spoken, but has a mischevious glint in his eyes when he's flirting with me. We spent 2 hours talking in Tim Hortons, he held my hand almost the whole time, bought me hot chocolate, said I was beautiful and adorable and he wanted to keep me when i gave him a hand massage, and he kissed my cheek at first, but then I turned the 'walk you to your car' goodnight kiss into a proper kiss and omg he's amazing at it... I love his hands, especially when they're on me, and his voice gets really low when he's turned on... it took him three tries to actually walk away and say goodnight, cause he kept kissing me again, and gods - I could've happily kept kissing him all night... he asked me to come online when I got home to let him know I got here alright. :D
I think I'm smitten *blush*
His name is Steve, 25, works in a suspension plant on midnights, has amazing hands, great kisser, has nice arms, nice green eyes, is really funny, smart, kinda nerdy (in a builds custom computers kinda way), loves all kinds of music and movies, but especially horror movies. He loves all kinds of animals, but has 2 dogs. He's really sweet, kinda soft-spoken, but has a mischevious glint in his eyes when he's flirting with me. We spent 2 hours talking in Tim Hortons, he held my hand almost the whole time, bought me hot chocolate, said I was beautiful and adorable and he wanted to keep me when i gave him a hand massage, and he kissed my cheek at first, but then I turned the 'walk you to your car' goodnight kiss into a proper kiss and omg he's amazing at it... I love his hands, especially when they're on me, and his voice gets really low when he's turned on... it took him three tries to actually walk away and say goodnight, cause he kept kissing me again, and gods - I could've happily kept kissing him all night... he asked me to come online when I got home to let him know I got here alright. :D
I think I'm smitten *blush*
Friday, February 19, 2010
I think I already started one of these but oh well
I think I'll start a new one :)
I'm Sam. Crazy. Pagan. Bisexual. Single, Female, 22. I reside inside my mind most of the time, occasionally stumbling out long enough to attend class and then retreat back into my haven again. It has a beanbag chair and a swimming pool full of jell-o. There's also a hot tub that I occasionally fill with tequila and see what happens.
But seriously. This is going to be a place where I discuss the random crap that I learn in class, hear on the radio or a podcast, and decide to document for my crazy self to remember later. It may on the odd happenstance that I'm in a mood of hilarity be sarcastically funny. Hope you like funny with a side of crazy. Or not - I don't care, don't read it then. :P
Anyways. I'm going to go study for American history (YAY GUNS R' US just opened!) and I'll be back at a later date to continue this thrilling broadcast.
Cheers.
I'm Sam. Crazy. Pagan. Bisexual. Single, Female, 22. I reside inside my mind most of the time, occasionally stumbling out long enough to attend class and then retreat back into my haven again. It has a beanbag chair and a swimming pool full of jell-o. There's also a hot tub that I occasionally fill with tequila and see what happens.
But seriously. This is going to be a place where I discuss the random crap that I learn in class, hear on the radio or a podcast, and decide to document for my crazy self to remember later. It may on the odd happenstance that I'm in a mood of hilarity be sarcastically funny. Hope you like funny with a side of crazy. Or not - I don't care, don't read it then. :P
Anyways. I'm going to go study for American history (YAY GUNS R' US just opened!) and I'll be back at a later date to continue this thrilling broadcast.
Cheers.
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