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So this is just one I have to share here. I've had a couple nights recently where I've had some strange and vivid dreams. The first night was a series of dreams and unfortunately, I don't really remember any of them. But the one I had the next night....wow, it was something else.



It was set in a strange artist/musician loft type of place. It was day time but overcast so the lighting was grey.



There were a fairly large number of people in this space but I didn't really have a good handle on who any of them were or why they were there. I got the sense that I was hanging out with a band and some of their 'groupies.'



In particular, I was sitting on a sofa and a big guy with a goatee was sitting next to me. I wasn't saying much to anyone until the guy next to me says, "Hey, you look like you could use a drink." He then holds up what was once a plastic gallon milk container that is about 1/4 filled with something red. (You know where this is headed right?)



So he waves it at me with a smile and says "Want some?" In the dream, I remember thinking, 'Don't let it be obvious that you want to rip it out of his hands.' So I try to casually ask, "Is that blood?" He says yes and then hands it to me. I pop off the top and swish it around a bit. It looked and smelled like blood but there was something odd about it.



I guess, for that reason, I don't chug the stuff. I flip the jug up to my mouth and press my tongue against the opening so I can just wet it with the blood and taste it first. As soon as I do, I get this horrible rusty metal/burning sensation in my throat. (The best approximation I can give is imagine really old bitter bottom of the pot coffee.) I gag and I turn to the guy and scream "You tried to give me dead blood! What the fuck is wrong with you!!!"



I'd like to say I then go all ninja on him but the dream just ended. It ended and I actually woke up and felt nauseous. That may be why I remember this one so well - I had time to think about it while I waited for the 'real life' queasiness to pass. I remember thinking then, and thinking now, what a strange way of putting it "dead blood."



So, interpret away!

I'm in one of those fits of pique and think it's time to change the stamp I use for my drive-by ratings. The one I'm using currently is from Halloween fer crissakes. Suggestions? Recommendations? Ideas?



On other news, I feel like I should be writing more. I say this in part because I'm about to start lopping off people from my favorite journals lists who don't write frequently. Since I can't abide hypocrites, I figure I should be posting SOMETHING on a more regular basis before I pull out King Tarquin's hammer.



Back to work now....

Yeah, I'm a nerd. I feel like I got a gold star or something. Go check it out though!

So I did a TON of work on my profile. I'm really quite pleased with it if I do say so myself. I got a bit of a kick in the butt from someone who rated me an 8. 10 have/had become so commonplace that the 8 really caught my attention.



I didn't go crazy with the text but really just added lots of pictures/images to enhance the text. I think what I put up tells a much better story and certainly makes the reading go by quicker I imagine.



At any rate, if you have my journal on your favorites and see this entry, check it out and let me know what you think!

I swear, if it weren't for these 'dark night' events I've been going to this past year, my life would be fairly dull.



Last night was another Ulteria and sadly enough, given the high from The Haven a couple weeks ago, it was a bit of a let down. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't a bad night. Just an off night. There was one individual in particular who struck everyone as being a quite the tool. He insisted on stripping off his shirt and dancing like a fool up on the stage and then shouting for approval from everyone near him. He was, to be charitable, not someone who should be taking his shirt off in public, never mind in a venue such as this. Oh well. As we feared, Haven spoiled us a bit.



We soldiered on until closing and then, seeing as this was our friend Matt's last weekend in town, we decided to keep the evening going by heading to the late night falafel joint around the corner. It's a place lots of 'Ulterions' go to afterwards so they're not too freaked out by the mass appearance of darklings. We sat down and I promptly started scanning the menu. Apparently, I was doing it with some speed and concentration as my friend remarked, "Are you ok...do you need blood? There is meat on the menu."



We all had a good laugh and then I said, "Yeah...I really need something with meat in it." He laughed and said, "I thought I recognized that look...."



Kinda funny when a friend surprises you with how well they know you.