Last night I had a dream that I found out where Zac Efron lived. I tried to think of ways of how to sneak in so I could meet him, but kept getting caught by Vanessa Hudgens, who was keeping a watchful eye on the apartment. At one point, Zac was in the shower and I finally found my way in, but then felt creepy and left.
I may have some issues. Or need more sleep. Not sure which.

I've had several odd dreams the past few weeks. I don't know what's brought them on, but it's slighty unnerving. But cool none the less.
The first one took place at a mall with my baby bro. I think it was the mall from back home in L.A.. We were holding various bags of stuff and going up the escalator. At the top of the of the escalator, dressed in their leather uniforms, were the X-men. The movie version. They were standing tall and looked like they were expecting us. I moved my brother behind me and asked them what they wanted. Everyone else in the mall started fleeing from them, though they weren't doing anything. They all looked up at the same time at an approaching figure, coming from the ceiling. Coming down Mission Impossible Style, was Samuel L. Jackson. Except, in the back of my head, I knew he was Nick Fury, who just happened to look like Samuel L. Jackson. He had a box in his hands and said they needed me to help save the world. The package he was carrying looked like a Soap box, but the contents inside were to be protected. I told them I'm out of the super-hero biz, and that I just wanted to be left alone with my familia. My brother started to tug on my shirt as I talked, and pointed downstairs. Beast, the movie version, was charging up the escalator on hands and feet, like a giant animal. He was foaming at the mouth and had a wild look in his eyes. I grabbed my brother, tossed him into the hands of the X-men and braced myself.
I woke up.
Another dream I had was even more bizzare. I had somehow been teleported to VideoLand, from the old Captain N: The Game Master cartoon. I was just exiting a warp zone when I ran into Simon Belmont. He was arm in arm with Princess Clara from Drawn Together. They seemed to be a couple and were heading towards Simon's room. I decided not to bother them, even though I had an important message from Dr. Light. I ran in search of Captain N. I got to his room, where his dog Duke was standing guard. He growled at me as I tried to get by. I had to jump over him and land on his head Mario Style, but I made sure not to hurt him. I ran into Captain N's room and started to say that I had a message to deliver. Captain N was in bed and quickly hid a magazine he was looking at. He yelled at me for barging in and I realized he was rather shirtless. I had the distinct impression he was naked underneath his sheets as well. I fumbled my words for a bit and was about to tell him message when....
I woke up.
Sadly that particular dream reminded me I had a crush on Captain N when I was a kid. The guy in the opening credits was so cute, in my young 10 year old mind, that it transfered to the cartoon version. I found out his name is Dorian Borag. Gotta love google. Who'da thunk it, even then I was falling for geeky gamer boys. Ah, memories.

Had an oh so lovely 3 day weekend. Friday did five loads of laundry (talk about procrastinating!) and cleaned up my room. Then went out with the coterie to a local Indian Restuarant for V's B-day. Good times were had by all. After my 2nd viewing of X3, I am not convinced that though it is a good movie, X2 is far superior in various aspects. But again, good times were had. Came home for a session of my Buffy RPG. I wasn't as satisfied as I usually am with this session. It was a lot of talk and it focused more on one character than the rest. I'm trying to move it along and progress with the plot, but it is difficult when dealing with professional gamers who like to do their own thing. We stopped pretty soon (though it was hella late) since some of us were sleepy and had plans for the next day. Hopefully we'll finish this episode (which has become a 2 part "Very Special" Episode of our game) on Friday and then we can move on. True, the reprecussions of what has transpired throughout the game will be felt for a very long time (Let's see, the Main Contenders are: The Initiative, The Watcher's Council, Wolfram & Hart, A Coven of Witches, AND of course, the main characters) but it would be nice to move along with the story, if for no other reason, the rest of the cast can have their time in the spotlight.
I've been having a lot of dreams about mi familia lately. Most of them I can't remember, but they leave a bad taste in my mouth. I don't know if it's anxiety left over from graduation or a feeling of guilt because I haven't been calling my mother up as much since said party, but I get the distinct impression these dreams were not fun ones. This one though, was by far the most interesting dream I've had in a while.


And that's when I woke up. Jebus, I wish I could dream like this more often. I mean, that was like whoa. I get the distinct impression that I've dreamed this before, but just couldn't remember.  I wished I could see what happens next!

I've been having these weird thoughts lately. Like is any of this for real or not? -Sora
Lately I've been having a lot of odd dreams. It was only until recently that I usually never remembered my dreams. I'd remember one every blue moon or so, but lately, they've become more real and real. Last night was a dozy. I could feel my heart racing and my body sweating with anticipation. And the fact that I was concious about it and rememered it, goes to show that maybe The Dreaming has finally taken hold of me. It's about frickin time!
( Enter the Dreaming )
I WAKE UP!
DAMMIT! I got the impression that I knew who the figures were, but I wasn't sure. I woke up because my FRICKIN PHONE WAS RINGING!
*glares at aerincreator
Grrr argh. Suffice it to say, it was an intense dream, and the fact that I remember so much of it rocks. I never really thought of electricity taking away Shifter's powers in the stories I used to write, but hey, everyone needs a weakness right? I wish that you could continue your dreams, like TO BE CONTINUED and then when you sleep you pick up where you left off. That'd be hella tight. But till then, I'll have to just finish off the dreams with my own imagination.
I'll talk about other dreams I've been having, one including my Ex, his new boy, and his familia, at another time. Same dream time. Same dream channel.
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Since I got that dream outta my system, I may as well get this one out too. It's one I had a while back, but still can remember, which is rare for me and dreams. I barely can remember them when I wake up, let alone weeks later. This one invovles Zombies. I've been on this Zombie kick lately, watching zombie movies, getting the ZOMBIE SURVIVAL HANDBOOK, and coming up with zomibie contingency plans with my friends and co-workers. I'll write about what we came up with later.
Anyways, in my dream, I was back in LA, and back in high school. I was hanging out with Chris, my friend from high school. We were walking down the street, just chatting away, when across the street we see someone running. It's a girl screaming "HELP ME!" and waving her arms around. We look and see that they're a bunch of zombies chasing her! Some are the old school shuffling, slow moving zombies. Others are the new Dawn of the Dead/28 days later Zombies, running just behind the girl. We look at each other and shrug.
"Think we should help?" My friend asks. His eyes start to crackle with electricity. His hair begins to stand on end, and bolts of static start to burst between his finger tips.
"I guess." I say, my clothes transofrming into a black trenchcoat, flowing in a non-existent wind, and shadow covering by body. "Do you wanna take this one or should I?"
He smiles "What do you think?" And raises his arms. A big ball of swirling electircity emerge between his hands. It crackles with thousands of volts of electricity, growing in size. When it was the size of a large beach ball, he swings his arms towards the zombies. The electiricty surges through the group, stopping them in their tracks. They start convulsing as the energy courses through their bodies, singing flesh and bone and what little clothes they wear. They smoke and all of them fall to the ground.
I go "Ya know, that doesn't kill them. Only stops them."
He laughs. "Yeah, but it looks cool don't it? I'll go smash their heads in. You go on home." I nod and start walking.
In my mind, I see flashes of that world. It's my own little corner of the Marvel Universe! When I was in high school (and to this day sometimes) I wrote stories about my friends and I if we became mutants, and had super powers. But in this reality, Zombies were an everyday part of life. They weren't all that threatening to mutants and to super heros, since we coudl take them down pretty easy, especially the invulnerable chaps who the zombies couldn't eat or infect. But to normal humans liek the woman, they were deadly. In this reality, Shifter (my character) and Megabyte (Chris) were used to seeing zombies up and down the street, stopping them when they could.
Megabyte walks over to the pile of zombies. He looks at them, shrugs, and smashes his fist into one of thier heads. It splatters and is destroyed. He goes to each zombie and does this, over and over. A few of the zomibes get up a bit and reach out for him. They grab him by the leg and sink their teeth into him. Their teeth break from the impact. Megabyte was able to absorb electricity and gained a number of superhuman powers when "juiced up" and that included invulnerability and super strength. He was not worried.
I get to my house and see that my entire familia is there chillin;. I go into my room and shift back to normal. No one asks why I was in superhero mode. I start hanging with my brother for the rest of the night. He's about 6 at this point and is laughing as I shift into his favorite characters, from Barney *shudders* to mickey to the wiggles. What can I say, I like seeing my brother laugh.
As night falls. everyone starts getting ready for bed. I check all the window and make sure everything is locked up tight. As i reach the garage, I hear something run across the roof. I look up and try to hear. My ear grows a few inches and I cock it towards the roof. I hear more running, almost scampering. I know it's too big to be a 'coon or some other small animal. I look out the window and see a shadow on the house next door. It moves fast and is gone. I quickly go check my familia. They're all getting ready, ignoring the sounds, even though now the sounds are all over the roof, and the house. I can now hear moaning and growling from above my roof top. I know that a dozen or so zombies are above my house .I look at my familia and they're all very calm and non chalant about this. My mom looks at me, ina quizzical sort of way. "What's wrong mijo?" She asks.
"Don't you hear the zombies above our house!?"
"Oh we're not worried." The way she says it is creepy in of itself, very calm, very cool. Reminds me of Drusilla from Buffy. "We know you'll protect us. We have no fear in our hearts." This is said in english, which is even creepier since my mom doesn't speak english.
Everyone's in bed and I hear the scampering getting louder and louder. I shift into fighting mode...but can't! I try to shift anything and I can't. My powers are gone! I start to freak out and run to the kitchen to call my friends. I get to the kitchen and hear a sound of shattering glass in the living room. I once again try to shift, into anything, a wolf, a bat, grow claws, my trenchcoat! Nothing. I hear moaning and growling coming from the living room. I turn around...
And I wake up. Damn my powers for not working! Dang them all to heck! So yeah....zombies rock.

So I had a funky dream last night. I don't remember it all of it, but I do remember the jist. Basically, someone was kidnapping the kids from my school (I'm assuming I was a teacher or some part of the school since I knew they were my kids but not "my kids") and I had to help. I remember having Shifter's powers, which are uber shapeshifting powers, but for some reason I was sitting on floating....tile? It was a square tile where I could sit indian style and float around all over.
I started to float around my house back in LA and while floating I looked for clues, even turning my hand into a magnifying glass, looking around detective style. I couldn't find any clues until I looked out the window and saw a black stretch limo sitting there. I thought "hmm....suspicious!" So i floated out.
I got outside just in time to see my godson (who's 16 now but he seemed to be about 10 in the dream) walking close to the car. I got off the tile and ran to him. Just as my godson got close to the car, the door flew open and arms of which looked like zombies, or decaying humans, reach out and tried to grab him. I didn't see any bodies, just arms reaching out at an inhuman length. I ran to him and scooped him up in my arms, barely dodging the arms.
For some reason, my friend Kristina from college appeared. She seemed to be casually walking down the street. I turned aroudn and saw that the arms were still reaching for us, and actually growing in length, at a fast speed. They now looked like a bunch of withering, decaying tenticles, and I could see into the black limo, and all I saw were the tentacles emerging from darkness. I scooped up my friend Kristina, which is no easy feat since my friend is a rather....big girl. At over 6 feet and a little....larger than I am. But I somehow scooped her up and kept running. I'll assume my shifting powers kicked in. I could feel the arms reaching for us, brushing against me, and the feet of my companions. So I took a flying leap into the air....and fell down. I managed to keep my balance and kept running, but the hands were closer now. I thought to myself "I know I can fly! Why couldn't I..." I look at my friend. And then at my godson. I can't let them down, I thought. So I took one more leap into the air, with all my strength, and yelled out "GO GO GADGET COPTER!"
Sure enough, from out of my head a hat popped out, and from the hat a mini helicopter sprang out. It's blades started to whirl and it lifted us, though it was struggling. We flew into the air and away from the hands, who could not reach us. I looked at my cousin and went "Well...at least I know what's stealing the kids now..."
And then I woke up.

Dang it! I KNOW I had a nifty dream about zombies last night but I can't quite remember! Grrr argh. I DID remember a previous zombie dream that I remembered, but considering I still remember that one (includes superpowers and normal life) I'll be able to remember it later on when I actually have time to update.

At this moment in time and space, my mind is in a state of flux. Two sides of my brain are at a war with each other and I honestly don't know which side is going to win...or which side, should win. Here's the sitch: I'm at my boyfriend's pad. We had a good night sleep when he wakes up and has to go to work. I'm plannin' on chillin' in his bed for a good 2 hours and sleep the morning away, as is my usual M.O. on a Sunday afternoon. Well, he's in the shower and I'm about to pass out when my celly rings. Now everyone and thier mom (except for my mom cause she loves waking me up) knows that I sleep in whenever I can. With my funky schedule I'm LUCKY if I can get a good 8 hour sleep. I'm blessed if I have my 10 hour sleep, but that was not to be the case. I answer it and lo and behold,it's my cousin from back home. I was like....okay....?
My cousin and I used to be hella close when we were kids. He was basically my best friend since I didn't really have any friends. We lived in the same apartment complex, so I would be constantly over at his place, playing with his He-Man action figures (he always beat me, no matter if he was the good guy or bad guy) or trying to get a peek into his comic collection (he's the one that got me addicted to the Marvel and Co. universes). But over time we both grew up and grew apart. He went one way and I went the other. We were two different people and that was okay, because we were still familia. He was kinda the black sheep in that he wasn't too into the familia functions, which is understanable. He would do his own thing while everyone else was together. At times i was like, what we're not good enough for ya? The others I was like TAKE ME WITH YOU!? But that connection we once had was the reason he was the first person in my familia that I came out to. He went through a whole goth stage so I figured if anyone could understand being different and accept it, it'd be him. And he did. And our connection was back, though not nearly as strong as before. I haven't talked to him since the last time I've been home over a month ago. I got an e-mail but that was it. And usually....and in fact, I dare say, He's never called me. I didn't even know he had my celly. But today he did.
Apparently, he'd been debating whether to call me for a half hour. He wasn't sure if it was worth it or not. But he did. And he told me what happened. And what happened is what is putting my mind in a state of confusion.
He had a dream about me. A dream that used to be considered warnings back in the day, and in some households, still hold true. He dreamed that I had been in some sort of vehicle, a car, a plane, he couldn't remember. He said that he and my father had to go identify a body. And when they got to the bag at wherever, they opened the bag up. In it were books, and papers, pencils, journals, etc. The tools of a bookworm. Me. Now that dream could mean anything. But if nothing else, my cousin knowns me to be a writer, a reader, and he knows my dad well. He immediatly knew it was about me. He woke up the instant he saw the contents in the bag.
Now, normally, one would scratch this off as an old kooky dream. If he hadn't said the next line, I would have totally dissmissed it.
This was the second time he's had this dream.
I was like...um...'kay? I told him I was fine. I told him I was safe. Yes, I was at my b-friend, which was an hour long drive down the 580. But he was driving and he was a better driver than yours truly. I'd be fine. But he sounded so worried, and he knew he was being silly. He's a realist, just like moi, if nothing else. He said it was probably nothing, but just in case, be careful. I told him I would and thanks.
I laid in bed until Ed came back and comforted me. When he left I called mommy dearest. She also said be careful. She's been having "weird feelings" about me all week. That when she talked to me I sounded sad. I didn't think I did. I thought I just sounded tired. 9 hour work days will do that to ya. But...she also said be careful.
Now, if you know me, you know I'm nothing if not a realist. I try to be an idealist, an optimist, another kind of ist. But in the long run, logic and reality will win out with me. BUT I come from a familia that superstition is a daily way of life. I"m not talking religion. I'm a non-practicin' kinda catholic kid, but I dont' consider that superstition. I know, we can all get into hour long debates, but it's way to early to go into that. So we'll do that another day.
My familia is from what I call the "Old Country." Mexico. Not just Mexico, but the country in Mexico. As in, the farms and ranches and nights so dark you can't see the hand in your face, the one light bulb in the entire farming community kinda place. You go there, You're automatically in the 18th century. It's so weird for me to go over there. I'm a city boy, through and through, who needs the comfort and stability of technology. Back there, they don't have that. So they still stick to thier old belifs. They still believe in brujas (witches that cast evil spells) and spirits. They still put charms to ward off the bad vibes. And my mom and aunts know certain "home remedies" (in other words spells) to keep out the bad mojo. Whenever I see them do something like that (one example is running an egg still in it's shell over a crying boys body and then cracking it open in a cup and staring at it, trying to see if the boy is being attacked on a spiritual level) I think, By the goddess, could you be any more primitive. I think it's quaint. I think that they truly believe in it. And I'm not dumb enough to say I don't completly DISBELIEVE in stuff like that (I've seen enough movies to know that the pessimisst is always the first to go). But the logicial side of me, the side that's been raised to think in terms of science and history and fact, just scoffs at it. But being raised in that kind of environment, one can't wonder....what if it's true? What if all the spells and superstitious nonsense isn't. Isn't nonsense. What if it's true, or at least based on some truth. I think about the time when my famiy was sure that my brother was about to be abducted by the brujah. I think about the time when the bad spirits were making my godson cry out and go into a fit though absolutly nothing was wrong and we were all in the room. I think about these times and I wonder, could there be more out there. Could there be....
When I was a kid, I was so into cryptozoology. That's the real study of the mystery creatures, ala Nessie, Bigfoot, and Champ. I believed in all of it. I wanted to believe in spirits and UFOs and the latest Chupacabra. But when I grew up, I realized that it was time to leave the fantasy in the books. I still love to read about it. I still love to imagine what it'd be like. I still love all those aspects, but now there's a certain skeptisism in all I read. Which I think is a good thing. But still, I do miss the days when the entire world was a mystery, one that was in need of solving. But now that the mysteries have been solved, what's left to wonder about...
But anyways, I better start wrapping up. I am currently chatting online with my buds and discussing what the possible, if any, significance of said dreams can be. And honestly, and after all this analyzing, I'll be fine. it was a dream. pure and simple. dreams are a doorway to our unconciousness. Nothing more. And if some higher being has deemed them worthy to be a doorway to the future, than STOP USING FRICKIN" METAPHORS AND JUST TELL US THE NITTY GRITTY STUFF!!!!!
Ahem, I'm catholic. I do believe and God. And I think she's not to happy that I screamed in his general direction. Sorry about that, dudette. You know you're the man. And with that sleep deprived note, think happy thoughts about yours truly!