This is not only my 200th blog on here, but it is also the 1,000 day this blog has existed. Which means I have produced a short bit of writing roughly every 5 days for nearly 3 years. And I think that is pretty good considering how much else I write that ends up going nowhere. It is strange to write this really, because I know it is not the trumpeting of an angel calling the heavens to war, it will never change anything, it is just my random thoughts and fantasies.
This all on here isn't important really, but I know that I am a richer person for having written it. Having exercised it from my brain and throw it out on to the internet for other people to read and care about. Maybe think about. I know that my review of "The Dark Knight Rises" or "Prometheus" will not change anyone, but I know my mind changed via writing them.
Regardless I do feel a love for the stuff I have put out there it is in many ways me in various dosages and flavors, lot of them half finished or left behind on another hosting site. I have no idea why I thought Facebook would be the ideal place for a blog considering its stellar work with keeping something as simple as notes clean and accessible.
For this occasion I am going to write up a number of dreams I have had. As I have done this sort of thing before it's not really new ground, but I have these and it makes sense that to encapsulate all of the rambling stream of consciousness complaining I have done on this blog, that a big round number should have... Rambling nonsense pulled straight from my subconscious.
I was taking a summer class, and it was the week before finals. After class the Professor asks to stay so we can talk. This Prof was tossing me out of the class (this Professor does not exist and is an invention of my mind). I had a class the previous semester with this Professor and at no point had I missed a class, arrived late, and had always participated, so I tell the Professor how I am a good student and should not be cut from the course.
After telling the Professor that, he dismisses me. Saying, "I never cared for how you conducted yourself, Josh." I ask why he had never given me a warning or previous talking to. His response, "I don't really like confrontation, so I avoid it as long as possible. You should leave now."
I told him that finishing this class was all I needed for my Masters degree. He didn't care. I then left and looked out across a vast campus which was mostly empty space with towers on it. The towers were stacks of real life buildings from the FSU campus, like they had been snapped onto each other, as if they were giant Lego blocks.
I set off walking across the campus, looking for a way to get a degree with the credits I already had.
I am walking in an underground cavern and come to a massive stone door with a lock in the center of it. The lock is surrounded by 3 crystals/gems. They are arrange one at the 11 o'clock, one at the 9 o'clock, and the last at the seven o'clock. The gems are green-blue and sparkling.
I am with a few other people and we are looking for something, an underground city that is possibly behind this giant stone door. So we examine the lock. The gems vanish and the door opens.
We enter into an underground jungle, lit from the stone ceiling by a massive fissure that lets in a torrent of sunshine. We see in the distance a steppe pyramid. While walking there I stop along with a woman in my travel party, we are inspecting a flower/seed-pod that has a weird goo coming out of it that looks and tastes like marmalade.
My last and longest dream involved a very anime like plot. It involves three siblings (two guys and a girl), myself, a friend of mine from my trip to Turkey (Jon P.), a tough girl, someone who I think was Bryan Cranston, an older tough woman, and a psychogenic super being (the words "psychogenic super being" were in my mind when I woke up, this is not me looking up some sort of term, that is what he was referred to in my dream, which I guess just means telekinetic). All of us become freedom fighters in a world gone wrong.
Most of the dream takes place on trains (awful trains, mostly just engines pulling flat beds with uncovered benches for passengers to sit on). The world is dystopian as all the stops we go to on the way are incredibly run down and unkempt motels on the rail with very empty rooms, no staff, and no carpeting. At one point we stop in an abandoned motel and sleep on old bare mattresses, weeds growing out of the floor, and no electric light for miles.
An oppressive military regime in gold and red power armor (sort of like Iron Man, but more mecha like with wings) runs everything and is after the group, but each part of the group for different reasons.
Initially the dream doesn't start with me but with the three siblings, who are running through the wilderness, trying to keep moving because they are being chased (more like they are wanted for some sort of crime, its not like there are dogs on them at that moment). This is when they come to meet me, I am in the middle of nowhere also hiding from the government of this dream world.
The three of us all continue running and eventually fin the railway and follow it down avoiding the regime and eventually meet the rest of the group.
It is then that the group goes on a crime spree/freedom rebellion.
Ultimately we are caught and attacked by one of the winged gold power armor thugs and the psychogenic super being kills him by throwing it into the sky, filling the air with hot air balloons and confetti and ultimately flying up and kicking him around like some insane version of Superman would. The rest of us just look on in amazement unable to help at all.
Then we all flee down rail.