Mood: Pretty damn good Music: "Dead in Hollywood" - Murderdolls Sure, this will be a dream entry - why not? I only remember one, though. I think I just really needed to get out out the apartment today. So I did. What did David have to say about that? He didn't like it, but I told him that I was going out to see the Chiropractor since I hadn't for about a ... month, and it was really, really time for another adjustment. The thing I love about my chiropractor's office is that they don't mind walk-ins. So I just walked in. It felt good to get out - and the office is so welcoming; they're all smiles and have this home-like atmosphere, not to mention a really wacky sense of humor. But there was this new girl there - I'm used to knowing all of the people who work there - but there was some new girl there who I think has a husband who used to work in the armed forces because she was always talking about all of these places where the soldiers go to shop and bases and stuff like that. That, and she seemed to like brownies. She was funny and friendly. I liked her. I guess the other woman who worked there got fired or something. I didn't ask - because sometimes it's just rude to ask about that kind of stuff - and it's just such a happy atmosphere; I didn't want to risk dampening it just in case she had been fired, and it had been for bad reasons. I miss her, though, just a little, because she was usually the one who sat with me during traction and talked to me, always making sure I wasn't about to pass out or anything (because the traction I do is fucking HARD and I've nearly fainted at least four times while on it). Though sometimes I just don't feel like being talked to. After the chiropractor, I went for a drive - just a drive, no big deal really. Windows down, listening to my compilation of Danny Elfman compositions, it felt good. It just felt good to get out. I went to Wal-Mart, though. I ended up buying myself one of those Carebear wobble pens - Good Luck Bear, actually. I don't know why I did - maybe because they were out of Wishing Bears. What else did I get ... besides candy? I got myself one of those swinging chairs. Where am I going to put it, you ask? Outside, of course - but when it's too cold or rainy, it's going into that bare corner of my room ... well, it would be bare once I move that Montana Classic acoustic guitar that I never play anymore to the closet. I plan on putting the chair together when I get done with this entry. David nearly had a cow when I brought that through the door. Not only was I almost two hours late getting back from the chiropractor, but I was lugging around this long box that clanked. I guess I could have bought one of the already assembled swinging chairs - but that wouldn't have fit into my car. I don't know what possessed me to buy it and I don't know why I'm devoting so much space to it here in my entry considering it's not the most interesting thing in the world. I guess I just always wanted a swinging chair - I love to be rocked. Anyway, all that aside, this is a dream entry. I only have one dream for today - I did wake up once during the night, and once this morning - but I don't remember what the last dream was because when someone wakes me up and starts talking to me, I tend to forget what it was about. Today's dream ... was violent. I'm walking around with all of these people - I feel like I'm in a tour group with as many as there are. I don't really know where we're headed, but we're going somewhere. Evan's there, so it Randi - but Evan, of course, has a hold on me - his arm is around my waist and it's like he's holding me up. It's morning - judging by the sun, maybe 8 or 9 AM, and we're just walking through this suburban neighborhood it looks like. The weather feels good - temperature-wise. I'm not hot; I'm not cold; the sun isn't burning me and everything is just right. That's the first time that's happened in a long while. But as we're walking, I start getting flashes - and then suddenly I'm looking through someone else's eyes - or perhaps no one's, but that unseen, omnicient third eye. I forget where I am; I am part of my vision now. There are two black brothers - and I know they are the enemy - but for some reason I think of them as "Isley Brothers" (I don't know why - I like the Isley brothers). They're walking somewhere, then I see the younger one start to shrivel away - like that guy in "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" when he drank from the wrong cup - and the brother falls and dies. The other brother - I can see into his mind suddenly, see a memory of his ... I don't remember exactly what the memory was, but I do remember -him- ... yes -him- telling that brother that he had to do a certain something, follow a code or rules or something, or he would kill every one in his family - make him suffer a long, lonely life and then die a miserable wretch. I have another vision. There is another man - he has a teenage daughter with dark hair. This man looks a lot like Al Pacino - but different. Taller, skinnier, longer face. He wears all black. He's a very well-off man, rich from all of his "dark" ventures - but he lives in a simple, two-story white house with a red door and picket fence. And on the front porch, there is a painting of an aerial view of town. This man is running, he's in trouble, and he knows that -he- is after him. He knows he's done something against -his- will, but he'd hoped that he wouldn't have been found out. And though he had a secret, I can't remember it now, but I remember that he hadn't told anyone exept one person what it was - but I can't remember who that one person was. He's running to his house - he can't find his daughter; he's afraid. But then I flash again. I know where his daughter is. She's with -him- ... but -he- looks different, though I know it's -him.- She's not afraid, because she knows him, and she thinks she's there to talk to him about something regarding her father, but she is wringing the hem of her jacket. My third eye looks at -him- for a moment, and suddenly, I hear him grunt and he jerks his head toward where I would be standing, were they my eyes ... -he- looks right at me. His eyes narrow for a minute, then they soften just a little. And the girl is asking him what's wrong, but I don't think he cared about what she was saying ... he was just staring at "me" ... he looked a little sad. His hand lifts, like he's going to reach into the air where I am - Then I flash back to the guy running to his house - and he's yelling his daughter's name, scared for her life - he'd been told the same as the two black brothers - that everyone he loved, his family, would be killed, and that he would die a lonely, suffering, miserable wretch. He's running - it looks like afternoon, like it had just finished raining. Everything seemed to cinematic - like everything was playing out before me like a major film or something. The guy reaches his porch - and he stops suddenly, he realizes that his daughter's not there. And suddenly, he knows where she is. He looks to the picture on his porch - and suddenly, it shifts ... and where his house once was on the painting, a smoke cloud forms. And then I see his face - he knows he's dead. The house then explodes in a fire ball, and smoke rises - it looks like a massive fire with smoke so black you would think someone was burning tires ... And then I flash again ... And I'm me again - Evan's holding me, carrying me. I look up at him as he's carrying me into this building - I don't know what building it is, but there's fluorescent lights flickering. I can smell smoke coming from somewhere outside, because once I'm in, it starts to fade. He stops. He says "you okay?" And I just raise my hand, and touch his face. I wake up. That was one of the more omniscient dreams that I've had in my life. There was another part of the dream - I don't really remember where it went in it, but I do remember that there was this black and white photograph of a guy in a sort of pewter, antique-looking frame. But I had a companion piece to it - it was a young woman, just her bust, her dark hair is blowing in a wind, and she's looking to her left ... that's all I remember. Now ... time for pizza ... I'm so very hungry. Blessed be.