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SPRING BREAK!

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Is it spring? I don’t know – it could be? I have no idea how time passes.

Anyways, lately I have been taking months off things; normally food related. I have gone gluten free, diary free, meat free for a month each and I find out exactly what those things to do me and how my body feels when it has those items in (or not in) my system. BUT this month is a little different because I am taking time off of facebook and twitter. YES YOU HEARD ME RIGHT! I am taking time off of those two social networks for about a month (28 days really) to see what my experience will be like.

Recently I was mugged, and there is something that happens to you when you get one or several knives pulled on you by one or several people threatening your life — your perspective shifts. You start to see how you have lived your life, and how you should live your life. You start to think about if you really should care so much about this or that and what really matters. You rip down aspects of yourself and you rebuild new ones hopefully stronger and with more conviction. It is honestly interesting to go through an experience where you could have just as easily had your throat slit instead of repeatedly kicked in ribs — which ended up being what happened to me. I came out of that experience really starting to think what could possibly be the point of tweeting or facebooking without ever actually speaking to people? How much technology between two people is to much technology? I even wondered if I actually had any real relationships with anyone anymore? So building on all these thoughts I have come to this month’s break.

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Part of this is I actually want to figure out what roll twitter and FB have in my life? So I have decided to take the pageantry and performance out of twitter and continue to tweet but the old fashioned way! With pen and paper!!! YAY!!!

I am basically going to go through my day and “tweet” – in the above notebooks – what I would normally online, and see what ends up happening. A lot of what I do end up putting on twitter is (I think) for me, just a dump of my frustrations and a way to stream my internal monologue, but I also suspect that I spend a good amount of time looking for validation and approval for being witty and hilarious — aka the performance part of twitter.

When this is all said and done, I want to hopefully discover what is more important to me about twitter, the interaction? the journaling aspects? or the performance aspects? And then be able to grow in different areas to help better myself though the utilization (or non-utilization) of these tools.

 

Rapey Scooty

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Firstly the weirdest thing about the dream was the color palate — kinda pastel thing going on. Anyways, I barely remember anything about it aside from several things.
Time to make a LIST! (said like Jon Lovitz)

1. I road a red scooter that kept changing how old it was. It was brand knew one minute, thirty years old the next and vice versa.

2. I had a backpack with me.

3. I ate a sandwich while driving my scooter.

4. I ate that sandwich at the moment I stumbled across the street where the former homes of the Flintstones and several other old shows had been sold to real people and they were living in them now — and they painted them all normal colors making it seem really fucking weird.

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5. My dad repeatedly called me telling me to be careful.

6. I believe my destination was 7/11.

7. I got pulled over and didn’t have my license with me.

8. Officer made me call my dad, grabbed the phone and yelled something borderline rapey, and hung up.

9. The result of the traffic stop was the officer’s secretary (literally at a DESK on the side of the road) grabbing me the paperwork to replace my lost driver’s license.

10. I remember this feeling that I hated everything about myself, maybe that is actually how I feel, and riding my scooter was that moment during the day/week where I felt free. Which is definitely a similar feeling to what I get when I ride my bike since I started riding vaguely regularly three years or so ago. Something freeing about bike riding, especially when you get to have that City Of Angels moment when you are just gliding down a hill letting the world envelop you — letting the world take you in. OH RIGHT! The City Of Angels moment stops before she gets #SPOILERALERT killed in a car v bike accident (maybe this stupid bitch should keep her hands on her handle bars and her eyes on the road, am I right?!)

That is the entirety of the things I remember. And looking back I don’t think that guy was actually a cop. I think he just wanted to yell something rapey into a phone.

 

 

Inceptrix

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I finally remember a dream for the first time in what seems like forever, but sadly I don’t remember much more than the construct. Not sure if I am using the term “Construct” correctly (I refuse to look it up) but I am using it to describe what the premise of the dream was — the framework. The over all plot will forever be lost to the ether.

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Firstly I got exhausted last night, like INCREDIBLY exhausted  I haven’t been sleeping for a few days and it just all came to a head last night. Basically around 1 AM I was STILL watching an Angels game, and by the end of it I was passing out unwillingly. Maybe being beyond exhausted is something that helps me remember my dreams? Who the fuck knows, one day I will ask a doctor that actually knows things about dreams and REM state and science shit.

OK, the construct of my this dream was simple, wait — maybe it isn’t. Ummmmmm Ok let’s try it this way, ON the first level I am human, I exist — this is the level that we exist in right now, you know, reality. FOLLOW ME?! Ok so fejiPRIME is sleeping comfortably in his bed and as always I know I am dreaming. What am I dreaming of? WELL in my dream I am dreaming of me DREAMING — literally the first stages of this dream are me like brushing my teeth and shit (vaguely funny since fejiPRIME didn’t brush his teeth last night thanks to just passing out from extreme fatigue, or extrigue) and then tucking himself into a shoddily made bed. After a few moments of tossing and turning our young hero falls asleep.

BAM he starts dreaming about being this guy — let’s assume it is Gerard Butler but I don’t remember — and this guy is going around just being awesome. Wow I kinda just made this sound like Gamer a bit. ANYWAYS I don’t really remember much of what happened, but I remember it was a comedic and action oriented dream. So think of whatever Comedy/Action movie you want and put Gerard Butler in it and that will basically put you on the same page as this dream within a dream. BUT fejiPRIME’s final act of his dream was that the dreamer and Gerard Butler end up in the same time and space (NO THEY DON’T FUCK, though I wouldn’t be opposed) and it turns into a Buddy Action/Comedy much akin to anything Shane Black (most specifically Kiss Kiss Bang Bang one of my all time favorite movies).

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So there you go. A dream within a dream wherein those two dreams collide into one time and space. I assume it will be very homoerotic. And there was a happy ending by all but the bad guys! YAY!

wait — I just said “happy ending had by all” and “homoerotic” in the same thought. Whatever, there is no way I can get around the inevitable sex between the dream version of myself and Gerard Butler. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!? 

 

 

PS: Second time I have used a play on INCEPTION as a title.

I’M STUCK IN BOSTON!

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First Church of Christ Scientist Downtown Boston Massachusetts

Last night’s dream was so topical! And also had an entertaining call back to a previous dream I had only ONE TIME!? Who has dreams that make call backs to ONE DREAM from many years ago? So strange — ANYWAYS — I was in Boston, cause apparently I had decided to fly there on a Thursday instead of go to sleep and prepare to go to work the next day, and because of the events I couldn’t leave (no mention of why I was able to fly in, but can’t fly out). I wasn’t just in Boston either! I was in the middle of everything in Watertown and for some unknown reason I was with a cross section of classmates from my ENTIRE LIFE. Seriously, kids from my private school days, my junior high days, my high school days in both Villa Park, CA and Strathmore, Alberta – though surprisingly no one from Red Deer College. No explanation was given on why we were all together.

So this weird “This is your SCHOOL LIFE” field trip that I went on was the exact same field trip that I had went on in a dream a LONG time ago with my classmates from my private Lutheran grade school to go see this crazy old Lutheran church in Boston. When we were being protected by a MASS of SWAT members and military snipers they had to quickly move us from time to time and eventually we ended up in this cemetery which i recognized – I REMEMBER THINKING “shit, I already dreamed this fucking cemetery – and i turned to the representative of my Grade School classmates and asked her “Hey,  isn’t this the same church we came to before in fifth grade?” and she concurred, and I was thinking WHAT A COINKY DINK! But in my deeper brain I remember thinking “This is the best you can do dream brain? we are recycling sets now?”

The few interesting moments from the dream was me calling fejidad to tell him that “I probably won’t be making it to work tomorrow.” Which of course just spawned a conversation that gave my dream brain and my real brain head aches — though my real brain was screaming “REALLY DREAM BRAIN!? I can’t even have a sleep without having to deal with these conversations!?” — Another moment was me not paying attention but then quickly turning around to see a sniper trip, fall and fire his rifle directly at me, luckily I wasn’t shot, and STRANGELY no one else noticed that this sniper just tripped and fell firing his rifle, no one. And the final interesting dream bullet point was the fact that while in the cemetery we all started smoking a joint – AND NO ONE CARED! They were like “Well, these kids could be shot at any moment, might as well let them be high.” PS I don’t even smoke weed.

And then I woke up to MSNBC being on news coverage of exactly what I was dreaming about, well aside from the weed.

DREAM WELL!

Get Glue… My favorite “Community” ever!

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Some of you may know that I love the community “Get Glue” cause it is a great place to just go and read people’s comments good or bad. Sure it is like “Foursquare for Media” but really it is like review vomit for all things. It is just a small portion of twitter that is laser focused onto one particular subject. Here is a particular conversation I had with someone over the tv show “Community” that started with me saying that I wish someone would Old Yeller the show — Well you can do the rest.

ps. some pictures overlap in content, and I apologize for that.

pps. the best thing is that this girl is probably half my age and I’m debating her. YAY INTERNET!

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That was enjoyable… right?!