tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010/53 2007-05-25T04:04:12Z ENG399W Dream Blog Movable Type Enterprise 1.02 tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2646 2007-05-25T03:52:33Z 2007-05-25T04:04:12Z

I don't know if anyone else on the blogs watches Supernatural on the CW, but it's one of my favorite shows because c'mon, demons and ghosts and stuff. I love that kind of genre thing. Anyway, I started trying to...

AK I don't know if anyone else on the blogs watches Supernatural on the CW, but it's one of my favorite shows because c'mon, demons and ghosts and stuff. I love that kind of genre thing. Anyway, I started trying to get my friends into it and uh... I succeeded with a couple of them. One of them had a crossover dream of Supernatural and Resident Evil 4 which I just felt like tossing on here. Dean & Sam are standing on this floating platform of some sort. Kinda like the stern half of a pirate ship decked out in factory pipes and stuff, but definitely only half the ship. Across from them is another floating platform that had some evil demon that they were supposed to kill but had to time it right. Also, they were supposed to flick this switch or gauge to fully kill it, with only a couple of magnum rounds to do it. Dean had the magnum and told Sam to distract the demon but the timing was off and Sam died. But then my friend heard Sam's voice reasoning somewhere outside of the visual scene that Dean should take the opportunity to look for the switch/gauge, and then they can restart like in a video game and kick ass properly. Dean jumps off the floating-half-of-a-pirate ship and swims to the floating shell on the right but gets attacked by swimming zombies. The zombies don't hurt Dean in the water, they just slow him down (My friend thinks this is because in every zombie flick she's watched, zombies just never fared well in water. Mythology wise, it's running water and all that, lol). Dean climbs onto this narrow metal dock and takes out his shotgun and blasts the zombies away like in Resident Evil 4. They look like cult people in black and red robes, and a couple in army clothes. He makes it into a Western-style saloon and there's this doorway lit by two blue flames under a balcony. He can't enter because he doesn't have the power to dispell the magic so he gives up and swims back and Sam tells Dean to try from the other side. And uh, she woke up there because she had to go to the bathroom, lol. Anyway, I just find it funny that she's dreaming of Sam & Dean. And I remember Charlotte mentioning the celebrity dreams that people have had and I'm just left wondering... why haven't I had dreams about people like that? I'd really like to *pokes her subconscious* tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2594 2007-05-25T02:18:05Z 2007-05-25T03:43:31Z

Before the semester started, I hardly ever remembered my dreams. The ones I did recall were mostly emotional ones, or ones where I "died" and things like that. Or, well, more personal ones. Now, I recall quite a bit more,...

AK Before the semester started, I hardly ever remembered my dreams. The ones I did recall were mostly emotional ones, or ones where I "died" and things like that. Or, well, more personal ones. Now, I recall quite a bit more, and actually, it's quite a relief to know that not all my dreams are horrible ones. Except that I couldn't really keep my brain on a schedule of dreaming, so all those blog entry assignments where it said "A dream" made me wince and hit up people like a druggie for dreams they'd had. It was fun to read other people's blogs and see what their subconscious had been cooking up for them. Some of them made me feel that, hey, I'm relatively normal *laughs* Anyway, the dream blogs have been fun. Made me feel like I've gotten better at articulating some things. At others, I think I may have grown worse but this was an experience, to say the least. Never really thought I'd be blogging for school. I've been doing a lot of reading on different legends/myths surrounding dreams in a few cultures and a lot of them bring up how our dreams come from a hidden self that gets some freedom when our waking selves are asleep. Sort of like Jung's concept of a darker self that was mentioned sometime last semester. And re-reading my blog entries and the entries of others, it makes me wonder which ones were the result of that possible "darker self" coming to the surface. I'm inclined to believe that my darker self is not all due to repressed sexual wishes (Freud, you closet perv, lol), but there's probably a lot of repression going on and if dreams are the steam being let off, I'm all for it. Sometimes I wish I remembered more but maybe the dreams are therapeutic, as Hobson would believe, just by being let out and I really shouldn't try to recall them. Anyway, cheers to the closing of the blogs! It's definitely been an experience. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2633 2007-05-24T17:14:29Z 2007-05-24T17:31:21Z

I'm in some park in the middle of the night, standing in a circle of salt. There are black candles lit everywhere and there's some chanting that I can't quite hear. Kinda like if you were hearing things from underwater....

AK I'm in some park in the middle of the night, standing in a circle of salt. There are black candles lit everywhere and there's some chanting that I can't quite hear. Kinda like if you were hearing things from underwater. There are maybe 10-20 people there, and then one guy whips out a laptop from out of nowhere, and starts to give a sex ed lecture. He pulls out a bunch of bananas and cucumbers and I'm staring, until he pulls out a whole other bunch of fruits and vegetables and proceeds to make some sort of mixed fruit/veggie salad out of everything, chopping with one hell of a big knife. Uh... so, yeah. I wonder what the heck that was about. Don't remember much else but I woke up with a craving for yogurt, haha. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2626 2007-05-24T02:25:27Z 2007-05-24T05:17:24Z

There's a guy in an office, talking on the phone. It's all secretive and coded, but after he hangs up, he shoves a gun into his pants at the small of his back before he leaves the office. The scene...

AK There's a guy in an office, talking on the phone. It's all secretive and coded, but after he hangs up, he shoves a gun into his pants at the small of his back before he leaves the office. The scene shifts to some apartment, where he's standing over a blood-stained bed. There's a loud sound, and then stomping footsteps. The door to the room bursts open to show guys in SWAT team get-up. The guy is already moving toward the balcony, realizing he's been set up. He fights past the agents and jumps off. This is one of my friend's dreams and that's as much as she can remember. She actually dreams about this guy pretty often, often in a cinematic way where she watches him, and each dream is like a section of his life. The guy is actually an assassin character that she used to RP a couple of years ago and in a way, I guess he's still active in her brain because she's making up cases and stuff for him. My dreams tend to be disjointed but... has anyone ever had continuous dreams of the same person like my friend? I've had maybe one or two that are set in the same "world" where I'm the same person but I know she's had at least... 5 or so about this one guy, which I find interesting. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2621 2007-05-23T23:32:58Z 2007-05-24T05:12:05Z

This is a dream that I had a couple of days ago but I didn't have a chance to write about it until now. And, well, now even the details I did remember are sort of hazy so I guess...

AK This is a dream that I had a couple of days ago but I didn't have a chance to write about it until now. And, well, now even the details I did remember are sort of hazy so I guess this is just the lasting impressions of the dream? I'm in the sports field of an academy in a dueling ring. The weapons aren't actually weapons, though I do have a staff in my hand, but willpower. It's a matter of whose order tops the other, and I manage to win. But I'm left with this horrible feeling after my opponent leaves. I get the feeling that I have a lot of responsibilities, and that I wish I didn't have to duel nor have the power to order other people to do what I want. And I say that "when I have time, classes are easy because they're fun. But they're no fun when I have no time" and then I head back into the school. This was actually quite a "long" dream in that a lot of stuff happened but I only remember the tail-end because that's when I woke up. But that stupid line at the end stuck with me, even more than the fact that hey, I can order people around! I do wish I had more control over my life but I would never want to control other people. Or maybe my subconscious is letting me know that, actually, I would. I'm writing this after reading about that "honor killing" of Dua Khalil on a forum a friend linked me to and... if I did have the power in my dream, I'd sure be doing some tinkering. But of course I don't so... Well, I'll just leave off here. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2622 2007-05-20T23:48:09Z 2007-05-24T05:10:40Z

I'm in a crowded bar and after I order a beer, I take it and sit at a corner table. I drink and drink, and the beers keep going. Before I realize, I'm on my fourth bottle and there are...

AK I'm in a crowded bar and after I order a beer, I take it and sit at a corner table. I drink and drink, and the beers keep going. Before I realize, I'm on my fourth bottle and there are four shots on the table in front of me. I don't even remember ordering them. Then someone asks if they can join me, because all the other tables are full. That's when I realize I've got weapons on me, because I almost pull out a gun on the guy but manage to restrain myself (I think it's because I was surprised?). And we drink together, but the other guy doesn't pay at all and neither do I, but the shots keep coming. Then I'm in a hotel room, staring down at the hotel stationary, and my cell phone is vibrating against my leg but I'm ignoring it. I know there's more to this dream but that's all I remember. Odd points for me- I don't drink. I hate crowded places. I hardly ever have my cell phone with me (which annoys people trying to call me, haha). I feel like I should offer analysis so... this might come from my conversation with a friend a few days ago about how we should go out more, and try to meet people. And actually have conversations, because the two of us are rather... bad at small talk and whatnot. But that wouldn't be this dream because I don't think I really ever talked. Also, my subconscious has always been a bit twisted so it might not be about that convo at all. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2623 2007-05-15T00:04:02Z 2007-05-24T00:12:43Z

Reading through the course website makes me see how much work we've really done over the course of the semester, and the variety of subjects our research covered. It's kind of amazing how they all group together in some way...

AK Reading through the course website makes me see how much work we've really done over the course of the semester, and the variety of subjects our research covered. It's kind of amazing how they all group together in some way as well, but then, I'm not entirely sure why that amazes me so much. We really bucked down when it came to doing the sites, it seems. Because we've really packed a lot of information into the pages. But I also think we could have done better (at least, I do personally) had we all not been tired of it all at the end (again, that might just be me speaking). Aesthetically, if we'd had some sort of color scheme per section of the site, it might have gone better but then, we all have different tastes so I don't know how well a pre-made format, besides the MovableType one, would have gone across. And all our projects are different enough that no color scheme would match everything. Well, the website's done and... I can only hope the conference goes okay. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2593 2007-05-14T02:12:03Z 2007-05-24T00:12:43Z

I hate speaking in public, especially when there are strangers in the audience. Even in class, I hate giving presentations because really, I'd be happier just being the wallpaper. Not the wallflower, but actually the wallpaper, except that, of course,...

AK I hate speaking in public, especially when there are strangers in the audience. Even in class, I hate giving presentations because really, I'd be happier just being the wallpaper. Not the wallflower, but actually the wallpaper, except that, of course, classrooms just have paint so that's sorta a moot point. Anyway, so I'm sure that it's obvious that the conference makes me nervous. Simply the idea of it has made me nervous since I signed up for the seminar. I feel like I'm just going to make a complete fool of myself, and... oh, I don't know, babble my head off and then afterward, I will want to dig a ditch, throw myself into it and then somehow bury myself. I *really* hate speaking in public. I'm okay in classrooms with little kids but once people are my age or older, my brain just makes it all worse even if people are telling me that it'll all be perfectly all right. So. Nervous to all hell. Hopefully, the dress rehearsal that we're having makes it all somewhat less of "oh my god, I'm going to mess up... this is going to be a disaster" feeling situation. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2625 2007-05-07T02:07:11Z 2007-05-24T05:14:44Z

I'm in a supermarket and I'm walking down the aisle with the cereal. There's boxes and boxes to each side of me, but when I look, they're not cereal boxes. They have faces on the front. One I distinctly remember...

AK I'm in a supermarket and I'm walking down the aisle with the cereal. There's boxes and boxes to each side of me, but when I look, they're not cereal boxes. They have faces on the front. One I distinctly remember was my ex-boss's face, and I think another of them was my aunt. I hear the overhead announce say that they're having a deal, and that you need proof of purchases to redeem. I knock down a bunch of boxes and sit down in the middle of the aisle and break out a box cutter. I start cutting out the serials, but they're not where they usually are but in the middle of the front of the box. They're smack dab in the center of the faces' foreheads. But I just keep cutting and cutting, until I have a whole stack. Then I reach up and I think I begin to start cutting into my own forehead but that's where I woke up. I've been thinking about barcodes a lot lately, and reading up on tattoos for something I'm writing, which is where this might come from. And partially from Dark Angel, if anyone knows the show. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2356 2007-04-26T15:15:49Z 2007-05-19T02:09:05Z

I'm in the gymnasium of a some sort of school, and it resembles my high school gym except that the walls have mirrors on them. I think they're double-sided, like the ones they use in investigation rooms. Anyway, there are...

AK I'm in the gymnasium of a some sort of school, and it resembles my high school gym except that the walls have mirrors on them. I think they're double-sided, like the ones they use in investigation rooms. Anyway, there are a bunch of girls and guys with me and we're playing basketball when suddenly the lights flash on and off. From the corner of my eye, I see this girl, very pale, dressed in gray, and she's pointing at the girl next to me. She mimes something, gesturing wildly. Before I can figure out what she's trying to get across, she disappears and the lights return to normal. Only there is steam across all the mirrored walls, as if we had all been in a sauna. And that's when I wake up. I woke up with the eerie feeling that I'd been in some sort of experimental facility, but you know, that might have been due to the book I was reading before I went to bed. Or even the show I was watching for several hours that evening. I keep telling myself this but I have to really stop staying up late reading/watching stuff if it's going to give me weird dreams. On the other hand, it's helpful because I actually have dreams to write on this thing instead of having to hit up my friends, haha. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2353 2007-04-23T05:27:24Z 2007-05-19T02:09:05Z

Trying to condense the paper and separate it into comprehensible sections is not my favorite thing to do. On the other hand, I do like making websites and playing with color schemes & layouts. However, I can't go crazy on...

AK Trying to condense the paper and separate it into comprehensible sections is not my favorite thing to do. On the other hand, I do like making websites and playing with color schemes & layouts. However, I can't go crazy on this since 1) it's academic 2) there's already a unifying format. So I don't get to play with photoshop as much as I would have liked. Oh well. Still, making a website about anime is fun. I'm enjoying the choices I have to choose between, on images and what text. Although I think much of it is not coming out as clearly as I would want, or maybe I just think it's absolutely babble but it makes perfect sense to other people. Anyway, hoping the site turns out okay... tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2352 2007-04-20T05:10:52Z 2007-05-19T02:09:05Z

I'm walking down these steps in a lecture hall, papers in my hand. It's not too big a lecture hall but it's still sizeable. When I get to the front of the room, I stand in front of the desk...

AK I'm walking down these steps in a lecture hall, papers in my hand. It's not too big a lecture hall but it's still sizeable. When I get to the front of the room, I stand in front of the desk and begin to speak. But halfway through, I realize that everyone is staring at me like I've grown a second head. I'm doing my presentation in English, but it's a French class. I look down at my papers but they look like absolute gibberish. And that's when I wake up. ...Anxiety, whoo. Why does this feel like some sort of pre-cursor to the conference? ... tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2351 2007-03-26T05:03:54Z 2007-05-19T02:09:05Z

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AK ... OMG. Kill me now. I'm reminded of why I hate IDs. My memory is frackin' horrible. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.2350 2007-03-15T05:02:13Z 2007-05-19T02:09:05Z

I bombed that one. Can I have the first one back please? ... Guess it's all luck on what passages get thrown at us on the real thing. Not really looking forward to it but best get cracking....

AK I bombed that one. Can I have the first one back please? ... Guess it's all luck on what passages get thrown at us on the real thing. Not really looking forward to it but best get cracking. tag:blogs.qc.cuny.edu,2007:/blogs/0906N_1432/010//53.1822 2007-03-09T00:33:52Z 2007-05-19T02:08:34Z

Dentists are not my favorite people in the world. Not that I have anything against my dentist, but I just don't like them in general. Since I haven't had many dreams lately, and I don't have anyone to bug right...

AK Dentists are not my favorite people in the world. Not that I have anything against my dentist, but I just don't like them in general. Since I haven't had many dreams lately, and I don't have anyone to bug right now for a dream, this is one that I don't remember much of. I'm running for the bus and manage to catch one that's right at the corner, and get to the dentist's office. But then I'm kept waiting. When I do finally get called, they put me in one of the rooms. A lady comes in, puts on gloves, turns on the TV, takes off the gloves & throws them away. She puts on a new pair, sets a cup of water by the small sink next to me, and throws away those pairs of gloves. The dentist comes in and puts on a pair of gloves. Then he takes them off and puts them on again. That's as much as I remember. If there was something traumatizing or abnormal about it, beyond the gloves and stuff, my brain's suppressing it.