Sunday, December 26, 2010

I had a really weird dream. It was awesome. Also, here's a fairytale.

Okay, first off, my dream.

Before this dream, I had another weird dream a few days ago, and I remembered it the whole day, but I didn't write it down or anything, so I forgot it.

But this is about the weird dream I had tonight, and as a (sort of) bonus, I'll talk about another dream (or more) I had a few weeks ago. But first things first.

Okay, so of course I was thinking about Tron. I was also kind of thinking about Warrior's Way (which I unfortunately heard was disappointing). I guess my subconscious merged the two thoughts together. There were other aspects of the dream, like my fear of not doing my homework on time (in a gym, which has been used in other dreams but as different rooms - more on that later). Okay so anyway, the dream started (?) with me (as me) talking about the different Tron things coming out. There was this Tron video game (which I constantly wished was a movie) called Symbol Warrior: (I don't remember the rest). My mind went into the video game I guess. It's like Tron, except with samurai swords and dragons (that looked strangely computerized) and the world had more slides or something. It was beautiful. Then the dream became more of a movie. It was kind of set in the video game, but my mind got sidetracked. It followed this girl and this warrior guy (who looked strangely like the warrior guy from Warrior's Way). She was about 13 or 14 with blonde hair and I'm not sure, but her name might have been Lexy (yeah, I will always spell Lexy with a y). They broke out of some prison or something to do with some company. The warrior I think was protecting this girl. They were running away from something. Then (as usual in my dreams) I became that girl (good thing her name was Lexy). I was running away and the warrior guy told us to split up. I kept thinking what if it's more dangerous like that? But I heard something like the people were on the other side where he went so I went to this chick's grandma's house. I could go into detail about that, but after that I woke up (at 11:19!!!). There was another side line about this guy tasked to blow up some base in Cuba and another in Rio de Janeiro, but I barely remember. There was probably so much to the dream, but I forgot. I just realized how much my dream reminds me of the show Nikita.

I said that the gym was used as another room in another dream. I realized that several places in several dreams (I know this to be true) are reused, like several set pieces are reused (especially for tv shows).

There were two more dreams I had over the past few weeks.

One was really strange, like in some "dreamscape"*. It kinda reminded me of MirrorMask (oh, and any "dreamscape" I have is usually a desert). There were places in this desert that could appear out of thin air (they were being hidden by some sort of mist). Blue cylinder apartment buildings occupied by either humans or creatures (I think). Basically, each room was a cylinder laid on its side, and it was stacked near, below, or on top other cylinders. They looked like either blue glass or gargantuan hollowed out blue raspberry jolly ranchers. It was like some huge bee hive, except it was blue. There were other buildings too, but I can't remember most of them. I've forgotten most of the dream, but there were two aspects that stuck out the most. One, was that there were these "freedom fighters" or "terrorists" (depends whose side you were on) that were fighting for something, but I can't remember. All I know is I chose their side, but I kinda felt guilty, thinking "What would Dad think about this?". That was partially why I was on the run. So here's the next aspect I remember. I ran into another building that reminded me, oddly, of the Sherlock Holmes museum (I've been there) in London. But each building (or most) led to a different world (pre-established world). This one had doors that led to the world of Alice in Wonderland. I don't remember the other parts (what a shame), but I remember rabbits and other stuff.

I could go into more dreams I had, but that is for another time.

*Dreamscape: What I define as some ongoing landscape that has no end (kind of like in Tron that ground in their world that goes on forever) in a dream. All you see is horizon. There's usually some stray buildings or whatnot and it's usually never in full daylight (for me, anyway). My usual dreamscape is a desert with cloudy or dark-ish sky at or around sunset. I think it was inspired by (or I finally realized my dreamscape while looking at) Edgar Ende paintings. Also, some Salvador Dali paintings would count too.

I just wish I could come up with as creative and original ideas, places, and stories for my fanfic while I'm awake as much as when I'm asleep.

Now, on to my next fairytale:

Red Riding Hood!

Little Red Riding Hood


From http://unrealitymag.com/index.php/2010/03/10/little-red-riding-hood-concept-art/

Wolves and wind became your creed
As an attack, it was strange indeed
And whilst you could have been murdered
Something almost beautiful stopped it further

Now an outcast, they will hunt you
But as an outcast, you cared not
Even if friends became enemies to you
You want to find the one who for you fought

You still have a mission so clear
That is not for me to decide
This mission to your heart has always been near
No one can tell you to hide


This is about an OC (original character) named Eleanor "Nelly" Linderman. She's mostly from Heroes (her father is Daniel Linderman), Indiana Jones (her brother-in-law is a descendant of Indiana Jones), and Iron Man (her former occupation). Come to think of it, I might throw the tv show Nikita into my world as well. Seems rather interesting... This character was lately inspired by The Wolfman (2010, even if it was mediocre). So yeah.

I'm gonna go play COD:BO right now, so bye! :)

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas and Beauty

Christmas is today. Yay. I had fun; the day isn't over, so yeah. I'm about to play Call of Duty Black Ops (yesterday was a Christmas miracle - we finally were able to get rid of time limit in COD:BO Multiplayer. WOO!). I got pajamas (very cute frosty pink ones) from my mom Blondie, as well as chocolate (yum). I got an Eclipse poster (with the Cullen family - not too shabby) and cute socks from my brother Garg, and a $15 iTunes gift card from Tally. Some gifts are delayed from coming because of the oh-so-annoying snow storms in London (storms which never touched where I live - ARGH). So, if I didn't talk about a present, chances are I haven't received it yet. Two other things I got for Christmas (a third I got also for my b-day - Netflix!): Money and an Xbox Live Account. WHOO! Blondie also made French toast for all of us (I put Raspberry Jam on it, for we lacked syrup). So I must thank everyone for being so kind on Christmas! Hopefully no one is having a crappy one.

And now for the next fairytale poem.

Ms. Beauty.

Beauty


From http://www.logoi.com/pastimages/beauty_and_the_beast.html


Curses cover the eyes
And fill the worlds with lies
All is not what it appears
And checkered hearts fill your fear

Of a pure royal blood you are
‘Tis not tainted, but hidden
Strange hands hold the cards
Which could lead to the truth being risen

Death saves you from an uncertain fate
But He can’t always protect you
Save those who are in your previous state
And Death’s curse can be broken through


This is about an OC (original character) part time dancer/part time model named Amélie Dupont. Amélie's mainly from The Da Vinci Code, Harry Potter, Indiana Jones (kind of) and Death Proof. Da Vinci code, because of some certain relatives, Harry Potter because of some certain beast (NOT Sirius Black - an OC from Harry Potter), and Death Proof because of some certain friends. I don't feel like explaining the Indiana Jones aspect of it. Her adoptive family's kind of evil, and they want to control almost every aspect of her life. They are a part of some secret society (I'm still doing secret societies even if I watched the "Fantastic Easter Special" episode from South Park - LOL). Her family allows them to manipulate her and make her do what they want. She was touring the United States with a dance troupe when she made a break for it. She ran into some sort of beast (a hell hound, if you will), and that beast scared her pursuers. I got my inspiration for this character mostly from the character River from Firefly* and the Ballerina from Angel (both Joss Whedon characters portrayed by Summer Glau, oddly enough). Also, I've been reading conspiracy theory articles that give good ideas for stories (like celebrities that are manipulated by the elite). Do I believe the articles? Partially, but I don't know what to believe. But that's not important. Just citing inspirations for this character.

So after that lengthy description of a strange character of many stories, I bid adieu for now as I work on the eighth chapter for Roses and Poetry, as well as various chapters for other stories as I await the Call of Duty Black Ops marathon to be had.

Merry Christmas!

*For that, in the poem, I was originally going to say "strange blue hands ("two by two, hands of blue..."), but that might be bordering on plagiarism.

PS: Another Christmas miracle, this time at work, I want to speak about. I was packing groceries in a car for a customer. She was holding several bags and I was too. She wondered if she was holding everything, then she said she probably was, so I let go. But she wasn't holding the eggs. They were dropped on the ground. It sounded pretty bad. I picked them up and we both checked the eggs. Not one was broken. The customer exclaimed, "It's a Christmas miracle!" I was happy I didn't have to get a replacement. So yeah. Probably one of the first work stories shared on my blog.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

The Twins, Dear Beautiful Annie, and Procrastination

Note: This was actually posted on the 22nd, not the 23rd, of December.

So here are the next fairytales, Snow White and Rose Red:

Snow White


From http://www.mykeamend.com/new/products-page/all-products/snow-white-8x10-metallic-print/



In the magical stories of old
‘Tis your stepmother full of spite
In your life, nice is she and extremely bold
‘Tis your aunt you may have to fight

Your love truly is a prince
But not of this world his dominion is
He does not want to be a prince
Yet he means to make you his

Half human only is he
He and dear Rose you must save
Your family might set you all free
Or your lives they may take


This is talking about a character not my own, a young witch named Artemis Dubaer, or better known as Alexandra Fielding. She is from T*Witches (and I'm going by what I know of the books - NOT by the DCOM's). In this prophecy, her longtime boyfriend (from the books) Cade Wilson is actually a sort of prince. A prince of what, I shall not tell. The crazy aunt is an OC. I combined the two Snow Whites of the stories (as Fables did). "Rose" is referring to the next prophecy, Rose Red.

Rose Red


From http://media.photobucket.com/image/rose%20red%20fairy%20tale/taeryunn/RoseRed.jpg

You are enemies both not knowing
You fight with your faces unmasked
Masked you find your love more showing
But you face a difficult task

You must let go of your enemy
And black hearts are of a danger more
His black heart is not much of a worry
But forget not this heart anymore

Insanity might not run through your family
But secrets by them are always hidden
In plain sight, these secrets you will see
But of them, do not be ridden


This prophecy is about Artemis's twin, Apolla Dubaer, or Camryn Barnes. She is also from T*Witches.

Okay, so yeah. Obviously I haven't been on in almost a month. This is because I was being lazy.

And here is a video shown to me by Tally, a familiar song (a favorite of mine) done in an interesting way by one of the world's most talented singers. Basically, here's "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" by Annie Lennox.



And that's all for now.

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