Category: ~whatever~
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013. -10˚C / +14˚F @ 11:59 pm.
(Paramahansa Yogananda’s Birthday.) ( && /Annie P.’s ((Cheryl W’s sister)) Birthday.)
Dreamed that Jassper (our ‘puppy horse’) (Lab type dog, wants to be this area’s first 500 pound dog…) was chained up on the back deck and a black bear attacked him. In the dream I called the police and went looking for some kind of weapon I could protect my dog with. Then the dog had survived the attack, but he was a bloody mess and was hiding under a shovel on the porch. ((In the dream he was hiding under a shiny silver short handled shovel that looked like what people used to use to shovel snow in the dark ages (like the 1950’s) before anybody designed snow shovels the way they look now.)) I was really upset and wished I had a shotgun with some heavy duty slugs that would have blown the bear’s head off.
Also, in one of my exploring a house I’ve never seen before dreams a male authority figure that I had thought was my father at first, said something like, “Better get on the stick with the Atlantic Salmon.” —> which could be related to the fact that Cathi had put in for a transfer to the Department of Fisheries and Oceans up here and they’ve been contacting her, thinking they would pay to move us to Fredericton if she gets an offer and accepts it.
—Yay? Woke up in less pain than most days recently- (Fibromyalgia? Flu? Arthritis? Ack.)
~~~~~Jim
New Year’s Eve, Decembre 31, 2012
Monday, Decembre 31, 2012. -1˚C / +30˚F @ 6:30 pm.
I was feeling lousy earlier today and went back to bed.
In my most recent dream I dreamt I was talking to my good friend Larry, who passed away very unexpectedly a couple years ago around this time.
He told me he discovered recently that he has a son, that the boy is having problems and that he (Larry) is suffering greatly because he can’t be there for his son.
I continued to dream that I was trying to find the boy and saw him in a couple different coloured backgrounds. The first was a blue and I was explaining to the boy or somebody that I had an indigo background. In my second attempt, I’m not sure whether I saw the boy in a pink background or glossed over one in favour of a lighter blue/cyan background.
I have no idea what, if anything, the different coloured backgrounds might mean.
~~~~~Jim
2012 is rumbling to a close
Sunday, December 30, 2012. -13˚C/+9˚F @2:20 pm in Arnprior.
Dreamed I was walking around in a place that reminded me of Milford, CT, in my youth. It felt like I’d skipped school and was trying to avoid police etc. I felt like I got caught sleeping in a house that was supposed to be empty, or maybe just barely escaped. My Cousin Glenn’s father asked me if I’d planted a garden yet, and I said no- He said he wanted me to plant a garden and was showing me his garden and said he was going out to find some seeds. A small pig was rooting around in the garden. My cousin picked up the pig and gave it a prodigious kick, like a football punt. The pig went spinning through the sky and landed on it’s back near where a family was picnic-ing. it turned into a human woman for a few seconds, gasped and sat up, and then ran away as a pig again. My cousin shook his fist and said, “You’ll never do that again, will ya?”
—Weird?
~~~~~Admin
Friday, December 7, 2012
Another Dream
A boy (14 year old?) and his dog (about a 6 month old black Labrador Retriever) were walking in the woods. The dog was happily wagging his tail and the boy was brooding about being teased and called names at school, but enjoying the company of his loving dog.
They were approached by stealthy US Military troops, knocked down, knocked out and dragged into an underground facility.
The facility commander was showing off his latest super soldier technology to a higher officer. When the dog woke up (I think they were sprayed with some kind of gas that knocked them right out.) The dog was docile, greeted soldiers by wagging his tail and did not want to be taken away from his sleeping master. The dog also wagged his tail at a smaller dog who was in the next cage to the one he was brought to. The smaller dog whined and cried and the Lab tried to make friends and acted like he wanted to lick the smaller dog’s cheekbone (is that what you’d call it? muzzle?) The Lab was then given some kind of an injection that turned him aggressive, like in a full rage. When the smaller dog was let into the same cage with the Lab, the lab attacked and killed it.
The base commander told the General (?) that it works every time. Turns peaceful animals and people into killers. Who have no memory of what they’d done when the drug wears off.
They revive the boy, drag him to a cage next to his dog, strap him into a chair and give him an injection of the same drug. Immobilized, the boy prays and asks that Saint Francis help his poor puppy dog.
The drug seems to have the same effect on the boy who strains against the straps and growls. Then they open the door between the two cages. Panting and gritting his teeth the boy says, “Oh puppy dog, what have they done to you?”
The dog runs in, looking like he’s ready to tear the boy’s throat out.
The base commander grins.
The dog stops and rubs his chin against the boy.
The base commander gasps.
The boy sees a Native American spirit walk into the cage, stares at the spectre.
The straps fall away, the boy and dog follow the Native American through the bars, through the walls and they’re gone.
The General is not impressed, “Works every time? Where the [bleep] did they go?”
The base commander shakes his head, “We’ve done this dozens of times. It worked every single time.”
“You say they will have no memory of this?”
Base commander nods. They look at monitors and see thermal images of boy and dog still in the cage.
“They better not remember anything- If you can’t get them back under your control I’m going to have to throw you to the wolves, you know that-”
Commotion and then gun shots in the hall.
Soldiers, believing they’re being attacked by an escaped killer dog, shoot at it, bullets go right through the dog and hit each other (non life threatening injuries)
Boy and dog charge through door into General and commander’s room. Dog jumps at the commander, tears his throat out and leaps at the general. Soldiers charge into room, see dying commander all bloody on the floor and try to shoot the dog, kill the general.
Boy and dog charge through walls and doors and out into the woods. They run like mad until they drop and wake up in the Native American guy’s camp.
The boy thinks he was poisoned by some bad water or something and had really nasty nightmares, is thankful his loving marshmallow of a dog kept him company.
~~~~~Jim
Doctor Who Dream
Tuesday, September 11, 2012.
Dr Who like dream: The Tardis lands somewhere. The Doctor and companions open the door, look outside and smile, then walk outside.
A bunch of kids come running (some of the companions and the doctor ‘hallucinate’ seeing the same kids three times, in three different types of clothing.) The running kids are afraid of something and hide behind trees and rocks, and behind the tardis.
A desperate man runs into the tardis (times three) and a really angry man chases him inside and, in a rage, fires a gun, swings an axe and fires a crossbow. The bullet, axe, or bolt pierces something and some kind of weird whovian radiation escapes.
It looks like the congruent reality three parallel worlds are fractured and try to come back together. Pieces of three different versions of the same people, Doctor, Companions and kids (and dogs and cats) (and attacker and victim) were fractured and tried to come back together with interesting effects. You can stand in one spot and turn slightly, see different versions of the same person. eg.: one kid is wearing a yellow jacket. You look at him from a slightly different angle and the jacket is orange. From a third angle, the jacket is green.
There’s a dog that came apart and came back together with two bums and no head and goes running in circles. Another version has two heads and no posterior. They can’t find the third version.
Some people are obviously evil/good/neutral. Others are confused and/or not so obvious.
Companion personalities are scrambled. Nobody is quite right. One version of the attacker is evil and the victim is innocent. Another version of the attacker is good and was defending himself. The final version of these two, ya can’t tell whether one or both of them are lying or both believe they are defending themselves. The one constant is a small girl screaming because her dog can’t live with two heads or two posteriors or he’s nowhere in sight and she’s afraid something killed him.
I think this Doctor was a combination of Peter Davison and David Tennant.
— I woke up before the Doctor had a chance to fix things, but he was working on it. 😉
~~~~~Jim
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Hi.
Dreamed earlier that I had a heavy dog climbing onto my lap. I was talking to somebody who’d gotten a call about ‘acting’ in a porno flick. The dog climbing onto my lap distracted me, so I don’t know how the porno guy dream went or ended.
Later, I had a dream similar to yesterday’s (Yesterday I dreamed I was ‘inheriting’ interactive maps tracking people, where they were, where their friends and enemies were, and where dangerous situations were likely to occur. Somebody told me that I had become a higher level guardian and these maps came with the territory.) Today I was dreaming in terms of maps and psychically uploading information from dreams onto usb key drives. The information looked like maps. ((I’ve been editing world maps, merging areas in an MMO Role Playing game world. So maybe the images are coming from there.))
~~~~~Jim
Game Building Characters

Friday, August 31, 2012. Hot and Muggy earlier in Arnprior (it’s 8:49 pm now)
Working on the game today, I got the Seamless Links (between areas) right. I also messed with one of the builder characters, (Tosha above) Shrunk her down to Ottarian size ((Ottarians, according to the mythology of the game, evolved from intelligent Otters.)) She’s more modest than some, and like the caption says, she looks like my friend’s daughter Mary Ellen as a kid (but she must have dyed her hair for this photo op… wink).
And, showing my step daughter (the University of Western Ontario Nursing Student) what I’ve done lately I explained how portals will be a big part of the world etc, and went and grabbed a vortex that will later be a portal. After just a little bit of tweaking the vortex’s colours I came up with this:

(Volffe was accidently erased when I clicked on a character generator link and when I tried to escape without saving the ‘oops’ character, Poor Volffe was oopsed into a snar looking character so I went back, grabbed a bard and messed with the standard bard character that popped up, made racial (Human –> moved part of the way to –> Elf) changes as well as clothing colourization etc. This guy looks better that the old Volffe did. Maybe too cute, but he is supposed to be a Bard….
~~~~~Admin/Jim
How many Mondays can we have in a week?

Wednesday, August 8th, 2012. 15˚C/60˚F(?) @ 6:23 am. 🙂
-Garbage day here just outside of Ottawa.
Cathi and I had the time and opportunity to sit down and loose a bunch of beard the other day.

And this is what the web cam thinks I looked like with my beard shortened. (and coloured). (Cameras lie all the time) (they can be effected in subtle ways- even without photoshop) (this was not photoshopped).
Thinking of creative names for ‘real’ places. Like, the king of Snobovia called the new world “Exilia” but told the people he wanted to send there the new world was “Prosperia” and then some rebels broke off and formed the country “Riff-Raffia” while the Riff Raffians won a war and called themselves the Usations. ~~~eh, something like that.
But King Numbess III (named Dumbass III by his ‘loving subjects’….) had the secret map in a secret room where he played with himself gleefully while relishing the idea that he had sent everybody who was better looking and more intelligent than himself to Exilia. oh gaaaa- there’s more to it than that, but inventing stories like this gets me through the night.
~~~Sigh,
~~~~~Admin.
