Another Late Entry, Another Dream

      Buckle up, buttercup, I'm just getting started.

      In The Sims 3, there are songs the characters can learn when they go on vacation. In my dream, one of those songs became a sound-track, with instrumentals, and it sounded amazing. That is what I heard as I saw a man leave his home, which, upon reflection, was the title character's apartment building from House MD. Not long after the man left, his wife began inviting multiple men into their home; but the husband returned early. Everyone began yelling, and then the husband started beating the wife's other partners to death...with a pillow. I saw the feathers fly.

    In the next scene, I hear a teenage boy rambling aimlessly, as though he were a teenage girl. Then I, of course, see House. He looks like he's a million miles away. He's visiting an amusement park or something. He's going to investigate the murder, because he's either a part of the LAPD or Chicago PD.

    Unfortunately that's all I can remember right now, but the Sims 3 song sounded incredible. Learned in China, the song is called The Love Of Xing Lo. I really don't want to forget how it sounded. But I will. It was played slower, and sung by a man who actually didn't sound terrible, like all the male Sims. That's even better than how fucking accurate it is! That's my new favorite dream right there. I mean, yeah, it's got a killer in it――but hey! At least he cushioned the blow...

Game Rambles

       I decided tonight that I would play Sims 3. It had been awhile since I geeked out like that in the AM. Things were going fine, until my Sims returned from France. It had taken me 7 out of 9 days of their vacation, but I finally, finally, got a high quality Avornalino. Then I started a mission about making nectar, so I put the fruit into her boyfriend's inventory, to make absolutely sure it wouldn't be used. When she was done, I put the fruit back into her inventory and they went home...and now it's nowhere to be found. Not in her inventory, not in his inventory, not in the family inventory.

      So weird. So many glitches. My Sim also should have maxed out her gardening skill, but once it reached zero, her tabcast died and then it said 14 hours. PMO.

     Hah, oops. Now she's pretty much a day late to work on her garden. It's not going so well right now, but I had an idea. I think this time around, she's going to have a child with her boyfriend, then I'll have him leave her, and she'll have another child with his brother. Or not; I kind of prefer to start with Sims who both have parents, and neither of them do. So maybe I'll make a single male for her instead. Again, or not. Hell, I might just keep her; do what I used to do. Max out every skill I know to exist, get a vacation home in all three places, and upload her to the Exchange.

      Everything's up in the air right now. Suits me fine. I can't under-stand people who only play for challenges created by someone else.

Late Entry

       I've been having some weird dreams lately, which I guess is what my blog is for now. My favorite weird recent dream is the Rollerblading one. It started out in a mall, and I was going from one end to the other, just practicing. Ended up getting so good at it, that I refused to walk normally. I kept my Rollerblades on and even skated through the grass, for some reason. Then a stranger offered me a ride and I ignored them, but they followed me. Luckily I could outdo them on wheels.

      My next memorable dream is when I had people trying to kill me, because I was exhibiting powers. Too much Lucifer, I guess. But they ended up burying me alive, and I fought my way out of the grave.

    And last night I dreamt that my mother made the decision to move my mattress into her room, which we did while my room was being renovated. Except in that dream, my bedroom was complete. Actually, it pretty much is. I even reorganized it to look like how it used to be, before all this. At three in the morning, all by myself; I couldn't handle being displaced anymore. After nearly 100 days of sleeping on the floor, it felt so good to be in my own space under-neath a functional light switch again that I turned it on and off a couple of times.

      But in the mattress dream, somehow my box spring was nowhere to be found. So I moved the mattress back, and bending the mattress into positions it can't be contorted into. And I'm a fucking lucid dreamer; my dream self could feel the work.

      Maybe that's why I'm always tired.

    I guess one of my favorite dreams is breaking into a palace that looked like tower-cut shards of obsidian. The inside was like a cave, though; but I've also dreamt of a gigantic luxury home. I wasn't in there legally, either. And lately, my dream always takes me to the same place; pretty much a room with a glass wall overlooking a balcony, and I'm always in time to see the sunset. That's where I ended up in the Lucifer-ish, buried-alive dream, too.

    I've also dreamt that Negan was punishing, or torturing, people. People who weren't always innocent. One of them was in the shower, and in my dream, it was me. I was looking through the eyes of that person as Negan opened the shower curtain and bludgeoned him to death. There were children and babies, too. But after realizing the error of his ways, Negan decided to punish Carol, who tortured a child in The Walking Dead. It was weird, and not my first Walking Dead dream, either. I've gone from running through the prison from zombies but turning into a fully coherent one, to sitting on a Dumpster with Hershel, and finally to being in a planetarium with Negan, and even the floor and ceiling are screens, too, so the stars are above and beneath us, not just in front of us. It was like we were hovering in space.

      That last dream was at the same time as the one where I was in the Abbotsford mall, but it was flooding. And then a car drove up the escalators and got trapped. I remember because I walked out of the mall and into the planetarium, which replaced the clothing store by the escalators. Which, in real life, it does not.

      Yeah... Dreams are bizarre. I've been wanting to post about them here for awhile now; kind of a late entry. I actually forgot how to justify text and resorted to looking it up. Then, of course, duh.

   I've had other dreams, too. Some of them, I even want to remember. Welcome to my online journal and the rat maze of my brain.