22:22:22!

Bahahah,

I just checked my watch, and it said 2222:22. Speaking of which, i've always had kind of and OCD with stuff like that, i.e. when microwaving stuff, i do it for 1 minute 11 seconds or 2 minutes 22 seconds. I just have to, haha.

Also, just found these on my computer:





So, onto my latest dream.

The only reason i can remember them so damn well is because i ALWAYS wake up right after they finish. Pretty much everyone dreams at least once a night during the REM stage, but, they continue sleeping after that stage is done - disallowing the "memory" to be burnt into the medium-long term section. Heh.

Waking up right after helps a lot with the recollection.

Anyway, i start by walking towards a really weird house that's kind of hanging off a cliff. There's a really dense forest on all sides, and the house looks like it's only made of rotting timber.

I look at my hand and read the note in there - apparently i'm here for a job interview.

So i walk up to the door and knock, an old lady opens the door and lets me in. As i walk through the door, a beep sounds. So kinda like the airport security things, i have to hand over stuff.

I hand over a phone, a knife (Smith and Wesson HRT tanto - don't ask me how i know, i just do :P) aaaand a phone book. Somehow i just pull it out of my back pocket.

With all that stuff in a basket by the door, which is moved to a laundry of sorts, i walk in to the waiting room.

There's a few retarded chairs, and some other guys are already seated. In one corner of the room, there's a really friggin scary mannequin, and the other corner - what looked like a torture bed. It had chains, blood, nails and a rusty iron thing where the person lay.

So at this point i'm thinking... whaaaaat the hell.

The other guys waiting don't seem to notice anything, like the bed and mannequin aren't there.

My vision flickers for a sec, i see a really nice white room with pot plants and stuff, then it goes back to this horrific place that only i can see.

I turn to leave, but decide to get my knife and phone first. So i walk back to the laundry place, and there's this guy in the corner of the room, all huddled up and scared. Bloody wounds and ripped clothes.

The mouldy wood gives way, and the dude just falls out of the house, down the cliff. I hear screaming, but no splat.

At this point i'm scared out of my mind. I gran my knife and drew it, only to see the blade chewed away. It was literally a stump.

I start to run out of the house, just as the whole place just topples off the cliff.

Aaaaand once again, i wake up with that darned falling sensation. Garh, i hate it.

Aaaanyway, on a lighter note, i dug out my little bottle of that dettol hand sanitizer stuff. It's so useful :D

Oooh, almost forgot. New pedal!

Introducing, the Boss ME70


Pretty nifty little guitar effects unit; ain't hard to get some nice tones out of it. The compressor is decent, the drives are nice and pretty sensitive to pick attack and guitar vol. other effects are cool as well, but i won't bore you with my tech talk :P

Money well spent.

Ah well, back to 3u then.

Adios.

I'm A Goofy Goober!

Who remembers that? Dahahaahaha.

Guitarists - check out the solo. (harder than it sounds).

So, albums to check out if you're bored or on the hunt for some new stuff:

First off, The Reign of Kindo's album Rhythm, Chord and Melody.

These guys are a Jazz/Rock band from Buffalo, NY - no overdriven guitars or hard vocals here. It's a really nice middle ground between the heavier and lighter stuff; they use Gibson hollowbodies and Fender Twin Reverbs as their main guitar gear and have a strong piano backing for most songs. Add that to really nice vocals and slightly cheesy lyrics and you've got an awesome album that's really good to chill out to.

Porcupine Tree - In Absentia (also the namesake for this place).

These guys are a slightly heavier Progressive Rock outfit (i.e. they don't stick to the normal intro-verse-chorus-verse-bridge-chorus etc).
Cool thing about this album, is that it tells a story. It is said to be an investigation of the causes of insanity and serial killing told through the story of man from childhood through marriage, as many of the songs can demonstrate (as well as the album cover).
May seem a little daunting at first, but it's brilliantly done. The tracks flow seamlessly into each other. However, the meanings of the songs as Steven Wilson meant them are intentionally left open and are fair game for speculation. They are meant to have different meanings and significance to each listener, so an absolute statement about the origin or meaning of one song would be impossible to make.

Last but not least, The Gladiator Soundtrack by Hans Zimmer and Lisa Gerrard

Pretty much my all time favourite soundtrack (with the LOTR ones a close second). As epic as the movie, i needn't say more.

Soooo, onto my latest dream.

I was slightly disappointed this one wasn't as violent as the other ones, but ah well.

Anyway, i'm in this really big depression in the ground, which is totally black with the exception of a bob in the middle and a weird black sort of mesh over the top. There's someone else on the other side of the cone (which seems friggin huge).

So i start walking towards the other person, and the ground suddenly starts going *doof doof* and i lose my balance, slipping towards the center.

It's at this point i go "what...". Turns out i was on the inside of a speaker cone. (which means either that was really big, or i was reaaaaly small. INB4 - short jokes). I also realized after i woke up that the song playing was Two Weeks by All That Remains (warning: only look up the song if you don't mind melodic death metal).

This huge bass note rings through (probably a bass drum beat) and the other dude goes flying up and gets his head stuck in the grill.

So from almost on the other side, i hear this huge "BUGGER". He/She - no idea cause the voice was pretty muffled - is stuck there for a while, arms and legs flailing around like a cockroach on its back.

I bounce around for a while on the speaker cone, enjoying the trampoline-like experience when the song stops. Another song comes up and the cone just goes SHHHHHHHHCCCEEEEEEEE and a huge tear appears. Naturally, i fall straight through the tear into blackness.

Staggering around after i hit the ground, i see 4 sets of orange glows (seems like it was a tube driven amp, kinda like the filament in a light bulb at low power). For some reason, one of the tubes explodes and the glowing filament flies straight at me. Just before it hits me, i wake up.

Anyone believe in the whole dreams-mean-something cause it's your subconscious?

I honestly have no idea, and if it were true, well...

Weird dream part 2.

SO,

This is really weird. Anyway, the previous vivid dream i had, which i remembered really well, had a SEQUEL, which was presented to me last night.

Yep, that's right, a GODDAMN SEQUEL TO A DREAM.

It continued on where the last one left off, i.e. standing on the shore of a blood red lake/sea.

OK, here's what happened.

So i'm standing there looking out over the waves of red water (probably not blood, since it was thinner, maybe dilute blood? iono) and a seaplane lands in front of me, with a dude inside telling me to get on.

So naturally i do, trying to get away from the goddamn mansion. I hear the clock start chiming that's it's time, but interestingly nothing happens to me.

I then hear a horrible high pitched squeal and my chest feels like it was being crushed by one of those big scrap metal things.

So the dude takes off, and this giant storm just appears before us. We fly into it and i black out.

At this point i'm wondering if i actually died, but then we "reappear" flying over some really peaceful and serene tropical island, with no idea how we got there. The squealing and chest pains have since disappeared.

All seems good, the pilot dude is awake too (i think he looked a LOT like Matt Damon, don't ask why), and we happily fly along, looking out over the island. Pink Floyd's "Marooned" is playing in the background.

At that point, i hear a lot of turboprop engines, and i turn around to see what the hell they were, and it turns out like 20 squadrons of World War 2 Japanese planes were flying behind us, and the first of them goes NEEEEAAAAAWWWW past us. As i look down, i see a huge fleet with 3 carriers in the middle.

Then things get strange, the pilot goes "bye bye" and jumps out the door, without a parachute or anything, and somehow lands on a carrier with a huge "splat", spraying red crap all over the flight deck.

So my plane decides to stall and do a nose dive, and i wake up just before it crashes.

Hahahahaha, weird eh.



Marooned, by Pink Floyd and played by David Gilmour. The backing track to that dream.


Anyway, i went to see the school musical last night (The Merry Widow) with medium expectations. Eh, it was pretty entertaining i guess, but the vocalists, with the exception of Frances, were, well (no offense) weak. None of them could project or even hit the notes properly. Without Bias, i say our grade last year was much better.

EDIT: I realise the above sounded kind of harsh. Yes, it was a thoroughly entertaining musical, haha, only slightly let down by the singing. Still, good work year 11.

Till next dream,