Last Free man

Another murderous dream...

Perhaps it was the garlic, maybe asiago?  Could have been the prosciutto.  Either way I had an epic nightmare filled sleep disorder night again, complete with murder, mayhem, and sweaty sudden awakenings!  This dream had the plot twists of Hitchcock and the brutality of the Saw series, I will do my best to replicate from foggy memories what transpired in my spicy fueled dream torture.

The beginning scene is unclear but it was obvious to me that I was involved with some secret society that hand been handpicked to accomplish a certain task or quest.  The environments seemed more modern than I was used to in this decade, perhaps 2030 or beyond, electronics everywhere, blue LEDs constantly. I was heavily involved in a team or group that seemed to meet frequently in regards to a "dark brotherhood" who were a murderous regime of unseen demons or maybe shadow people.  I know this sounds crazy, but this knowledge and acceptance of this secret layer of people didn't seem peculiar to me at all, it just seemed evil and all around.  This must be the same way a classic paranoid/schizophrenic personality must feel, constantly haunted by unseen evil.  In a classic RPG stance we were determined to recruit a team and take on this dark layer of society invisible to the normals.

People were missing, being abducted and brutally killed all over town.  The headless and sometimes gored skulls were being discovered daily.  This evil force was consuming humanity slowly, but with slaughterhouse machine-like rendering.  Rarely groups would be found dead, after missing for a few days, the testament of the brutality would be left in a steaming heap for the world to see early in the morning. This daily stress could be felt in everything you did, as every action would make you second guess your own safety and mortality, we were all living our lives in a long walk to the precipice of doom.  It was a melancholy existence with every breathe of air consuming your senses with death. 

This group I encountered and subsequently began to train with were all about the big journey.  Yes constant days of meetings and training physical fitness drills, mental cleansing, we were preparing just like the marines of Quake.  Futuristic paladins ready to take the fight right to the doorstep of the shadow.  A leader emerged in our group a monster of a man with a deformed face, that showed the battle scars he proudly wore on every inch of his body.  His face was held together with an iron mask of some medieval persuasion, it was a rough cut, a field fix.  He had all the answers, and was certainly in charge.  Throughout the training, even though this was a modern world, the fight would be handled with blunt force weapons.  A strange feeling indeed was to be had swinging a mace around, or even a heavy broadsword, knowing full well these enemy forces were somehow cloaking in the shadows.  How could we bring doom to these unseen shadows with iron and steel? 

I awoke suddenly and realized that I had overslept, all my crew were gone.  I had to hurry so I grabbed my kit and headed for the staging point.  There was a flurry of activity and stress going on.  I had missed a debriefing and was kind of confused.  I felt like a kid who couldn't find his school bus when the number changed.  I looked over a bit and finally found a familiar face, then my entire team, I was quickly given some new red armor, somewhat Halo looking with a touch of Boba Fett.  Everyone was hurriedly handing me things, devices, contact lenses!  Yes very large and uncomfortable looking contact lenses that could cover the entire eye.  There was also an auxiliary piece of armor with bands of coiled steel cables that just went around your neck, I assumed it prevented decapitation.  What had I got myself into ocular armor?  I felt a sense of dread start to creep up into me, that fear that all soldiers must work hard to swallow, as the vehicles began powering up I tried my best to muster some vitality.

The seats were unusual in these large vehicles, they had been designed with sleeves and clasps, it was almost like sitting in a giant straight jacket.  Your hands would be bound and you would have no lateral movement at all, you would be strapped down tight and unable to move.  The claustrophobic seating in this transport started making me nervous.  We were packed tight and the doors shut with a hot slam.  No one spoke, I had barely managed to get my contacts in straight, and the cloudy view my tears allowed was awful, I was convinced however that this nano technology would benefit us in seeing our targets once engaged.  So this was the secret technology that would allows us to see the shadows, and bring them some doom of their own.  I felt my straps tighten, we were being buckled in by a cabin assistant.  A spry young girl with flashy armor and dark lifeless eyes.  She came back up the row and dispensed to each of us a foul tasting shot of something that was a mix of red bull and kerosene in flavor.  It burned on its path down, and I instantly felt myself slipping away, this must be a travel method surely.  

I stirred as the sounds of screams and bludgeoning was taking place.  I couldn't turn my head.  We weren't on the battlefield yet, were we?!  The heavy breathing and sounds of death filled the cabin, what was happening?!  The air got heavy with the sickening iron smell of blood.  I couldn't breathe in, the agony of those around me was overtaking me, my fight or flight response was in full tilt, my adrenaline was surging, my vision was getting cloudy from the stress.  I shifted with unnatural strength just in time to see a now transformed party leader jump the row of seats behind me and perch directly behind me.  I was still paralyzed from the drug and restraints but could see the dark figure.  I could feel the hot breathe and excitement.  What was killing the crew.  Shadows.

I was ultimately trapped, my hope drained.  Despair filled my thoughts I somehow had enough time to realize my doom and think about all I was to leave behind.  Just as I was aware of my own peril, I felt the first blow strike me right in the back of the head, the hook of the heavy metal mace dug into my brain.  At this point I wanted it to be over fast, I accepted my doom.  I couldn't feel anything, I was afraid of the pain and suffering but the fear was more based on anticipation than actual reality.  Another blow came down, and then another.  I was slipping away, I was numb without pain, i could however feel that hot blood streaming down my neck, the sensation was sickening.  I took a last gaze or two as I was finalizing my last few thoughts.  I came up with a theory of sorts, perhaps these team leaders of this revolution were actually infiltrated shadows, and this was a great way to get the few proud remaining humans who would fight isolated and eradicated.  I was angry at how easily I had been duped.  I was a fool a pawn in their murderous game to extinguish mankind.  The world went black and silent...

I woke up at 04:33 and was sweat covered as usual and confused...  Heh another epic dream sequence played out, I feel exhausted today, my muscles are all sore.  Take what you want from this murderous dream, I know Easter is a rather inappropriate time for such horror, but I cant help my crazy dreams.  This was more of a dream journal entry so please accept my apology, I usually just dream about boobs and water slides but I get a rare horror-fest like this occasionally and like to share.  Happy Easter and stay away from the shadows!

More dream disasters: http://www.lastfreeman.com/is_good_yes/dreams/

Purgatory of the unwashed

I just woke up, it's Sunday and about 07:00.  Weak.  I was actually awoken by my hard working Mexican friend who happens to also be my gardener, he starts at 07:00 you see, ON SUNDAY.  This makes an interesting dichotomy of sorts with the dream I just had.  I know I blog a lot of dreams and while boring to most, I find them interesting in the stories they sometimes tell about the inner workings of our subconscious. 

The strange irony of being awoken by a 7 day a week working person, was that I was dreaming about quite the opposite.  Yes our friends the security guard, they come in lots of flavors:  mall cops, reception guards, fake badged police, and the king of all the tard carts the TSA ghetto nation.  I don't know if my 30+ hour GTAIV save file contributed to this great nocturnal masterpiece, but something in my lucid state was cranking out a real classic, so much so I hit the treadmill and started writing.  so here goes:

Dream sequence initiated:  I find myself in standard smart guy attire, boot cut jeans, steel toes, couple of shirts on, hair inspired by Japanese comics.  Heading into an unknown building in a rush, on a Saturday obviously busy, with 2 or 3 pda/smart phone devices and an 8lb laptop slung over my shoulder.  I was on my way to do something important, sadly what I was about to encounter was someone who has never done anything important, other than the one time they got that bill in on time.  I draw closer to the building entrance and notice a bit of a back up, people traffic slowed by the over zealous nature of my super savvy friend the corporate security guard.  I make a gruff little sound as I am waiting for this "full embodiment of what is wrong with this country" to move along, when he looks over at me and starts in with the "is everything OK here sir" bit.  Not good.

There is an entire gaggle of office skirt clad babes behind me now, and this menacing gold toothed slob is making his way back to me.  Great this is always fun, trust me when it comes to the small minds of our society it is best to remain sheeple, huddle together get through it, together.  "I said is there a problem sir"  "No"  I replied.  I handed him one of my many ID cards and stood my ground, a hard athletic shadow was cast behind me while his sideways tilted brim danced along next to it.  You have to remember the people who work these security jobs are the most feeble and weak links in society's chain, they are in fact the criminals in most cases, the majority of work I do is countermeasures to protect companies from the building security guards and their ghetto cohorts.

"I think we need to do a building verification on your status,"  "who is your contact?!"  The only weapon these guys have is to waste your precious life energy, and the old we need to verify you scam is the best, it is something like the car dealer checking with his manager a lot, it's a sweat tactic.  Remember these security types have had nothing but failure and lack of real power in life until just now, and when they get a taste of the sweet nectar of empowerment, it's powder keg time...  So I was now resigned to my fate, stuck in the purgatory of waiting in an area just to the west of the entrance with a couple of jackals looking over me while their supervisor hyena was out "verifying" my existence.

Luckily right about now my dream threw me a bone, as a few of the office candies that were behind me had also gruffed and were heading into the "danger zone!"  Nice.  At least a few skirts around would give me a reason to show off a little and work on some comedy.  "So you getting verified" I asked, as one of the fairer ones laughed, things were going well here I was chatting up the ladies, "working on Saturday because you want to, not have to?"  I knew that would do it!  One of the taller NBA'er looking ones came over and unbelievably said: "no talking in the secure area"  I replied "what is this Guantanamo" he looked at me long and hard, shook his stick and said "I'll use it."  With that we could barely contain our laughter as images of cheesy 70's porn came to mind with guys saying that same line.  Ugh 30 minutes elapsed.

Time was passing by and I was getting ready to just leave, but they had my ID!  I started to just walk to the door, thinking maybe I could just call the building supervisor on Monday and straighten things out.  Just then the head hyena returned, and shouted a blustery "Stop!"  "Stand down!"  So like a smart assed punk I did just that, I stood down, I got on the floor in the standing position.  I could here the gaggle of skirts laughing at this sad attempt at crowd control, by these minimum wager earners.  I merely suggested he move a little faster when he went into his family history of diabetes and other reasons for his slow deliberate movements.  I was then taken back to the waiting zone again while they tried to reach a verifier of my existence.  I shook him off me and started really getting angry.  Another 30 minutes elapsed.  This is when I again spoke up and said: "are we hostages here in some grand scheme or what?"  "Yes and you don't move until I tell you to, understand!" 

That was all I needed, I now had a plan to end the whole situation.  He has just admitted that I am a hostage.  He is toast baby.  I pick up my digital and quickly dial it, the now for some reason sweaty dark haired girl asks "what are you doing?"  "Just watch the fireworks baby" being a mild hacker of sorts I have all the back trunk lines of the police, swat, red dog units in my phone.  So I dialed the back line of APD SWAT cobra team...  Hehe.  A gravely throated man answered with a confused hello?  I informed him that I had to dial the back line in order to afford us precious time in the struggle, you see we were being held captive by a rogue security guard with unknown tendencies. 

10 minutes later the place was full of helicopters, breaking glass and 9mm carbines.  Me and my new friends were all laughing together as the hostage situation was now resolved, and those sad little security guards each had a gun in their mouth.  As I walked away from the scene with an office girl on each arm I oopsie daisied a little slip of my steel toe boot into the main guys face and walked on to glory. 

This was a dream, and while yes it would be a dream if it did happen, it was a work of fiction in my mind.  I don't condone the violence in this flashback or support it, on the other hand giving security guard blank stares and courtesy is all I suggest.  Much like other dangerous wild animals they are unpredictable, and excel at wasting time.  Keep this in my mind when you think it is smart to confront them with intellect.  This was a dream.

   

Just when I thought I saw everything...

I have been house hunting as of late.  Climbing in and out of attics, looking under water hearters and seeing the inside of everyone's closets.  I also have been exposed to some pretty horrific faux paint jobs throughout.  The HGTV, and DIY revolution have made for some extremely tacky interior living spaces.  It scares me to think of all those untalented color blind people out there hitting the Home depot first thing Sunday AM, well armed with paint and sponges when they leave.  Some people really should just stay with egg shell white on the walls.  Today however I was exposed to what can only be described as wall terrorism.  Welcome to the terror dome, I give you the denim wall:

   

Something is lurking outside my window again

This has been a tough week.  I have been house sitting at my folks.  My body is broken, muscles are sore, and I am actually considering taking this mother's day weekend off.  I have been eating a lot of spicy foods and sleeping in a weird bed also.  The advanced thermostat at my folks house is also programmed to get pretty warm at night so I have been burning the hell up.  Perhaps that is the reason for the last three nights being so horrific and strange.

Something has been visiting me outside my old childhood bedroom window.  Yeah creepy as hell.  This is not an unusual scenario for me however, I am a nightmare enthusiast of sorts.  Most normal weeks treat me to a 50% ratio of sex dreams vs. Nightmares.  It came as no surprise when this night event started on Tuesday and I accepted it as a normal dream state.  Then it happened again Wednesday and Friday that's when I started to take notice.

The scenario is pretty simple really as far as my nightmares go at least.  I awaken in the room I fell asleep in.  Because it was warm I left the window open to let the cool 60f air in.  I am aware and feeling a bit uneasy.  I am also burning up and covered in sweat.  When I look over at the window I can almost feel myself not wanting to.  Upon finally gazing out the window I notice a shadowy presence out there standing upright with a shrouded dark veil over it.  It has a sad demeanor not threatening at all, and I feel myself thinking this is much like those paintings if old native Americans covering themselves in a tattered blanket and lurking, with their head down in misery.  I sense a great sadness.

I look away in horror, who wants a looming dark presence haunting their open window?  Ugggh I try to lay back down and go back to sleep, or maybe I am asleep...  That's what gets complicated I can't tell if I'm awake, asleep or somewhere in the middle and hallucinating!  This scenario repeats several more times 2, 3, 4 o clock roll by each hour I am awoken by this specter.

Upon being awoken the 4th time I refuse to look over and acknowledge its presence.  I don't know how I gathered this but I felt as if it was now angry from lack of attention.  Now when I look over at the clock to see what time it is, there in the dark next to my bed inside the room it appears!  Right next to the bed!  Ahhhhhh!!  I learned my lesson and looked at it, not making much detail out but the dark, shrouded sad nature of this entity.

So this the game:  it appears outside the open window, not doing anything but lurking there in the dark.  If I don't acknowledge its presence it comes inside and gets right next to the bed.  Heh sounds so silly here and now in the bright sun, but even at 30 years old when its dark and this thing is stalking me I'm as scared as an 8 year old with boogey man syndrome.

I finally went back to sleep, I had to take a killer leak but I was too scared to get out of bed...

This exact scenario played out again Wednesday night and again last night.  I am either going insane, or having some pretty reliable nightmares here.  Perhaps all this double duty repair work going on in my trashed muscles is causing mental stress and anxiety at night.  Maybe this a shadow person, reptoid, or gray alien as the much revered Art Bell show coast to coast AM always covers.  If its a message of some kind or a ghost I'm not getting it.

The only real dream analysis that seems to fit is the giant elephant in the room deal.  The old refusal to acknowledge something so blatant and putting your head in the sand to avoid the stress of facing it.  However I'm just not really that at odds with anything in my life, relationships or work.  So for now I suppose my nightly visitor will just be a mysterious encounter to file under maybe a dream, ghost, or excess stress on my body physiology.

Dreams are funny like this the Nazi officer lesbian office girl sex dream last 15 minutes with no resolution and you try all night to get back...  but this dark entity couldn't be any easier to reconnect with.  Grrr, such is life!

Eric and Belcher together at last!!

Update!  Eric's pics published on wsbtv.com weather gallery!

Severe thunderstorms moved through metro Atlanta on April 3. Submit pics of the hail in your area so we can take a look! SLIDESHOW: Your Hail Pics  <---We did just this and in mere moments fame was achieved!!  Eric Freeman and Richard Belcher (his lifelong mentor) appear on the same website!  A few screen hacks of this momentous achievement:

(Simply amazing thats hand model stuff right there!)

More:

Original post:

• http://www.lastfreeman.com/is_good_yes/2007/04/micro_burst.html

Live pics on wsbtv.com the home of Richard Belcher:

• http://www.wsbtv.com/slideshow/weather/11515639/detail.html?qs=;s=1;p=/news/;dm=ss;w=400

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Trapped in WOW and Starbucks...

I pretty much have come to realize that Starbucks is a massive plastic scam.  If you actually believe all of this fair industry and non slave labor approach they put out there, you are probably involved in Internet scams from Nigeria as well.  They are an evil corporation just like all the other ones that we are trained to hate by the neo-hippy movement.  Usually I laugh off this type of political ideology, but with Starbucks I see a real Issue.

On Saturday Easter eve I was en route to a wonderful place called Noah's Ark.  It is a home for abused, mistreated, and ignored animals of all kinds.  Being the holy weekend it was It felt nice to do something for those who can't help themselves.  I always brew my own coffee because I prefer a black non fufu hardcore beans.  However my fairer lady friend, wanted starbucks...  So I reluctantly pulled into the 14th street location.  This is the location that sits above 3 active sever veins, that greet you with a giant cloud of steamy ass when you leave your car, ahh tasty.

Upon entering the establishment and queing up, we reached the front and she ordered.  I was asked by a super fancy guy who already seemed irritated at me for texting in line what I needed.  I said, "nothing, thank you."  What happened next was either the biggest misunderstanding or all the years of George Micheal listening in his Subaru had rendered him deaf.  He proceeded to ask me 3 more times in a somewhat condescending manner what can I get you, almost to say "get out of the line you are wasting valuable space."  I have something of a short fuse for little wise ass fuck sticks like this.  So when he made his prancy little 3rd attempt at asking me "What can I get you!"  I let my dry personality surface...

I fired back "I am fine I have a full cup of pretension right here, thank you!"

This didn't make little counter boy Happy at all, I could see the anger filling is face as he let out a Little pissed off grin.  I got out of his line like he wanted and moved to the back of the store, so not to get in the way of the very important and complicated process of pouring coffee into cups...  I went on with my work emails on my Pda Ignoring the situation I had pretty much put a dagger in.  Then I hear him grumbling up front with my girlfriend and asking her "what I said, what is my problem!"  I couldn't believe it I started getting really angry when I approached the front again he starts in on me about who is pretentious and just really taking it to the next level, to the point when we were leaving he actually looked over at me and said bye bye now!  Wow! 

I have worked since I was 12 years old, I have dug ditches, mowed lawns, worked electrical/construction, retail.  I have never in my life seen someone behave in such an aggressive and self righteous way in a retail setting.  I firmly believe if you choose to serve the public in an industry such as that you have to keep a certain personality profile.  The only words out of your mouth should be Yes sir, No sir, Thank you, You're welcome.  Thats it!  Keep your shitty day to yourself, your stupid collegey immature politics to yourself, if you are having trouble with your boyfriend I don't give a shit.  Just because you are behind a counter and now wearing the golden crown "Barrista" doesn't give you a pass to assholery.  You pour coffee into cups, add sugary syrup and swish it around a bit, wow you truly have transcended the man-god barrier.  The reality is you are making $8.00 an hour and really are about 1/8th better than a fry cook so buck up and shut up.

I was mystified first at this behavior what could it be.  I was certain it was the midtown attitude so prevalent when I run the sidewalks and the grossly out of shape art folk won't yield the sidewalk because its the only revenge they get in their sad lives, as a healthy beast of a man comes running by.  This wasn't It though because I wine and dine midtown for close to 12 years now and honestly all the service monkeys I have serve me always please sir thank you mam me. This was different.

I did some research and do believe I have found my answer.  There is a very different "Starbucks culture" that is happening in these stores.  I visited the west Cobb location later that night and did some poking around.  The pretty nice high school girls at this location practically got in the car with you, they were mega sweet and raised right.  When I was looking around the walls in the back I found my answer, on a mocha stained paper taped to the wall.  It was the Starbucks work manifesto!  This document and approach was dated 2006 and outlines the new policy of the workspehere for all locations and answered the entire mystery of my ugly encounter on 14th street:

(They are never this hot, or shaven.)

The Final solution:

The following six guiding principles will help us measure the appropriateness of our decisions:

Provide a great work environment and treat each other with respect and dignity.

Embrace diversity as an essential component in the way we do business.

Apply the highest standards of excellence to the purchasing, roasting and fresh delivery of our coffee.

Contribute positively to our communities and our environment.

Develop enthusiastically satisfied customers all of the time.

Recognize that profitability is essential to our future success.

The truth is out there:

Well there you have it outlined in the new company manifesto.  Number one on the list "its all about us."  Number 5 on the list oh yeah the "customer."  We barely made it in above profits, which is ironic because we are the profits.  I noticed at the west Cobb location this "all about us" policy had been crudely hi lighted proving that management does enforce this policy and teachings.  So as soon as we take care of our own self interest, save the rain forest, give kickbacks to illegal farmers, if there is still time we take care of the customer.  All of which was very evident when I visited 14th street starbucks Saturday morning, that policy is in full effect.  Perhaps the next time I wish to drop an 8 bomb on some coffee, I'll head to Dunkin.

I used to think those ultra left kids throwing bricks through starbucks windows were so far out, heh I might be out there with them next time.  I also had a dream I was trapped In World of warcraft and couldn't escape or log out, but as usual I have bloviated for too long...  Down with the man!

(The customer.)

  UPDATE:

The atrocities of starbucks violence driving and blogging entry:

http://www.lastfreeman.com/driving_and_blogging/2007/04/starbucks_prete.html

Taxes, home buying, and grilled artichokes recipe for dream disaster

Saturday was just perfectly relaxing like a good Saturday should be.  The weather was warm and sunny I was on my way to look at a few properties that I was interested in and maybe later hang out with my folks, grill out whatever.  I'm totally chill.  Upon reaching the house I was most interested in I realize its just about perfect in every way and unless the inside shows meth lab evidence or a rich guys sex dungeon I may just make an offer.  We tour the house, it pans out and as I'm leaving I feel that stress feeling start to bubble up as I decide whether or not its offer time.

I reach the old peoples house and can barely concentrate on anything because I'm thinking of what offer how much when where what how why who arrrgh...  I call the nice girl who I went to high school with incidentally to give her the go ahead.  I know its Saturday and its getting on about 15:00 but I think I want to make an offer on that house, I say.  She says Excellent I will  return to the office and begin a proposal, I Start feeling guilty immediately about making some poor girl go back to work on Saturday, but it is a nice property.  Instantly she calls back and another offer has been made!  Ack!  This is where real estate can get real stupid...  You don't want a bidding war on a house, thats what ebay is for not $300k houses. 

For the next two hours we go back and forth on different strategies and lending options and financial's before I decide I really don't want to overpay in this market.  I hit the big red off button.  I tell her to keep an eye on the property and we will see if it is still being hammered with offers in a few days.  I will not overspend in this economy of falling house sales.  This month saw a drop of 3.9% in home sales and there is a sick multitude of homes that have been sitting +6 months.  No time for a bidding war...  This is a time to save and wait for the real desperate homes to come out, dropping 30k off their top price, now is the time to wait.  Just like the old war strategy of controlling the ports and supply lines you starve em out.  Every month that goes by they get closer to bankruptcy, and I build a stronger war chest for leveraging my own financial battle.

  I look up at the cloudy sky and exhale whew that was intense, there's nothing like throwing $300k around like a football in the yard to freak out every sensibility in your mana pool.  Since I'm wound up tighter than a weasel in a garbage bag I figured why not do something a little more Chi with my time for the remainder, Taxes!  What a splendid idea taxes!  That would be a perfect way to spend the next 3 hours or so of my tattered mind set.  Taxes brought to you by the same folks who invented morality and justice the federal government!  You know its fair and safe to consume because its stamped grade A federal bullshit. 

The tax code now exceeds a staggering 60,000 pages, prompting Americans to waste 6.2 billion hours just completing their returns every year. Deciphering it costs the country $203.4 billion a year, according to the Tax Foundation. Its complexities generate additional job killing distortions throughout our economy.  This is the ocean I have deemed worthy of wading in the rest of the afternoon, this is called stress stacking a body building term I know adapt for this endeavor.

Ahhh fast forward ahead one pirate copy of turbo tax small business, 3 diet cokes, 3 hours I will never get back and one huge stack of filing papers later and I'm free!  For another few months at least.  Unlike the majority of Americans I actually pay taxes, a lot of taxes like New Honda amounts every year so I am very sensitive to small changes in policy or code law as it applies to the IRS. 

The rest of the evening is a foggy soup of grill, beer, and family my head was still alive with numbers and incidental percentages and deductions or depreciation ughhhh.  Somewhere around 20:00 I fell asleep I think pretty much wasting the entire evening of family Wii night I had planned.  Wait the whole purpose of this was a dream sequence...  Seems I have played my hand a bit too forward and wrote too heavy on the preceding factors that influenced my dream.  Now we are all out of time folks for the actual aforementioned dream!  OK here goes real abridged and fast:

I find myself back on a school bus, Mrs. Haynes is driving.  There is something stressful occurring but I don't understand what.  We drive and drive.  The bus is full of hot girls from High School.  There is one person who doesn't belong like in the show lost an other.  We keep missing my drop point!  Around and around we go, she won't stop, she ignores me!  The driver knows something, its like the movie speed maybe, no stopping!  I somehow realize its some kind of hijacking situation and its about money.  I wake up its 08:00 ugggh I slept 12 hours...  I need to run that gray right out of my hair.

Russian mafia construction site.

  (Night time is the fright time!)

As usual my advanced dream chip was well wired for last evenings HD nightmare sequence:

I somehow find myself on a construction site of a partially finished building.  There is a lot of battleship Gray and drabness to the whole affair.  The building base-wise is finished and now its time for the high end labor: the finishers, designers, tech boys basically this is the stage where they dismiss the heavy labor guys and its a much quieter stage of the job.  So far this mirrors my own career perfectly I typically show up right at the end, put in a few $10,000.00 servers, config, launch and leave.  Then I wait around for something to break or need customization while I level my Blood elf rogue in World of Warcraft at the office.  So far this is unusual no weird sex or doom like convention intervening hmm I grow suspicious.

My contract is for high end security integration cross platform all the way as I call it.  This is where you take every single device in the network, infrastructure and building automation and mesh them all together with an IP based system that makes an addressable node out of each and allows them to cross communicate for perfect socialist device integration.  These systems are amazing and alive in every way.  If a door opens it tells a camera who tells an input point who tells an hvac system who tells the central server everything all data is slaved to the master server and everything is logged and ready for a 5 year back up via a multi Tb disk array.  George Orwell would shit himself if he saw some of the integrated electronic dungeons I have assembled over the years.  Al Gore and Billary would love to stick this system right up each citizen for perfect analysis and control, god help us if the left ever gets this talented...

Basically what I am trying to say is this system was extreme, a lock down, mega pricey and moving hella fast.  I get back to work in the LAN room doing what I do, hanging panels, addressing nodes, setting up routers pretty much getting ready for the cluster of devices to come.  At some point I decide I need a cable to run over to this panel on the other side of the room, instead of waiting on some cable monkey to put it in I opt to run it myself so I jump on a ladder with my $95.00 Lacoste shirt and $289.00 Abercrombie jeans.  I'm running my little blue wire along the cable tray when I bump the shit out of a scaffold with the foot of my ladder nearly causing a guy who is working on mounting a curious dome device to fall. 

He's pissed.  He steadies himself and then in a very dirty eastern block accent he berates me using profanity in a very unusual backwards way "you watch the shit where you go or you make fucker!!"  Somethings not right here...  I have heard many many dialects over my 12 years in this industry but never old school recently here Russian old separated republic fragmented state former USSR...  Ugggh.  I get back on task and try making my cable run complete when again this guy interrupts me asking me to move.  His younger assistant is handing him up another one of those strange domes to be installed at a 45 degree angle from the ceiling pointing at the concrete floor, they are spaced about 10 feet apart and are independently cabled home.  I get back to work...

I am searching my memory for what theses could be I have seen/installed just about every type of ceiling-intelligence device and this one was very different.  It was gray, plastic and kind of resembled half of a pill maybe 2 feet long and heavy.  What the hell was this thing?  Just as I am pondering this electronic dilemma one comes crashing down right next to me and hits the floor.  A loud crash follows and it breaks open giving up its goodies for all to see. 

I kneel down to look and to my horror I see pelletized gun powder, white phosphorus chips, and 100's of shiny steel chunks that look like the projectiles used in old WWII munitions.  The base contains two copper electrodes and a capacitor spaced apart about an inch. When voltage is applied the capacitor charges and the circuit arcs a perfect 2500f spark, this is what we call an ignition source...  I feel panic start crawling up my spine as I realize what I am holding: an intelligently controlled, contained incendiary frag device!!  What the hell is going on here!!  The floors are concrete the walls are poured concrete if one of these were to fire at the angle it was at the projectiles would create 100's of angles in their trajectory cutting anything in the vicinity into shreds instantly add the white phosphorus chips and you get a brilliant white flash of super hot fire that burns all the remaining oxygen out of the area killing all living matter. 

I look around because I made all these realizations in seconds and was hoping no one noticed what I had seen but the little helper guy was right there and he was well aware.  I quickly get back to work ignoring the whispers and speech I am hearing off in the distance.  I need to finish get my systems booted, stable and leave.  This place is bad and full of heavy killing hardware and there must be a reason, one which I don't want to know.  Some things are better left, I have made it to 30 and one day I want to cash out my IRA and retire surrounded by teenage girls in a pool somewhere near Singapore the hackers/pirate country of choice.

I'm stressing now completely.  I need to work harder, faster and finish, this anxiety is taking me over now.  I hear a commotion and look up and out of the depths appears a suit with a bunch of plans and phones.  He is pointing, yelling, and looking around at progress someone comes up to him and quickly whispers something into his left ear.  Could it be about my discovery, my knowledge, my white-guyedness?!  He storms over and raps my ladder strongly.  I de-ladder (haha thats mine copyright!)  Instantly he is in my face yelling: чему сделали Вас, чему видели Вас!!  чему сделали Вас, чему видели Вас!!чему сделали Вас, чему видели Вас!!  Oh man he is not happy and he is yelling something...  Suddenly from behind his ultra faggy well dressed assistant says in broken English you have too much seen you know much now! 

Time shift...

I am being marched down a hallway, a rather dark one.  I in my mind now know that this is a Russian mafia installation and that explains all the security and dreadful death devices (say that three times fast!)  In classic comic book form this villain is now going to make his plans clear to me as we take a forced tour to some of the most restricted areas.  We quickly walk through the money area, the drug labs, gun mod room blah blah typical underworld profiteering big deal...  then we reach the end of a hallway and there is a reinforced door that is very special.

The doors card reader allows access a green LED lights and a solenoid fires releasing the heavy door with a creak...  Upon entering this room the world goes into a surreal slow motion as I take it all in.  The room is filled warehouse style with people bound with clear plastic tightly woven around their bodies only exposing their heads.  They are cataloged by hair color, sex, height, all manner of physical differentiation.  These captives are also in various sates of mental handicap or drug induced psychosis.  "What the hell is this?!"  I find the courage to ask.  Looking over at my captors a man responds from the back in a deep voice "these are the gimps..." 

Whoa, this is way deep cover, underground the darkest segment imaginable.  Human trafficking, sometimes thought of as urban mythology right in front of my face!  I am in the blackest most evil kind of exchange here the illegal trade of human beings either for medical organ harvesting or sexual deviants perhaps even sport.  Whatever this is, its bad and I have witnessed it now.  Horror overtakes every sense of me and I feel like I am spinning inside.  Whats to become of me and my knowledge? Usually in grainy comic books when you "learn too much" you disappear or are made to hang around.  This is how evil lords of the underworld get their posses by collecting those with knowledge and forcing them into an alliance, shit I'm stuck.  What am I to do!!  I'm not an action figure, I'm just a lowly tech guy working on nerding out some infrastructure!! Ahhhh!!

Before I can create a master plan and get all matrixy with an escape the evil white cat jumps onto the bed and awakens me with a 13lb thump on the bed.  I stir, look around, still covered in sweat and filled with anxiety I realize I was dreaming.  Whew like Cartman said when he awoke from his "fingerbang" dream "w000 I'm nobody!!"  So I escaped alive again, I guess Nuclear wings "swimming" at 10:00 PM was a bad life choice.  Super hot food always inspires night time evil for me.  Earlier last night I also awoke on the couch, out of bed  convinced I was covered in ants that were eating me...  Next time I order wings and they aren't hot enough I may abstain from adding a micro dot of Dave's Insanity to each one. 

Carry on!

 

      

NOVAX!

Dream sequence

I find myself once again in the grips of nocturnal diversity, this time it seems a war theme is the main ingredient. I am really starting to believe there is a dietary component to all these dream states. It seems like the hotter or more complicated the dish I consume is before I sleep translates to the horror or insanity of the dream itself. On most occasions, especially running days I sleep with no dream what so ever or at least I don't remember any.

The problem is I love spicy foods especially Indian, Thai, and Indonesian. I also really enjoy very hot wings for a treat cooled off with blue cheese, that's a perfect harmony of cool and hot, that's what I was eating last night. In fact I had left over ribs that were rather tame and I was coating them in "insane" wing sauce from wing zone, I was sweating it was good!

Its getting late, its a "school" night so I crash about 2230. I'm out fast and hard like a "whack a mole" machine on steroids.  So I hit the bed and begin to sleep immediately.  I wake up (in dream) and find myself in a war zone of sorts it felt like a Vietnam style battle mode.  Lots of jungle and guerrilla warfare.  The area was surrounded by water much like the beautiful scenery of Thailand in the movie "the beach"  it seemed cramped and small in this jungle.  I had no idea of my mission or what we were fighting but I felt a comradery with my group of four.  The air was thick with anxiety and stress as we made our way through this knee deep muddy hell of a jungle.

I was armed much like a warrior from the game Quake II an id software multi platinum classic that pretty much started the entire on-line gaming revolution.  My body armor felt very modern Kevlar and PVC or rubber and my weaponry was way more advanced than that of our current AR15 or GI issue M16 assault rifles.  I felt tired and sore and recall actually being hungry.  We reach a clearing...

After a long trek through the jungle my crew and I are very aware and my brain is tired from all the "alertness".  Just up ahead we see a huge facility all lit up like a shopping center but shaped more like a warehouse.  I make haste towards the entrance when one of my crew looks at me and says hey rookie slow down, I get a little nervous and fall back behind the others as a sense of dread takes hold at the unknown waiting for us inside.

We enter the structure much like cops do when they are clearing a building, backs against the walls look up, look down, and taking mental inventory of everything in the room.  Looking up I notice very high ceiling and an old warehouse kind of feel to the room its huge, airplane hanger in size and full of crates with lots of old machinery and war toys scattered about.  This place seems like a staging area for a battle fought long ago a banana republic kind of revolution using others hand me down weaponry or a sister countries feeble attempt at equipping this nation.  This stuff is old and everything smelled like oil and diesel, grime city.

For whatever reason we make camp on the far side away from the door, this place is so huge the opposite wall can barely be seen in the dark, but I swear I hear commotion or laughter way across the other side.  My stomach growls.  One of the guys shows back up with a creature that looks something like a prehistoric dog or dingo and excitement breaks out amongst the group.  Apparently he has just killed this thing and we are about to dine on it, great...  I feel myself wondering what is going on the other side of the facility.

I kind of time shift forward and the guys have built a fire and are making this "dinner" of sorts by carving up this mutant shit beast they have captured.  Someone hits me in the arm and hands me a plate and to my surprise its a plate of ribs, shew at least its ribs I love ribs!  I start to eat and take note of the fact that this stuff tastes kind of like chicken (it all does trust me rattlesnake, armadillo, rat, kitty cat.)  The more intense guy of our group complains that he needs more fat, over and over, I'm thinking whats this guys malfunction and when I look over he has a handful of entrails in his hands and is eating them up almost mockingly.  ugggh this dream is getting weird, I pick up my weapon and walk away from the nausea of this guy eating wild dog thing guts, I feel myself getting sick so I look away.

Alone I walk slowly towards what I perceive as another camp on the far end of the facility, our small camp is protected by huge stacks of crates up to the ceiling so we have went unnoticed as of yet.  It is dark and a little touch of moon peeks out of a broken skylight up above me.  I look up to get my bearings straight and something eclipses the Moon for a second as it flys by, its large and dragon like.  I begin to wonder if this world I have found myself in is real or dimensional in nature, the time frame is very modern but the creatures are primitive.  I begin to close in on our fellow "campers and walk up very slowly as I near their encampment.

I finally reach a large corridor made of crates and old motors. I creep towards the light of their area slowly.  I reach an area where I can observe the others as I hide behind some old debris and dead foliage.  When I peer into their area I notice a lot of these guys, maybe a hundred or more, they are very different than us.  They seem like revolutionaries, without proper uniforms and talking of big plans with lots of hand gestures.  I see one guy arguing with another and he pushes his foe to the ground very violently, their weaponry is very old and woody looking.  Much like how this area was full of ancient war gear these guys were also equipped with old rusty AK47 looking rifles.  This must be their hold and we are close to them. 

As I observe these guys violently joking and playing around with one another, I get the feeling they are resting up having  a little R&R preparing for orders or a huge fight soon to come.  I had no data to back this up other than our equipment differences but I felt in danger being near these guys.  I feel panic crawling up my spine and I knew I had better be going before I got spotted.  So I quickly turn and begin to make my way back to our area to warn the others, just as I do I run head long into one of my guys who i assume was following close behind me.  I nearly jump out of my skin and he grabs me, shakes me hard like he is about to kick my ass and says NOVAX!  I fully panic now and turn around again to look towards the camp of "enemies" this time I notice on an old rusty sign the words "NOVAX" painted in a blood color on the sign.

Novax?  What could this mean?  Just as we begin making our way back I feel a thunderous sound as the guys behind us start moving all together.  No one says to but I run and run hard!  I never look back but I can hear the growling and grunting as they are chasing fast behind us, right on our heels!  I trip...

I hit the floor hard and almost start to black out, I cant move I cant run.  All I can do is stare at the ceiling and listen as they approach fast while I am glued to the floor.  I hear off in the distance my fellow crew member yelling ahead NOVAX NOVAX!  An overwhelming fear shoots across me and I am shaken awake.  This is definitely one of those dreams that was so vivid that the smells, tastes, and other sensations were very apparent and very real!  I took a mental note of everything, it was 0345 and I still had an hour of sleep.  Try as I may I couldn't reenter this macab jungle war zone, but when I finally awoke on time for work the words stuck with me NOVAX NOVAX!  What on earth could this mean?

I assume its nothing, my dreams usually take a random path like this.  Just for kicks i ran it through the web a few places just to see if anything interesting came up:

http://www.google.com/search?q=novax&btnG=Search&hl=en&safe=off

Taiwan Semiconductor group:

http://www.novax.com.tw/

• Providing integrated circuit design service, namely, register-transfer-level design for others of integrated circuits and integrated circuit cores for use in wireless communications and wireless communication equipment and apparatus, and register-transfer-level design for others of digital signal processors (DSP), logic, circuit and layout designs; providing simulation, debugging, integrated circuit place and route, and verification of integrated circuits for others; providing testing service of integrated circuits for others; providing consultation services in the field of integrated circuit design, process and testing technology; integrated circuit design services for others, namely, design flow, design methodology, electronic design automation tool and electronic design automation services; providing design services for integrated circuit manufacturing companies, namely, standard/custom cell library design, design of testing programs and test kits; computer hardware, firmware and software design for others for analog, radio frequency, memory, and micro controller units;

Some Gay Christian rock band:

http://www.novax.se/

• Novax grundades 1999 av Axel Johnson AB med idén att driva ett helägt riskkapitalbolag inriktat mot mindre investeringar i tillväxtföretag. Vid denna tidpunkt var riskkapitalmarknaden i Sverige överhettad och de flesta riskkapitalbolag inom expansionsfinansiering var inriktade mot IT och bioteknik. Novax valde en långsiktig investeringsstrategi och en inriktning mot konsumentnära handel och tjänster.Naturligtvis är Axel Johnsons kultur av långsiktigt tänkande och erfarenhet av långsiktig företagsutveckling en starkt bidragande faktor till detta val. Inriktningen mot konsumentnära handel och tjänster är också naturlig då Axel Johnson AB genom verksamheterna i Axfood, Åhlens och Servera har betydande kompetens inom detta område. Novax uppdrag är dock inte att investera i verksamheter som skall integreras med andra företag inom Axel Johnson Gruppen. Som namnet antyder är Novax drivkraft snarare att våga tänka i nya banor och utveckla företag som kan växa av egen kraft

Conclusion??

So who knows I am aware that the christians, Muslims, etc, are trying to take over the world and must be fought and killed.  But the Taiwanese semiconductor group seemed rather tame, unless of course they are building super human android death killers for a coming crisis!  Meh... The world is too boring and "American idled" to have anything that cool brewing I am afraid, sigh...  Maybe one day robot death squads...

The good ones never last...

  Dream sequence initiated:

Once again my bizarre sleeping rituals invade, last night I was tossing and turning to one of those  strange and frightening nocturnal traditions.  Since I've been up to 20 miles this week already and works been busy lately sleep has not been a problem at all.  My body being tired and in need of heal time has been pulling me under the water of deep sleep very quickly.  I find myself dreaming almost instantly and at 7 hours that gives my twisted mind lots of time to regurgitate some real winners.

Last night was choice, so much so when I woke up, I made sure to clear my mind and really commit it to non volatile ram (oops I meant permanent memory I'm not a machine yet sigh...) Yes classic you have the 3 perfect elements vampiro/demonoid/zombic young girls, sex, and lots of dark shadowy foreign locales (think resident evil IV.)

Dreams flow at strange time-lines, we all have experienced this, where one moment you're in the beginning then suddenly the end.  There seems to be no standard for time basis not in my insane adventures at least.  One constant in my worse/best (it was worst last night but now that its day time its totally hot) is that I always seem to wake up on the floor,  Restrained with no visible shackles or constraints, there is also a vacuum of emotion around me and I feel death in the air.

Time shift... Now I'm off the floor dressed kinda cool (combat boots, low rise boot cut A&F jeans, and a tight black tuxedo button shirt) I seem to be styled as if I was a euro trash goth boy.  I make my way around and enter a busy primary school all the other people are wearing uniforms.  If there are other guys there I didn't notice them. I was too enthralled with the spectacle of the short skirted uniformed teenage over made up tramp buffet that await me. Its dark outside but a bell rings.

  Time shift... Fast forward I'm in class just barely and all the materials and slates are a cryptic foreign language everyones speaking some weird fratalian (like starbucks ya know.) I take my seat and kind of feel a sense of panic come over me, like a thought of "god how am I going to find my next class Ive got no schedule"  I start feeling really anxious for some reason about the prospect of negotiating the hallways of this academy to find my next class.  I must have really been sweating it hard because I feel a hand touch my arm and its clad with some really dark blood red nails. I look up and the desk next to me sits a really fit black haired dark eyed angel.  She speaks and I can decipher some of the words but its in my head, she is communicating in her language out there but inside my head I'm grabbing little pieces.  The professor teaches on and it starts to rain a bit outside.  Spook show baby!

Time shift...  Its go time bell.  She hops up her little skirt making a circle as she spins, she has a Japanese anime quality about her a little innocent and a little evil but a lot interesting. She looks right at me, lets out a sinister giggle then again grabs my arm, pulling me out the door and into the hall.  She is dragging me along and all the people in the hall turn into a cloudy haze as I go by.  She finally stops just short of a group of girls who's  slender backs are facing us.  how they can remain upright in those heels is beyond me but they do.

All the girls in the group turn around quickly, like a group of kittens they almost purr menacingly at me. she pulls me up, front and center and says "raleche de le noshi bala sturm"  the girls make several exchanges in their bizarre language..  While I couldn't comprehend what they were saying, I got the feeling I was being presented to these girls, perhaps introduced as this dark girls latest catch.  what plans await my ultimate demise?  I always die, it always gets dark its the formula, deal...

Time shift...  I'm still here amongst these french like girls while they finish their little schoolgirl gigglefest. I find myself wondering how I am going to get to class.  I'm that big of a nerd even with the prospect of super bad teenage electric sex, and girls doing whatever I say, I'm concerned with punctuality. I scan this cluster of girls and catch a blond one looking over at me, she's taller than the others with emerald green eyes and playful pigtails.  This is more like it I like brunettes but always get into the most trouble with blond's.  I nod, she nods and I feel a sting on my arm as little darkness grips me very tight and kind of shakes me a little.  I look over at her and her eyes are wide open and one brow is kinked in, I'm busted, she's pissed, fuck.

Time shift...  I'm in a dark and dusty library sitting at a table alone. The walls are covered with old manuscripts and ancient texts.  Out of the dark stacks walks over the "other" girl from before and she disappears, kind of fading away.  I kind of entertain the various plans I have for this vixen and my mind wanders, I'm actually pondering in a dream (I'm thinking about thinking of thinking no wonder I have a headache.)  I feel a spidery chill on my neck and when I reach back, there is a small cold hand there.  I  turn quickly adjusting my eyes to the dark, and just as I do she's there the "dark one"  she flips me around and starts violently moving and shaking, even kissing me, then it gets weird.

The scene changes every few seconds in layers, multiple scenarios in multiple dimensions.  She's kissing, then biting my neck, then scratching my arms and chest, on top of me, strangling me, all actions together in constant repetition.  She becomes a dimensional octopus her hands and motives changing hastily, her emotions switching on and off her violence, passion.  I'm actually being kiss murder screwed.  Now that its daytime its incredibly hot but at night when it was still real, not so.  There was also a red tinged, real quick flash almost video in quality where all three girls had the big blond girl down and were tearing her apart like a pack of dogs.  nice...

Time shift...  Back in the hall thats where I land this time, alone but it seems earlier for some reason.  At the other end of the corridor in the darkness I see the tall blond "other" girl.  Finally the nice fair haired maiden will surely lead me to salvation and maybe this dream will take a more motivating direction (was that government speak for fucking my brains out or what?) I'm interested she's interested what's the problem?   She's wearing standard evil school girl attire and its working just fine, shes tall all her bits and pieces are tightened up and strung together perfectly, but the more I pursue her the farther she gets.  The endless hallway scenario, darkness and just an overwhelming sense of loss overtake me.  I stir a little and wake up, shaken and a little disturbed I realized immediately that I woke up from a potential girl on girl on girl evil cat fight ahhhh!  why do I manage to sleep blissfully through 8 hours worth of the dreams where I'm pacing up and down mindlessly, doing code, wiring things, or the one where I work out the 99 level Zelda dungeon and repeat and repeat.  Seems simple enough hot girls means stay asleep douche!  OH no... Finally Its jealous teenage vampire zombie girls on girl Viagra and each one of them has a girl boner for me and I wake with only one hour of trigger time. Criminy!! 

Grrrr such is life...