Friday, July 19, 2002
Why am I such an idiot at times? I do not know. I have, once again, managed to hurt someone I care about because I am stupid. They are forgiving though and always let me come back....
Wednesday, July 17, 2002
I had... the oddest dream last night... and didn't sleep too well because of it.
Ok, so I am this young boy, probably 13 or so, a prince to some king. I never did see this king, but my mother was there, and a girl whom I was apparently betrothed to. Our castle was on the shore, and there was a road that led past a lesser king's castle that I took to walking a lot. I passed by this lesser king's castle and saw him commiting some atrocity, I believe he was rapeing a woman while ploting to take over my father's kingdom - I don't know how I knew he was doing this nor why he would be doing it in full view of everyone and not inside his castle, but this is what I witnessed and he did not see me.
So, I returned home and told my mother, the queen. I assume she told me she would deal with the problem because I did not worry about it any longer and went to talk with my bride-to-be (in a goodly number of years.) Well, while I was with her I heard someone being brought into what I knew to be the execution room, it was a small stone room lined with impliments of war and killing with a stone table in the center big enough for a man to be spread out on. On the table was this king, he was chained by his hands and feet to each corner of the table and he just sneered at us. My mother was pronouncing his judgement for his treason (the way I understand it, my father was a king over all the other kings in the area, I also had a memory of another man being judged in this room for a lesser crime and recieving a death sentence.) She pronounced the death sentence and then recited some blessing over him (I know, it seems strange to bless the one you have just condemed to death, but the queen was also some sort of holy leader to us.) Then we left him there untill my father returned, as he was the one who would have to carry out the sentence.
We all went about our business, because he was well chained and there was no way for him to escape, even though he was in a room full of weapons with two doors and no locks, he was securly chained to a table. However, I began to have a bad feeling and went to check on him. My mother and betrothed wife were there also and he had freed himself. He was not weilding a weapon but he was extreamly strong, and he was threatening them. I ran at him and he ran off, my mother and wife-to-be went some place to hide - not sure where. I went over to the weapon racks and looked for a sword. I do not know where my sword was, the one I was traied with, and I was panicing because of that. The only sword I could find was huge and extreamly heavy - obviously made to carry through flesh bone and sinue through sheer weight alone. I grabbed it and longish spear of sorts from the racks and went to face the evil king. I didn't have to go far, as I exited the execution chamber he jumped around the corner bareing his own sword. I went to attack him with the spear but he dislodged it from my hand and I was left only with the heavy sword - one I knew my father had held and had used in battle even (though why a battle sword was in the execution room I do not know, it was obvious that my father was a huge man.) I went to attack him, I hit him but barely cut him. I kept at it and eventualy had him down, my adrenalin was flowing by this point. I then went to behead him, which for some reason I could not do even with a sword that heavy. He ended up getting BACK up and going for the weapons rack and while he was reaching for a weapon I ran him through from the back, and I could feel the sword go through his heart (I don't think one actualy could feel that, but I did) and he fell to the stone table gasping and dieing. Then I took another sword from the racks and beheaded him.
At this point my mother and future wife return, somehow knowin the battle was over, I was covered in blood and sweat and I was about to pass out from exaustion.
This is the point at which I woke up the first time in the night. I slept again but did not dream and I woke up often.
I do not know if this dream holds any meaning, I can see a lot of things that could be interpreted as something but I do not know. I do know that it is perhaps the most vivid dream I have ever had and deffinatly the most graphic also. I would not call it a nightmare so much as just an extreamly detailed dream.
I would say that I need to stop reading the pendragon cycle a while (by Lawhead) but it's been over two weeks since I finnished Arthur and I havn't started reading Pendragon yet, if this dream had occured while I was reading it I would understand a little more.
Anyway, so there is my dream.
Tuesday, July 16, 2002
it decides it likes to take a minute or two to actualy post my message after giving me this 503 error which apparently means NOTHING.
So... I'm lazy, it's 12:30 and I havn't done anything today. I'm fixing to take a shower and go in to work.
Things have been.... interesting in my life lately. I need to get on the ball with a lot of stuff or I'm gunna end up being left behind in everything I do and that would not be good.
Tonight, I think... I dunno. I don't know what I'm going to do tonight. We'll just ahve to see. Bye now, I need to get going!!
Monday, July 15, 2002
Ok, so the blog is working again, got the directories figured out on the new server setup billy has, and I found out the 503 error only delays the updating of the blog, so it takes a bit of time to get the post UP actualy. Soon I'll be blogging a little more regularly I think. I'll also be updating the page/adding more pics.
Klasinc&Loncar Duo (Just trying to help it get picked up by Google spiders, I maintain it for them)