Family Day and My Weird Dream

We had a family day today. We all went to see a movie. Me, Mom, and Todd went to see Bruce Almighty. That makes fours times seen for me. Brandon saw The Hulk. He said that it was good and was not as boring as people said it would be. He also said that it a mind thing. I am now actaully tempted to see The Hulk. I have a certain respect for movies that are made to create thought instead of blindly leading the viewer along. Though I do like those kinds of movies too.

I showed my mom how to use Win MX and how to fix up her AOL account with all the cool stuff they give you.

I also snuck and reset Brandon’s password so that he could get online. I did this early this morning as me and Brandon stayed up the entire night together. Mom had him banned from the computer and the internt, especially the internet because she got a ticket behind his skipping. She is still upset over this.

Brandon is also a full fledged Alan Cumming fan too, but not entirely in the way that I am. He does not want to have a reeeeeally good go with Alan. He likes the Cabaret CD that I have saved on the computer from when I borrowed it from the library. I do that more now. Before I copied the songs from the CDs that I already owned. Now I am saving from the CDs that I borrow, that way I still have the music and the library can ahve their CDs back. Even if they are late and I have to pay 20 fucking dollars to pay off all my fines. That is a ridiculous amount of money to be forced to pay at the library.

I am getting bored with my Alan group on Yahoo! It is nowhere near as chatty as it used to be. There are over 400 people in this group and no one is talking much. I guess this makes those antis happy, but now the place is dead to me. I thought about unsubscribing until they picked up a bit while reading through the latest emails from the group. I don’t know. I don’t think that I will though.

I designed a banner for Clix! a couple of days ago. I got it working properly early this morning. I was so happy when I got the going. It might have been late last night. I am not sure. But I am just glad that it works now. I guess that I would like a few more people to come by. I would think that I would not care if people came by at all, but for some reason I want people to actually read the stuff that I write here. I can’t get people to Clix! Me though. Oh well. One person Clixed Me though and I can say that I am happy with that. 5 people came through the site so some people are stopping by. My counter says that a few people drop by every day. There are a few that I notice drop by regularly. So that is cool.

I must learn to be more interesting if I expect people to come, that or be insanely patient.

Hmmm…

I have not been talking to my writer friend as much as he has not been available and I have not either.

I did have a crazy dream last week during the time that I was computerless.

I was walking in this Medieval like forest clearing. There were stands with mean looking fighters. Some were not human, others were part human, and there was the occasionally human.

There was a table where people could go sign up for the competion. This table also decided who went first, annouced who was fighting next, and so forth.

I walked near it and saw this odd guy. He as white, only slightly bald, a bit round around the middle, the “typical” American look to him. I said hello several times and he just looked at me. One who is completetly stupid to the ways of people would think nothing of his looking at me. But I knew there nothing kind behind those eyes. They were so vacant. I knew that I would be fighting him.

I was some how siged up and annouced to the public. I looked all around me for a weapon of some sort, but could find nothing at first. Then I found this weird rust metal. It was completely rusted and had a long part(about two feet long) and then two short bits (about six inches a piece) at the bottom. One of the short parts sort of slid over to the matching short bit. It did not look as though it could be of much defense. It was so light weight. I knew that I was in trouble.

We walked toward the circle. Well more like I was backing up and he was advancing towards me. I knew that I had to do something. I started swinging the rusted metal at him. No go. So I grabbed onto him and started walking backwards. All of a sudden we were in my bathroom, but it was dark. There was light shining in from the hall that lead to the arena circle. I asked him if he wanted to have sex. He said that he did not care. We stripped down enough and had just gotten started. I was rather enjoying it. The circle official/ref came in and said that we had to come out because the people wanted to see a fight. I did not want to stop and told him to keep going. I slipped him back inside of me after he had pulled out due to the ref walking in on us. The ref came back and insisted. I don’t remember who brought up us having sex in front of everyone, but I am sure that it was the ref. I asked him how much they would pay me. He said $500,000. I considered this for a second and said OK. I told the vacant guy to get dressed so that we could strip for them. We dressed and walked back down the hall and out into the open arena.

All of a sudden we are in front of my house and it is dusk around 5 p.m. or so. I was daytime just a few moments ago so I wondered what has happened. The ref comes up to us out of nowhere to say that we are on at 7 p.m. that night. We say OK. I suggest that we start getting things ready. Making some place to lie down. The vacant guy says OK. I go back into the house and get the body pillows and two of our sleeping bags and some candles. I lay them out on the drive way underneath the tree that hangs over the fence from my neighbors’ yard. I go back in to get more candles to set up around our make shift bed.

When I come back my mom had come and taken the sleeping bags off the ground and put them in the car though I do not know where she nor the car came from. I say something like she always does that. I go back in and get some blankets as I do not want to have sex on the ground. Vacant Guy sets everything up on the porch and we sit facing each other waiting for our show time. I feel close to Vacant Guy in a strangely aroused by a psycho killer sort of way.

As I am waking up I can hear the roar of the crowd. The stands are back and we walk away from our made up bed. There is a rack in the middle of the arena circle. I am to be mounted on it while Vacant Guy does heinous things to me. I am nervous. I don’t see what is done to me since I wake up. Gosh I am weird.

~@~ Danielle ~@~