I went hunting zombies last night. I guess this means less playing L4D2 for me..

I had very strange dream a couple of weeks ago. I was in a freaky airplane, or actually in its right-hand wing. The wings were like, how should I describe it, very big and hollow and kinda part of cabin. There was no seats or anything else in the plane, just greyish white walls and bizarre shapes.
Well, I was in the wing (or was I in the dream at all? I'm not sure) with Marko, Olli and Captain (yeah ) and there was a some kind of launcher on the floor but we didn't know why.
Then, suddenly, Marko said "Hey! Now I know what it is for!" and pushed the launcher. Then we ran in the left-hand horizontal stabilizer - as wings, it was like a big room - to shelter and got there just before the huge explosion. It was like from an action movie with all that fire and.. you know I don't know what happened after that, but at least we survived.

I rarely dream, and when I do, my dreams are pretty weird

... *frustrated*↓

I had a very strange nightmare. It was like being inside some psychological thriller or something. There was this guy, and I don't know how I had gotten involved with him in the first place, but for some reason I had just moved in with him cos I had no place to go and he wanted me to be his girlfriend. He was nice enough, but all the time there was this horrible underlying feeling that if things don't go exactly as he wants, he will take it out on me, beat me up or something. So, in the dream, I was on my toes about what I can and can't do all the time.

We went to visit his friend who had locked himself in a room, but it became evident that there was really no friend in there and he was just being psychotic or something. In the evening he wanted to go out and party, but wanted me to stay at home (=his place). There was this terrible moment when he wanted to kiss me before he left. I didn't want to at all, but I couldn't risk making him angry and so I had to. Then I watched him through the window as he walked down the street, but got into talking with some people there. And I was just thinking "Go, go. Go already, so that I can escape and never come back again". And I was so scared that he'll change his mind, turn around and come back.

Guys...this is really kinda freaky. Back in July of 2010, I posted about a very vivid dream. You can go back to page 17 to look, but I'm going to post the significant portions here:



Now...I found the journal entry I originally wrote and realized the post I'd made was incorrect.

It wasn't Carrying your heart of love.

It was Cradling your heart of love!

I have probably watched Matrix way too many times in my life, so I recently was dreaming about the question 'How do we know that chicken tastes like chicken if it wouldn't be an interpretation of signals by our brain?'

I then went to a mall in my dream and had it barcode-scanned which resulted in 'chicken' printed in green on the barcode scanner's screen which, without any doubt, proved that chicken really does taste like chicken cos not only our brain but also a barcode scanner said it was chicken.


I am being sane.

I was curious to know what this dream exactly meant. I was in school with my best friend and well every student was in the school except the five main people who would be of importance to me. The hallways of the school were fully lit up, but the outside was extremely dark. There wasn't a moon, stars, or even street lights, it was just the inside of the school that was open. There were a selected amount that were playing a strange song that I have never heard of, but everyone in the school was in a trance except My best friend Ama and I. We seemed to have been the only ones that actually knew what was really going on. The teachers were no where to be found it was only students and they all had the same blank stare. Not to mention everyone was in formal wear like there was something going on. The auditorium of the school was completely locked and no one could get in. My friend's mother was there (whom dislikes me) and she stared at me. Once she stared at me she completely aged When she entered the school she was in her thirties and when she left she was like eighty and on a walker. (She also had the same blank stare as everyone else) Then I noticed something strange when the kids were in the hallway playing these instrument, this one boy named Kareem in our school has never played a single drum in his life, he always played a drum set which I found weird in the first place. My friend Ama began to leave and as she turned, she signaled me to call her because she felt that her mother would know that she wanted me to call her, but her mother was completely under whatever spell the school was in. As she smiled and walked away the music stopped. Every student began to cry and their tears turned into crystal and surrounded me. Not to mention there were three versions of me. There was the human version of me, Me as an angel with wings bigger than Archangel Gabriels and as a fallen angel. What does this mean?
Autumn VanBrown

Strange dreams are excellent! The ones I remember (usually, what's left in the morning is only an image, nothing I can work on) I write down, and they end up incorporated into my fictions.
The last fragment I wrote down was about a man finding a woman's ghost, hearing her voice and following her instructions to bring her back to life. Sounds a bit too much like a short story I wrote two years ago, but I'll find a way to give it its own identity.

I haven't hadn't any of them in a while,especially those that are related to POTF So here's the newest one from me:

I was listening to "You're Still Here" and right at the end of the song,Marko started speaking in my language,and thereafter I had no idea if it was really him who was singing the song!

Okay, I happened to have POTF-related dream last weekend

It was pretty weird, actually. I suppose the "idea" to the dream was from one conversation beetween me and my friend. It was pretty... random.

So, about the dream:

The main point was thet Olli and Jari had robbed a bank or something and were running to escape from rest of the band (who were polices). So those two had giant bags full of money and the were running, while the rest had a big police car. Captain was driving, Marko was stnading on the roof of the car and yelling to megaphone and Jani was just running nex to the car, chasing the criminals as well.

I never saw, did they ever catch them, but it was surely a nice dream

And about that conversation, it just happened to have a random policeman called Marko.

About a year ago, I was sitting in my apartment at my computer when this huge moth decided that the light above my desk was the most awesome thing ever and insisted upon beating itself against the light bulb. It was a gorgeous moth, and it inspired two of my 3 favorite characters in a story that has since become a complete mess: Luna and Greyson. The downside was that Greyson was only half a character at that time. He was a name without a face until the "Cradled in Love" video came out, at which point I saw Marko with the top hat and boa and thought, "That's it! That's what Greyson looks like!"

About 4 or 5 months ago, I was trying to make sense of the mess the story had become when I had the following dream:

I’m in a room with Marko, and I’m watching him alternately compose lyrics and draw on his hand. Watching this is fascinating because it seems at some points that he has managed to step out of his own body in order to use both of his hands to draw on the one, and yet he hasn’t moved or done anything to suggest he’s not in his own body anymore. I circle around him, watching and trying to wrap my mind around what I’m seeing. Sometimes this same phenomenon is repeated on his head. It’s like someone else is drawing on his head, or he’s drawing on someone else’s head, but he’s the only one there. At last, I come up to him from behind and see something written on the back of his scalp. I can’t tell if it’s drawn on, or shaved, but the words seem to be written with hair. I can only see part of a word, and I reach out to trace it with my fingers as I ask him what it is.

“It says ‘student of the year,’” he says, and he seems annoyed because I’m bothering him. I try to play it off like there’s a perfectly logical reason for me being there, but I can’t think of anything to say, so I just keep walking around and trying to stay out of his way. When I notice the seemingly out-of-body drawing thing again, I start to offer my hand to him as a canvas, thinking it might be easier; but before I can speak, he straightens up his posture and gives me this tight, annoyed smile that tells me he’ll pay me some attention if I then quickly go away afterwards. He offers me a drink. I accept.

I’m restless, so while I wait, I continue to walk around and look at everything in the room. There are paintings and sketches everywhere, and sculptures of rudimentary shapes, purposely shaped in a crude, almost primitive fashion. There are pictures done in sand that look like a child drew them, and one of these catches my eye. I can see stick figures that slowly become more complex before my eyes, and soon the painting isn’t sand but real life playing out in front of me. I can see familiar-looking people—Marko among them—and shapes in the shrubbery that look like the sculptures in the room. The people here don’t see me, and my hands pass right through objects when I try to touch them. It occurs to me that I’m asleep, but I can’t remember when I fell asleep.

I wander through the dream, not sure how long I’ve been there, until Marko runs up to me trying to get my attention. I look at him, and then look around, suddenly finding myself at some sort of station. There are benches everywhere, and there’s a table with an unlit pillar candle. I touch the candle, and my hand does not pass through it.

“Oh, good," I say. "I'm solid again."

Marko explains that the sand painting was from a dream he once had. He had recreated the painting in the dream to remind him of it later. He says somehow I connected with it and fell into his dream.

“And how do I know I’m not still there?” I ask. He doesn’t have an answer, but he offers his hand to me. I take it, and there’s a sucking feeling all around me…and then we’re back in the room I originally found him in, and he’s holding my hand. He seems as surprised as I am to find that he’s been drawing on my hand. I give the hand holding mine a gentle squeeze and smile in tired amusement.


Despite the fact that the dream was kinda random and had nothing to do with the story, it did provide some insight into the relationship between Greyson and Boreal, my 3rd favorite character. The downside: the story remains a mess.

When I was pregnant, I dreamed that I gave birth two red kittens. It was very strange.

I recently dreamed that 3 lions came into my backyard-a lioness and two cubs (the cubs were nearly full-grown.) I went outside for a closer look and stood very still as they came up to me. Even though I was very aware of how powerful and dangerous they were, I wasn't afraid. All three came up to inspect me, and then I woke up.

I have dreams of this nature when I am stressed out about something, or know that big decisions or changes are coming in the near future, but they always turn out all right. However, this is the first time that they appeared as animals. In other dreams they've appeared as airplanes, tornadoes, or other weather phenomena.

I think it meant that I'm getting overinspired and overjoyed about upcoming Moscow POTF-show at the Arena club, which I'm about to attend to. Not forgetting about playing Dishonored

So:
Once, during my creative writing work, I was listening to "Carnival Of Rust" and working on a scene (don't remember in details which) - so, later that night, somehow, I found myself near a mansion, where a very fancy party was taking place. Everyone in masks, latest fashions, laughing and drinking red wine.
I was in a fancy looking black suit, carrying a fan and a mask. Passying by I've noticed a music band, which was about to start playing soon (yep, POTF). Their faces were also covered with masks, but I recognized them. Somehow Marko caught my glance and smiled at me. I blushed and bent by head, being shy like hell.
But when they've started to play ("Carnival Of Rust" again) - the party turned into a thick energy flow. Everyone was dancing so great and elegante, so I felt bad - I was sure that I'll never be that way. And I thought about running away. But when I've noticed trying to escape everyone around me were trying to stop me, pull me back into the show. But I couldn't give up that easy.
So, I broke through and found myself at the biggest backyard garden. Fruits, flower aroma, the moon is shining bright, so I went deep into the garden. My energy was leaving me, but when I fell down on my knees, crying and dropping down the mask and the fan, I found that someone is touching me on my shoulder.
"Dance with me, Dark Moon", - a whisper came after.
Then someone's strong hand pulled me from the ground and close to one another - I found that it was a person, whom I miss a lot and whom I really want to meet. And after his first step I've started to hear the same beat again - the musicians were watching us like guardian angels. And as long as the song has been performed - the dance was leading us into the sunrise...

I constantly have dreams of this man warring a black hood standing over my bed with a graying beard smirking then he takes out a sacrificial dagger and right when he goes to stab me the dream is over

I had a dream in which I have found out that the estimated amount of POTF`s fortune is 30 million dollars... WTF???:)

I'm always at work, even in my dreams!

(I was recently promoted and am learning tons of new stuff. Just anxious about it, that's all.)