live - lightning crashes

awesome, except they're starting to sound like crazy fantasy stories.
it starts out vaguely, with a 12 year old girl standing talking to a werewolf. the werewolf, if you can give him an age, would be about 40. he's got a scar across his face and just this general warrior-type feeling to him. he's talking to the girl very calmly, but the girl is starting to cry. the werewolf is a wanted felon, and so even though he's been looking out for her and been like her father her entire life, he has to leave and he can't say when he'll be back. the girl is still crying, not wanting him to leave, but she calms down and manages to give him a hug and a kiss, and wish him well before he leaves. then the werewolf runs off, and she's left alone.
now the story skips about 10 years. she's 22, living in an apartment with a giant mutt of a dog, this big tan monster that looks more like a lion than a dog. she's been talking to this neighbor in the building for a while, getting to know him, all that stuff. her dog is crazy nuts about the guy, and she doesn't really understand it, but whatever, she likes him. perspective shifts to his point of view, he's looking at her face and feeling kind of sad. he tells her he has to leave, and he goes back to his apartment just as the girl's grandmother, immature uncle, and 5-year-old twin nieces show up. so the guy is sitting outside his apartment sort-of panicing because he has to be packed and gone from the apartment by the next day, and he hasn't started yet. the girl comes over to talk to him and offers to help him pack, which he's thankful for but slightly hesitant.
inside his apartment, everything's pretty much bare. you can hardly tell he lives there, except for the usual sofa, tv, and kitchen appliances. she starts to ask him why he's so worried about packing in time when one of the little girls opens a door to a bedroom, which is completely covered in junk. clothes everywhere, posters, skateboards, guitars, everything you'd find in a teenagers room. the guy shrugs - his little brother lives with him. his own room is cleaner than his brother's, but there's still a lot of stuff to pack up. as the little twins are asking who'll take what, the girl grins and says she'll take the guy's room. so she can snoop, and all that.
meanwhile the uncle finds some sort of game (it reminds me of digimon and pokemon and all those) that he starts playing with the twins. it's all very realistic and sort-of spooky, especially when the bird-thing he'd been playing with starts flying around and getting bigger. and the bird-thing is not happy. it's panicing and twisting around and no one can tell what it's trying to get away from. meanwhile the room they're in has melted away and they're in the middle of an endless tropical ocean (the water is crystal clear turqiose blue) and they're all standing on the deck of a ship. and now you can see what the bird's afraid of. it's this giant white.. thing. it's long and sort of like a giant sea serpent, except it doesn't really have a head. (think of a piece of licorice after you bite the ends off. it's a long tube. that's this white thing, with just an opening for a mouth.) and the white thing grabs the bird and starts chowing down on it, ripping it to shreds and eventually, the bird's gone. then the white thing starts coming after the people on the boat.
the guy from before has changed... hell, okay, everyone's appearance has changed. (last night i was watching this weird thing on the sci-fi channel about some scottish clan, no kilts here folks. it was like the way they wish peasants and people living in the country really dressed. it was all leather and straps and braids and dredlocks and the girls all had strings woven through their hair... i think you know what i mean. i hope. the type of stuff that looks good in the movies but never works out when normal people try to wear it.) so the guy is wearing this typical cloth pants, leather vest, he's got tattoos around his bicep and his hair is all messy (in the sexy i'm-a-man-of-the-wilderness type way.) so the guy jumps out of the boat and tries to get this thing away from the people, but about this time the guy's brother shows up (don't ask me how) and says that the thing doesn't want him, it wants the girl (again, don't ask me how he knows.) so the girl, being all brave and heroic, dives into the water and swims off. she's a fast swimmer. (think final fantasy X.) and so she's barely keeping ahead of this thing, but she's definitely getting further away from the ship. the thing is attacking her, somehow it's sliced up her stomach, and it's coming up on her and she's about to die. out of nowhere, this blindingly bright white light flashes, and when it's gone she's holding this strange spear, that's all twisted like a sea shell and semi-transparents, like it's made of glass. she dives underwater and sees mermaids swimming away from her. one looks back and waves for her to stop watching and start looking out for herself. the girl comes back to the surface and stabs the white thing with her new spear, and it dies. she climbs back into the boat and her grandmother is panicing big-time, but her uncle is right at home with all the weird shit going on, and the twins are adapting pretty easily. the guy and his brother are grinning, proud of her, but kind of stunned too.
later they're all in this huge canyon, and the place is packed. the guy and his brother have faded into the crowd. it seems like every kind and tribe leader and shaman have all showed up to some council meeting. the girl is in new clothes, just typical pants and revealing itty-bitty halter top (the kind that hollywood thinks all peasants wore!). but she's also got the skin of a leopard draped over her shoulders, with the head of the leopard on top of hers. (think bear rug, with the head still attached, and wearing it like a cape.) she's still holding the spear she got from the mermaids. the council members have been talking and general consensus is that whatever's been plagueing their lands for a very long time, will gladly go after the girl. so they decide to use her as bait. for some reason she agrees to this. so everyone's standing around sort-of partying for the last night she'll be with them. there's this one person who's been looking out for the girl ever since she came on shore. he pretty much looks exactly like red XIII from final fantasy VII. so he's talking to the girl, just being a general buddy to her, when this howl tears through the canyon, and everyone shuts up.
way up on the edge of the canyon, the werewolf from 10 years ago is standing, looking down on them. the grandmother gasps, says something about "that murderer!" and most of the usual rabble is starting to get excited about forming an angry mob to kill him. but all the head honchos, the council members and chiefs and shamans and everyone, all sound really excited just to see him at all. the red XIII guy howls back, and the werewolf runs down into the canyon and the two greet each other happily, doggy-style, with lots of jumping around and licking each other's faces. then the werewolf sees the girl. and he walks up to her and says "well, what's this?" and he's looking at her and looking very proud of her, when it strikes him that something's up. he turns to the red XIII guy and suddenly knows what's going on, that she's bait. and he starts going into this angry tantrum, screaming at everyone and yelling "is this what my daughter deserves!? after all i've done for you, this is how you repay me?!" and he goes up to the horse that they'd packed for the girl, and he rips open the bags that they'd put supplies in for her. he's picking through the stuff, tossing it all aside as worthless. he comes to the weapons they were going to give to her so she'd have a fighting chance, and none of it is good quality at all. meanwhile he's still shouting stuff like "this is what you're giving to her? this is the best you think my daughter is capable of using? what's this?! it's no good, none of it! you should be ashamed!" etc, etc. just general angry-father tirade, righteous indignation, that sort of thing. and the girl is just shocked to be hearing him referring to her as his daughter. finally the werewolf calms down, looks around, glaring at all the people around him. he tells them to fuck themselves, find bait from somewhere else, no one is sacrificing his own flesh and blood. and he turns to the girl, completely calm now, and says "come here. i haven't seen you in 10 years. we have lots of catching up to do." and the girl smiles, grins, and walks over to him, happy as a clam to see him again. and as they walk away he asks her "so, got any guy troubles i can help you with?"
and then i woke up.

pete yorn - lose you

to start out. for the first time ever, one of my movie-sequence dreams actually completed itself.
the story was about this girl who has the shining (influence for this dream is pretty clear.) her parents know about it. apparently, she had this horrific vision of something that would happen someday to her. so her room and entire house is full of these weird platforms and hooks that she's not supposed to touch, until the day that she has to. most of the dream was with her on a trip of some kind, without her parents. i'm thinking a school trip, because there were other kids with her. and she's talking to this old lady who's worried about her, and there were all these other occurances that i don't clearly remember, but it was like a saga. at one point she was inside the white river ampitheater, which was completely empty except some vague black shape in the corner of her eye that was chasing her (who can guess where that came from??) eventually she ends back at her house, but shit has hit the fan this time. there's this raging storm outside, and she finds herself being compelled to use the platforms and hooks to get along the outside walls of their house, and onto the roof. on the roof, there's this tall, thin, crazy old guy with a huge set up of a mini-city. and he's about to destroy it with gasoline (again, very clear where the influence is coming from.) and she panics, because this is very bad. she runs at the guy and tackles him and he flings her over the edge of the house, and she's barely hanging on. down below in the backyard there's some more crazy shit going on, before the guy smacks her over the head and she blacks out, falling to the ground below. when she wakes up again, she's back at the white river ampitheater, and there's a few of the characters from her earlier adventures sitting with her. she's dead, and so are they, but they reassure her by saying that she'd delayed the crazy old guy, and it had given the other people enough time to come and stop him for good. voila. not a very exciting story, but then again, i woke up about 4 hours ago, and it's been fading since.
anyway, to know about the burning city influence, it's because of a comment jon or devon made last night. or maybe it was one of the other people. but they were talking about this guy who'd made a little fake toy city and doused it in gasoline and made a gas trail away from it. he lit the trail and ran for the city, and when he got there it was already burning away.
why was i with jon and devon and some other guys, and why were we talking about burning things? oh, man, you should've been there. it was amazingly awesome. around 11 i got really bored and told jon to get up, we were going to alki. we got devon to come too, and we drove to seattle. none of us had been to alki beach before, so we really had no idea what we were looking for. we just kept driving, and eventually stopped to ask some people at a bus stop where we should go. it was around midnight, and these people were crazy nuts, it was hilarious. but they gave us directions, and we found the beach, and got these guys that were walking around to take our picture with the statue of liberty. then later, we found some live coals burning in a fire pit! so of course we started it back up again. eventually it was burning pretty good, and we invited the three guys walking around to "warm their hands." so for the next four hours or so we were collecting drift wood and stealing wood from the construction site and just generally shooting the shit and having a good time. the fire got insanely huge, especially after devon and jon took the phone books from the pay phones. eventually the three people left, and so did the couple that came and joined us for an hour or so. so we left too, leaving the fire burning merrily away for the next cool people to find and play with.
and lastly i just got back from my crew interest meeting and i am completely psyched for when it starts!!

garbage - i think i'm paranoid

so yeah, it was a pretty uneventful day that started way too damn early. 7 am, bright and early, up at the gym for a couple hours. then some errands, then home to eat food around noon. i sat outside and read a book for a few hours, and i got burned, though not too badly. so i went over to tuey's and hung around her house for a while, and we talked about me dissecting brandon after tuey kills him some 10 years from now. and then there was the whole work, thing, with all this teaching shit that i bitch and complain about way worse than it really is. and so then after it all was over i watched nip/tuck with jamie and ryan and this girl emily and let me tell you... that show.. is disturbing. really. we were watching and we were all like "no don't do it you're going to poke her eyeball out!" and "so he just sits around slicing cake, huh?" and "why the hell is he taking care of the baby if it isn't his?!?!" anyways that was really fun. and now i feel like i have tons of energy but really i just want to do something now that it's night so that i don't have to go through another endless morning/afternoon with nothing to do. (because seriously, i have nothing to do tomorrow before 5.)

foo fighers - everlong (acoustic)

okay, now don't get me wrong here, i absolutely love this sunshine. duh! i've been out and around almost every minute i can manage, from running sunday morning before church to kayaking with my brother yesterday and today. but i've also been starting out early (thanks to the sun, which shines right in my face every morning at 8 am). so i've also been crashing around 5 or 6 every day. like today. i'm going to sleep as soon as i finish this. but just so you know. it's not 'cause i'm lazy. it's because i'm wearing myself out. oh, yeah, and i sat in on tuey's three hour spanish class today. didn't learn a damn thing! so forget that approach.