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An Odder Blast from the Past

I warn you now, the following is really really odd. As in, LSD trip type odd, but created without the LSD.

Whilst talking to Luke's girl Katy I remembered a really trippy dream I had a few years back. So trippy that I wrote it out on some random e-Group me and my school mates had. Adda promptly told me that she thought I was quite insane, which was probably the correct reaction.

Anyway, having found that post, I thought I'd post it up here, because this internet space won't disappear due to neglect.

"...Anyway it starts in my house of all strange places, and Maxo has just come back from the vet's. What was wrong with him I had no idea, but he needed some sort of... feather transfusion? So he comes back with pinkish-reddish rose petals as feathers. Cute, random, but way too strange. And it gets even weirder. I somehow took the identity of a fictious elder brother in the house instead of my own, and was having a chat with my mum on my brother's bed (I believe my bro actually turned into a sister for this dream). Mumsie was upset about us apparently strongly not agreeing with the marriage to Mark and said this most random thing ever, "I may as well marry a torpedo because all *you* are interested in is weapons of mass destruction." I'm understandably confused and reassure her that she can do whatever she liked, and that I was happy for her. She cheers up, and suddenly the viewpoint of the dream, very much like a movie camera, moves up along the wall next to us, and there's these pawprints on the wall. Oscar-sized pawprints, made with obviously fake Hollywood blood, as if the psycho puppy had been practising some kind of ritual. Me and Mum decide to escape. Somehow Malabar Rd turned into a 'Sound of Music'-esque grassy knoll, and we were skipping away from the house. There was this evil creature lurking about, which from afar looked like a white shitzu-maltese puppy on two legs, but close up it looked like Gollum with a Harry Potter goblin's head. We run away from that thing just to bump into these carnivorous mummified giraffes. We sneak past, but along the way I pick up a dead one, sling it over my shoulder and decide to nibble on it. I remember it tasted like some sort of sausage. And then we run into these things who call themselves 'hair-bringers' (what the fuck?), but they turned out to just be a flock of everyday peacocks. This silver sedan slides up beside us from nowhere, and suddenly the dream does that thing where everything changes but still makes sense whilst you're dreaming it. I am no longer the fictitious elder brother, nor am I myself, and Mum has vanished from existence. I'm in some chic suburban house and I actually switch between two characters in this part. One is this ten year old boy in daggy clothes, who was actually Sonic the Hedgehog. He's not bright blue, he's not a hedgehog, he's not even lightning fast, but somehow he was Sonic. The other character who was me at times was a Mexican pirate named Hero, dressed in traditional Mongolian costume (culture clash anyone?) and a sombero, who speaks with Antonio Banderas' voice. There's also this ten year-old Arctic pirate chick, who's dressed up in some Inuit-type stuff. Sonic is meant to be a mentor type to Hero the Mexican buccaneer, who is prolly meant to save the world, but the stupid non-hedgehog kid is bailing out. The reason? I don't know how or why (and honestly I don't want to know), but Sonic used to have a sexual relationship with Arctic chick, who has no name, despite the both of them being ten (ew!) but Arctic chick broke it off and Sonic's all whingey about it. Sonic asks for Artic chick to come back to him, but she refuses. Sonic, being whingey and all that, decides not to mentor Hero the Mexican anymore, so Arctic chick takes him on instead. That's when I learn that by meeting the hair-bringers that Hero someone saved a major island settlement of pirate people...and that's just where I had to wake up. I want to know how this crazy thing was meant to end! Damn it!"

But yes. Welcome to my brain, I guess. It's really fucking odd when it wants to be.

I totally need to make that Mexican Buccaneer a real character for something. I read that and just laughed. He was gold!

Anyway, sayounara and fare thee well!
S&Mel, Queen of Darkness and Lizards
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Blast from the Past

If only I had known about this song like... three or four years ago? It's startling just how exactly the lyrics match the mindset I had during Year 11 and 12.

Though, I have no idea what philosophical mindset I really am in at the moment, so don't ask lol. :P


See the animal in his cage that you built,
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye,
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built,
Everything where it belongs.
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,
And it's all...
Right where it belongs.

What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know,
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself,
Find yourself afraid to see?

What if all the world's inside of your head,
Just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods,
All the living and the dead,
And you're really all alone?
You can live in this illusion,
You can choose to believe.
You keep looking but you can't find the woods,
While you're hiding in the trees.

What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know,
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself,
Find yourself afraid to see?

Yeh, I know I've been listening to NIN a lot lately, but there's good memories attached to them for me, and plus I'm so psyched for the concert this Wednesday night!! Plus, they friggin' ROCK. End of story.

'Til later, when I shall write a much more substantial/meaningful post.
Mel, Queen of Lizards and Darkness
V boom!


Apologies for the terrible title!

However, I thought it was my duty to broadcast that yes, the rumours are true. Victor Ma has been sacked by Macquarie University. And there was much rejoicing. No really, there really was!!


Check today's Sydney Morning Herald on page 3 if you want to read the article in its entirety.

Hooray! Victory for all that is right and true and not rigged in this world!
S&Mel, Queen of Dark Lizards and Lizardy Darkness
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    Feuer Frei! by Rammstein

Small Solace of a Masonite NINny

Today, I have little to report apart from this: today is a good music day.

It's just sunk in that I'm going to see NIN for the first time ever, and I've just discovered that Marilyn Manson is releasing a new album. And I am digging the material that has been leaked so far.

Go team evil music!

S&Mel, Queen of Lizards and Darkness

P.S Derojatory terms based on musical tastes within a subculture are just funny.
  • Current Music
    If I was Your Vampire by Marilyn Manson

SCIENCE! for the Masses

Just for those of you wanting to know the full extent of Robot Monster's silliness, I thought I'd search Google and find an image of Ro-Man for you all.

Isn't he just...stunning?!

Today I've decided to define my posts/uploads with a distinct crazy quack-science theme. It's mainly inspired from an article I was directed to by the dinosaurs LiveJournal group I watch from time to time. Earlier this year scientists broke a Tyrannosaurus Rex femur (or at least I remember it being a femur), and found preserved soft tissue inside, which is pretty exciting and amazing at the same time. Now, they've managed to decode some of the genetic material within the preserved marrow- and now the hypothesis of birds being descended from dinosaurs has evidence enough to become a theory. So that's a win for science.

Here's the article below, for those interested:


WASHINGTON - Researchers have decoded genetic material from a 68 million-year-old Tyrannosaurus rex, an unprecedented step once thought impossible.

"The door just opens up to a whole avenue of research that involves anything extinct," said Matthew T. Carrano, curator of dinosaurs at the Smithsonian's National Museum of Natural History.

And, the new finding adds weight to the idea that today's birds are descendants of dinosaurs.

While dinosaur bones have long been studied, "it's always been assumed that preservation does not extend to the cellular or molecular level," said Mary Higby Schweitzer of North Carolina State University.

It had been thought that some proteins could last a million years or more, but not to the age of the dinosaurs, she said.

So, when she was able to recover soft tissue from a T. rex bone found in Montana in 2003 she was surprised, Schweitzer said.

And now, researchers led by John M. Asara of Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center in Boston have been able to analyze proteins from that bone.

What Asara's team found was collagen, a type of fibrous connective tissue that is a major component of bone. And the closest match in creatures alive today was collagen from chicken bones.

Schweitzer and Asara report their findings in Friday's issue of the journal Science.
"Most people believe that birds evolved from dinosaurs, but that's all based on the architecture of the bones," said Asara. "This allows you to get the chance to say, 'Wait, they really are related because their sequences are related.' We didn't get enough sequences to definitively say that, but what sequences we got support that idea."

"The fact that we are getting proteins is very, very exciting," said John Horner of Montana State University and the Museum of the Rockies.

And, he added, it "changes the idea that birds and dinosaurs are related from a hypothesis to a theory."

To scientists that's a big deal.

In science, a hypothesis is an idea about something that seems probable, while a theory has been tested and is supported by evidence. Previously, the bird-dinosaur relationship was based on similarities in the shape of bones, now there is solid evidence of a relationship at the molecular level.

Horner, who found the bones studied by Schweitzer and Asara, said this is going to change the way paleontologists go about collecting specimens _ they will now be looking for the best preserved items, often buried in sand or sandstone sediments.
This summer, he said, his museum is organizing nine different field crews involving more than 100 people to search for fossils in Montana and Mongolia.

Asara explained that he was working on a very refined form of mass spectrometry to help detect peptides _ fragments of proteins _ in tumors as part of cancer research.
In refining the technique, he had previously studied proteins from a mastodon, and when he heard of Schweitzer's finding soft tissues in a T. rex bone he decided to see if he could detect proteins there also.

He was able to identify seven different dinosaur proteins from the bone and compared them with proteins from living species. Three matched chickens, two matched several species including chickens, one matched a protein from a newt and the other from a frog.

Co-author Lewis Cantley of Harvard Medical School noted that this work is in its infancy, and when it is improved he expects to be able to isolate more proteins and seek more matches.

"Knowing how evolution occurred and how species evolved is a central question," Cantley said.

The Smithsonian's Carrano, who was not part of the research teams, said the report is an important confirmation of Schweitzer's techniques and shows that "the possibility of preservation is more than we had expected, and we can expect to see more in the future."

Matt Lamanna, a curator at the Carnegie Museum of Natural History in Pittsburgh, called the finding "another piece in the puzzle that shows beyond the shadow of a doubt that dinosaurs are related to birds." Lamanna was not part of the research team.
So, does all this mean that a T. rex would have tasted like chicken? The researchers admit, they don't know.

Both research teams were supported by the National Science Foundation and the David and Lucille Packard Foundation. Schweitzer had additional support from NASA and Asara had added support from the Paul F. Glenn Foundation.

Interesting and exciting, no? Also, check out my videos on Multiply for an old Soviet documentary "Experiments in the Revival of Organisms" that decidedly may or may not be quack-science (it's still up in the air and debatable, apparently). Personally I think the Russians aren't showing us everything here, but hey.

Cheers for now,

Mel, Queen of Darkness and Lizards
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A Melbournian Salutation

Greetings my beloved audience.

Again, it's been a while. But then again, it's been a while since I've been bothered to LJ it up.

Tonight I am rocking out to some recently acquired/mooched from Cade sounds. Hot damn I am impressed with the Cade-o-tron's collection. The boy owns over 80 gigs of audio material, including the original War of the Worlds radio broadcast. You know, the one that convinced all the listeners that the aliens really were here and pwning their asses (and their planet!), and sent them all into a lovely huge-mongus panic. It's pretty cool.

Melbourne is a strange city, if one is as accustomed to the frantic caffienated energy of Sydney as I am. Personally I wouldn't find myself living here all too soon, but hey. Though there is a distinct and pleasant lack of over-commercialism, and it's been a lot easier to be culturally informed than it ever has been back at home. But then again, that may be due to living with Cade and Liam (and of course, their lovable roomate Tanya) rather than living in the city of Melbourne itself.

Highlights so far have been:
* Catching up with Liam and Cade- Of course I miss everyone back up in Sydney, but I have missed Liam and Cade a lot too. This past week has been pretty damn awesome, if you ask me.
* Camberwell Markets- These were some flea markets we visited rather blasphemously on Easter Sunday. I managed to pick up a copy of Plan 9 From Outer Space, one of the heaviest contenders there are for the "Worst Film Ever" Award. It is amazingly terrible, and terribly incoherent, yet so hilarious at the same time. Liam and Cade, true to form, came in expecting not to spend a single cent- yet came out with over $40 worth of lamps, books, old PC games and Super-8 cameras.
* Polyester- This was an awesome bookshop in Melbourne's CBD, home to a wide range of fantastic books, DVDs and comics. From the Satanic Bible and the Necronomicon, to Debbie Does Dallas and Extreme Bondage Fairies (issues #3 and onwards), this place has it. I picked up the first issue of a hilarious comic titled "The Crimson Gash Versus Hitler", and am wondering why I still haven't poured through its carnal delights just yet (three guesses what a crimson gash is kids!).
* The Astor Theatre- Holy shit this place is amazing. Basically, the Astor is a really old cinema that plays a more cultured assortment of films. Well, the cultured part is sometimes debatable, but hey. The place looks like how the Randwick Ritz used to be before it got gutted and renovated. Liam, Cade and I went to a special space B-movie screening of Robot Monster followed by Plan 9. I'd never seen Robot Monster before, but I had read about it and its awful creature design. Basically, the titular creature is some guy wearing a really oversized gorilla suit and an old diving helmet (complete with space-age antennae) who speaks with a Darth Vader-esque voice. Other highlights include the dismal acting and the random dinosaur fight sequence (using footage of a small alligator with a rubber Dimetrodon sail deathrolling a monitor lizard) that gets used TWICE!! Stellar entertainment, I must say.
* Looting and Trespassing- Liam has all the abandoned houses checked out, so today we went on a little adventure and explored them all. Though, not all of them were as abandoned as originally thought. Oops. We've also been looting the streets for unwanted furniture, seeing Liam and Cade had very little beforehand. I have photos of our exploits, don't you worry.
* Carmageddon- Okay, so this isn't really a highlight of Melbourne, but it's been a great addition to my video gaming experience. For those of you unfamiliar with the title, at first glance Carmageddon is a racing game, but in reality it's a delightful pedestrian-munching, car-crunching smash-fest. I've even managed to waste a cop car. Not by tipping it on its side, or sending it off into a bottomless pit of death, but I actually did it the "noble" way (i.e mashing it into a wall at high speed). Now given the armour on those things, and how deadly they can be, that's pretty damn 1337. Oh yeh, I went there lol. *revels in her nerdiness*

So things here, after careful consideration, have been pretty amazing. Well, amazing bar one overblown hiccough that is neither appropriate nor worthy to broadcast here. Hooray!

Anyway, beloved friends and readers, I bid you good night, and I will see you all soon enough. Hope you are enjoying your holidays!
S&Mel, Queen of Dark Lizards and Lizardy Darkness
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Skin Deep

Today, at the very moment at least, is a rather good day. Well, any day you discover something that has been plaguing your body/health for over four years (and counting) isn't as permanent as you originally feared is always a good day.

I went to the dermatologist today, and it seems like my skin problems are largely fixable. Yay!

Now I myself find problems with the body fascinating, so I thought I'd type up exactly what's going on with the skin for anyone else who shares a similar interest.

Apparently I have naturally dry skin. Could be genetics, could be environmental, could be aliens siphoning moisture from me- either way it just happens and the skin ends up being all thirsty. According to the dermatologist, people who are very frequently all wet (in the submerged in water sense, not the oh so horny sense) usually get dry skin in reaction to being in so much water so often. This sort of makes some sense, as I was swimming a damn lot four years ago. Dry skin results in dead skin cells blocking all the follicles where all the little hairs grow. When the follicles are blocked, the little hairs usually coil around themselves for a bit and then pierce into the flesh outside in their desperation to escape. These escaping hairs result in itchiness, redness and pus- delightful! Being a great big tomboy, I never moisturized, nor saw any merit in moisturization, so the zit-things stayed.

And now for the next step of what I've got. Being a silly teen at the time, I scratched and picked at them. Being a silly young adult now, I still do, particularly when procrastinating, stressed, upset, or unable to sleep due to the previous three. I've even caught myself red-handed, or more correctly, red-shouldered, whilst day-dreaming. Over the four years, all the skin related bugs have discovered that I'm a cozy place to stay, with lots of little open doors (sores) due to the picking, and have thus lodged themselves in there. So now I don't even need to pick and open things up in order to have them re-occur- they've all grown up and can do it all on their lonesome. Great for them, but not so good for me.

So what will it take to fix? Wet dressings (a four layered affair of moisturizer, anti-inflammatory, wet cotton and dry cotton) up to three times a day, but preferrably just once, anti-biotics if the wet dressings don't do anything after two weeks, and fuckwads of both self-discipline and willpower. Somehow I need to get my head around the habit, around why I do it, and maybe find something less destructive to do when I feel the urge to attack it.

I do like how there are no side effects to the anti-biotics I have prescribed, except for tooth-staining in an unborn child should I somehow get laid, forget about protection, get pregnant and forget to have an abortion/pill whilst on them. Pretty amusing.

Also, on a skin-related note, if anyone knows or is someone with either burns scars or just generic scars on their face, I would be very interested in talking to the scarred individual. My film idea for this semester is a documentary about scars, the stories behind how we got them, and the outside world's varying reaction to them. I really want to find someone with facial scarring to interview, as you cannot hide a facial scar and have to deal with people's reactions everyday. It'd be very interesting for me to look into.

Anyway, that's all for now,

Mel, Queen of Dark Lizards and Lizardy Darkness
third eye

Bleeding and Greenie Hearts, Inc

Oh gods I cannot even begin to comprehend what is happening over Wendy's end. Fuck. Evidently more energy of mine will have to be re-directed that way. Not great for me, but hey, I've been a trooper all these 20 years and can deal. It's what I do.

Wendy, know that I am always available to talk, assuming my phone has battery or I am awake/coherent at the time of call.

For the rest of you, I have been shown a really disturbing video, which the angry greenie lefty scum in me is compelled to share. Before I copy-paste the link down, I may as well fire away on my opinion on it.

I am very not vegetarian. I enjoy meat, like many people out there. I trust strange meats in dishes way before I trust strange plants/fungii. Pig and chicken are my favourite meats. I know pigs are social, intelligent creatures too- in fact their flesh apparently resembles human meat closest, out of all the animals out there. And chickens are, very obviously, birds. I love birds- even more than cats and dogs. My darling Maxo is very much a bird. I would avenge any pain needlessly brought to her very physically, very swiftly, and very mercilessly.
I don't eat lamb because I'm allergic to it. Also, in hindsight, the idea of eating something that's barely had a shot at life at all makes me feel kinda bad. I also feel kinda wrong with milk and veal, knowing that little calves get slaughtered in the production of both. But damn it cheese and ice cream taste so damned good (I'm not really a fan of the taste of veal), and I myself am very detached from the calf-killing. I may have to change something there so that my opinion and daily action actually match up. Bugger- that's going to be difficult. But at least I recognize the mismatch though.

I disagree totally with the inhumane killing of animals, emphasis on the word 'inhumane'. I eat free-range and cruelty free when I have the choice, be it eggs, dairy or meat.

But I'll be flayed alive and stir-fried before I suppress my outrage at the contents of this video. I had to watch it thrice in order for my brain to comprehend the tolerance of needless pain and disregard for the life experience of the other intelligences involved. And then I cried. That's not something Mel does often, as those who know Mel would know. Mass murderers get better deaths than the dolphins here, who have done nothing but have meat that serves as a good whale meat substitute. Like dude, these are creatures that have character and intellect enough to enjoy sex for pleasure, just like the humans I know do.

Even if you don't care about animal welfare, there are more efficient ways to get meat off a dolphin. One, you don't drag its body, whilst still alive, along the road on the way to the slaughtering site. You lose bits of tasty dolphin on the way. And you don't need to make them suffocate by slitting their throats. The meat goes all chewy and stringy because the animal is all stressed, with all that pesky adrenaline racing through the bloodstream. The blood (which can be used for pharmaceutical testing and cooking in some cultures, apparently) is lost and wasted in the cracks of the concrete floor. And also the critters take ages to damn well die! Quicker deaths mean that more dolphins can be processed in a shorter period of time, which means more product and more sales, right? Quickly deceased dolphins also take up less space than flailing, spasming, gasping-for-breath dolphins, so you can slaughter more in smaller, cheaper premises. I really don't understand the need for such grisly ways for them to die. Economics certainly isn't in the picture.

Here's the link, for those interested in spreading the word/rage --> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UOGgUdNhVM

I also disagree with the racist comments made by a few of the people who left comments on the video. Pain is not resolved with more pain, despite how gratifying it may feel. Another Hiroshima will not save dolphins. The fishermen are a minority in Japan, and it's highly likely that they don't agree with what they're doing too. But it pays bills, and feeds crying kids. The happy, rolling-in-profits-and-cooshy-office-chairs business executives of the institutions behind the fishermen are more the kind of people you need to point fingers at. Though the chances are that they're under the command of some richer, cooshier, even more detached tychoon. Humans really know how to suck that way.

Argh it's late. Better end the anger here so I can actually sleep. The upset is only going to convert itself into deadlier and less controllable forms of rage if I continue. Even *I* am afraid of a truly enraged Mel.

Good night, fare friends.

S&Mel, Queen of Darkness and Lizards
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Misunderestimated Nuclear Power Pants is Becoming More Few

I think this is an old internet meme, but I just enlightened myself to its existence today, so it's still fresh and funny to me. A humorous political poem composed entirely of choice Bushisms. Yay!

Holy fuck, how I laughed. Idiot Bush-man may have an intelligence that is surpassed often- but damn, it is never truly matched.

Make the Pie Higher

I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen,
And uncertainty,
And potential mential losses.

Rarely is the question asked,
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the internet,
Become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?

They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish,
Can coexist.

Families is where our nation finds hope,
Where our wings take dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher!
Make the pie higher!

I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did *grins widely*

'Til next time!
Sayounara, and fare thee well!
S&Mel, your Dark Lizardy Queen

Rise Monster, Rise!

Ffffwoar it's been ages since I've graced my LJ's presence. Egad. Oh well, time to change that. It's blathering time.

Things have been alright, I guess, since the last time I've posted. There's been some turmoil, and that horrible anti-climax you get after doing something you've been looking forward to the entire year. England was great, I really enjoyed it- but then you get home and are all like, "Well fuck- back to same-old same-old."

*mental notes that she needs to write an UBER-POST about the awesomeness of England, and to get her photos off her camera when Dad comes around again*

I was actually surprised at how the anti-climax struck me. But then again, it was mixed with all these unvented frustrations related to New Year's... so it makes sense. Have to thank Liam for being there when they all came tumbling out- and whilst I'm at it, DAMN YOU CADE FOR STEALING HIM! :P

Well okay, I guess now that I've made a fleeting mention of unvented frustrations I'll have to go ahead and let them roll off the fingers. The problem is, well, mainly stagnation. I hate it so damned much, yet I seem to find myself there so often. It's been four years now since I've really had a noteable awareness and understanding of myself, yet life is largely the same in annoying but fixable places. Still overweight, and not as healthy as I'd like to be. Still have the hormonal crap- but I don't worry about that so much because frankly, like most girls out there I like not having the monthly bleed. Still have the really aggravating skin condition and still have no idea what the flying fuck it is. And still have no idea why I feel so compelled to muck with it instead of leaving it alone to heal. And the scars? I'll be damned if I knew how long it's going to take for them to fade. Chances are they'll be hanging around for the long run, all the way to the grave. My magnus opei is still on hiatus, despite finding my favourite muse once again, and thus still unpublished and unexpressed. I still let old issues get me angry/upset, still just not fully letting them go despite time and time again convincing myself that I've gotten over them. I still haven't gotten myself out there, still haven't showcased the talent I can say with no ego that I know I have. Still not feeling the compulsion to read, let alone read enough. Still can't remember the last time I was truly content with where I was. Mel-Fest came close, I must admit. So damned close.

The number of stills in that paragraph is somewhat depressing. Grrr Mel. So I can guess you can understand how much I just don't like New Year's. It's just the ultimate reminder of the "same shit- different day" scenario. But argh, enough of that wad of emo.

Having read what I just wrote, I think we all need another Mel-Fest. Or at least I do. No-one should underestimate the awesomeness of cake and drinking on the beach. So fucking fantastic!

Lately I've been having weird dreams again. I don't mean weird in a "WTF what the hell was I on?!" kind of way, because I love dreams like that, but in a "Why the hell am I having *that* sort of dream? And why is it communicating that to me?" kind of way. I'm thinking that's what pushed me to LJ again. They're telling me annoying things in a symbolic way that, unusually and annoyingly, I can decode this time. To put it in hypothetical convoluted terms, say an aubergine elephant did something in a dream of mine. My standard reaction is "Why the hell did the elephant do that, and, though pretty trippy and cool, why the hell did my head colour the elephant aubergine?!" I love the trippyness, and the fact I have no idea what my subconscious was trying to communicate. With the recent dreams, I've been able to ever so easily decode what the aubergine elephants are symbolically standing in for, and I've been able to see so easily how their actions co-incide with past and present wish fulfillments. Dreams just aren't fun when you know what they're trying to say!

But blargh. I feel a bit better now, having put problems down into words, but whether they'll now get dealt with is, of course, another issue entirely. I hope they do. I don't want another stagnant year.

I also should really remember how LJ cuts work. Might save some people some room on their Friends page lol.

Anyway, to bed with me! And hopefully to some amusing nonsensical dreams!!
Mel, your long-awaited Queen of Dark Lizards and Lizardy Darkness