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A few days ago I had a dream that I knew Michael Emerson from the past, but lost contact with him. I was doing some work for our College's Dean and he there in a meeting. I went up to talk to him, told him I really liked his new show. We traded business cards. Later in the rest room I was approached by his co-star in the show informing me that something was about to happen to me. Like the show was a show, but in fact was reality.

I then woke up. And now a funny video

I awoke to an interesting dream this morning. I don't often recall my dreams, and when I do they tend to be odd adventures. This one was not as strange as most, but still worth noting.

Me and Jackie were much younger in our early to mid 20s, and were friends with another similar aged couple. We had a fascination with ghosts, and I was an aspiring ghost photography, seeking photographic evidence of spirits. We got some information about an old cemetary that was on the banks of a river that was about to flood, and that high water levels would sparks activity. We went to this cemetary shortly before dusk. The banks of the river where dry with very little water flowing, which seemed out of place as it was supposed to be higher and potentially flooding the cemetary. We explored the dry parts of the water bed, and the banks, taking photographs. As light faded the water started to pick up and it began to lightly rain. We noticed an old structure in the cemetary a small one room office of sorts that was old and in disarray. As night fell the rain stopped and I continued to take photos as our friends were being foolish and running amock, not at all interested in capturing photographic evidence of ghosts. Though the rain stopped, there was still allot of thunder and lightning nearby, that would cause flashes of light. As we explored the old gravestones taking photographs, we caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure near the old building, followed by a glow of light coming from the window. As we approached the building the light faded, and as we got within several feet of the doorway lightning struck and a figure dressed in priest clothing was rummuging through an old desk in the building. He turned to us, and saw the camera. He ran towards us, motioning us to come closer. He paused as we backed up and asked if we where here to photograph the spirits. We replied yes, and he said "Quickly come here, they are almost afoot." He pointed to a corner in the building where some old shelves where built into the wall. "They will comes from there." We set up the camera on a tripod in the direction of the shelves. I began taking still photos, when all of a sudden a ghostly purple light flew from the shelves, out the door and over our heads. I grabbed the camera, removing the tripod and flipped to video mode. All of us ran after the light as it darted between gravestones. The rain that was gone returned, this time as a downpour. The purple wisp stopped above a gravestone and then manifested itself into a ghostly woman, with the same purple hue. She beckoned us with her ghostly hand, mesmerizing us to come closer. The priest began yelling at us that the river was rising. We turned to the river that was once a trickle to see a huge torrent of water flowing and raising quickly upon the banks and into the cemetary. Having broken the mesmerizing glare of the spirit, we ran deeper into the forest to escape the onset of the river, and the spirit who was trying to keep us in place for the waters to take us.

It was quite a vivid dream, and makes me want to think about writing a book or short story.

Starting off with a dream I had last night. Me and Jackie where friends with the Schuster character from Glee. Except that he lived in a trailer house and had a huge snake problems. Dangerous snakes where crawling into his dilapidated trailer and having lots of baby snakes. Me and Jackie where professional snake catches. So we came over and helped catch the snakes, but we just placed them in boxes that they could easily get out of, so we had to keep re-catching them. Odd indeed.

Now to the ick, children. It seems everyone I'm friends on Facebook have lost their own identity and are what their children are. Posting pictures, commenting on other posts that reference their child. I know you child is important to you, but you are not your child, you have a life don't you?

It annoys me that you change your profile pick to your kid. You dress you kid up and toss them in the snow where they cry and you take a picture and post it like its the cutest thing ever. I became friends on facebook to be friends with you, not your freaking child. I can tolerate a few posts about your child, but when all you posts are about your rugrat, It grows tiresome quickly.

So I had an odd dream Sunday morning. I was an actress, a young teenage girl in fact. I was on set of the Harry Potter films. The plot had everyone getting really sad, and my character had the ability to give a deep hug that would rush those sad feelings to the surface. After a short cry that person would be back to their normal self.

I also have a new celebrity crush. With watching so many episodes of Lost, I've sorta found a crush on Elizabeth Mitchell who plays Juliet.

This is the magical and forgettable symbol of the recursive past. Imagine if you will a dream that never ends, but begins anew every day you do not sleep. Eyes tide the flow of time allowing the water of dreams to slip unnoticed into the future.

Had mysterious dreams last night, let's see if I can recall all the details. For some reason I think me and Jackie where living on Oklahoma City, and where friends with Felicia Day. We decided to make a trip to my parents home, and while in the area picked up my friends Cliff and Brandon and drove to Okmulgee. There we went to where my parents old store was. For some reason I have reoccurring dreams that my parents store is still there, and stocked with all the things they had when it closed in 1997. I have a key to the place and the security code is the same, but the store is closed to the public. Those dreams just have my going to the store with friends and looking through everything.

Anyways, in this dream we went to the store late at night and where looking through comics and other odds and end when Felicia wanted to film something on the counter. We cleared everything out of the way, as she brought out some elaborate film equipment. Then I woke up.

I think I had some other dreams earlier in the night, but I can't recall them, and I don't think they where connected to this dream either. Odd Stuffs

So I ran a little late to work this morning. Somehow my alarm clock get set back 50 minutes and when it went off at what should have been 6:30 it was actually 7:10. My theory is somehow I subconsciously turned the clock ahead 23 hours and 10 minutes or one of our cats stood on the time button so it wouldn't change for 50 minutes.

This late slumber did lend itself to an odd dream. I traveled home for the state fair which for some reason was happening in my hometown. While going through the vendor booths I came across a booth setup by Carlos Mencia. I was excited and sat down and talked to him, discussing the show I saw him at in Arkansas, and asking how he comes up with his material. Then we both spotted Felicia Day just walking through the fair. We where both excited and where working up the courage to go talk to her. The alarm then promptly went off.

While surfing today I also found out that Felicia went to The University of Texas at Austin and graduated in 2000. How cool is that.

Sooo I had an odd dream. My father passed away and I was quite upset. Nothing would calm me down. I tried desperately to contact my old friend and ex-girlfriend Christina. I left messages and emails, about how I needed to see her. After days of chaos I got a reply saying to come visit. I drove and got to her house, her roomates tried to calm me down as she was at work. She finally got home and we hugged and I was all calm and normal again. I then woke up.

Been sick the past two days, but feeling better today. Didn't get too behind at work. It appears I have to attend the Fall Carnifall event as a club sponsor. I'll probably head home grab my PSP and the new Castlevania game, some food, and then get to camp out in the cold for a few hours.