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Thunderbirds prefer these as nests. I guess steel trees can hold their weight better than real trees. :D

They really enjoyed the storm. <3

Smoothies <3

Smoothie 1

Water

1/2 orange

1 banana

Mm...vitamin C!

Smoothie 2

1 cup cold coffee

Handful raw oats

Handful raw almonds

1 banana

Yum!

My new piano <3

Yesterday, as I was walking, I noticed that the leaves floating down through the air paused just a second on their way down as if they wanted to stay aloft. I wondered, then, if leaves are meant for flight. Do they possess a remnant of the life of the tree they came from? Do they possess sentience or a will of their own? I picked one up, keeping it to photograph. On my way back home, I saw the wind pick up a leaf in front of me, then another and another... soon a whirlwind of leaves passed over and around me. It seemed the universe, or the leaves, answered me. They knew I held their friend captive in my hand. "Just a photo, and then I'll let it go," and later I did. :) Further on, I heard a powerful rustling in the woods behind me, and a great whirlwind brought golden-brown leaves high into the air. It's no coincidence, they said, that leaves resemble feathers.

Dream

Visiting the house of a previous teacher who passed away. It was huge, like an old mansion filled with light and shadows. I was visiting with old friends, one of whom was his daughter, who was telling about how he was at the end, with his mind failing, but in a loving way.

They’d sort of been filming some things there, the house, and were even making a film with actors and sets and the like.

They showed me a few old photos or something, some old things to do with the house, and there was a recurring theme of the shadow of a figure of a wolf. Then they showed me a film they recently took and the same shadow of the wolf could be clearly seen moving through a room. They paused the video where its outline was the most vivid.

The dream went on and I found myself sitting at a table with two hooded figures who were questioning me about an ancient artifact they had. It was a bit of a doll, mostly a head with a mouth that opened and closed. They were asking me questions about its purpose and what was inside. I told them that if they were curious they might open it up and there they might find a hint as to its purpose. They kept pressing me so finally I asked them what they were looking for inside the doll. An ancient treasure? A spirit? “A God!” one of them replied with vehemence.

Then I remembered we were in the set of a movie, and the thing was supposed to come alive like the Hand and eat us or something. I tossed it back on the table towards them and started heading to the door of the old mansion with my friends. We mostly ran out into the sunshine where I watched one of my friends act out the next scene which was also being filmed as a documentary about film making and it showed her acting out the entire scene, which they would then edit and piece back together to create the film, the high point of which she screamed, and very well too!

Dream

March 18, 2024

Had a dream I was living at a place my aunt had, it was nice but it needed some fixing up. There were a lot of old items lying around, knick knacks and a light blue suitcase. I had made a doll that looked a little like a vampire Gregory doll I made but wasn’t of anyone in particular and it had rainbow hair, and was a girl doll. Then I left for a moment and when I came back I couldn’t find it. I was searching everywhere for it but my aunt had been rearranging, with dolls here and there, but she was on the phone and I couldn’t ask her where the doll was, actually I’d had two dolls. She wasn’t sure what I was looking for so she tried to give me other items but I didn’t take them and couldn’t tell her about the missing dolls because she was still on the phone. I started to feel tired and dizzy and just sort of fell asleep there.

When I woke up, someone had moved me to a place with pillows and blankets, not a bed exactly. I wasn’t sure what had happened or where I was.

Then the vampire Maharet came with a small retinue of girls. They were all very beautiful and wearing colorful gowns. Maharet had yellow eyes, very vampiric, almost scary, but then she smiled and kind of giggled and I felt that she was like a girl, and I felt okay. She looked like an actress that had played her in the dream awhile ago, but still looked super young so I knew it was her.

Then she got closer, kneeling over me, and put something sharp, like a nail, under my chin, and I told her, “not my neck!” but the sharp thing went through the underside of my chin and she drank, and then I tasted her blood coming up through the same wound. She said something after that but I can’t remember what.

Then they gave me some towels to wipe the blood off my mouth and I passed out or fell asleep again.

When I woke, someone had moved me again and I was in a nice bed with a nice blanket, and someone was describing to me that things should change in particular ways, all the glass should be oiled or washed, there should be no fabric hangings on the wall, only certain paintings should be on the walls, also that I shouldn’t be around “gaseous odors” and my leg was infected. I pulled back the blanket to look, and it looked ghastly, peeling, scabs covering half my leg, almost looking infected.

After that, I went out to explore the area of this new place and I think I was sent to another place on some sort of mission or trip. It was a beautiful city like out of a fantasy movie. It had stone structure that was light peach in color, big open places to gather, narrower streets and very narrow side streets that were almost impassable if there was anything in the street, but there were lamps overhead on the walls, and it was beautiful with a sense of cleanliness and simplicity.

I was a newcomer there and was just learning the basics. They were like a city outside of time. Everyone there seemed to know what was expected and got along, or seemed to, and they were generally peaceable. I was walking to where my own room was and passed a place where girls were taking baths. There were little rows of blue pools, with tiny separators so everyone got their own sense of having their own bath. When one wasn’t in use, you could just go up and step in to get your bath. All the girls wore beautiful gowns that they kept on to bathe. I was in a hurry so I didn’t get a bath.

Just past the baths, I came to another place that was a little like a display room from a pet shop or a zoo, that was separated from passersby with glass, and some ventilating material. Two men, already bloodied and exhausted, appeared to be fighting to the death, or it might have been a man and a woman whose face I couldn’t see.

They both dealt the final death blow to each other at the same time. I turned away, making my way away from there, and found four tiny stone Buddha heads on the ground, that had just appeared, for each of them, eight in total. How odd, I thought. Then the statues began to move, twisting and writhing, and then they began to cry. The Buddha heads had turned into baby Buddhas, four for each life that had been lost there.

I went to check out the room that was waiting for me and accidentally fell asleep, even though I really felt to get one of those baths would be great.

The next day I woke up and had to go somewhere like to class and I didn’t have time to get a bath and was super miserable because I was dirty and my knee had blood oozing from a bandage.

They gave me little packets that I had to open to load videos on a computer. Each packet had two videos. Once I watched the videos, I had to seal up the little package and send it back so they knew I’d watched the required video.

Someone was trying to help me, to show me how to do it, but he pulled the backing off too much of the sticky tape and it stuck together.

Then we had a get together that night. We were given a variety of t-shirts and present to share among ourselves. Nobody was particularly interested in the stuff, so they gave me some of it out of pity, because I looked like I needed it, still being a bit dirty and bandaged up.

One of the items was a packaged set of vials, of different colors, looking like medicinal herbal extracts or fruit juices. I seemed to be the only one who thought that looked good, so I was looking at it, considering opening it, and a guy took it from me and told me he would show me what it does. I was like, “okay...” but a bit skeptical.

He pulled out a particular vial, popped down on the seal, and from the bottom of the vial, a crystal cup appeared. Into this, he poured out the liquid, and it turned light and clear, slightly fizzy. He did this again with another vial so he had one to drink too.

He told me to taste it and held up his glass to toast. We toasted and drank. It was the lightest and sweetest thing I ever had to drink. Then he tried to get me to let him drink from my cup while I drank from his, but if we did that we’d be kind of married, so I said no, because he was trying to trick me, and I said, “I see what you did there!”

I wanted to finish the cup of champagne, but I had to go. There was someone who had invited me to his shop where they sold sweets, especially there was a kind of bean that I thought would be good.

I stopped in, it was an Arab shop, and got a free item like red and green jellies, then tried a little mountain shaped cinnamon roll on a stick, then I got the beans I wanted and was buying my stuff but there was some confusion about price and they gave me a whole box of the red and green jellies for free.

Then I joined some others and we were traveling by helicopter around the area. I met someone who asked for my autograph which I thought was strange. I wasn’t sure if she had some ulterior motive, and didn’t find out. Our group was traveling again and some of them would jump out of the helicopter into the water. Then I awoke.

I do not laugh at fate; I merely laugh, and fate smiles upon me. 🌞