After that I finally managed to ship a book from half.com I sold almost two weeks ago. I've had hell hit me with trying to ship this book, but alas, I shipped it. Victory! From there I went home and attempted more Christmas shopping, but still got no where.
2-6 I worked, helped some girls rock climb, talked to others, and booked our company Christmas party. After work I showered at the gym and then changed, and picked up my friend Melissa, and we went to the Storytelling Pictures Christmas Party. Got to re-connected with some great people. Ran into Jordan Carson, who co-hosted MYGR Weekend with me, as well as the WOODTV station manager, Meijer friends, and others. Also got to re-connect with a fellow film-maker Zac Page, who went to the same school as me years and years ago. We talked a good portion of the night about films and what we'd like to do in the future. They also held door prizes, and Melissa's name was drawn. She won a nice goodie bucket, and just won barely, because 15 seconds after she put in her name, they drew names.Also, I noted the sushi was darn good.
After the party, I spent some time talking with Jon, my dad's business partner. Jon has been like a 2nd father to me. He gave me some insight, and I'm hopefully getting breakfast or lunch with him come next week. He's a great guy, very thankful and blessed I have the opportunity to know him.
Left the event with Melissa, and then dropped her off at her house, although not before discussing my own life and what would happen to everything in it, even her and I. I just don't know. I left her house feeling guilty, and probably even leading her on. She encouraged me to fully disclose how I feel, so I am. I left her house, angry at myself. This is a girl I broke up with, and I'm conveniently keeping on a shelf for when I want to hang out with her. I cast my head.
I dreamt this dream in the earlier realm of this morning, as in the 14th, not the 13th, but I feel it's still part of my day. I've been using sleep as the chapter-skip point, but if I were to stay up all night, what would that be? Anyway, here is the dream I dreamt.
"I am batman. I've been fighting people occasionally, but Im finnally done. I am watching a bunch h of people get hurt in fake walls, and i try to warn robin, who is my good friend, not to get hurt. im watching from above as people walk through this big maze and the walls keeep falling them, watching them crush instantly. For some reason, I try to stop them, but they keep getting crushed. I turn around and Robin is having sex with Catwoman, or not having sex, but becoming very intamate. I keep telling him to stop, but he wont listen to me. they sit there in each others arms. then she leaves. he follows her. i tell him to be careful. i am hurt i have lost my good friend and partner to a girl, so i fly away. its the first time ive fown, though its not the regular flyingg. i flew , or glided with my bat cape until i landed on a garage. but something happened. maybe it was a light storm in the distance, mayge it was lightning, i dont know, but i lost my powers. i couldnt fly. i crashed through a roof and fell asleep. when i woke up, the next morning, some outcast old people who were sick of being taxed were outside arguing. one of them saw me. the pulld me out, maybe to kill me, but they still had some good in them and didnt. i tried to fly away, abut i fell. thishas happened to me before. ive dreamt this portion of the dream before. i lose myself. i dont know who i am. its like ive lost my identity, and i need to figure out who i am, so i cant use any of my powers. the people are nice and tell me i can stay with them... but time is short. i run away into a special morgue. i get inside, george clooney falls on top of me. ironic, because he was batman once in a movie. hes laying on top of me, and its awkward.... im like... so.,... whats my favorite geroge clooney movie... well i really liked fantastic mr. fox.... it was good. now the creepy part. im inside the morgue. its a giant catholic church morgue. old cobblestone and marble walls, but its hot. very hot. it reminds me of hell in a way, because people go here to die or be disposed of. i say disposed of, because hjeres what happens. this is the normal routine for how peol=ple die, and someine i knew died. it was this very obese man at my work that died, and the body is brought to this big cathedral like morgue. the builiding is a reddish tint inside, with smoke and lava running aunderneath. there are two big generatios and turbines that grind up the lava, but this is all underground. this obese man whos name i wont say has died, and his body part is in pieces.
by the way, this whole timeim in here, that creepy song from star wars is playing,
the one where anakin becomes darht vader... its a chior song on the soundtrack, its a very ominious and gloomy song. they lso play this song in the star wars movie when qui gon is burning in his funeral in the phantom menace. anyway, this music is echoing throughout the halls. this obese man has been chopped up. he is dead. he was so fat, that in my dream, undreds of bags are there, carrying his fat and other muscles. the morgue instructer has a glowing red crown and septor sitting on a table that overlooks this conveyere belt underneath us. he tells me to go turn on the turbines to full speed. fi go over to the wall and do it, but a fuse blows, and i roast the whole place. i mean, it explodes. giant fire balls. i dont have my superpowers yet, so i can glide out or use my batarang. i sprint out for my life, and grab my friend melissa, who is helping throw these bags of fat over hte ledge. i grab her and we just make it out, as a giant fireball roars behind us. i wait, then we go back in, luckiliy, no one died. a fireball just escaped, but everyone keeps working. then the depressing scene happens. guys around me who are cutting up the body start making fun of the man, saying htings like fat f%%%. im glad hes dead... and ive been cutting him up all day, i love it... i enjoyed cutting him up. even though he was dead for all this, it was so animalistic. also, all of the meat form his body was charred form the fireball, so it smelled and looked tasty, but still disgusting, and id never eat it. now the main bishop stands up, my grandma and grandpa are here... and everyone starts chucking bags on this big metal wieght that starts to sink under water, which then will suck everything to the conveyor belt, which will ultimately burn it. the man that died was so fat, the barge is sinking underwater, and there are workerse in the water trying to help. i throw a bag in, riled with fat. i can see of his lungs in this bag, and i hurl it in. it splashes one of the workers, but he remains stone cold. the last image i see on this brarge, the size of a car btw, is an old couple in the water. they want to die today. they came here to die together. i was saddened by this, and almost started crying. they dont need to die yet, they may be old, but they still have each other. but its too late, the music, that sad sad music is still playing. the converor belt starst sup. the old couple says i love you to each other, and then grabs each other and gets sucked under the water, as more bags of the dead persons body parts are thrown on top of them. the rest of us in there wh as the bags and the old people are no sunken, and have been sucked onto the conveyor belt, where body parts and them will be crushed and burned in the turbines. i had to leave, i couldn watch these two people die, . if they hadnt drowned yet from being underwater for a minute, they were about to be burned alive. i remember seeing hands and feet of the obese man land on the conveyeor belt, as others watched arouund me, the bishop still in the middle of the room. he reminded me of an occultic leader, because, he just looked evil. i couldnt be in the room anymore.... i ran out, still trying to fly, but i couldnt, becasue i dont know who i am. i collapse on the ground oustide, in the frest airl... some people walking around are just looking at me, but i cant take it. i curlb up on the ground nad pray that i can become myself again..."
