Funky Cat Studio

So the other day I rediscovered SecondLife and I’m addicted.

Okay, so here’s what happened (this is not the dream part, just the set-up):

This morning I was on SecondLife and I was exploring every nook and cranny possible. I landed myself in a Lesbian place which was entertaining me because I’m obsessed with animations. You see, In SecondLife, you can “sit’ places and different places will animate your body different ways. So you can really shake it up on a dance floor… or apparently in bed.

So I was wandering around this big room with all these naughty animation places. I wasn’t using them, just being very amused by the titles like… “Lick” and “spank” and well you know. Naughty stuff.

There was a set by a bed called Girl 1 and Girl 2. The idea here is 2 people take up those places and they animated together. I thought it would be fairly innocent. So I “sat” there and I dunno… the animation was just standing there or something. This female character walks up next to me and PMs me asking if she could play with me. Me, the innocent type said “sure, why not! lol”. Because in my mind I was thinking what does this animation set do?

So she “joined” me and I got this pop up window with a list of options, I guess. like… “lesbian” and… I don’t know, other things. So I picked “lesbian” and we ended up on the floor with me tonguing her. O.o I was like WTF. So she starts PMing me - cyber! end ended up as accidental lesbian cyber sex. Ohhhkay. So that pop up window kept popping up wanting me to push buttons. There was no cancel or anything.

Meanwhile this chick is digging it and I’m thinking “ehh… whatever… what do these other animations do?”

So long story just a little bit shorter, we ended up in another place fingering each other. That didn’t last long, so I told her pretty much that I wasn’t interested in continuing and it wasn’t really my thing and we had a short conversation after that about nothing in particular… just saying that it wasn’t my thing. I apologized and felt bad because we both obviously had different things in mind :-p

SO…. I ended up elsewhere after that, in Yarntopia where I got to hang out with knitters and I was given a really coll knitting prop/animation so that’s keeping my animation-curiosity at bay.

Awhile later I went to bed and had this dream:

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So some of you may know of my deep lustful admiration of Suziblu.  I’ve always thought she had an incredibly awesome and sexy personality, art, body and attitude.

For whatever reason I had a dream about her yesterday morning/afternoon!

I was living with my parents in Eugene and I had invited Suzi to live with me because she got kicked out of wherever she was for whatever reason.  She was really pissed at me for some reason.  And it turned out she was pregnant or thought she was pregant.  Maybe she was mad at me because I wanted her to have an abortion, I don’t know!

Anyway, she was just fuming at me so I wrote a little note telling her how I really feel about her (nothing really sexual) and I think I left the room.  Meanwhile, I was worried about what my parents would think about some strange stranger suddenly moving in and all this art stuff because apparently I didn’t ask their permission first :-p But I felt like I had to take her in because in was like an emergency and I’d do anything for her (I probably really would).

So at some point I was talking to her again and she wasn’t mad at me anymore, or not as much anyway.

That’s all I remember off hand.

I wonder what all -that- means O.o

Pregnancy is supposed to mean new ideas.  Females are subconscious thoughts.

….

That’s all I’m saying :-p

Okay, so I had this fascinating dream this morning. I think it may make a good story or bit of story or something. This all pretty much took place outside a large brick building that I personally don’t recognize. It might have been a small, two story apartment building.

There was this serial killer going around killing people (women I think). He used some kind of poison that would kill them within a few hours or within the day. I’m not exactly sure. I think he did it without them knowing *duh!* I mean, like… they never saw him. He snuck it into their body somehow, super ninja incognito. Know what I mean?

Somehow he ended up poisoning me. I remember feeling kind of sick, but mostly just not right in the head, and my body not being quite right. Now, I think his thing was to always come back later on to check the status of his victim. Maybe there was something he did with the body or some token he would take, because he wouldn’t come back unless he knew for sure they were dead.

He came back to check on me… I wasn’t dead, w00t? It was kind of blurry in there, but somehow we ended up sort of in a ditch behind the building, over looking a road up above us. We ended up just hanging out and talking a bunch. I think he helped me to get back there, like a gentleman, like he never killer or dreamt of killing in his entire life. So it was like he was just looking after me. It was… odd.

I remember a big dusty commercial hefty duty truck driving by on the road. The driver saw us in the ditch and slowed down, looking at me kind of like “Are you okay?” I gave him a thumbs up to signal I was okay. I don’t think he believed me right away, but he did continue driving and I never saw him again.

I don’t think I really -was- okay though. I was sitting next to a serial killer who had tried to kill me. By all means I should have been dead, but I wasn’t. Death was looming somewhere nearby, though. Like, -was- I going to die anyway? Why wasn’t I dead, what has slowed the poison down in my system?

The serial killer guy was just your normal everyday guy… but actually quite nicer than that. Maybe he felt bad for trying to kill me and saw the folly of his ways when he came back to check in on a corpse that wasn’t a corpse.

That’s pretty much all I remember from that dream. There were many other dreams last night, but I just remember those in flashes and chunks… not enough to make any sense out of. They were all pretty fascinating though!

Current Mood: grateful & giddy

The FFXII
So last night I fired up Final Fantasy XII for the first time for awhile. I say “for awhile” because I had resigned myself to spending the next month or so (day and night, no less) leveling up my characters. Well, Whitey suggested we try out some cheat codes. Quite awhile and a headache later, we came up with L3 refreshes HP & MP! w00t on you, evil FF people.

Its so nice to be able to heal with no interruptions. That was half my problem of being slaughtered all the time: No time to heal properly!

So it was back to the Caves of Zertanin (?) and a big mean nasty ugly guy that was allergic to ice.

So everybody is somewhere between levels 33 & 36 (the later Fran hit at the last minute last night.) And I’ve been having fun doing the hunts! Woo! I like those. I FINALLY killed that damn White Mousse thing last night. Dammit >.<

The Pedophile Dream
Well yeah… there was this guy that was a pedophile. I ended up in his car driving around this town, of which had very strange architecture and setup. I remember hoping others saw me with him just in case something happened to me.

But I wasn’t really in danger, no matter how creepy I thought this guy was. ‘Cause he was more or less stalking this 12 year old girl, pretty much in open daylight. And I think that’s what he was doing with me, driving around this little down.

Eventually we got back, and of course a million different things were happening all at once and it was hard to keep track of. I remember he was asking me for a sanitary napkin, because apparently his victim was on her period. Ummmyeahthatsgrossnoyoucanthaveone. Ew.

So I eventually more or less became his babysitter and I was supposed to help him not think of this 12 year old girl. I don’t know how I did this, must have been shock therapy. But he was getting quite better… until right at the end, he had a big ‘ol huge nasty relapse.

Ew.

Current Mood: calm

Wow, I don’t remember the last time I blogged about a dream. For reference to everybody else: Keeping a dream journal is a nifty thing to do. Its interesting to look back at them on occasion. Try it, it’ll blow your mind :)

My dreams are always movie-length or longer. They have plots and twists and lots of confusion. By the time I wake up, I feel like I was awake all night watching movie after movie after movie, so its really hard for me to try to remember all the details and keep everything straight. And I never wake up restful. This may be because my dreams are so active. Or it could be a bad mattress. I don’t know.

Okay, for the dream… I don’t remember the premise, but myself along with some other people, were hiding out in a secret room that wasn’t supposed to be there. Sort of in a Harry Potter sort of way (that room from book #5, I believe). I can’t remember why we were there or how we got there, but I remember something to do with a HUGE birthday party my parents were throwing me at their house. And I mean HUGE. There were people packed in the house, out under the carport, EVERYWHERE. That was before all of this, anyway…

Anyway, back to the room… We were hiding from something/one that was dangerous. Whitey the roomie was there ready to fight something that was coming closer and closer… them wham bam, it was Coug right in the door (ex-bf). And then, in a round about way, Coug was dead. O.o And it was sort of an accident sort of thing. I don’t know if Coug was the bad guy trying to get us or not, but things seemed to be better after that.

And yeah. That’s about it on that one. Strange O.o

*edited to add*

Ha! I just remembered. I dreamed that I bought a cheap little camera and it worked perfectly, and also dreamed that I received my book I ordered from lulu.com (I stuck all 2 rough draft and mostly unfinished novels in one book, double spaced in 8 1/2″ x 11″ size spiral bound so I can read + edit it). The book came out sooo cool, and it felt really nice and sleek.