Hola!
What's new? Not too terribly much here. I'm trying to prepare for Thanksgiving. Its usually a fun holiday. I don't eat turkey though. I don't like the taste of the meat and I don't like falling asleep after eating it. As a result, my mom makes honey baked ham especially for me. If you have a good mother you have a unique relationship. How many people in your entire life will want nothing more than for you to be happy? Not too many is the answer. People want money, or time, of commitments or belongings. Not mothers though. They just want you to be happy. I love my mother. Even before my parents divorced and then after my mother and I spent a lot of time to ourselves traveling. She truly helped me see the world. She also instilled compassion in me. I would not be a therapist without her. I love my mother, wouldn't trade her for anyone in the world. I shed a few tears when my dad died. When mom died I will cry buckets. I don't want you to take that as me loving one more than the other. They both loved me and did their best.
Anyways, those are just a few turkey day thoughts. Speaking of the holidays my friends are coming into town and that's always nice. I've been hanging out with one friend. I'm supposed to catch up with another when he comes to town tomorrow and my friend Allyson will be in Saturday. I am trying to think of what were going to do. We've considered caving, going to Howard Finster's place, bowling, board games, and of course she's going to come to the gym so I can finally have someone to try the trampoline room with. If you wanna come with Saturday lemme know.
Most of the times I am a happy go lucky kind of person. I rarely ever get upset or depressed. I woke up scared to death yesterday morning though. I used to have the dreams, very scary dreams. I would wake up sweating and looking around the room ready for attack. I had a very similar dream to one I had years ago yesterday morning. It was very scary. I have written an account of what I remember. It will be after the entry.
On another note I had an odd gym experience yesterday. I jumped in the Jacuzzi. I didn't think about it but there were three girls in the tub already. You may wonder how you can miss three people in the tub, but you would be amazed what can go unnoticed when you slowly putting your balls in hot Jacuzzi water and tying to do it as slowly as possible. Anyways, after being in the water a few minutes, the Asian girl leaned over and asked "can I ask you something honestly?" I said sure. I'm fairly social so I'll talk to just about anyone. She said "are my eyes sexy?" I looked at her, a little unsure of what to say. I responded "very much so." Then I felt odd and left the Jacuzzi. I went to several other rooms in the gym and the girls followed me. It was odd. I lost em when I went to the showers fortunately.
I do think asian eyes are attractive I wasn't lying. I find the asian culture in general to be a fascinating one. I think we have lost something as a culture they hold dear; ancestry, history, and richness of culture. There is a reason people get tattoos in Japanese. People think it means something more in a more cultural language. I remember my first time counseling a Japanese couple. I didn't know enough about the culture at the time and I spoke to the woman as often as the man, I looked them both in the eyes, and I asked them about personal things they didn't divulge. I should have done none of these things. It is the on time in my whole counseling career I don't think I have done any good. Needless to say I learned a lot from the situation and did a much better job the 2nd time.
Well I'm off. I'm playing a game called Mass effect. It's fantastic. I have a shitload of games to play now including the orange box and super Mario galaxies.
I am closing this entry with a statement of my dream. I hope I have no more. They terrify me.
It was dark. All of the street lamps were out and all of the lights from the stores were off. The moonlight was my only guide through this ghost town. I didn't remember walking there, but he knew that I had. I was still walking. My life was empty store windows that closed in from each side. I didn't seem to think that any of this, the absence of life, was odd. I walked and walked through the night until he saw a single light in a store window. There wasn't much light inside the store, and what was there was being dampened by paper covering the windows, but there was something in there. I opened the door of the store and walked in.
It was very dark in the store. A candle on each side of the room served as the only lighting. Moonlight flowing over the paper in the front window dimly lit the ceiling of the room. I had felt comfortable outside, but I didn't like this. I could feel what had been missing before. I could feel dread. I shouldn't be here. No one should be here.
I looked towards the back of the store and saw what looked to be a hallway. To his left sat empty glass cases that ran the length of the store from front to back. To my right were more cases and a cash register.
Many of the cases fostered small slips of paper in each of its corners. The one nearest me read "1.19 A POUND." Another stated "SPECIAL OF THE MONTH" in bold black lettering.
It was a butcher's shop. The place smelled of blood and sweat.
Suddenly, something moved in the darkness, a quick slide. I stopped breathing and froze still, my eyes all the while scanning the room. I couldn't see anything. I couldn't hear anything but his heart pounding in my chest ever so slowly, as though it wanted to die just to be away from there. I slowly backed up to the door. I had no idea what was in that room, but I was quickly becoming terrified of it.
"Patrick?" a voice said in a low whispery tone.
My blue eyes opened to all whites. "Y-Yes?" he muttered.
Something banged on the door behind me. Something was trying to get in. Its hard fist clamored against the door. I could hear wood splintering in the door with every hit. It was coming in.
In a dead panic I ran towards the back of the store and down the hallway. I heard the front door creak open behind me. Heavy boots on the wooden floor overrode the sound of my heart.
A large steel door stood at the end of the hall. I threw it open and lunged inside. There was no light in the room at all. A heavy coldness in the air ran shivered through my body. The lights came on in the room and I screamed. It was a meat locker, and I wasn't alone.
Naked men and women hung on giant hooks in their chests that lowered from the ceiling. There were nine of them. They were all dead. Their heads lay on their chest as if they were all in the middle of some obscene prayer to a mad god.
One woman had no left arm. A grisly stump at the elbow was all there was. A woman to my right had no eyes. Blood lay in puddles under each of them on her cheeks.
Suddenly, one of the men jerked his head up to they sky. I heard the man's chest tear as he did it. Another man threw his arms out. A few of the others began to twitch violently while others began to grasp out. Some of them swayed back and forth. The sounds from their chest became a veritable choir of pain. The woman with no eyes grew a sudden grin as her head turned towards me.
I screamed again, and again, and again. Then I stopped. I had seen something in the back, something behind the bodies. Corpse legs swayed back and forth like curtains and then suddenly they were still. Past blood dripping ankles, I saw myself standing in the back of the room.
"Hallelujah!" it screamed and threw its hands up in the air. "I think we've found ourselves another believer! What do you say ladies and gents?"
The hooked corpses snapped their heads up and screamed "Hallelujah!" Through throats that sounded full of razors. It was a congregation of the damned.
Then the lights went out.
I heard great rips as bodies tore from their hooks. I could hear blood patter into new puddles. And then I heard footsteps in the darkness.
They were coming for me.
I fell backwards. I could hear them dragging themselves towards me in the dark. They made great moans in their pain. I was on the ground trying to crawl towards the metal door when something grabbed my ankle and pulled me back.
What's new? Not too terribly much here. I'm trying to prepare for Thanksgiving. Its usually a fun holiday. I don't eat turkey though. I don't like the taste of the meat and I don't like falling asleep after eating it. As a result, my mom makes honey baked ham especially for me. If you have a good mother you have a unique relationship. How many people in your entire life will want nothing more than for you to be happy? Not too many is the answer. People want money, or time, of commitments or belongings. Not mothers though. They just want you to be happy. I love my mother. Even before my parents divorced and then after my mother and I spent a lot of time to ourselves traveling. She truly helped me see the world. She also instilled compassion in me. I would not be a therapist without her. I love my mother, wouldn't trade her for anyone in the world. I shed a few tears when my dad died. When mom died I will cry buckets. I don't want you to take that as me loving one more than the other. They both loved me and did their best.
Anyways, those are just a few turkey day thoughts. Speaking of the holidays my friends are coming into town and that's always nice. I've been hanging out with one friend. I'm supposed to catch up with another when he comes to town tomorrow and my friend Allyson will be in Saturday. I am trying to think of what were going to do. We've considered caving, going to Howard Finster's place, bowling, board games, and of course she's going to come to the gym so I can finally have someone to try the trampoline room with. If you wanna come with Saturday lemme know.
Most of the times I am a happy go lucky kind of person. I rarely ever get upset or depressed. I woke up scared to death yesterday morning though. I used to have the dreams, very scary dreams. I would wake up sweating and looking around the room ready for attack. I had a very similar dream to one I had years ago yesterday morning. It was very scary. I have written an account of what I remember. It will be after the entry.
On another note I had an odd gym experience yesterday. I jumped in the Jacuzzi. I didn't think about it but there were three girls in the tub already. You may wonder how you can miss three people in the tub, but you would be amazed what can go unnoticed when you slowly putting your balls in hot Jacuzzi water and tying to do it as slowly as possible. Anyways, after being in the water a few minutes, the Asian girl leaned over and asked "can I ask you something honestly?" I said sure. I'm fairly social so I'll talk to just about anyone. She said "are my eyes sexy?" I looked at her, a little unsure of what to say. I responded "very much so." Then I felt odd and left the Jacuzzi. I went to several other rooms in the gym and the girls followed me. It was odd. I lost em when I went to the showers fortunately.
I do think asian eyes are attractive I wasn't lying. I find the asian culture in general to be a fascinating one. I think we have lost something as a culture they hold dear; ancestry, history, and richness of culture. There is a reason people get tattoos in Japanese. People think it means something more in a more cultural language. I remember my first time counseling a Japanese couple. I didn't know enough about the culture at the time and I spoke to the woman as often as the man, I looked them both in the eyes, and I asked them about personal things they didn't divulge. I should have done none of these things. It is the on time in my whole counseling career I don't think I have done any good. Needless to say I learned a lot from the situation and did a much better job the 2nd time.
Well I'm off. I'm playing a game called Mass effect. It's fantastic. I have a shitload of games to play now including the orange box and super Mario galaxies.
I am closing this entry with a statement of my dream. I hope I have no more. They terrify me.
It was dark. All of the street lamps were out and all of the lights from the stores were off. The moonlight was my only guide through this ghost town. I didn't remember walking there, but he knew that I had. I was still walking. My life was empty store windows that closed in from each side. I didn't seem to think that any of this, the absence of life, was odd. I walked and walked through the night until he saw a single light in a store window. There wasn't much light inside the store, and what was there was being dampened by paper covering the windows, but there was something in there. I opened the door of the store and walked in.
It was very dark in the store. A candle on each side of the room served as the only lighting. Moonlight flowing over the paper in the front window dimly lit the ceiling of the room. I had felt comfortable outside, but I didn't like this. I could feel what had been missing before. I could feel dread. I shouldn't be here. No one should be here.
I looked towards the back of the store and saw what looked to be a hallway. To his left sat empty glass cases that ran the length of the store from front to back. To my right were more cases and a cash register.
Many of the cases fostered small slips of paper in each of its corners. The one nearest me read "1.19 A POUND." Another stated "SPECIAL OF THE MONTH" in bold black lettering.
It was a butcher's shop. The place smelled of blood and sweat.
Suddenly, something moved in the darkness, a quick slide. I stopped breathing and froze still, my eyes all the while scanning the room. I couldn't see anything. I couldn't hear anything but his heart pounding in my chest ever so slowly, as though it wanted to die just to be away from there. I slowly backed up to the door. I had no idea what was in that room, but I was quickly becoming terrified of it.
"Patrick?" a voice said in a low whispery tone.
My blue eyes opened to all whites. "Y-Yes?" he muttered.
Something banged on the door behind me. Something was trying to get in. Its hard fist clamored against the door. I could hear wood splintering in the door with every hit. It was coming in.
In a dead panic I ran towards the back of the store and down the hallway. I heard the front door creak open behind me. Heavy boots on the wooden floor overrode the sound of my heart.
A large steel door stood at the end of the hall. I threw it open and lunged inside. There was no light in the room at all. A heavy coldness in the air ran shivered through my body. The lights came on in the room and I screamed. It was a meat locker, and I wasn't alone.
Naked men and women hung on giant hooks in their chests that lowered from the ceiling. There were nine of them. They were all dead. Their heads lay on their chest as if they were all in the middle of some obscene prayer to a mad god.
One woman had no left arm. A grisly stump at the elbow was all there was. A woman to my right had no eyes. Blood lay in puddles under each of them on her cheeks.
Suddenly, one of the men jerked his head up to they sky. I heard the man's chest tear as he did it. Another man threw his arms out. A few of the others began to twitch violently while others began to grasp out. Some of them swayed back and forth. The sounds from their chest became a veritable choir of pain. The woman with no eyes grew a sudden grin as her head turned towards me.
I screamed again, and again, and again. Then I stopped. I had seen something in the back, something behind the bodies. Corpse legs swayed back and forth like curtains and then suddenly they were still. Past blood dripping ankles, I saw myself standing in the back of the room.
"Hallelujah!" it screamed and threw its hands up in the air. "I think we've found ourselves another believer! What do you say ladies and gents?"
The hooked corpses snapped their heads up and screamed "Hallelujah!" Through throats that sounded full of razors. It was a congregation of the damned.
Then the lights went out.
I heard great rips as bodies tore from their hooks. I could hear blood patter into new puddles. And then I heard footsteps in the darkness.
They were coming for me.
I fell backwards. I could hear them dragging themselves towards me in the dark. They made great moans in their pain. I was on the ground trying to crawl towards the metal door when something grabbed my ankle and pulled me back.