Somehow in the past week or so I've fallen back in love with the aesthetics and vibe of the Star Wars prequels (especially "Attack of the Clones") as well as the Old Republic games. Nothing else quite looks like them. I want to live in that world...
Well...maybe not an exact replica. I might want to change out the hues to be red-dominated...but I wouldn't need to look too far for inspiration. Another politician from the same planet indulged in this most Sith-like of color schemes. 😉
I think it might be because I went to the villa last April and it's only now truly sinking in. Yes, where Padmé got married is a real place: Villa del Balbianello. And having seen it in person I'm not sure if I could abide being married anywhere else than at that same spot.
It seems a person can get married there. It's expensive for a wedding venue, but since my dream wedding doesn't involve a crowd, that helps to keep costs down, so splurging on the venue might be more financially attainable than I'd expect.
I had a dream last night and in it this guy picked up his turtle and said "He has type III cuddle withdrawal. It's terminal". I woke up and said "same". Without sufficient access to cuddles I will perish.
So far as I remember appearing in my dreams have been William S. Burroughs, Mark E Smith, David Bowie, Peter Cushing, Robby Coltraine and unfortunately Donald Trump and Theresa May.
A great honor to have "When Carousels Dream" place third in the 5/17/2024 #FineArtAmerica contest "Circus" held by the Symbolism Group! Many thanks to group / contest administrator, June Walker, and to everyone who voted for my image. Congratulations to the other winners!!!
"Dreaming helps prioritize and diminish the severity of emotionally charged memories. Participants who reported dreaming had better recall and were less reactive to negative images.
The research suggests that dreams actively transform emotional responses by reducing next-day emotional reactivity. This could lead to interventions that enhance dreaming to aid emotional processing."
So something #funny happened last night. I mean, I'm one to think that dreams are symbolic of event and memories of the last day or so being rehashed as you sleep. I need the help of a dream interpreter on this one!
The spouse had a dream about Boris Karloff's... tentacles...
Pickled...
Received in a jar from Amazon.
What does it mean??
Edit: That was supposed to be /testicles./ Still funny and weird, tho.
This kind of thing gets me going. These sort of reversals of agency. Also, the idea that things get caused by dreams. There is something in me that wants to explore all these things that don’t fit the not modernity
It was warm out today, one of the first really warm days we’ve had this summer. I was walking up 14th St NW and noticed a vehicle in the bus lane.
“I think I’ll take the bus the rest of the way’, I thought.
I got into the vehicle and greeted the driver politely. The air conditioning was a great relief. I didn’t see a place to tap my Metro card but maybe the reader was broken.
“What the [EXPLETIVE DELETED] are you doing in my car?” The driver said, rudely.
“Oh!” I exclaimed. “I think you’re mistaken. See the red paint underneath us? This is a bus lane, so this must be the bus.”
Am I the only one who regularly fantasizes about this? It’s normal, right?
Had a dream where we all lived in a world without flat screen TV's and thus no smartphones or tablets (just portable TV's with teletext. . CRT TV's the size of smart cars. You kind of drove them into gaps left in houses to fit such things. Good picture though. And still only 4 channels. #dream#dreams
However, it is still a puzzle in a 1,000 little pieces waiting to be laid out correctly. And whomever starts to connect larger chunks of the greater picture, will meet the toxic bully that is always somewhere around: The festering Beast of #Hypercapitalism. Storming in, scattering pieces, shattering #Dreams.
Why is the bully there, I ask myself? Something that puzzles me. Maybe because we leave the door wide open for this foul beast? 🤔
I must have been in Tokyo and I was at a private VIP idol event. I went to talk to one of the idols who was sitting all alone in a corner. She was a shy waifish blonde woman, who looked a little like Nonayu. Generally not my type.
I'm not sure how we got there, but I was going to help her start appearing as a solo act under the name "Girlfriend."
We hired Poppy's songwriter to do a song. By this time it was a duo with an ex-girlfriend of hers. And the unit name had changed to "Konbini Idol." The song and MV were going to be about a girl who falls in love with a convenience store clerk. One of the lines of the song was "Let me dance. Let me dance. Let me dance with you." to the tune of "Let Me Die," by Blutengel.
The dream ended with me photographing a kissing scene along the water of some harbor.