Saturday, August 3, 2002
06:16 p.m.

Kitty died. No more kitty.

Atilla the Hun, 5/1/94--8/3/02

Wednesday, July 31, 2002
09:25 a.m.

it's just a jump to the left....

Must get this all down before it fades. Past life dreams last night, I think, at long last.

For some reason, the first was more recent & indistinct. I was a man, fifty or over, liked kids, something like a sea captain, only not quite. Atlantic geographically, most likely east coast of North America somewhere. It was a very blustery night with choppy seas, but I rowed out to my little offshore platform/island? steadily, as if it were perfectly calm. Should have smashed my little boat up, by all rights. Moored up, very good with knots, but couldn't see how to make them from the dream. The little offshore establishment of mine was where I kept special knives & strangely shaped cutting implements. Maybe a whaler? This was a sort of hazed, blurry flashback, except for knots & knives; not sure of truth or accuracy.

The second dream was much more vivid, in every way. I was male, I think, although very gentle/effeminate(?). Hard to tell; bishounen, I guess you could say. ;) I think I was righthanded, which is why some details of the scene seemed flipped left/right on waking. At least half the time, it seemed, I was seeing myself from the outside, and I had almost exactly the same face as I have now, which was kind of a shock. I don't know if this is metaphor, or actuality. My chiton/robes/whatever I was wearing were vivid blue and green. There was someone else with me, male, thinner, and blond somehow, who was rather more excitable.

This all took place in a short but wide hallway, apparently lined with guards (?). I think a skirmish of some kind had just taken place, for some reason I'm thinking an angel was involved (I really don't know). Whatever happened, one of the guards had his left foot encased almost to the ankle in green stone, and didn't know what to do about it, so he was just standing at attention nervously. I didn't think this was right, and I was certain none of the physicians would treat him properly, so while my companion (lover?) urged me to run away while we could, I calmly got down on my knees with a mallet & chisel (was I a sculptor?) and began to carefully chisel him out of the stone.

He (my companion) was extremely nervous and didn't understand why I was doing it, and after watching for a little while he realized that there was a spear point sticking through my left shoulder. It wasn't very large, couldn't have been more than ten inches from the tip to the end of the haft, but it was a leaf blade, and stuck exactly halfway. The narrowest part of the spearhead was at the center of the wound. I think it was bronze, although that may have been blood.

I wasn't really bleeding much and it wasn't more than an ache at first, as long as I kept my mind on chiselling and didn't think about it, but the stone was quite soft and I had the guard free in little time. Then I had a flat, foot-sized block of green stone with a perfect footprint on top. I was asked what kind of stone it was, and held it up to the light. It was a lovely translucent lime green, with bursts and blooms of yellow here and there, and I was starting to go into shock.

"Chrysoprase," I answered, and then I laughed the way people do when they're in shock. "Good for the feet." I laughed a little more, & I think I put the stone down. "Now I'm going to go lie down." My companion followed me with great concern as I staggered down the hallway, tired and most definitely in shock. At the end we made a right turn, where there was a passage with a bedroom at the end of it, and a great wonderful bed. I don't remember getting that far in the dream; my shoulder was starting to really hurt. I may have fainted in the hallway, I don't know. I didn't want anyone touching that speahead; it would have been agonizing however it was removed. I have to wonder if I died in shock.

I think that dream was the most detailed and immediate because my present personality is closest to what his was. For some reason I keep thinking it was set in Rome, or Babylon, not sure which. Anyone who recognizes these lives, please notify me.

Monday, July 29, 2002
07:51 p.m.

scanlation snag

A thousand pewter ducats to the one who can tell me what the hell Nahga is supposed to be saying in the red highlighted bit there.

If it's what all the brainless translator machines are telling me, it should not be in Hiragana, nor would it make any sense. Not that I've had enough Japanese for much of it to make sense in the first place.... :P

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