“This whole incident only makes sense if it’s a plot of the Yagyu Clan!”

Now that I’m back on Facebook and Twitter I never know where dump off my favorite media-nuggets of the day. I have to remember that the whole idea of this blog and my tumblr is to stop wasting my creativity on stuff that doesn’t matter. You know. Because blogging matters.

I just finished my first two Elance proposals, and I need to remind myself that positive reinforcement only works if you actually reward yourself when you’re done. With that in mind, I’m off to Jack In The Box for some of their mini churros. Hopefully they’re still open. Brb.

B. J&tB closed. “Open Late” my hairy nutsack. I admit these Safeway doughnuts are helping me forget the pain but damn, when you want a mini churro you want that lil fucker HARD. It’s like nom-ing on Satan’s fat little gluttonously engorged fingers. Alright fuck I am a bit unappetized.

So on the drive back I was thinking about (intoxicatingly delicious mini churros and) a recent episode of Mysterious Universe where Ben and Aaron get into the whole “what if you saw a new color” thought experiment. I’ve always thought this was a fairly stupid concept, falling on the “oh man so deep” spectrum somewhere between Richard Linklater’s Waking Life and the lyrics to You Get What You Give. In it’s place i’d offer this humdinger: Do your dreams feel like other people’s dreams? It’s maybe the ultimate eye-of-the-beholder-as-filter conundrum. This minipiphany struck me today in an AIM conversation with a friend who claimed he’d finally started dreaming again after a long spell of not dreaming at all (I don’t buy it) and that it was so great, because in his dreams he always gets everything he wants and all his problems are solved. Waking up is a disappointment.

Now contrastingly let me (with apologies to liberal milk) describe my dream last night as its mood is typical to my experience. I don’t remember it in too much detail, but the basic premise was that by some special chance or error I had been elected to take part in a Space Shuttle mission, and was on a solo walk. If you’ve ever read a sentence about anything I’ve written in this blog, you probably get that this means I’m in the middle of a pretty good dream. But here’s my point; I wasn’t really enjoying myself up there, I was busy being worried about everything I was doing wrong on the mission, and subtly disturbed by a good part of what I saw. The moon was definitely too small, and I was able to bounce off of it with ease. I noticed the Earth seemed wrongly smallish too as I absentmindedly floated down towards it, riding on top of the Shuttle and lazily executing a perfect emergency landing on a darkened street bordering Golden Gate Park. What had really disturbed me though was the white sheet of drywall extending infinitely in two directions out into space. No one had ever bothered to tell me about it, and seemingly the moon would collide with it soon. It left me with a shudder because the world didn’t work the way I’d always been taught, but instead of feeling betrayed by those that lied to me I felt embarrassed that I didn’t already know what was going on. It’s a bit like the IRL feeling I got the first time I saw a satellite photo of the Great Pyramid Complex and realized that Giza is so built-up it butts up right next to the pyramids. That’s why all the photos you see of the pyramids are taken from the same direction, so that they seem like they’re romantically off in the middle of the desert somewhere.

Suffice to say, even my very best dreams are filled with the unsettling and the bizarre. I wonder if everyone else’s are.

Did I mention how awesome the blood spraying in this movie is?