Anne Hathaway, Fantine, Les Misérables, musical, Gershwin tune, male dancers, catwoman dreams

I had a dream about this last night, even tho I didnt watch the 2012 movie, this is my first time seeing Hathaway sing it, and I ignored the golden globes last night except for checking out Hathaway on twitter in her white dress.

 I make no secret that I consider Hathaway highly attractive, having said so on tumblr & twitter last month when I posted her old desktop image from Princess/Bride/Catwoman..

In addition to this little ditty, my dream lady also sang 2 other dark Gershwin tunes (are their any?) to the accompaniment of some male dancers. I don't feel like trying to figure out which musical elements were Gershwin & which Les Mis since it is really a fragmented dream musical composition. Weird dream. Unexpected, though I suppose it should have been since I consider Hathaway the most attractive woman I looked at Sunday. We'll see if she darkens my wet dreams in the future, with her Madonna singing against the bankster aristocracy in another Gilded Age.

Tarot reading, Killer Whales, freedom, grandmother, Kentucky church, destruction, Climate Change dream

Dream diary update. I know it sounds strange to make a tarot reading in a dream, but that's they only way it happens for me nowadays. I have my decks safely tucked away in the shed. I got tired of having too many dreams about Death and The Devil to practice meditation readings anymore.

   So anyway after another tumultuous night Saturday I fell asleep between 7 pm-10:30 pm, and again from 4 AM-7 AM. As I awoke just before 7 AM this morning (Sunday), a flurry of images from the prior 10 minutes of dreamsleep assailed my consciousness. I immediately turned to my tumblr blog to write about the Hudson Bay killer whales trapped by Climate Change.

   I wrote that I believed now that they were free. The reason I didn't give on tumblr for this fancy was a series of tarot images from my dream. I saw flashes from the Waite deck; "The Sun", "The Moon", "The Stars", and "The World" in conjunction with the ending music from Happy Feet 2, "Under Pressure."

Note that all of the Pixar creatures singing in the number are either whale or orcas food. The meaning of this sequence of trumps preceding "The Stars" suggests that the whale pod are now free together. However, "The World" following "The Stars" suggests that this freedom was achieved through some agency of extinction. Possibly the pod leader, or "grandmother" as Diane Sayer referred to her, sacrificing either herself or other members of the pod for the salvation of All. I believe now that the orcas pod still exists, but that the grandmother leader may have sacrificed herself to save her family from Climate Change disaster. I suspected the same thing as I listened to Diane Sawyer's news read Thursday night, but my dream Tarot reading seemed like confirmation for my suspicians.
   After these images about Climate Change and the lost whales, Next I saw a superposition of Senators Mitch McConnell & Rand Paul together w/ a Kentucky church and the Tarot card "The Tower" reversed. I only found out later that another local church had been destroyed by Climate Change Saturday in Kentucky no doubt somewhat deservedly. KY religious Conservatives have a lot to answer for, not least of which is the actions of their Senators and their coal lobbyists in MountainTop Removal (MTR) pollution murders of children. Since Kentuckians refuse to fund either socialized health care for children or public firefighters, they are lucky no one else was consumed by flames last night. However Kentuckians do fund a lot of Conservative child rapists instead, including murderous school principals and imitation cop-rapists. Remember they are the only state to have murdered a 2010 census worker by public lynching. IMAO They are lucky not to have lost more churches last night.

Green tea, dragon, death maze, walking cane, reanimator dreams

   Dream diary update. I just had a dream where I was a God building a death maze. I floated around backwards through the maze creating death traps and playing tricks on several female deities, specifically Hestia, Sekhmet, and Astarte. After sinking the rest of the humans into slumber I re-animated a medium-sized dragon. Finally the death maze was finished. I could feel the slumbering humans and my reborn dragon rouse themselves to run the maze as I awoke.
   After I woke up I started worrying about the white peacock. Dad hurt himself walking around in the snow looking for the bird yesterday after trying to feed him a dozen times. It seems dad fell through a snow drift and ended up hanging between 2 fallen trees. Perhaps that's why I was dreaming about walking canes last night? Anyway it will take several days for dad to recover. I may be displacing worry about dad's injury on to the bird. No doubt the dragon dream is from drinking Lemon Ginseng Green tea before bed.

Guest Post: My nephew "Dirk Diddly" dreams about me mountain biking & being attacked by giant zombie Van Damme

My nephew had this dream about me this morning, shared via himachi chat log: 

[06:59:45]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
WOAH
[06:59:51]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
weird fuckin dream
[07:00:07]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
I dreamed you and I went to kroger
[07:01:03]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
while we were there, we attracted some kind of evil, we only sensed it slightly there but we all felt kinda strange
[07:05:25]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
See you had lost all the toes on one foot but were entering a mountain biking competition anyway
[07:05:34]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
and we were getting supplies
[07:05:35]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
lol
[07:06:11]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
when we got home we sat at gma's table and talked about random crap
[07:06:21]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
but suddenly you said WOAH LOOK AT THAT
[07:06:28]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
and we didn't see anything
[07:06:40]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
but then some really really odd music started playing
[07:06:49]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
and I saw kroger parking lot
[07:06:58]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
and a GIANT FUCKIN ZOMBIE was coming out of it
[07:07:21]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
they had firefighters and shit trying to stop it but it swiped em away
[07:07:36]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
and we all knew it was coming for us
[07:08:39]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
Then a virus scan window popped up in my head and demanded a bunch of shit removed
[07:08:42]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
and I woke up
[07:08:55]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
and now joe wants me to go to kroger
[07:14:48]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
I think the zombie was Jean-Claude Van Damme
[07:15:05]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
A giant zombie Jean-Claude Van Damme came after us

Dream Interpretation: In context, I had asked my nephew to look out for canned cat food on sale at Kroger for our ailing cat Sticky.  So that's probably why he was dreaming about Kroger parking lot. The "mountain biking and missing toes" dream sequence about me pertains to how when he was growing up I was a fitness nut with a revoked IL drivers license, so I mountain biked everywhere. Whenever he saw me I would be peeling off my socks and jokingly complained to him that I would probably lose some toes this time after having exercised for 3 hours and biking 24 miles to see them. It was my idea of a breaking the ice joke tradition, and it also served to remind my paraplegic nephew to be aware of his toes. The 'Van Damme' and 'viruscan' dream elements are other things that I had introduced him to while growing up.
   My own dreams lately have been interesting and peaceful. Ive had maybe 2 nights of dreaming about outer space and meteor showers, several nights of dreaming about being a forest god, and one or 2 nights as a druid high priest and a hermaphrodite. Standard stuff for me. Its actually surprising that I haven't had more dreams about fighting demons and beating the crap out of things. I usually have regular dreams about my martial arts training and boxing, but no. I will probably lose my next fight from getting soft.

Existentialist Hell, International Space Station, Mayan Doomsday, Climate Congress dreams

“That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the
good old days when we wished we were dead.”-Samuel Beckett

Most of my memorable dreams in Dec have been about arguing with 2 other people in dark enclosed spaces about oblivion, the multiverse, and the end of the world. Obviously these dreams are inspired by the play "No Exit" by Jean-Paul Sartre. Since my typical bimonthly or weekly dreams about hell usually involves feeling enormous battle fatigue and streetfighting demons, I consider Existentialist Hell to be an marked improvement. The mute third presence is usually a pretty girl. A lot of guys in my position might even consider them dreams about Paradise. Locked in a room with a beautiful girl who almost never talks back, and just one asshole I need to clobber in order to bang her for all eternity.

   An exception to this dream sequence occurred late last Tuesday night/early Wednesday morning. I had been thinking a lot about the composite light photographs from the ISS dark field observatory, the #Cop18 #Doha summit on Climate Change, Nuclear Proliferation, & other 21st century bogies such as the Mayan calendar panic. Since I passed out looking at the Light photos again I ended up dreaming about watching the end of the World from the ISS. Unlike Douglas Adams' charming "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe", all I could see and hear from the ISS was all the slaughter and destruction taking place on what had once been a bright blue ball. I watched the planet tremble and burn. The people turned to constant war and cannibalism. The seas rose up as the skies became black with smoke and tempests. I felt a wrenching and a tearing as I became trapped in a manifold of the multiverse, forever trapped in a singularity as I awoke.

Special guest post: Danny Elfman, Disability Treaty, tax havens, revolving door Congress, hot tub flush dreams

Well I have been keeping to my intended 1 post per month on the Dream Diary blog. That's because forcing myself awake to write entry details while they were fresh was causing a radical sleep deficit of 3-6 hours per night in October. Anyway I was going to write an entry this morning when my nephew beat me to it, and easily too. This is his (Dirk Diddly's) dream.
Special guest post: my Naturalist nephew, who also happens to be disabled, via chat log

[11:23:00]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
I dreamed that I had found the secret tax-free party island of corrupt U.S. politicians
[11:23:24]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
and their guards took me to a pool with Danny Elfman as lifeguard I guess
[11:23:51]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
he asked me a series of questions regarding what I thought of America and if I knew their secrets
[11:25:33]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
apparently dissatisfied with my responses they threw me into the pool and pressed a button that caused a large hole to open in the side of the pool, where I was sucked in headfirst and I believe killed somehow, tho the dream ended then so I don't really know
[11:25:47]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
kind of an unpleasant dream
[11:27:04]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
It's cuz I was listening to oingo boingo when you sent me those links about the teapublicans killing the disability rights treaty
[11:27:17]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
my brain fused it somehow
[11:27:21]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
o-o
[12:41:26]    
coo dream
[12:44:15]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
y and they were all men, it was their secret tax-free gay island paradise that us common folk aren't supposed to know about
[12:44:37]     [25.237.132.57 / 2620:9b::19ed:8439 - Dirk Diddly]
Must be where congress spends all its time instead of actually doing something

Elly Stone, French alleys, cathedral, demons, Feynman diagrams dreams

   Dream diary update. I didnt intend on making a blog entry so soon on the tails of my last entry 1 week ago. The dream I woke up w/ this morning was odd enough that I felt it required at least some remarks, though reluctantly. Instead of leaping to my diary immediately I postponed writing about it a few hours. So I won't be bothered remembering any deep details or grand thematic transformations that I know were there, since they are in almost all of my dreamsleep. I can mostly just recall the moments leading up to my awakening.
   My dream was filled with sounds, colors, and music. Intermittently throughout played the entire music soundtrack from the film "Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and Living in Paris"(1975), by Elly Stone.

A warbling Ms Stone in a low cut red evening gown was one of my major love interests for the dream. I can distinctly recall making love to her while she stood facing me singing to the back alleys of Paris.
   Much of the last part of the dream occurred in a giant cathedral space. Demons sought to distract and assault me, but they became repeatedly confused by my successful efforts at materializing multidimensional Feynman quantum diagrams before us. I was working on a key for establishing a string theorem of multiverse. I won at my efforts before they could assault me. So the demons regrouped outside the warping space I was in, shrugged, and left. Then my moving Feynman diagrams expanded between my fingertips and exploded. There was a white light all around me and I could feel the solar winds against my face once again as I awoke. It was around 5:15 AM CDT. The cats were resting on top of me and got up to be let out.
   For dream elements the French music & caterwauling lover are easily explained: I like French girls. I'm 25% French so I find I have better luck w/ dating some of them. The Stone movie is not one of my favorites, but it reminds me of fucking those punk French girls. The demons are somewhat harder to explain. Before bedtime I watched Svengoolie on MeTV w/ my visiting nephew. The flick last night was Hammer horror classic "Curse of the Werewolf" starring Oliver Reed. Reed also had had starring roles in the rock musical "Tommy" & as the adulterous priest in Ken Russel's "The Devils."

Coincidentally, my nephews is also named Tommy thanks to that movie. So I figure that watching that Oliver Reed/Hammer horror movie w/ my nephew combined w/ watching amusing Halloween demon porn clips after he left brought "The Devils" & sexy Yvonne Romain to my dream.

   The complex Feynman diagram spatial transformations are the most difficult dream elements to explain. I guess its safest just to say that I used to study that, in French, and parts of my dream were spoken entirely in French and Latin.