I had another dream last night, wish I could remember more of it. It was something about hunting vampires.
Man do I kick ass.

No words of wisdom today

Last night was another wild night of visions, but again the dream lords have stolen them from me. Which from what little I remember is probably for the best.

Those who run the site anotherealm.com have seen fit to publish one of my works. You will find it in the flash fiction section titled "Why Me"

Today seems to be starting slow. Not much to do yet but sit back and listen to the subliminal messages sent to me, disguised as 'Men without hats' tracks.

The relaxation is slowly stealing inspiration from me. This wekend shall be one of terror as I am off to GradSchool Recruitment weekend. Its eithor this or I'll have to go back to hijacking shipments to 'linnens and things' Their government cover-ups have gone on for too long. Shower Gel my ass!!

Last night was difficult, The air was wrong and the energy patters were all off. I mus have woken up every hour in the midst of a different vision. Too bad the lords of Dream saw fit to steal them from me.
As I woke for the final time this morning I was in another vision.
I was being hunted and there were few like me. The beings hunting me wanted to stick me with a needle to steal my DNA, with it they would also take a part of my powers. I made arrangements to meet up with others of my kind. Strangely enough we ment at the elementary school I went to, but it turned out to be a trap. For there i the parking lot were three of the beings who had been chasing me. The came toward me firing their laser guns as they went. I engaged my lightsaber deflecting their shots, then charged them. They scattered.
I remember weaving in and out of the cars in the lot trying to chase them when one of them came up before me. It was a woman, dark hair wearing brownish pants and a light orange tee-shirt with another shirt over it. I began to fight her with my saber and I greatly outclassed her in skils. I easily disarmed her, but the she started in trying to grab part f me that would give her my DNA.

Thats when I woke up.

7in 7for today, fear not the fuzz patrol

Today I find my self in better mental health, what ever drugs were used on me have worn off.
I had another vision last night. I was given a sword and had to fence sme one I know in high school, josh trailer (which is kind of odd as we had very little contact in HS.) I faught well against him. My blade was a cheap cutlas I ordered from a discount sword suplier. I was able to block and strike, but the sword seemed to weigh too much. Fencing is usually sone with lighter swords, or atleast it was when I took it in college. Foils and rapiers are very light.
After fighting for a while like trading shots back and forth (I was wining, of cource) my sword was taken away and I was given my broad sword, which I purchased specifically for sword fighting. This is a heavy sword that is easier to use 2 handed. Its a solid peice of steel and fairly indestructable.
For soe reason this blade was easier for me to use than the other one and I was able to defeate my opponant easily.

To me this speaks of what seems to be the more difficult cource of action is actually the easier one. It also reminds me we must begin preparing for the up comming battles. Though we will mostly just view the fall, spill over may come our way and we should be prepared for it.

To those who know, strawberry Quick.

It is wensday or so I beleive. Its harder to think today than normal. I feel the flowing fluid of mental clouds. Thoughts come and go, a moment ahead, a monent too slow. I think my food was drugged, my dog had a funny look this morning and she was folllowing me...always following me....thats how they do it.
I need to plan...make a plan...have a plan....but the ideas won't stick. You always lose your grip when your close to the truth, but what is the truth.
I had a dream, that dream is gone, the farie fire twinkie sprites took it from me and placed it in its magic box. Yes I'll have some bagels and Lox.
Fish not for compliments, all you need to know is in the mirror realm.
Maybe I should shave my goatee, I don't want to be the evil me.

On the weekend I adore for I wore my ruby shades, and placed the shun glasses upon my face. I saw the world throgh jaded eyes. Looked again, twas no suprise.

Fat tuesday came and went, I saw no flashing boobs, no hapless rubes. The world stings like a bumble bee, one shot to you and then it dies.

Remember the light.

I had a vision this saturday, another dream of design.
I was in a hotel at a confrence of some sorts. My girlfriend was with me as well as some people who work around me. I finished up what needed to be done at the confrence and retired to me room.
It was here the dream became vivid.
I was lying in bed with my girlfriend talking about some thing or another when I realize there are more people in the bed and I mean a lot more like 5 or 6 and this bed was hughWe'e all under the sheets with them pulled up over our heads and this woman who works down the hall form me crawls up to me. For some reason she is talking to me about having an affair, but she isn't sure who. She speaks in a sugesting tone as if she kind of wants me to do it but can't ask. she reaches up and touches my arm, squeezes it to see if its firm, then gives me a note.

There is a time jump and I'm at a table trying to readthe note, but for some reason I can't understand her hand writing so my friend JKS shows up and helps me decipher the note. It is a proposal for an afair and tells me where to go. I woke up soon after that.

The odditiy of this dream is the woman in it was no one I have ever concidered for any sort of affair. Its not that she isn't good looking but just not my speed. My only though is that this was actually her dream and I was entering into it. MY girlfriend came too as she was sleeping next to me at the time and my psychic powers must have pulled her along for the ride.

This sort of breach in the psychic dream barriers is proof of the world beginning to colapse. All you of mental strength be warry of your power, it will be our down fall.

Friday the 13th
Today is a popular misconception. The number 13 had long been thoguht of as an unlucky number due to Jesus being the 13th member of his party. His death being on a friday put signifigance between the two entities.
What is not popularly known is this is the day when the spirit realm and living realm are furthest apart. Nothing truly bad can happen on this day at least to those who know. People can make bad things happen to them selves at any time.

Today I had a recconing. a vision came to me then night before last that I was unable to share until now.
In my side life I play video games as part of a training program to help me understand the minds of those around me, gague their reactions and responces. It will be usefull informatin when the world falls to me. That said.
I have a friend (Rhon-Ti) in one of the games I play. she came to me in a dream.
In this dream I was in my appartment (but i don't live in an apartment). there was a knock at my door and with out me going to get it I heard a voice in the room. It was my friend talkig to me. She spoke to me for a few minuites before I saw her, it was like she was speaking from the air. She told me her name was Nancy Duligan. (this is a name I have never heard before but I feel it will be signifigant in the time to come) She told me a few more things about her self, before I tooked up to see her. She was like no one I know, black brown hair straight and shoulder length, a roundish face and plump but well formed body. She was wereing a short dress of a greenish hue but full of flowery like designs over it, trim in a white sort of lace. She had jeans on under the dress.
I asker her if she would like me to give her a tour of connecticut. she said she would and began to list of places she wanted to see, like the bronyx and parts of brooklyand. These places are in NYC not CT. In any case we packed up some day bags, big bags with a few changes of clothes and got onto a bus which was going to take us on this tour.
After a while the buss stoped and let us off to see the sites which was more like a slummy street corner. Nancy then began to insult the driver and talk a lot fo trash. After which he refused to let her back onto the buss, even with me pleading with him to do so. The dream ended about there.
The strange thing is I had spoken to this girl a few days earlier and she had told me she was actually a man pretending to be a girl in the game. Very odd. Especially since I was doing the same thing.

The word for the day is trousers.

Last night was long and restless. Around midnight I awoke to the sound of a gas leak, it was for all intentional purposes oderless, which can be fortunate. I was able to plug the leak and get back to bed without too much trouble. I'm not sure if this was a diliberate attempt to silence me, or just faulty piping.

What news there is to report.
My morning excercise routine was disrupted due to an increasing amount of feminine persuasion. I caught more than one look in my direction and I don't think it was my buldging bicepts that brought this undue attention. The enemy is crafty and sends it spies in all shapes and forms, even short haired blonds with thigh master crushing legs and curley brunets so top heavy feature film quality recording devices could be hidden there with room to spare.
I shall not be fooled by cat like form, nor amplye breast, or supple ass. I know the dammage she-devils can cause. Though I fear them not I am weary of their glares.

For those that are listening, pickle all but their pumpkin pie.

Its monday again, I haven't been able to reach a computer until now. Agents were at my home and I was forced to sleep under my car. Its a good thing I keep a spare blanked under there for just such an emergency. I would sugest anyone on the Government's most wanted lists do the same.

I had other visions saturday night.
I saw an old romance of mine. We came together in a physical fashion of spiced cider kisses and apple tart hands. I could feel her need for more, but she pulled back and told me she had to go. She was only wearing black denim overalls and a yellow shirt. The shirt attached around her neck and tucked into the pants. From the sides her comic book large brests were entirly visable, the tight fitting yelow cloth barly covering the nipple area. the shirt was also odd in that I'm not entirly sure it was cloth, it seems to have a plastic rigidity to it and may have been armor of some sorts. Eithor way this was the second dream of yellow clothing. I have a feeling when they, the royal They, come they will be wearing yellow, so beware all those in the dandylion color.

Today I can see the sun peering out from cloudcover day. There is a slight breeze and an unnatural feel in the air. It forshadows a recconing, which is way past due.
We are now 5 nights from activation.

Situation is flashlight!

These rules were supplied to me by the government agency for the above questions. I'm thinking its the FBI they enjoy their little rules.

RULES:
1 - Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed. Or send an e-mail to rykit@excite.com (When you cut and paste this into your own blog, substitute your e-mail address!)
2 - I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 - You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 - You'll include this explanation.
5 - You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

If anyone is prepared for the above terror, all you have to do is ask.

Today horror happened I was sent the following questions from a writer at
http://www.impossibledream.blogspot.com/ It appears government agencies have detected this transmission and are attempting to do RECON on me. They will find them selves in the lion's den.

1. What do you have and what do you want? Be as descriptive as possible for all aspects of your life.

In no particular order. I have stuff: a house, car, electronic wizzbangers up the wazzu, An extensive action figure and comic collection, an impressive amount of edged weapons.
I have love. I have friends. I have a very hyper little dog.
I have health. I have strength of body and mind. I have looks that can take a woman's breath away. I have an increadible Ego and sence of self worth. I have mystical powers and influnce abilities that often appear to be beyond reality. I have extensive bedroom prowise.
I could go on and on.

What I want, this often changes from day to day, but I always seem to want something. To me thats what is really important. If you have all you want, then life is over monotamy has set in. I love all that I am and have and I pretty much want the same only beter.
Currently the big goals are for more education and a better job.

2. You had mentioned to me that at one time you had wanted to be a monk. What made you choose to become a scientist instead and do you feel that you've lost any spirituality in your decision?

lol, I mentioned to you at one time, as in 5 minuites before you wrote this.
For me there is no discrepency between the monk and the scientist. Science is a job, monk is a state of mind. For me to be there is to give up all self wants in life and become pure intelect. To put aside love, friends, posessions, family, I would live only for knowlege and using the knowlege to make the world a better place. I have felt this power within me, but I still fear its use.
I possess a lot of spirituality. I have use of mystical powers. I have seen spirits or ghosts. I speak with spirits from time to time as well and they talk back.
As far as religion I possess none, brought up congregationalist, gave it up in junior high when I found it did nothing for me. Later I realized I just didn't need it. I'd classify myself as athist or humanist now with a bit of pagan thrown in there.


3. If you could have all the answers from the opposite sex, what questions would you ask?

LOL, Actually I do have all the answers. I realize this seems like I am avoiding the question, but people are very easy to figure out. Women are no harder than men. Every action in life has some sort of logic to it. Most people are too caught up in their own logic to see beyond it; hence all the confusion betwen the sexes.

4. Congratulations! You've been elected President. What do you do with your new found power and position?

President is tough, since there are so many checks and balances set up in our system. Any action I want to take has to go through a lot of layers. In any case: (this is going to be long)
I would work to promote what I call american rights.
Freedom of religion: I would work to remove all government sponcered religion, shoot down any bills that procliam this is a christian nation, remove under god from the pledge and in god we trust from the currency.
The government would no longer sponcer marrage, there would only be benefits given to domestic partners. Amount of bennefits would be assigned on the time the people were sharing reasources (house food ect) and the number of people sharing. Marrage in the traditional sence would be left up to the churches.
Abortion would be a non issue. Women should have the right to choose.
Capitol punishment would be brought back.
Most illegal drugs would be legalized and highly regulated. Licences would be required for their production and sale (exemptions for personal use products). People caught producing or selling without a licencewould face strict punishment.

Changes would be made to the legal system, making it more streamlined. There are too many court cases on nonsence issues. Most misdermenaer offences would be done away with as well as a lot of traffic laws.

Promotional tours of "american values" would begin. These wouldn't be preaching uncle sam and apple pie, they would be about what it means to be an american and understand what the constitution means. America is not a Me country, its an us country a togetherness country. That dosen't mean we all get the same or have to want the same things. It means you're different then me and I put up with it. You say things I don't like or don't agree with and I sit back and smile and wait for my turn to speak.

there is probably a lot more but its early and my rant keeps breaking up.
I'd do more with the environment, federal funded science programs, and space exploration too.

5. You've been granted 10 minutes with the deity of your choice. Who is it and how do you spend your time?

My only real deity is me, and I get to spend a lot of time with him.

Well I don't know if I've answered your questions in the manner in which you've wished. for explinations on any of these answers or follow up questions send mail to rykit@excite.com .

And for all my readers, beware the trechary of government agencies. they are every where, watching.....

Well its starting already. The dreams have returned.

It was night, rain falling, at my house but not my house. I remmeber loking out into the drive at a street light and the drops of water illuminated as they paraded through the lit zone. I closed the door and locked it. The lock was a brass turn knob style. I steped back from the door way through a small vestibule and into the living room. The house was dark, I beleive the power was out. I was going to my room, and thought I knew exactly what it looked like it was not my room. Before me some one appeared out of the darkness. A beautiful movie starlet figure, wearing a silken neglige. It was yellow with a floral pattern on it and had a matching pair of panties, thought I couldn't see them. She was no one I knew by face, but I knew her for someone I went to high school with. Melissa Feldman was her name. She didn't say her name now. She only asked me to come with her.
We went back to her room, which was also in my house. I knew she had a boyfriend or husband and said something expressing my hesitation. She drew me to her and told me not to worry. Then we were on her bed. A small lamp brough light to the room.

I could feel the silkiness of her cloth beneth my fingers. I moved to kiss her and all went to slow motion. I felt the urgent desire to take her in passionate oral embrace, but at the same time there was a reservatrion about being too forward, too feral. As I kissed her I simply stuck my tounge into her moouth, not moving it at all. Possibly the strangest kiss I've ever done. She didn't complain. I moved on kising down the side of her neck and over her smooth yellow protective skin. My hands came up under it, making contact with her under garmet, and slowly removing it from her.

At this point there was noise from outside. We got up from the bed and went to the window. Outside there was a black pickup truck with red, yellow, white racing stripes down the sides of it. It was parked directly under the street light. She said it was her husband/boyfriend and pushed my out of the room. I crossed through a large empty living room and entered my room.

As I said before the room wasn't mine. There were double beds there and my room mate was there. He seemd to be of a cross between asian and american origin and was no one I have ever seen before. We spoke in hushed tones and could hear the boyfriend comming in, posibly drunk and yelling.

His yelling got louder, acusing her of being a slut or something of that nature. Then there was the sound of him striking her. Again and again and her please for him to stop. I remember her saying, "Please some one will hear." At this time I felt a rage whell up within me. I drew from the wall a sword. The blade was the lord of the rings sword for arowyn, I don't actualy own this sword.

I turned and the door opened. It was the boyfriend. He glared at me, but i didn't feel he knew that I had been with his girl. "What are you planning to stick me with that?" He spoke in more of a snarl. From his back, his right hand drew out a buck knife and throws it at me.

Everything goes slow again. I can see the knife comming at me, but I have no fear. I know I can deflect it with the sword if I want to. Instead I stand and it flyes wide past my head. I look at him and I can feel his fear now. I also know I hold his life, the power is within me and I let it out. I have always been able to feel the essence of distruction, the pure ability to destroy.

I move toward him to strike him down and all goes slow again. I see her behind him, the look of terror on his face, and I begin to run the numbers. Will the sword complete its arc without striking and sticking into the door way, should I stab him in the throat, or may a left side rising angular cut. Kill him in one blow or punish him in smaller cuts first or until I can manuver him to a place where I can strike better.

At this point I wake up in a cold sweat. Its 2 am.

The worlds may be coliding faster than I orgionally fugired. If this continues I will have to move up the date.

Some people ask what are dreams? There are many books on them, studies, papers. Some people add meaning to each vision, some people just figure a cigar is a cigar. The odd thing about my dreams is there are never people I know. They may retain the names of people, but they differ in mind, body, and action. My dreams are as real as any experience I have had. As many, I have often wondered which world is the real one.

Today I began an online journal, since the world will come to an end feb 12, 2006 it seemed like it would be a good idea to track the progress of degredation.
I will be your host in this ongoing journey.
So unfortunatly for you the only changes I can track are those I personally observe. Since I'm not sure exactly what will and will not be signifigant, all possibilities will be included.

Today the sky is grey and free from birds, a light wind stirrs the leafless branches of the trees. There is an unnatural chill in the climate controled atmosphere of my office. It speaks to me from beyond. Watch for the signs it says, they shall come in 3's.

On a side note I did see both the Blonds who work down the hall from me. It was like a liquid sunshine you're never allowed to drink...but that sounds kind of like urin.......