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06 February 2009 @ 11:46 am


Your result for The LONG Scientific Personality Test...

ENFP - The Champion

You scored 82% I to E, 37% N to S, 5% F to T, and 63% J to P!

Your type is known as the Champion type, which is part of the larger group called idealists. Nothing occurs that does not have some deep and ethical significance in your eyes. You see life as an exciting drama. You are very charismatic, yet tend to be too harsh on yourself for not being as genuine as you think you should be. 3% of the population shares your type.

As a romantic partner, you need to talk about what is going on in your life. You are a strong supporter for your partner's efforts to grow and change and be happy. You need to feel that same support from your partner. Expressive, optimistic, and curious, you are eager to enjoy new experiences with your partner, whom you wish to be your confidant and soul mate, as well as play mate. You are uncomfortable sharing negative emotion, though, and tend to withdraw from confrontation and process your feelings privately. You feel most loved when your partner appreciates your creativity, accepts your uniqueness, and sees you as the compassionate person you are. You need to hear your partner tell you how much you mean to them and would love if they did thoughtful spontaneous things to demonstrate it.

Your group summary: idealists (NF)

Your type summary: ENFP

 


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cid_hildas
04 December 2008 @ 06:07 pm

Why on earth did I take Music 370? What the fuck was I thinking. Probably that I wanted to get up to 12 units or whatever... but shit this class is boring.  So lets see what sort of creative writing I can come up with at this very second.

 

The moon rose high into the sky, throwing its radiance over the landscape for as far as the eye could see. The sky was starless. It was also cloudless. Just three days ago the stars vanished from the sky. Where they'd gone was a topic of much discussion. A Sign of the End Times. The world lay on the brink of hysteria, twitching with the anticipation of chaos unbounded. Hundreds of Thousands, if not millions had stopped going to work, school, and whatever mundane things it was they'd done before the Stars had up and gone away on their vacation.
A Special News report flashed across the screen of every TV in the World. The Hubble Telescope was being used to image the lack luster heavens. The Stars were still there. Invisible to the world at large. The cause, a single shining point around the Solar system. A Shell rather. Covering the entire planetary system within it's protective barrier. Panic finally broke out. Wars like none had ever seen. Not between countries, but between families, neighbors, streets, cities. The Carnage did not let up for seven starless nights. The World of man had been unmade in just under two weeks.
Beyond the barrier. Two voices spoke. "Remove the Quarantine. The Ravagers are extinct." 
Like that, the stars shone again, down upon a world ravaged beyond compare. And so in the End, a New Beginning was found. The Beginning of The Prophesied Peace on Earth.
 

Huh. That was interesting. 
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cid_hildas
07 September 2008 @ 01:31 pm

So the last few days have been kind of hard for me. When I got home from rehearsal on Thursday night I got a call from my mom about our dog Nuriko. It turned out that her leg condition had been getting a lot worse over the week and that she'd lost all bladder control and was peeing on her legs that wouldn't work. So my mom took her to the Vet earlier in that day and had some blood work done. The hope was that if the problem was being caused by some sort of bacterial infection that we could cure the problem with some Antibiotics and could move on with our happy little lives. But that seemed like a long shot. My mom was crying on the phone and I spent the better part of the night crying myself. 

Fast forward to Friday, I spend the entirety of the day waiting for a phone call to see if there's an infection or if I have to put my dog to sleep. Needless to say I spent the day quite on edge and near the verge of tears. At about 3pm my mom calls and tells me it's not a bacterial infection. I start preparing for the worst. Because no matter what some people say, pets are members of the family. It was like I was going to most likely have to kill someone I cared about to make their suffering stop. I spent the night at Jon and Dani's as I didn't want to be left alone to my crying. 

Saturday I talk to my mom and she says "Well maybe we don't have to. The doctor says (Insert various things)". Long and the short of it was maybe we just wait it out, see if her legs were gonna get better and maybe things would work out on the bladder control level. But we both seemed very down about it all. So I finally get back to SSF and there's high emotions and what not. I call Sandra to get some information on dog incontinence and emergency pet places I can take Nuriko to get a second opinion. I go buy the smallest baby diapers I can find. Then this morning my mom just seemed to change her stance on everything, she'd been researching information on the medication Nuriko is on and that things might even out in a few weeks.
 

So that's that. We're not putting my dog to sleep. We're gonna wait and watch, and I think everything will be okay. I just want to say thank you to everyone who gave me support these last few days and that I'm sorry to everyone else if I seemed a bit distant.
 

 
 
cid_hildas
07 July 2008 @ 04:18 pm
So the 4th of July lead me to a very interesting situation.
It's around 10pm on The Fourth of July and I've just realized that I don't have any gas in my car and the gas stations in Bodega Bay are closed. I call Jon and ask if I can come back over to his place for the night. He agrees and I'm on my way back to his pad in just a couple of minutes (I stopped first to make a phone call to my Roommate John [yes I know, it gets confusing with the names] to let him know I wouldn't be coming back to the Bureau for the night.

Fate seems to be playing interesting timing on me these days. For example when we were driving back from the gig we had in Yountville we perfectly drove up to the Petaluma fairgrounds in time to see the Finale of their Fireworks show. Good times! But back to the story at hand.

The Drive is only about 5 minutes or less from the Gas station to Jon's place. So I'm going along at a moderate pace, not wanting to waste the last fumes in my car (so that I can get back to the gas station in the morning). When I'm coming around this curve thinking about nothing in particular, noticing the car coming in the other direction as from out of no where jumps a Deer at the very last possible moment. I hit it dead center in the body, it's head jerking towards the driver-side as the force of the collision takes it flying off towards the side of the road. I begin screaming. I continue to scream until I get to a turn out just a few yards away where I sit for the next few minutes to calm my nerves and get the steadiness to drive again.

As I continue the drive, now shaken (not stirred) I notice that I still have two functioning head lights. That's good I think to myself. I pull up to Jon's and shakily step from the car and wander towards the front to examine the damage. The Car is fine. I stare in shock for a moment. The only visible damage is to the license plate which has bent slightly under the car. Holy shit, I think to myself.

I spent the better part of the next hour just in shock from the whole ordeal. Dani and Chris went to go survey the Deer (see if it was still there, and blocking the road). The deer had apparently been killed on impact (I'm guessing its neck was snapped in.)

So in closing, My car has a new Title attached to it's name:
Balamb "Invincible Deer Hunter"

Xander - 1, Deer - 0
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cid_hildas
08 April 2008 @ 11:33 pm





The Eyes

By Cid Hildas

I've got the Eyes
They drag you into them
See you deep down
Seeing a Future that could be
But
Won't be

They pull you apart
Open access through the windows
leaving them ajar
wide open
It's freezing.
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Current Location: The Bureau
Current Music: Breakaway
 
 
cid_hildas
16 March 2008 @ 11:55 am
Sigh  
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I 'm a creep
I 'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out again
She's running out
She run, run, run run
Run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here.
 
 
Current Location: The Bureau
Current Music: Creep
 
 
cid_hildas
29 February 2008 @ 07:22 pm
So it's finally come to pass. The sickness that will take down the arts at Sonoma State University has finally arrived, and it's a Bitch. I'm currently covered in many layers of clothing due to my feeling that I'm constantly cold. But I'm also sweating. It's driving me nuts.

Not only that, we're moving this weekend. Grr. Argh. I'm in love with the house, newly titled "The Bureau". It's a house. A house! Complete with Garage, living room, front yard, back yard. All the fixings of adult living! Only problem is there's so much drama surrounding the moving into of the house that I'm not sure I'll be able to deal with it while in this head swim-y state.

First off, Zorg wants to move in tonight. I can't do that, but he's only got the UHaul for tonight. So blargh. I think what I'm going to do is just rent my own, because I've got a fuck ton of crap here at the apartment. So I have to figure out how to rent a UHaul when I'm not yet of age to drive one. Guess I'll have to talk to Ekans about that.

Secondly, I don't think Lexiano was too pleased with the whole situation. He didn't seem nearly as enthused about the house as the rest of us. I hope I'm wrong. I'd hate for him to be unhappy there.

Then we have the current place to deal with. We may have to pay for another month of renting the place, while not living in it... Ekans and I had a talk about it earlier, but my brain was too fried to really understand everything that he said.

So to top it all off, I've got West Side Story all tomorrow, followed by trying to figure out how the hell to move everything I own with none of it currently being packed.

Gee this'll be a relaxing weekend.

Y ésa es la palabra
 
 
Current Mood: failed stam + resistance roll
 
 
cid_hildas
23 February 2008 @ 08:54 pm
Okay. So this is a little strange, a little funny and a little disheartening.

Today I was taking place in the NATS Scholarship Competition at school. NATS stands for National Association of Teachers of Singing. Or something like that. In any case my voice teacher had suggested that I go ahead and take part in it, as most of our voice teachers did with their students. So I sign up and decide to sing an Italian Piece "Se Florinda e Fedelle" and "The Sky Above the Roof" by Raif Vaughn Williams. Good songs. I like them, and I'm told they sound good in my range.

So last Fridays voice lesson (the 15th of February) comes along and my Chris F (voice Teacher) lets me know that I'm the only person in my division. Now the divisions are set up by age (mine happened to be 23 - 29). So I'm sitting there thinking 'Huh... looks like I'll have a really good shot at winning the prize money.' I mean, not to be all conceited but I figured in a category of just me, I could take first place.  So yeah, I go about my week after that, and I have my coaching with Yvonne. Turns out they can withhold prize money from people if they don't find that anyone in the category is worth giving money to. So I start to feel like my chances are lessened.

So today was the competition (as previously mentioned). I got to school real nice and early, warmed my voice up, ran through my songs a few times and even went through them with Chris F. He smiles at me and says that I'm doing a really good job, that my voice is spinning in all the right ways and that everything is g double o d good. So my confidence levels start to rise.

I get into Warren Auditorium and I'm the first person to sing. Everything is sounding great... until I fuck up a line in the Italian piece. Sigh. But Chris tells me that I've done an awesome Job and that he'd be surprised if I didn't get the scholarship money. So I spend the rest of the day fretting about it, all throughout West Side Story rehearsals. So during a two hour break I get the call from Chris F.

 I placed Second.

In a Category of One.

Guess I surprised Chris.

I'm not bitter about this though. It was a good experience and I'll do better next time. At least I can walk away from this proudly saying that I am Truly Second to None.
 
 
Current Location: Home.
Current Mood: Lawling
Current Music: The Sky above the Roof
 
 
cid_hildas
18 January 2008 @ 02:39 am
Who the fuck am I? I mean seriously! LOL.
Can someone please let me in, cause I'm breaking my misconceptions about me lately.

2008 is Great.
 
 
Current Mood: happy
 
 
cid_hildas
14 January 2008 @ 08:04 pm
Hey all,
Okay so I just want everyone to know that I'm done with the emo rants. (In a creepy old lady voice) This Journal is Clean (ala poltergeist flics). Right now I'm sitting in my Ropo house just enjoying the calm.

My buddy Christopher came and stayed up here with me this weekend and really helped me by just being himself. He wasn't focused on the break up hell he didn't really bring it up unless I did. Which wasn't often.

I re-watched Reefer Madness: The Movie Musical and remembered why I love it so much. Kelly Keys and Nick Cooper came over and watched it with us. I needs to get me a copy of that thing so I can enjoy some MJ and watch it from a far simpler perspective. The following day we just smoked and enjoyed TV and kickin it in the apartment until the Coterie came over and we did my Cult of the Illuminated (Exalted) game. That was fun, but I was a little slow if ya know what I mean. I hope I didn't fuck up hehe.   Saturday was even better. We woke up hella late and watched A Home at the End of the World with Colin Feral. Never seen it before but holy crap thats a good movie. Mental note, need to see that again.

After that we went to Dave and Bonnies where we played Taboo and then the four of us played around in Target for an hour before Christopher and I went off gay-ly forward to Guerneville and hit up the Rainbow Cattle Co. where we had a few drinks and just took in the local color. By which of course I mean a local lesbian freaking out and trying to gouge some guys eyes out. Fun times. We eventually went across the street to the other club (whose name I can never remember) and danced our asses off for about an hour before closing time.

I really need to remember to go to clubs earlier.

Upon arriving home I managed to alienate Cody and his new potential boy "Crash".  Crash who will be staying with us for a week so we can see if he'd be a good potential roommate for when we move out of this place in like 6 months or so.

Y ésa es la palabra
 
 
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cid_hildas
09 January 2008 @ 12:47 am
It's all over.
My relationship with Pete has finally come to an end. I've known things have been on their way out for a while, but I've always liked to deny the fact. Last night I broke it off with him. Why? Maybe my reasons were petty. Maybe they weren't. But I'd finally had enough, and I feel like shit about it. When it happened, I felt nothing. I was somewhat angry at him for basically knowing what was coming and yet trying to put it off and not even attempting to try to fix it. Part of me wanted him to fix it.

But then again that was the problem with us wasn't it? He'd always sit there and let me do all the fixing. I was running the show, always trying to come up with solutions to problems that had been there from the start. I changed a lot for that man. More than anyone rightly should with the amount of non-changing he did. Well that's a little childish of me, he did change, just not so greatly.

The last two weeks and six days had been a perfect Microcosm of everything that had been building to this inevitable end. Suddenly departing for Mexico and not telling me the depart date until the morning of. Not getting in any shape of contact with me for the first entire week of that trip, which included Christmas for Christ's sake. Then when he did get in touch with me, he knew I was pissed. What did he say in response? "There's always people around me, I don't have any private time" meaning of course, that he couldn't be caught e-mailing his boyfriend. Because what if, horror of horrors, someone found out he was gay? Then more secrets, never telling me when he was going to return, or telling me anything about his trip, where he was going to be, until after the fact. I didn't even learn he'd be coming home till the morning of his return.

When I finally heard from him today my heart clenched up into this little ball of doubt, fear and pain. I didn't know if I was going to be able to go through with it. Breaking up with him that is. But I knew I had to. You know what didn't help him in the end? The fact that he tried to put off meeting me for another day. I'm sorry folks, but if I've been gone for several weeks what's the first thing on my mind when I get home? See my beloved. Not so much with him. So I told him over the phone (because he wouldn't meet me, and I couldn't take it anymore). He didn't even respond. Just hung up. I have no clue as to what he thought, no "Please no!" no "I'm sorry, I love you!" Nothing.

It's not like times were always bad. I can remember the good times, there was a reason I claimed him as my boyfriend back those years ago. He was supportive. He was charismatic. He was everything I wanted in a man. He was the one who was there for me when my Grandma died. He was there in my decision to move North, even finding a job there.

But the good didn't out weigh the bad. He's lied to me about simple things. His age for instance. He told me he was 26 when we first met, two full years younger than what he actually was. Who lies about their age? Someone who probably lies about everything else.

So I guess what I'm saying is, right now I hurt. But soon, I'll be better. Better off with out him, better off because he won't hold me back from being happy.

/rant

Sorry bout that. Needed venting.

Day 1 of Finding my New Year of Happiness.
 
 
cid_hildas
Hey all,
Man... 2007 sucked. Hard. I really hated that damned year as some of you may have caught onto at this point. Now I know most of you are saying that "What? A year can't be bad just based upon it's calender year! That's ridiculous!". True as that may be, I'm glad 2007 is dead and gone. Here are some of my "Highlights" of that year.

  • Firstly, my mom was diagnosed with Cancer. That's always a good one.
  • The When she was taken to to have the damned thing removed she had a heart attack on the Operating table.
  • She had to spend the next week being observed in the hospital, and was finally given a good clean bill on hear heart. Meaning Kaiser botched and had given her the heart attack (turns out a combination of the antacid they gave her + the knockout gas has like a less than 1% chance of doing that in certain people).
  • Then we'll go into the fact that she's been on Chemotherapy and Radiation ever since. Turns out her last Radiation was on Dec 31st. Hmm...
  • My boyfriend and I have had a pretty bad year. Nuff said..
  • My nephew got thrown in Jail in November, causing much anguish amongst our family
  • I had the worst fall semester I've ever had. EVER. I'm really afraid to check that grade list.
  • Some of the worst nightmares I've had came out of that year. See: The one where I woke up screaming (entry somewhere below).
  • My mom's roommate had to go under the knife several times for arm issues and stuff. Not to mention it seems like she's been getting sicker with her chronic fatigue.
  • I ain't gots no money. That kinda sucked heh.
 Now I know, there are lot worse things in the world. I've just kinda felt emo and crappy the last month of 2007, and 2008 is really starting to feel a lot better.

Also my NYE and The first was awesome. [info]darkshifter, Vogue, Tallwhiteboy and I went to The DNA Lounge where they hold Bootie once a month. It's a mash up club (I may have mentioned it before). Anywho we went there pretty late into the night (10:30 - 11ish). So much fun was had by all. We danced, drank and delighted in the new year. The music was awesome and we got some free CDs out of it (left that at TWBs). Afterwards we walked from Harrison, to Castro due to us not realizing the underground muni would still be open and that the Buses for some reason wouldn't be. *shrug* My feet were killing me but whatever. We met some nutty characters that night lawl.

Next day we went all over the city. Had Coffee in the Castro, lunch in Soma, had a mid afternoon nap and saw Enchanted in the evening. I'm really paraphrasing the day down. We were up at 10 and didn't leave the city till nearly 10p. To know the city, is to Love it.

My new years resolution: Be happier. Whatever it takes.
Now I'm going to leave that really wide open. I'm not going to be irresponsible and stupid. I'm going to try and find good ways to make myself happier. So hopefully we'll see some interesting stuff come out of this year.

Love you all
 
 
Current Location: The year of 2008
Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Bootie mash ups.
 
 
cid_hildas
27 December 2007 @ 03:17 pm
Being a Libra.
I hate and love it. Heh, even that statement is typical Libra bullshit.
It's like I can't just make up my mind to do one thing. If I'm angry, I can't just be angry. I have to look at all the freaking sides of it, no matter how hard I try not to. If I think that I want to do something that might hurt someone else I stutter and stop, or after the fact I feel like a real jerk for doing something that I think I need to do!

It's very frustrating. I want to be vengeful, but I'm too damned kind hearted. Ugh. Damned Libra. Maybe that's why I get hurt all the time? I let myself become a doormat when I should be standing, fighting, walking away. Sigh. I want 2007 to be over so I can try and make a new start of everything.

Pardon me while I emo out.

lawl
 
 
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cid_hildas
10 December 2007 @ 06:24 pm
 
 
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cid_hildas
15 October 2007 @ 11:02 am
What an awesome weekend I had. 
Friday night I got together with the usual crowd and did the roleplaying thing. Didn't get home to my moms till nearly 5am. Good times though, slept in till about 1:30p and watched Legally Blond The Musical. I hadn't expected anything good to come from it, but it was mildly amusing, I think my favorite song was the "Is he Gay or European" bit. Then [info]darkshifter came over and we chatted, chilled and watched more of Wonderfalls which makes me teh happy. Then again I only have one episode left. Curse you Fox! CURSE YOU!!!!!

Ahem. Anywho... we had a pleasant dinner with mi madre y Jan. Then, the best part of the evening... Bootie. So cool. It was a nice mix of hetero and homo. The music was awesome, I'd never really heard of a club that did mash-ups. It was cool, like people were just chillin', drinkin' and head-bangin' (my sore neck doesn't think that was so awesome but whatever). After we had some DRANKS, we just spent the night dancing to the random music and having a gay ol' time in a room with lots of straighties. I was so surprised at the number of gays, but as TWB points out, since its only once a month it's an event that draws in people from all over. We left at around 2a, not realizing the club was an after hours club. It took us nearly 30 minutes to get a cab, and even then we had to split into groups. Ate at Orphan Andies where some drama was had, but not much. Good food, good times (reminder: I owe DS 11$)

Woke up early Sunday, had coffee and bagels with TWS, DS and Matt. Went back to my moms place and had a nap lol. Then met up with Mister Christopher, who I hadn't seen in well over a year. Spent the day just hanging out and watching TV, talking about life and wonderful. Ended up eating dinner at my Sisters, then chilled sum more, had a good ol' night cap o' starbucks. Then drove to Marin and played more wonderfull RPGs. Then came home late and woke up early for class.... sooooo glad I didn't have dictation this morning.
 
 
cid_hildas
03 October 2007 @ 10:22 am
So I know it's already Wednesday and all, but I can tell it's going to be a veeeery long week. Not long enough though I fear.  Where shall I start?

Well lets see I quit my Job on Monday (last day w00t), and that was nice and all... but... I didn't get off work till 9pm and had a Test the following morning that I really should have spent all night at the library studying for. So of course I didn't go to class knowing I'd fail 100% of it (listening exams are really hard to guess on... when you haven't heard any of the music). So whatever, I decided to try and be semi-productive and work on putting music in binders and catching up on learning my rep stuff. Turns out I have a crap ton of songs to learn... like really soon. Here's the list:
  • "Paper Moon" (for Private Voice)
  • "To the Sky" (Private Voice)
  • "Pretty Women" (For a friends Directing Class)
  • "We'll go Away Together" (Musical Theater Workshop)
  • "Agony" (Musical Theater Workshop)
  • "This is the song that goes like this" (Musical Theater Workshop)
  • "Officer Krupke" (West Side Story)
  • And the rest of the West Side Story music.
So... yeah. Then there's the utter wackiness of Yesterday. I got a call from my roomy Ryan informing me that our landlady had been over about the moldy couch again. But this time it wasn't so much a request to move it as a demand... and should we not comply we'd have to move the hell out. Yeah... time limit? By the end of the day. So... I freaked out. I left school a few minutes early to go talk to the land lady and figure out what I could do to make the situation less dire. Yeah... I essentially went into social manipulation mode (thanks V!) and talked the lady into letting us throw part of it away in the dumpster and worked on building an intimacy with me. So I made plans to have Nickson bring over his truck to help us move it somewhere. I didn't really have an idea as to where... and didn't have time to really think about it as I had to rush off to get dinner and to WSS rehearsals. That lasted till 10p, then I grabbed Nickson and got back to the apartment ... where we preceded to deal with the foul ass couch. Cody, Ryan and I loaded it into the truck (I didn't think Nickson should have to do the work as he was doing us a favor already). So... we drive over to Safeway and attempt to leave it by the garbage... and nearly get caught. In the end we just dump it near a Goodwill box and drive off...

Now I have the rest of the week to attempt to prepare for the weekend whilst writing a paper, cleaning the apartment, doing the laundry, redecorate the place... I think I can't wait to get Drunk.
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cid_hildas
24 September 2007 @ 11:53 am
ZOMG!
I <3 teh Buffy Musical as you all well know. But! I went and saw a Rocky Horror Picture Show style, live Sing-a-long! Soooo good. I'm very pleased by the way it went. Instead of just showing us the 50 minute episode they managed to stretch the event to nearly two hours in length. There was Buffy Trivia, a Karaoke portion, not only with singing but filling in dialog for whatever scene it was they were showing. There were a few strange things about the evening though. The first and foremost on my mind was the strange 16 year old that was dressed up as Spike and running around the aisles during Spikes songs, and like grabbing random women to sing with him. Did I mention he wasn't part of the show? Yeah...

The second strange thing/complaint was the damned group of people on our side of the auditorium. None of them were singing! At a Sing-a-long! Why buy tickets to it if all you're going to do is sit there and not interact. Laaaame.

Bought buttons and poster.

So happy.


SHUT UP DAWN!
 
 
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cid_hildas
09 June 2007 @ 11:49 pm
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07 June 2007 @ 11:30 pm
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cid_hildas
22 April 2007 @ 04:15 am
    I'm standing at the doorway to my moms balcony in her living room. It's raining outside and well after dark. The rain is coming down heavily outside, and I can't see beyond it to the balcony. I'm not really thinking of anything in particular just about Jan (my moms room-mate) and how she's downstairs writing or drawing, as she needs to get the thoughts out of her head and onto paper. I turn because I hear the one of the doors downstairs close, the sound of running water preceded it. Must have been the bathroom door. During my turn I'm aware of my Moms bedroom, I can't see into it, but I know it's dark as there's no light coming from it. I don't want to be in there. I hear the footsteps coming up the stairs and see these very large gaps between railing by the stairway.
    As I notice that, I see Jan's head pop up between the banisters and start pull herself up through the gaps. I kinda think it's funny at first, Jan doing that to just amuse me. But then she comes through all the way upstairs and her arms are pressed tight together and in front of her, she's in a very strange crawling position, her legs down and out slightly. She comes skittering at me with inhuman speed. As she comes at me I scream "Stop using the faces of people I love!", it crashes into me but something stops me from taking the full brunt of the force. Nuriko may have got it from behind. I can't be certain, all I know is that I got it's back and was trying to pin it. It's outline stretches, I can still feel it trying to push me off of it with all it's strength. It's really dark now, no lights and our fight continues. I scream, hoping that someone will hear me. "What?" I hear Violet say from across the room. I remember that I'm downstairs in my moms house sleeping. I try to scream again, but I can't move my body, can't force out any voice. I try waving my arms, clapping my hands to catch V's attention. There's silence and I see a figure making its way from the middle of the room to the door. I think it must be John. He's going to turn on the light and I'll wake up. Instead he just melds into the door, becoming (or moving through) the robe hanging on the door. I finally gain mobility and flick on the light. There's no one at the door. A very confused look on Violet's face. "I had a nightmare..."


That's the nightmare I just had. I needed to get it out onto "paper" since that seemed the best thing to do. Glad that V and John were staying over here tonight. Otherwise I think I'd be even more freaked out than I already am.
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