a lot has happened recently, and at the same time, nothing much either.

i got a new bike. on a scale of 1 to 10, i give it an 'awesome'! i got a few accessories for it: cargo rack, pannier bags, pump, waterbottles (big magnum bottles for a magnum man. *cough*), and a new helmet.

work on the bathroom is coming to a close. we plan to be 99.9% done tomorrow, if not 100%. whew! it's been many weeks, but i'm glad we're finishing up. it's been a real eye-opening experience to be involved in the project from start to finish, as well as an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. i should post some pictures of the bathroom and theatre room, but i'm lazy right now; i'm focusing on the textualities of this entry.

last night was a whirlwind of dreams.

it was prime time in my mind!

i don't remember much of them, just bits and pieces really, but they all seemed to have a more than slight chthonic overtone. this is the second night this week i've had dreams involving ghosts/spectres/apparations of some sort. what does that mean? i'm too lazy to go google some dream meanings. there was also this recurring image of a man, that sorta looked like Hellboy, but he was blue, and had a varying number of horns that changed each time i saw him. one minute he had two, the next he had eleven. he was that sort of blue that is almost ultraviolet or black... so that if i looked too long at him, i got dizzy. but in the flurry of dream sequences (do they ever really follow a discernable 'sequence'??), i didn't have opportunity to do more than glance at him over the goings-on.

oryan was in my dreams, too.

he was telling me that i haven't finished his story, and he's upset with me. he clapped his hands in front of my face and tiny blue sparks flashed from between his fingers, and then he was gone. i was standing in a desert wasteland, with a hot, sandy wind blowing all around me. i had a dark brown tattered cloak that ripped from around my shoulders and drifted across the rock-strewn sand. it landed a short distance away, near a small ditch that extended straight as an arrow to the horizon, and crumpled up in a knobby lump. i was standing over the lumpy cloak (as there is sometimes no intervening events in dreams, like they're edited for time or whatnot), and suddenly the cloak blew away, revealing the skeleton of a young adult... oryan. the wind picked up again to a shrill whine, and my dream cut away to something else. something i've forgotten for its lack of importance.

the whirlwind continued like that, with brief glimpses of this and that, stuff i remember and most i do not.

maybe i'll remember some more of them, but probably not.

maybe they mean something, but probably not.