kjpepper: (greek temple)
involving wandering around the inside of this place.

That's the Loews Kings Theatre, not too far away from the House. It's been closed and abandoned for longer than I've been alive, which is a crying shame. You can see that despite the extensive rot and water damage, it's still breathtakingly gorgeous. Here's what it looks like from the outside these days.

Ever have a disturbingly real feeling dream where you get the full 360 experience - touch, smell, sound, what have you? I have those on occasion and I always wake up both completely disoriented and sad (or annoyed - this is where the wake up and start the day already dreams fall usually). I had one of those last night. Thing was, even though it looked and felt real I knew it couldn't possibly have been, as I kept insisting to the other person in said dream that there was no way in hell they were actually there and that this was a dream. Despite that, it was still a massive let down to wake up and prove myself right.

I woke up sore from neck to ankles today. This getting old plus too heavy plus never-ending rain business is full of the fail.

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kjpepper: (movie reel)
Most of them last night were bad (involving banquet tables of visibly spoiling food... ugh, I hate mold dreams) but there was one cool one about a restored antique train taking a trip across the country and one of the conductors hoped to meet up with his long lost sweetheart at some whistle stop station in the middle. He spent a good portion of the dream telling me about it while showing me how the train worked.

My alarm went off, I woke up enough to turn it off, then fell back asleep... and back to the same dream, or rather a sequel where I got a postcard in the mail from the conductor telling me that he'd indeed found his sweetie and they'd eloped. I woke up literally saying out loud "d'awwwwwww."

"That punk is either in love with his daughter or he's got a new found respect for life." I'm streaming Grosse Pointe Blank off of Netflix while I work this morning. How the hell is this movie 13 years old already? This movie is the soundtrack to my sophomore and junior years of college, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] jaicat... and this is the first time I'm seeing it in widescreen. And it still makes me giggle, even though I know most of the dialog by heart. I almost want to know if Debbie and Martin made it back for their 20th.

Car is reserved for 22 - 28th. Probably not the cherry whore, but I'm hoping for one of her little sisters, like a Nissan Versa...

I've got a gold dragon finally. Thanks [livejournal.com profile] karnythia!

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kjpepper: (Dreamy)
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I have had three of them crop up periodically, depending on what's happening in my life. The one I used to have as a kid a lot was falling into the subway tracks in front of an oncoming train. Two is my stock anxiety dream, where I show up for an exam in a class I either have never taken or have never gone to class for and of course the exam ends up being complicated math problems ot ancient Latin or something my brain can't get around. And then there's the dream where I'm wandering around a giant swanky hotel and punch the wrong floor on the elevator and come out on a floor closed to the public because it's either still under construction, badly damaged by fire, or simply just closed and empty with sheets over all the furniture and fixtures. That one I've also had since I was a kid, and to this day I have no idea what it means.


May. 5th, 2009 03:04 am
kjpepper: (How Rude!)
You know you've had too much internet when you wake up from a dream that you vaguely remember involved centipedes in delicate orifices, cats talking in odd Yoda-like syntax and Bejeweled.

In other news - the flip side of never having had acne growing up is that when you do have a zit or a breakout, it's the end of the world and you're tempted to lurk in your room like Quasimodo, never to emerge. At least until whatever it is goes away. Blech.

Done with both allergies and rain, kthx. I remember glorious things like dry, outside warmth and a lack of itchy from the neck up. The only good thing about it all is that Prospect Park has EXPLODED into bright lush green, and once it dries up I'm totally going in with the Hatemonger.

My tattoo seems to be going through a second stage of peely flaky after weeks of being fine. Not sure what that's all about.


Going to make some attempt at returning to a state of slumber.

July 2009



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