Dream Journal - A temporary Icing for my own growth, and to please you.

[Jan 5-6 2016]

     I had that dream again. It's

different every time, but many of

the themes seem to overlap and

add up, over time, to some

increasingly lucid meaning.

     Drugs, dreams, meditation,

hypnotism, and other trance-

inducing methods have been

developed over the long and

varied arc of human civilization.

     Perhaps We are experiencing

human consciousness evolve, or

maybe we are finally reaching out

to multi and trans-dimensional

universes/dimensions.

     Modern pseudo-evidence

suggests that if Extraterrestials

ARE in contact with us, they are

not from "some where" in the

sense we understand. It seems

many of them are

"interdimensional" beings. They

are difficult to communicate with

and understand on a gut level,

because they are extremely

spiritual and far advanced

relative to us. They seem not to

fear death, and they don't seem

to mind lying if their long-term

goals are going smoothly. They

have interfered often with our

nuclear programs, sometimes

demolishing them, and sometimes,

such as in Chernobyl, possibly

helping to attenuate the

disaster.

     Did you make it through all

that hogwash? I hope I didn't do

permanent danger to that part of

the brain that can ever again pay

attention to something that goes

on and on and, even if it ends

awesomely, I feel cheated and

angry and bored.
"Fuck your warm-up intro

and fagtastic bullshit,

assholes!" - Local Child/Clown

/Taco Barrista/Transsexual

     Wait, what am I talking

about?

          OH YEAH!!!

     So, last night, I had this

dream. It was so terrifying and

real, because (as in all dreams)

the situation itself doesn't make

much sense. but for some reason

you just go along with it. This

is what's going on. It's insane,

but this is life now, and always

has and probably will be. So now

what?

 ...So that's how dreams work.


    So, partway through a dream

that was ALREADY complex, I

started having to deal with this

new problem. Apparently I got

drunk and high, and used a razor

-blade to cut the head of my

penis off. I felt like my

reaction to seeing and

remembering this are EXACTLY the

thoughts I would have had if this

were real. That's what makes

dreams so real. Not the content,

but the fact that you seem to not

just be watching them, but often

FULLY engaging in them, to the

point where you are horrified,

delighted, and given the

situation, you are free to

imagine all the shit that comes

now. Like, "Ok, I cut the tip of

my penis off. That sounds like

something I would do while high

and drunk!" And I slowly start

piecing together the night when I

did that. Oh man! I musta been

FUCKED up! And then you freak out

a little, realizing you're

capable of such a thing, and also

that this kind of thing seems to

be easy for you when you drink a

lot. Like, "DON'T DRINK A LOT

WHILE HIGH UNLESS YOU WANT TO

WAKE UP WITHOUT A DICK."

And now I have to deal with having no penile head.


     So, I'm in this world that

seems SOOOO real, and I'm slowly

coming to terms with the fact

that I just cut the head of my

penis off (the most sensitive

part - the equivalent of the

female clitoris). So, looking

back, I feel like the way I

reacted to this was EXACTLY how

I'd react for real, which makes

me learn about uncomfortable

masochistic and sociopathic

tendencies I need to deal with.
 

Shark episode

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Shark episode or Mudshark incident was an alleged event which took place at the Edgewater Inn in Seattle, Washington, on 28 July 1969, involving Richard Cole, a road manager for the English rock band Led Zeppelin, and members of the American psychedelic rock band Vanilla Fudge. The bands were in Seattle for their appearance at the Seattle Pop Festival at Gold Creek Park on 27 July 1969,[1] and were staying at the Edgewater Inn. This hotel, now known as the Edgewater Hotel, is located directly on Puget Sound, and at the time allowed guests to fish directly from their room windows.[2]


The Edgewater Hotel on Elliott Bay. Guests were once allowed to fish from the windows.
The Shark episode is alleged to have involved some type of sexual act with a fish. However, there are many variations on the story, all involving one or some of the band members, as well as variations of the type of fish (often claimed to be a shark or mudshark), and the nature of the acts performed.

Rock journalist Stephen Davis, in his Led Zeppelin biography Hammer of the Gods, provided the following account of the event:

One girl, a pretty young groupie with red hair, was disrobed and tied to the bed. According to the legend of the Shark Episode, Led Zeppelin then proceeded to stuff pieces of shark into her vagina and rectum.[3]

Davis notes that Led Zeppelin's road manager Richard Cole, disputed this version, and quotes this dubious variation:

It wasn't Bonzo, it was me. It wasn't shark parts anyway: It was the nose that got put in. We caught a lot of big sharks, at least two dozen, stuck coat hangers through the gills and left 'em in the closet . . . But the true shark story was that it wasn't even a shark. It was a red snapper and the chick happened to be a fucking redheaded broad with a ginger pussy. And that is the truth. Bonzo was in the room, but I did it. Mark Stein [of Vanilla Fudge] filmed the whole thing. And she loved it. It was like, "You'd like a bit of fucking, eh? Let's see how your red snapper likes this red snapper!" That was it. It was the nose of the fish, and that girl must have cum 20 times. But it was nothing malicious or harmful, no way! No one was ever hurt.

The red snapper is not indigenous to the Puget Sound, but a resident of the Atlantic Ocean. Cole elaborates on this fabricated version in his own book, Stairway to Heaven: Led Zeppelin Uncensored. He explains that:

Word about the escapade spread quickly. Rumors circulated that the girl had been raped...that she had been crying hysterically...that she had pleaded for me to stop...that she had struggled to escape...that a shark had been used to penetrate her. None of the stories was true.[4]

Apart from the comment from Cole, there has never been any definitive proof this incident actually happened. Many of the purported details of the event are contradictory. No photographs or films have appeared, nor corroborative witness statements. Stein has since claimed he gave the Super 8 tapes to Vanilla Fudge road manager Bruce Wayne and doesn't know what happened to them.[5]

A later visit in 1973 resulted in Led Zeppelin being banned from the Edgewater Hotel. The band and their entourage

caught some 30 mudsharks and left them under beds, in closets, elevators, hallways, bathtubs and all over their rooms. They threw beds, TVs, mattresses, lamps, drapes, china and glassware into Elliott Bay.[6]

On the Frank Zappa / Mothers of Invention album Fillmore East - June 1971, the above described events form the storyline of the song "Mud Shark."

Science is the Arrow

Without Science we are doomed to repeat history until Aliens or Asteroids destroy us.

"What fools they were, praying to false gods. Had they only invented telescopes, rockets, lasers..."

But most of us SHOULD pursue lives of harmony with nature, producing food and animals.

Weekly Walrus

Life is going well, KNock on wood.

Charles is in the decrolar, chalroading.

I AM FREE.

Gas Leak Episode

T: We should order food.
J: "[Nah, there's totally food in the kitchen.
You fool, didn't you buy any real food at
the store?]"
T: "[Psh]."
J:{
[Spilled **** into stove.
Tried to dry it up and re-light pilots (failure)
the kitchen is full of gas and sulfur.
Pilots are now off.
Microwave is shorted-out. Cannot find fuse.
Cannot re-heat any leftovers.
Feed leftovers to cat. Cannot make any new food.]


J: "...We should order Pizza."

Owl Painting

Hey man.

Oh hey, what's up?

Not much. Just hangin' out.

That's cool.

So what's new.

Uhhhh....well, I've been watching this really weird show.

Oh yeah? What's it about?

It's about this crazy guy who lives in this trashed apartment. He lives with this cat and makes weird owl paintings. He has this friend who comes over sometimes, too.

Dude, that's you. Your talking about your actual life. Do you realize that all this is actually happening right now? Where do you think you are? This isn't television!

I hate when you come over.

Hospital