My Roomate

I have wanted to say this for a couple days but wasn't writing an entry at the time. This isn't the most important thing, but I didn't want to start off with the title story. I'm getting really sick of my roommate. I didn't really have problems with him during the year. But now, I can't really stand him at all. I'm not sure quite what it is. Part of it is having a roommate over the summer, which is more my fault than his, but I still place my upsetness on him. More than that though is what he does, mainly to the room. I am moving out at the end of the summer. He has all these projects to improve the room. I did some things like that when I moved it. I don't even really have a problem with most of the project. Just the way he does them. It bothers me to have my room rearranged around me, but more importantly without even warning me. I might accept an argument that he needs to do this stuff and I should let him, but I would have at least like to be told.

He has a very stange logic system. He did tell me a while ago that he was planning to do these things. However, that and the fact that he doesn't think I'm paying rent makes him think it is ok to just do them without telling me or without concern for what I feel about it. Even he told me months ago the day he was going to do it, I should still get at least a day warning reminder. Of course I'm going to be charged rent. Why would I get to live here for free? No, I wasn't going to pay for the 3 weeks before my internship if I had got it, but of course when I'm here the whole summer. And regardless of that, I do live here, rent or not, and my living here is a reason to give me at least some consideration. For the summer it is just as much my room as his. Neither the fact that he confirmed his stay this summer sooner than I did nor the fact that he will be here in the fall gives him a right to make me feel like his unwelcome guest in my own room.

The worst is his way of dealing with things. And this does not just apply to my complaints. He has a very bad way of dealing with situations in general, which I think effects his house manager job, which I have had to deal with in some other occasions this summer, and I think also a bad way of dealing with people in general. I'm not quite sure how to put it into words. As little as I like getting in a shouting argument with anyone, to try to make him understand anything is a nightmare. He just doesn't get anything. I'm done talking about this for now, I just get upset thinking about it, and I'd rather not dwell on such negetive energy this summer.

Sweet Dreams

Speaking of nightmares, I've had a few interesting ones recently. A week or so ago there was one that wasn't very long, but quite realistic and graphic. It involved someone I know, Tim Price, having some sort of table fall of him and cut him in two. Why it was this particular person I don't know, but I was pretty unimportant. The scary part was watching it. It cut him just above the waist, all the way through. He was lying on the ground in two piece. I could see the ends and it was quite gross looking, though not nearly as messy as I think it would actually be if it really happened (the two ends were basically solid). The horrifying part was that he was conscious and screaming. It was terrible because he was very distraught and yelling about his legs and stuff and I knew in my mind that there wasn't anything that could really be done for him. I didn't know what to do. Then someone pick him up, in two halves, and went to take him to the hospital I think. I know it is very graphic, and why would I say all this, but that is just what it was like and you can't imagine it. It was wonderful something that was a dream and yet could effect me emotionally so much as if it were real, yet one of the most awful things I've ever seen.

Last night was quite different and in some ways worse. It was more dreamlike in content though quite real-feeling like many dreams we remember. It was something that could be turned into some kind of sci-fi horror movie, staring Lawrence Fishburn. I say that because he was in it. And if the goal of a horror movie is to scare people as much as possible, this would be a stunning success, though I don't know if it would be as scary on the screen as it was in first person. There are things they do in movies to make it scary for the person who is watching and doesn't have to be scared by being there or thinking it is real. I definately did notice (after the fact) some elements of the dream that would work well like that. Maybe I've just seen too many movies.

Well, it started with Lawrence Fishburn's character talking to his daughter. He was leaving for work or whatever in the morning and she was telling him about someone (the name started with an A, let's call it A for the story, thought it would actually be some kind of strange scary thing). I forget what she was saying but the nice part about how movie like it was is that the details I forget can be replaced with the standard horror movie stuff and it would fit because what I can't quite remember I know was pretty much like what we'd come up with. You know, the whole think would have that kind dark, colorless, gloomy feel even in calm scenes. I think the idea was the girl had had some kind of telepathic communication while sleeping. Foreshadowing. I was at some kind of event with my daughters. I got called away. At first it was to be a medic for some people in a war conflict in some other country. It hadn't really started yet, but I guess some people were hurt anyway. Things like that can come out. Anyways, let's speed things up a bit. We found this mysterious secret tunnel under this hotel. It was not like we were in the ground but somewhere else, like another world or something. There were tunnels, all of very wet mud (walls and ceiling too) and very forboding. We found one path that led down to somewhere darker. Lawrence Fishburn led his team of commandos though a series of very dark wet passages. I can envision it but I dare not try to describe it. There was something there with them. Some kind of alien creature. It was sort of like some large insect. It was incredibly intelligent. It was picking them off one by one, and they cound find another way out after the steep passage they had slipped down, only more tunnels. Meanwhile, things were not ok on the surface. I never really saw anything happening, but people were in a panic. Everyone was leaving, though I don't know where they were going. There I scene that I know is here that I can't remember at all. Next scene I'm on some kind of flying ship. It is like an older sailing ship, but flying, through the sky it felt like, though I don't think we were on Earth. I was talking with some people in charge (of what I don't know, an evacuation?). There was some kind of box we needed to unlock, but we needed a certain key. I still know what the key looks like. We had it before for some reason. There was some kind of door. I went down some stairs on the ship and came out an ominous looking door in the middle of nothing in one of the upper (lighter) muddy tunnels. I ran up and found the guy I knew who had the key he said he lost it and game me some wire and said we could pick the lock. I went back to the ship. But they said the key was essenitial and I had to go back to and find it. I think maybe what the aliens did was just cause fear. pure fear, because I was absolutely terrified of going back to Earth, especially anywhere near the tunnels that led down to where it was. The fear spread through the air from that spot outward out through the hotel on top and beyond. At the same time the leaders on the ship were talking to the commandos deep down in the tunnels and the water. They had discovered some kind of machine that was growing/building new ones of the alien (so far I think there was only one). They shut it off but then things only started getting worse for them, and the thing was close after the few of them left. For me, I went back to Earth. I ran up out of the tunnels into the hotel. I was looking desperatly for the man who had the key. I didn't know where he would be. I was shouting and asking anyone if they had seen the key. I was mostly incoherent with fear and urgency. I found him on the stairs by the hotel enterance. He said he dropped it in the john or he didn't remember where it was. He said it was gone. He was carrying a suit case and he ran out the door. Almost everyone was gone by now. The fear was spreading and I was just running around looking for something I was sure I wasn't going to find. Final scene, Lawrence Fishburn, and possibly one other surviving commandos were in a very large open room which was all full with water but had a ceiling. Very dark. He comes upon this half alien half robot thing. It was either the source of everything or the discovery of the beginning of something new being born beyond all that had happened all stopping. I forget which but I think the later. Somehow he new this was A and telepathically talking to his daughter, he said he was there with it and he answer her question and told her that he was performing his morning routine (think infancy, waking up for the first time). Fade.

I don't know what that sounds like. Maybe I shouldn't have told it like a dream but wrote it like the story it should become. It even has a name (in my mind). The Legend of Acacia what what I somehow knew it was called when I woke up. I know that that fact was just something someone had said the day before, but still. Glad I got it out.