Oliana Lander

I woke up in the middle of a field. My bed was gone, and of course my room. My neck was sore. I was alone in my pajamas without shoes, food or money. I wanted to scream, and I did. Nature quieted itself for a while, after birds flew into the air, but nothing much happened. I stood up and took a few steps and then froze, as something shiny appeared where my foot was about to fall. Stepping back I picked it up. It was a simple blade elegantly craved. Looking around more I realized that I had been laying in bones. I wanted to scream again. Bits of old clothe had survived, but mostly it was just bones. I noticed something else there was shinny a pile of gold and silver, which without hesitation I stuffed into my pajama pockets.

My name is Oliana Lander. I am a teenage girl who has no idea how I ended up hopping around in a field in kitty cat pajamas trying to avoid stepping on anything that hurts. If you could help me about now I would really appreciate it, my tummy is beginning to complain and I am thirsty. Most importantly I am Bipolar, and if I do not get my medication I will be in a sad state. I have no idea what I am doing or where I am going. Please. Please. Help me.

Oliana crawled up into a ball that night, and cried silently about her greatest fear, not taking her medication. She had had a dream once that taking away her medication was the worse thing that anyone could do to her. She wondered how many days she would have before she went into withdrawal.

When she woke up there was a stag that seemed to be kissing her. He was on the ground next to her. She rubbed his nose, and he ran off into the distance. Funny dream. She feel back asleep, when she woke up there was a pair of shoes on her feet. She smiled wearily wishing that they were medication, and then she noticed the boxes, engraved on each bronze box was a name of her medication, and when she opened them up there they were. A roll of parchment was sealed beside them beside a bag that looked much like a book bag. The seal was a pair of Antlers interlocking. She broke the seal. Upon the parchment was written, “I could only bring what you already owned. Sorry.”

The sound of dogs barking soared across the field. The next minute they came stumbling across the field. A boy riding a horse was chasing after the dogs. They were coming her direction.

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The fisherman...(good luck understanding this one)

“This morning I was awoken by an annoying rumbling. Apparently my insides are filled with gears, and this makes a lot of noise. I did some reading, and discovered that I must go to a certain location and wait for the fish to come. When the fish comes I will be able to stop the gears from moving. How does one wait for fish? Well, I am specially equipped to wait for fish because I am a fish man. A fish man gets a stick, a wood boat, and sits until the fish comes. The fish sometimes takes a long time to come. Once it does I match the different kinds of catch with the pictures in my book, and prepare the fish as it instructs. I do not like waiting for the fish to come. That noise! Is it the fish coming?” A young man walks into the bathroom, glances at the woman sitting on a wooden stool in water filled bathtub, holding a twig in her hand. He throws down his bag, pulls a book out of this pocket, and writes, “Followed the map, and hid the loot by the tree in the pond.” “I love watching the fish sit down, and wait for me as I had to wait for him. After I take the catch he will climb into the pond, but first he will wait for me to leave. Now I must make a note in my book, “The fish has come to the pond”, and then I must follow this map to the campfire. It says I must go through this opening, past the sleeping place, down the hill, and through this opening to… yes, this is the place. Now to match the catch with the pictures, this round orange fish does not need any preparation, but the books says this red squishy thing does... What is that sound? I must check my book… while preparing the catch the fish drains the pond and replaces it with new water. That doesn’t seem so smart. Ah, here comes the fish again, he is just sitting there watching me. I will forget about him, for the catch is ready, and I cannot stand the sound of the gears anymore. As soon as I started eating, he started eating some of my catch. Why, is he doing this? What does the book say…let the fish eat, or else he gets very noisy. I do not like noise. It hurts my ears… I like watching the fish make water magically appear. He takes the camp ware and makes bubbly water in that silver thing over there. My book tells me I need to move my boat, and get in the pond making bubbles also. But I will watch him create water for a while longer.

Something written while manic (about the art world)

The thing that his been holding the art world back for so long is people are trying to learn what they knoew in their childhood all along. The next step after a person remembers how to think before all the %$^# was piled on is reaching the point before ones confusion, I have decided to bring the left side of my brain along for the ride because art world has forgotten that they do not sing their own song. It is only when both sides of the mind are content that an artist can see clearly how to speak to people of both minds, and teach people how to reach better harmonic free play. So my next project is to relearn (from stage one) how to think mathematically too. An artist is nothing unless they can learn to visualize mathematically what they now artistically can do. The line between the two sides of the mind is never a divide, the engineer must learn to think like an artist, and the artist has to be freed form the ego of the scientific and mathematical mind. As the world of math and science has an ego so large that they have turned up their nose at their own heart.

It is only when artist have embraced both sides that artists can learn how to close the divide. They must learn how to give the world a sound mind. I have looked into the minds of artists, and why people think they are so unbalanced. I have seen it that they are pulled down by what the ‘practice’ of art means. So afraid are they of the left side of the mind that they are restrained in their closing of the divide.

While music, which was once said to be the Dyiamician (I was manic at the time I wrote this and I forget what this word was supposed to be) is said to soothe the soul of the human/huwoman because it speaks directly to nature's instincts I say this is hogwash. Music soothes the mind because it speaks to both sides of the brain at once. It breaks down the divisions between the two. Artists have been trapped in the art world for so long that their left sides of their brain start to fight with their right sides for control, yet this is only because they have allowed their focus to let go of part of their self. A human should not be fouled into thinking they are just of one-half of their mind. The artists are faced with a problem, yet now that they are so versed in contextual art, they have their mind ready for the cross into using the whole mind again.

Is art about sight? I cannot say that imitations are not art too, by my soul (my whirlwind of a mind and heart) is not calmed by this kind of artwork. My father was once a painter and chess player. My mother was a storyteller whose brother was almost a chess-master. My heart has always been torn between the two, in order to overcomes this fight, and everything that was ever wrong with me (believe me I had had some issues) I was down into my childhood. I just want to run away from the art world.

Fish oil vs Flexseed oil?

Today (even if I called it a good day, which by all counts it should be) I am sad and tired. This horrible feeling has settled on me, and I have decided that it is time for me to start taking Fish Oil again. I stopped because it had cholesterol in it. I am thinking of taking Flaxseed Oil instead, but first I must call my pDoc to see if it will be as effective as Fish Oil. I will report back on this when I get an answer.

I want to go out and get the Flaxseed Oil now, because something tells me that it will make me feel better. Flaxseed Oil is more expensive then Fish Oil, but if that is the cost of having High cholesterol in the family then I am willing to pay it. Fish Oil by itself is already expensive.

Oh, in case you don’t know, Fish Oil has been shown in many studies to be beneficial to people with Bipolar disorder. It helps prevent relapses.

Bipolar Choices

I have a cat by my side and a laptop in my lap. My hair is fresh out of a shower. I have been reading, and writing, and watching, and so forth. I have gotten quite lazy, or at least I feel that way. I feel horrible that I can and sleep so much. I’ve never had this problem before.

It feels like my life is slipping away because I’m sleeping through it. I feel so medicated, and there is nothing, well almost nothing, I can do to stop this feeling. As I might has said before, when I first started on my medication I promised myself that I would never forget what an un-medicated brain felt like, and now I wish I could forget it, and at times I do forget it, but in those moments of silence with nothing to do, I can feel it. I can feel the dullness in my brain.

Don’t go off your medications because of me. Many people do not have this feeling, and the good of the medication can be a lot better then the bad. Do not be freaked out by my medication problems. You might not have them. I am just writing about them so you know that other people have the same issues you do.

I am also not saying one medication is good or bad. Each medication and person’s brain is individual and they work differently together.

It is a personal choice whether or not to take medication. If you are deciding whether or not to take medication be sure to educate yourself about all the options that are open for you. I have run into books about naturally controlling Bipolar disorder, but many professionals would say that medications are a great help in controlling the disorder. They however are not the complete cure; a lot of the fight still has to be fought by the person with the disorder.

These things that I talked about earlier in another post good sleep, exercise, and learning how to calm oneself are wonderful tools to have in fixing the problem. Medication makes this easier. So much so that the good of taking the medication outweighs the bad of side effects.

I personally could not go without my medications. I would stop eating because I would think that the food was poisoned and keeping me from transcending. I would think that people were either demons or angels and not be sure which one. In the end I would be terrified.

So for me the choice of taking the medication is different. The question becomes do I want to be insane, or do I want to be sane. What would you choice. The answer isn’t as easy as you would think. The truth is that I like to be a little insane, but when I am I become a danger to myself. So I have to say good-bye to unstable thoughts. Sigh.

The window broke, the thin glass that had always been between the two of them.

He would run up to the old house sit by the birch tree and play music on his flute. She would stare out at him, the only boy she had ever seen. She, she was special. Holy. Pure. That is why she was locked up in that house. She was locked up and silt was placed around the house everyday to block the evil from coming in.

She knew a bit of music herself. She had been taught to play the piano. Something she did for hours at a time, and she read the books that were allowed in the house; books about saints.

It was the Great Queen that had ordered the separation between her and the world. An Oracle had a vision that the unborn baby of her younger sister-in-law would be born and continue through life to be pure, but there was danger from the world of men that could corrupt her.

It has been said that women is men’s downfall when in fact the opposite is true or more correctly we are each other’s downfall.

The Great Queen fell in love with a young page, and soon after disappeared. There were rumors that they ran off together. Ran out of the whole country.

It is a shame because on the very day the King took over he wanted to burn out the faith that the Queen had encouraged, he had all matter of Spiritual Masters put to death and ordered that the young women in the house be poisoned and the house burned down.

It is the heat of those flames that shattered the glass. He ran up to the window to pull her out, she reached out her hand and touched his chin, and fell to the ground. He climbed in and pulled her out, but she was already dead.

She had spent her whole life in that house.

New hidden posts opening up!

What I was really thinking about writing on today was medication, and side effects. I will make available some posts that were hidden before my beginning post. You can now read the start of another Blog that never took off (that is at the very beginning of this site), and a little bit more about medications as they have impacted me (also on this site).

So far I have jumped around the subject of medication, and all you know is that they make me sleepy. Well. I am on the generic form of Wilburton: no known side effects, Zoloft: decrease in sex drive, and maybe the taste of some sweets (I’m not sure which medication is doing this), Lamitical: slower walking (I think), and Zyprexa: the ability to sleep like a Koloa. Koloa’s sleep a lot.

My First Deck

The heat finally got to me. I was like one of those frogs that wouldn’t hop of the constantly heating up plates, because they could not feel the heat increase because it was always the same. What I mean is I was beginning to exhibit the signs of being overheated without feeling hot. So I went into the nice comfortable indoors, took off my shoes, put a blanket over my legs to keep them from the heat of my laptop, put my feet up, and continued where I was before. The thing is I have no idea where I was before. I am going to have to start researching stuff to Blog about.

Oh! I know, I could tell you about my first deck of Tarot cards. Hmm… the Internet connection isn’t as good right here. I will just be patient. Hmm… what to talk about while you are waiting…Now, this is a nice deck that was designed make Tarot cards more friendly to the 21st century. The deck is the most connected to my past, because before I ever did a serious reading it sat in my room for years soaking up my childhood – high school energies. You cannot buy a connection like that.

There I have found all the information online that I need to make a post.

P.S. The Oracle tarot lacks any court cards. A few cards have had their names changed, Death is called Change, the Hierophant is called Tradition, and the Devil is called Bondage.

Welcome!

Today I would like to welcome all of you to a cat’s paradise (kind of like Sara Anne’s Paradise in the Wonderful People Links). I personally have two cats at my parents’ home that I am staying at over the summer, but have an apartment that allows no pets during the school year.

Be sure to brush out your whiskers, and be ready to chase really weird looking spiders. Honestly, I’m outside, and a spider just passed me at a safe distance.

I have to remind myself how important it is to get up and write in the morning. That is what Hemingway did. He wrote every morning and then went to a bar.

Anyway. Be sure to sharpen your claws because we will be playing a game of torturing poor innocent mice like an orca with a seal, and than settling down for a nice round of meowing for food even after we all just wasted the meat of so many of what would have been tasty mice.

I wonder why it is that some predators like to play with their food before eating it. It isn’t just a one-time chance, because off the top of my head both cats and orcas do it. Maybe it helps these animals practice there hunting skills.

Anyway. After our meal we will take time to wash ourselves, and dance around chasing each other. Than of course we would all answer both of the polls listed on this website. *Cat wink*

Oh, and I have added my email address (one of many) to the site feel free to email me.o

Fragments of Thought

My nose is bleeding. I am going to a Mental illness knowledge workshop at the U of M Depression Center in Ann Arbor today. I am supposed to be shipping a book for my Mother but I have no idea where the book is, so that will have to be done tomorrow.

I have concluded after further reading that the last Harry Potter book is in fact a good book. It just spends a lot of time talking about a certain Wizard at the beginning that I do not care for. I think to myself, is the focus of this book this Wizard or is it Harry overcoming the forces of He Who Shall Not be Named.

On a side note, I was thinking about my High School days, and how I for no big reason recalled that my sister said shaving legs took away tans and told this my friend who was Mexican only to get yelled at about her skin not being a tan. I was quite taken aback that she had thought this was anything other then me feeling insecure about how horrible my un-tanned must have looked during gym. Of course I was too horrified to explain this and to this day she might think that I did not realize that she was Mexican and naturally a darker skin tone.

As I was shaving my legs thinking of going outside and tanning because my legs looked like they needed some sun, this popped into my head. Apparently this was one of those memories that stuck to me, like being bitten by a vampire. Another friend told me that I would forget about it, but I did not, I have not, and I do not see myself forgetting it in the future.

I wonder if the day is coming when we will be so advanced in technology that we do not even need to have writing anymore. Everything will just be spoken word. No learning the alphabet, no spelling, and just pure and simple speech. I guess I am wrong about this, because a persons voice would get worn out after a while. It was an interesting idea through, and I just noticed all the cat hair on my laptop. I will just be a minute….

Ok, I’m back. That didn’t take to long. I have one month until school starts back up. One month. I can’t decide if that is a good thing or a bad thing. I do know that I want to continue working on this very thing that I am doing right now. The problem is I am in Art School not English, and while I have taken one Upper Level Writing Course, Environmental Journalism, I really don’t know what I am doing. As I stated before I am going to take a Creative Writing Course, which should help me along.

You want to know a secret. I am seeking comfort in writing instead of drawing, or another traditional art because nothing is expected of me. If I were an English major I would be seeking comfort in drawing as we speak. Shhh. Don’t tell anyone. Okay?

If I had good money I would waste it all on good food. I would eat out so much. I don’t know why this is important for you to know, but be sure to take good notes of everything; you will be quizzed at some point.

What I would really like would someone to find this site that loved my writing style so much that they had to read every single long drawn out post. Are there people that actually do that?

I am happy today because I can feel my shorts are looser, which means my tubby is smaller from all the walking I did in the last two days. Yay, for me. My legs are looking great.

Short Simple

I am having trouble coming up with a topic to write on today. I know it sounds surprising that I would actually start writing with a topic in mind if you have notices how much my focus weaves in and out.

My father calls me Antisocial. I don’t think he quite gets how extreme the meaning of that word it. It isn’t something you are just because you don’t want to go to your cousins Open House.

My family also calls me shy, which I might be. I really don’t know. I had a horrible roommate last year that got on my back about being able to communicate in emails what I couldn’t in real life.

I don’t think he quite understood anything about me, which is easy to understand because I was suffering from Bipolar disorder and had no idea what was going on at the time.

I did a lot of embarrassing things, but he crossed the line very early on. Anyways, I don’t really want to talk about that. I was out of my mind and functioning. I was able to hold back the storm until the very last day of the school year, it was that day when I turned in my final project, and that very night I stayed up thinking demons were being pulled out of my head. The next day after a twisted path I was in the mental hospital.

P.S. Check out the link hidden in the picture, and read a bit of the dance contest. :)

The Temples Under the Mountain (with more added on)

Our young warrior came across the Mountain. The whole Mountain was craved into a giant temple for the Sun god that had been cast away in Egypt so long ago. The middle of the Mountain was in fact a great void; everything was craved out except for supports that looked like something between the Jewish Star of David with the weavings of a Celtic Cross around it. As the sun moved across the shy it would first leave a shadow on one side of the Mountain and then on the other. At the base of the Mountain on both sides were temples one for the morning, and another for the evening.

The warrior had been sent from Egypt as a spy to gather information on how to destroy the last of the followers of the Sun god who had fled chased by chariots of doom in the chaos of King Tut’s early reign. How they had obtained such symbolism and power over the Mountain was yet known, but the warrior wanted to see how the Mountain would fall.

A young monk ran barefoot across the stone road. He held a white rose in his hand, and a pole hang over his shoulder on which hang a little pouch filled with Starfish. A dog ran at his side biting at his foot as he ran off the road. He hopped to the top of a small hill to get a better look at a man coming down the road.

The monk laughed at how little the man was wearing, just linen clothe that barely covered anything. The man’s chest was bare and strong; his legs were like a tigers. In his hands was a rope, which he used to guide a travelers horse, which was packed full. At his side was a craved sword, and the man had an air about him that made the monk feel that only a fool would try to steal from this man.

A smile crept across the monks face as he realized that after leaving the Monastery of Jumping Cats, he just might be enough of a fool to try it. First he would have to gain trust, and see if the man had anything worth the risk.

“Sir, by Horus I beg you to assist me to getting into Upton, the Village at the top of the Mountain where great magic and riches await anyone who is brave enough to climb the mountain.” Said the monk leaping with the grace of a mountain ram onto the road. “I would go there myself, as I am used to mountain paths, but this mountain is filled with Birds of Aideen. I see you have a sword, and you walk like a warrior perhaps you could fight these Birds of Flame.” The warrior’s mouth thinned.

The monk continued, “My name is Nen. I am well trained in dealing with cats. If we were to run into a tiger I would have it jumping through hoops and catching dinner for us in not time. You do like fresh meat don’t you?” The warrior’s mouth tightened even more.

“There are great secrets up there. I have heard there is a book that tells you how to use the Stonehenge, your right I have no idea what the Stonehenge is, don’t you want to find out.” The warrior started to tend to his horse rubbing his nose while his eyes dug deeply into Nen’s.

“There is some sort of ship called an arc that you can see if you look really closely. It is made of wood, we people down here think, yet it never rots. It said that two of every kind of creature landed on that mountain, and some never left it.” The warrior started to check his horse’s teeth.

”Come on all the wonders of this world are on top of that mountain, and you will not even face the fire to go and see it. Do I smell or something?”

The warrior answered the monk, “You have no sandals.”

Topic? I am supposed to write on a topic?

I should be reading Harry Potter right now so I can finally complete the series, but I am not. I am barely into the book. It seems to me that Rowling is taking a long time to get to the action. I’m sure it will pick up soon. I, however, will continue, to your delight you by blabbing on and on about nothing.

I did start out with two goals in mind as are stated in my opening line. (Look at the Binder.) These are the goals that a how loosely danced around and then cast aside, because they are only two parts of who I am.

Who am I? I have a strong narrative voice. Can’t you hear it?

I can stand the heat very well apparently because I am outside cool and happy while the air conditioner is making the inside an ice box. It seem that ever since I went to Florida I’ve had a new definition of hot.

While in Florida, we walked past the Art Deco Beachside in Miami; we stopped at a Starbucks where I had a Green Tea Frap, my favorite Starbucks drink. My sister picked up some Postcards at a visitor center. She collects postcards. We all got a little sun. By all I mean my mother, three sisters, and me. My sister, if I haven’t told you before is a Flight Attendant, which is a much harder job than it sounds; just think of the hours on an overnight flight with babies crying, people drunk, and everything just miserable. Well my sister can handle that and more. She is a professional.

It is just beautiful weather out here and a view as good as anywhere. A deck were the paint is cracked, and a yard with two balls left there from a game. A cat is sleeping on the deck.

Yes, it is run down, but the trees are old as well, old and healthy. There is one of those Red Maple Trees (maybe its call Black Maple I forget) in front of me as the sunlight passes through it you can see a hint of green on the other side. Next to it at a good distance for growth is a normal green maple.

Sure its not the Mountains of Alaska or the Beaches of Florida, but it is quiet.

I like it here, but I still want the school year to come. I am getting nervous, maybe I told you this before, but it’s just the tip of the iceberg with a meatball on top. This year is going to be different from all the rest. It’s that Senor Project I keep on talking about. You know, I’ve talked about this with you before and yet I cannot get my words to match my worry. I want to do what I am doing now. I want to write my way through a topic until all the ends connect. I want to create a complex picture through words. I want to write until I know what to do.

Anime - off topic - back to Anime

It appears that today’s topic is Anime, of which I am an also an amateur, the only series I have watched from beginning to end are Inuyasha, D.C. Angel, and Paradise Kiss. My favorite of which being Paradise Kiss for its awesome opening and ending songs.

It was disappointing that last Inuyasha episode. It stopped somewhere that wasn’t an ending at all. Hopefully the series will start again soon. The only problem is that I am no longer the same person I was before. Before, I was so drawn into the story I had to watch episode after episode. I am not like that anymore. Now I prefer writing to reading, unless it is Tarot card reading.

I can still watch movies, because I am a very visual person, but when it comes to words I am in a phase of mixing them like brownie batter, rather then just buying then pre-made.

So here I write, and I know, or think I know, that no one has visited this site, or at least I have had no profile views, which is sad, because my old Blog Sulfur gave my Profile about 300 views, before I transferred everything over to my gmail account and wiped my slate clean. Believe it or not I used to have a name other then Pumpkin Seal, and a snappier profile.

Ah, those where the days. If you have looked at my other Blogs you would have noticed the different styles I have used. This style appears to work the least of them all. I, however, am not prepared to change it. I am not prepared to give up.

I started this post to talk about Anime, but you can see how well I focus. When it comes to D. C. Angel the subbed version is a lot better then the dubbed. I personally prefer subbed to dubbed.

The Ponderings of a Calm Medicated Mind

I am outside in the sun. There are trees all around me. There is an oak behind me that is hundreds of years old. If one branch should fall onto the roof it could cause serious damage, but the tree remains healthy. I am out here to get a little sun so my skin can work a little of… I forget which vitamin, but one thing is for sure sun in little bits is good for you. It is also good to listen to the wind blowing through the trees even if it is overpowered by the sound of the air conditioner.

I have concluded that I am still healthy. After my hospital stay, the doctors told my family that I was close to causing some serious damage, but as it is they never sat me down to talk about anything. I’m guessing this means that there was nothing worth noting.

I’m wonder that if I continue to watch Naruto will Sasuke sooner or later grow up? I wander what he would be like grown up? I’m guessing that he wouldn’t be that charming. He can get away with all his antisocial behavior, and violent behavior as a young ninja, (its understandable being a little off key when you have been taught to kill all your life) but if he turns out like his brother he just will not be likable anymore.

I am sure that after reading so much about Naruto you are rearing to go out and watch the series, do not be afraid, just because I stopped watching them doesn’t mean they are not good. I had other things on my mind at the time. Things like death. In fact it would have been good for me to keep watching the series, than when I was tired between classes I would have had something to do other then sleep.

It is pleasant writing out here in the sun. My computer is getting a little hot, and if I don’t keep a close eye on it, it might catch on fire. Mac’s have been known to do that.

Lets see my time outside is running out (battery life is low). Today is a good day. I woke up in good time, I think I have finally adapted to the sleepiness caused by my medication, I will however take an earlier bedtime for a while.

Ok, I have gone inside, and after walking a little over three miles I am back. You know that saying that you never forget how to ride a bike, well it’s a lie. I used to be able to ride and now I just fall over and twist my ankle. The longer I wait the more foolish I will look out in the road trying the best I can to remember the secrets. I guess it is good to give the neighbors a good laugh. The funny thing is that I learned quite easily the first time.

Sunday's post completed today

I am worried about my future. I am only on my parents insurance until I am 25, and after that I will be forced to maintain a steady job with insurance, or suffer the consequences. I just don’t want to be a burden to anyone, and the way thing are looking right now… I am already a burden.

I want a job, I would look for one online right now, but my parents have turned the Internet off.

I am afraid that taking all the aspirin hurt my organs because sometimes, not always, they get a very little sore. I don’t know if it is the consequences of my action or my medication. Who knows, who cares. I’m fine. I’m healthy enough to walk, run, sleep, etc.

I have a purring cat on my shoulder trying to overpower the computer. Yes, the wonderful thing about laptops is you can put a pillow under you head, and balance your computer on your tummy and legs. I do this because I do not have a chair in my room, and the chair in the main room is usually taken.

So I have a cat very slowly falling asleep on my shoulder.

I’ve been having dreams about Sasuke from Naruto. I never had this many dreams about any character in Inuyasha, and I used to think that no matter how much I wanted to have dreams about something I read or watched it would never happen, because it never did. I have had great control over my dreams lately, but I do not understand why I keep on fighting with Sasuke at my side. Naruto is sometimes there as well.

The thing is I haven’t watched this anime in a long time. I suppose that this dream is telling me that deep down inside I want to finish watching this series, but it so much fighting.

What would you do if you kept on having dreams where you are fighting beside an anime character? What would it mean?

In reality I don’t really care. I enjoy the dreams. I get to jump high, almost flying, and have super fighting powers that of course no one can match. I made it to Episode 168 (on youtube) before I gave up on the series that is not bad. I wonder how close I was until the end.

My brother gave me the Oracle of the Radiant Sun, a set of 82 cards that are totally different from Tarot cards. I used them to get more insight after an important Tarot reading. I am nearing the end of my time as an online Tarot reader. A short phase of my life is coming to an end. I do not know if I will pick up online readings again, but that is something I will leave the cards to decide.

A Tale of a Unicorn

I was out at Leila Arboretum today when I came across a two-legged unicorn. Where its first two legs normally were there was instead a pair of wings. Imagine the amount of wingspan was needed to lift up a horse. It is for this reason that unicorns are so much skinner then horses, and even than it was wondrous to gaze at that wingspan.

It stood on its two legs walking almost like a human. It was silvery white and glistened. It was like moonlight walking in the morning sun. I wasn’t quite sure that it could actually fly, but there is something a little magical about unicorns. I figured that if any horse could fly this would be it. Otherwise it would all be a lot of show for nothing.

It was one of those moments where you wish you had brought your camera, even if unicorns are overpopulating Michigan at the moment, I had never heard of a winged one. While most unicorns move with the speed and grace of a deer, this one was unsure of itself on the ground. Every now and then it would bind over onto all fours (wings used like legs) to get eat something off the ground. A number of times doing this it fell over wings flapping like penned up a chicken.

I stayed there waiting for it to fly. It got boring after a while and I started to watch the ants coming in and out of a mound on the ground. I found some clover and ate a bite. If potatoes are an Irish food what are clovers? I imagine there is no food more Irish. I heard once that its like catnip to The Leprechauns. The reason that I was able to find it on the ground at all (it sells like gold in the old country) is the laws against exporting it.

You see the government wants this country as far away from The Leprechauns as possible. Its specism it is. The world is afraid that because Leprechauns can make gold so they might destroy the economy, which is based on gold. It is therefore illegal for anyone to have any dealings with Ireland, which is the only place on this world where The Leprechauns are allowed to live.

Of course there are corks out there that grow clover and sneak it into Ireland, but I think you have heard enough about this topic. It is after all a horrible mark on the world. Lets talk about dandelions and butterflies instead. Dandelions make the very best ice cream, mixed with other lawn clippings of course.

Nothing smells quite like a fresh morning day other then Lawn Silk put it on and you will smell like dew on recently mowed grass.

Anyway, I am sure that you are wondering what has happened with the unicorn well I am wondering that too. You see… I don’t see it anymore. Somewhere between eating clover and rolling in the grass it disappeared. I’m sorry.