I have to get up in 4 hours. Do I stay awake and drag myself through tomorrow, or do I go to sleep and risk not waking up in time? Such is life.
I have a cool blog, full of goodies to post. But I can't be screwed doing it now. Later my pretties.
IESSO
I've been thinking. Are these lucid dreams I've been having really lucid, am I really controlling them? Or am I only dreaming that I'm controlling them, and really I'm at the mercy of them, as per usual. That would explain why I can't do certain things. And why they're rarely truly lucid.
Do lucid dreams seem different than normal dreams? My lucid dreams just seem like normal dreams, but me concentrating a lot more.
Actually, that brings my to another point; I have to concentrate really heavily to get anything done. When I wanted to fly, I had to really focus on flying. It wasn't so much a dream, and a very enveloping day-dream. It was like I was imagining it really well. And whenever I try to bring sex into the dreams it's even harder to concentrate. I have to conciously decide to do things, and focus really hard on them
Is this because I'm only new to this? Or do all lucid dreams require this much effort?
DOES ANYONE HAVE LUCID DREAM REGULARLY? CAN SOMEONE HELP ME? AND MY READERS?
This is an area that I want to develop, and I'm sure someone else reading this does too.
PLEASE send me an email, or post a comment....
elliottscottdesign AT gmail.com <--- sorry, didn't want to get spam, just replace AT with @... duh
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IESSO
I nearly did it. I had another lucid dream! I'm getting better each time. I'll explain what happened.
I was dreaming about something or other, can't remember, but I was gonna sit down. And somehow my hand fell through the chair. Hmm... I tried again, and it did it again. So I must be dreaming! I put my hand through the chair really slowly... it kinda of felt like it was made of honey, but not sticky when i pulled it out. It was cool. I could see my hand melt away.
So after that I tried to do something. Last time I was able to fly, so I figured that would be a good test. Easy, flying was no problem, controlling the flight was. It was weird, this time I could feel things. I felt the texture of the chair, and I could feel gravity. It was weird flying around, because I kept spinning around and whatnot. I felt sick.
After I flew through the roof, which had a similar texture as the chair, I wanted to try something else. So I landed back in my room, and tried to get a chick to walk in. I could see her shadow walking down the hall, and I saw her walk through my room into the ensuite (which I had in my dream). And I saw her lie down on my bed, waiting for me. But when I tried to climb in with her I woke up.
Now why is that? And why does that keep happening. I seem unable to dream about sex. It's not fair. I want a good sex dream! Is it because it's been so long, that I forgot what a woman looks like. Is it because the only woman I know in that way equates to pain, and I'm subconciously shutting her out? I need to get with someone else. For the sake of my sanity. But that's not to say I'm desperate, or that any relationship I enter is based only on sex. All I'm saying is; I forgot what sex is like.
I'm Elliott Scott, signing off
I was just reading about Jewish slurs. Some are pretty odd... some are really bad. Here are the ones I remember:
HEEB. From the word Hebrew
KYKE. A Yiddish word meaning self-hating Jew, but now used by non-Jews for any Jew.
BAGEL F*CKER. Because we can't resist the urges.
OVEN DODGER. This is a Brittish one. Not nice at all.
I was gonna put more up, but I didn't want to offend anyone. But I couldn't resist these:
APPLE. A white term for black people, because apples hang from trees.
CONVICT. An Australian, that's the worst they had. Pretty tame.
FJORD NIGGER. An Alaskan.
PUSH START or DOT HEAD. An Indian, or anyone wearing a Bindi
I'm Elliott Scott, procrastinating, and signing off
You know how I changed my email address? It was cuz of all the junkmail. Anyway, I still check it from time to time, just in case someone sends me something. Well today I got an email from a friend of mine... or at least I thought I did. Actually it was spam, using that email address. The stupid email tried to download something onto the computer, I dunno; it was an .exe file, so it didn't work. (For those who don't know, Mac doesn't run .exe files)
But that's pretty low isn't it? Posing as a friend of mine. How can it do that? Does it read my emails, and pick out words that I'd be likely to read? Is that possible? At any rate it's well done. But can't they use the powers for good instead of evil?
Oh well
I'm Elliott Scott, signing off
I had another semi-lucid dream. This one wasn't intended. And it's pretty naughty, so I'll leave out those bits.
I can't remember exactly how it started, but I went to go see someone. A girl. And I'm not sure who she is, she's sort of a combination of a lot of chicks I've liked. I dunno.
Anyway, I get her fired from work and a whole long story, that is a pure dream, I'm not aware I'm dreaming yet.
It's only when we start 'getting it on' that I become aware it's a dream. I guess my clue was that this sorta thing NEVER happens, so it had to be a dream. So I'm now aware I'm dreaming. And I'm caressing her body. Nice. But the problem is: because it's a combination of past loves I know where each part of her comes from. And I'm psycho-analysing my dream as I'm having it. It's f*cked up.
The whole point of this blog is: I am getting closer. I am now able to be aware that I'm dreaming, but I still can't change things. In my dream last night I didn't realise it was a dream, and then have sex with a chick, I had sex with a chick, which was my clue that I was dreaming. What a crap life.
Actually, it's funny, I went back to sleep after I woke from my semi-lucid sex dream, and had another dream. I was in a resturant with Linus actually, telling him about this day I had. Which was the SLS dream I just had. Only I didn't realise it was a dream. I told him the whole story, except for the nudey bits, and all about the strangeness of it all. But I forgot that it was lucid. Odd.
I'm Elliott Scott, signing off
AIM
To induce lucidity in test subject.
EQUIPMENT
1x Test Subject
2x Pillow
1x Bed
0x Girlfriend to stop such madness
INGREDIENTS
1x Jar of HOT salsa
1x Large bag of corn chips
3x James Boags Beer
2x Dill Pickles
4x Mylanta tablets
RESULTS
SEMI-SUCCESS! The subject had two types of dreams:
1. Weird dreams involving a mix of the past. His memory of certain places and events was jumbled together to create a semi-fightening dream.
2. Semi-lucidity. The test subject became aware of his dream, but was unable to change anything. He became aware of being in a dream, but was trapped in being still. When he moved he woke up. This happened twice.
ANALYSIS
Lucidity seems to be possible, and with further experiments and development, true licidity may be possible. and not just something dreams are made of (ha ha hah).
CONCLUSION
As suggested by a colleague, further research involving different foodstuff must be conducted.
I'm in the editing suite. I swore I'd never step foot in them again. Working on a movie about a panda costume. But it's ok. So far, so good. But its only 11.44.... and I've got all night.
AND the reason I don't upload LARGE photo's is simple; I only have a 10MB storage space on Flickr, who is the image server, so I need to keep the images small. Ok schmuxedo....???
A short post tonight. But I'm gonna get bored, so there will probably be more.
I'm Elliott Scott, signing off... for now.
PS. TAHOMA's where the heart is.
Hey.
It's 3.00am, I'm not tired. I might as well tell you guys (my legions of fans) about my latest experiment. I'll try to set it out in the way we had to do experiment reports in high school. Problem is, I can't remember. Bare/Bear with me...
AIM
The aim of this experiment is to induce lucid dreaming. In which the subject is able to control the outcome of his dreams.
EQUIPMENT
1x Crazy person (test subject)
1x Bed
2x Pillow
0x Girlfriend to stop such a stupid plan
INGREDIENTS
4x Large Dill Pickles
6x Artichoke hearts
2x Cheese Singles
2 DOZ Olives
50g Feta Cheese
100g Rasberry Sorbet
Left over Chinese food
PREDICITION
Hopefully the ingredients will combine in the subjects stomach in a way which increases the likelihood of lucid dreaming.
RESULTS
Information pending.
I had ONE lucid dream before. It was cool. I was running away from Agents ala. Matrix. And suddenly I became aware I was in a dream. In the movie "Waking Life", which about lucid dreams... the signs of dreaming is not being able to turn on a light three times, and digital clocks are screwed up. In the Matrix dream I checked the clock and it was all scrambled. I instantly realised it was a dream and everything changed.
I had the power to do whatever I wanted. What did I do? I flew around! It was AWESOME!
Hopefully it will work again. I want do something else...
Goodnight. I'm Elliott Scottnolife, signing off.
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RESULTS
It was found that contrary to popular belief, consuming mass amounts of pickled foods and cheese did not effect the subjects sleeping. Furthermore it did not induce a lucid dream, as was expected. The effects of the pickled foods on the subject can be placed into this simple formula:
( P + E ) - G = CFI
P = Pickles
E = Elliott
G = Girlfriend
CFI = Complete F*cking Idiot
CONCLUSION
Despite the legend of pickles giving people nightmares, this did not happen in this experiment.
FURTHER RESEARCH
Further investigation needs to be done in this VERY important area of science. This experiment was only performed once. It contained many variables; how tired the test subject was, the amount of pickled foods consumed (too much, too little), the length of sleep, the presence/absense of a girlfriend, the lack of common sense.
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DISCLAIMER
Kids, stay in school. Drugs are bad. Elliott is a loser, don't do anything he does. He has no life.
I'm Elliott Scott, signing oph.
DESIGNOSAURUS-REX
I can't take credit for this. Either Linus or Will created this. Well, actually it had already been done. They just said it in class. And actually it was just Designosaur. But my pitiful efforts of adding '...us-rex" is hardly worth a mention.
I ES S O
On the way home from the beach we pass by a home with two people standing out the front. A mother, who isn't that unattractive, and her kid.
My friend L****** says: "F*ck, she's alright isn't she?" (referring to the daughter) "Oh shit, it's a guy!?"
HA HA HA.
PS. It wasn't Linus, in case you were wondering.
Yeah, i just watched "She's All That" again. I unfortunately love that movie. Don't laugh! You do too...
ANYWAY... I was thinking about it. And I've decided; yeah, I am in love with Laney Boggs. For those of you who don't know, and couldn't figure it out based on what I've already said; Laney is the character played by Rachael Leigh Cook in 'She's All That'. You know the one... the 'ugly' art student with glasses, who turns into the little hottie walking down the stairs in slow-motion. I love slo-mo. It makes everything better. Except perhaps slo-mo of me getting shocked. I look dumb.
BACK TO THE POINT... Laney. Im not talking about the character, but rather who she represents. I realise thats a pretty deep concept for such a shallow movie... but I don't think im crazy... well... maybe.
So who is she? She's the beautiful girl that no-one notices. She's the smart girl. She's the artistic one. She likes to think for herself. She's independant... but she's also lonely. She doesn't get much attention from the guys.
Im not sure if the point of the movie was to say that everyone is Laney Boggs... that deep down we want to be noticed for who we are. I didnt really get that... well i did, but I saw it more as LOOK for Laney. She's out there... you just need to notice her. Don't wait for prince charming (as Laney was doing) find Laney (as Zac did)..
BUT the whole point of Laney Boggs-ism is that you never will notice her. She isn't the girl you notice. Even if you're forced to work with her everyday you still won't realise that she's beautiful.
So what do you do? I dunno. Give up. Join a cult and drink lots of Gatorade while wearing Nike shoes.
If you're out there Laney... and reading this...
Im ES signing off.
I was talking to my mom the other day; my brother had just gotten a tongue ring. And she was confused to why.
"Why would anyone want a tongue ring? No-one ever see's it. It has NO use..."
I didn't say anything. I just stared at her with a 'think about it' look. Several seconds went by.
She giggled and walked away.
I stayed up till 5.00am the other night watching this great show on minimalism sculpture. WOW. it was amazing. some of the stuff was really cool. lots of it was really big and impressive, but the actual construction was poorly done. but i think thats called post-minimalism; where the material is appreciated.
ANYWAY.. the best thing on the show was a piece called "The Meeting" by um
So. As far as art theory goes from last night, i sorta agree with the POST-MODERN sorta things of life. What I mean is; I think I'm a post-modern sorta guy. Randomly quoting all sorts of things. Never having my own thoughts, everything is a cliche.
So why then, do I STRIVE for this? And I certainly do. I want cliche's of life. Are they good? Not all. I want to be mugged in the New York subway system. Why? Cuz that's something that i think everyone SHOULD experience. Which is insane. But then I also want to run towards a long-lost lover in slow-motion in a feild of flowers. Does everyone have these desires? Are they a product of growing up around, with and in movies???
I dunnno.... I don't really have anything to say. Thanks for reading.
Im Elliott Scott, signing off.
Hey. Thanks for taking the time to read this so called 'blog'.
I don't really have much to say, now that I've been put on the spot. I just want someone to hear this. Even though it's really nothing. But isn't that why people do this anyway? They want to be heard.
So, I guess the purpose of this blog is to tell some jokes, share some laughs, and all the etceteras. But I have a feeling it's gonna be either a lot of me whinging about crap, or I'll never post a new message again. Either way, it's a good waste of time, for both me and you.
Well thus concludes POST #1 of the Mondayne Web Log.
I'm Elliott Scott, signing off.
