In my dream last night, there was an ongoing theme, something about a little boy, and I believe he was lost, but the thing is that the scenes changed very drastically. I remember dense fog, seeping through the eucalyptus; the family I believe already gave up for the time on finding the boy, it was already night time. It seems that recently magic has been a part of my dreams, which is interesting; I usually have such mundane dreams. This time I could hear him I suppose, as he was the fog, and I started singing into the fog.

Of course then the scene changed to a day scene at a farm, theoretically still the same place. Here’s an interesting catch, I haven’t had an intense dog nightmare in some time now. In fact when I do have a dream with a remote flavor of it, all I see is a larger feral or something in the distant field from my dad’s house, with patches of lupines (the weed/flower) all in the field. (Short fact for the clueless as to why I’m making a note of this, most females going to my dad’s house or at least in the family have dreams of dogs, or bears, my sister had more bears, I get both.)

So this time, I somehow find the boy on my own, coming out from the fog into this sunny farm land. He is in the far corner of the field, and is lying in the weeds; he was attacked by a dog, the kind that lock-jaws, but he wasn’t bitten because instead, I was. I fought the dog, which is out of the ordinary….because in all my dog dreams I end up petrified and attempt to dash to my dad’s house with them hot on the tail to jump in on me.( usually these are also sleep paralysis dreams now that I think about it) So this time my arm is chomped, and somehow, I kill the dog, or the dog releases me, either way, the dog just vanishes.

I go down into the farm, calling out for the eldest woman, a grandma figure, even I called her grandma, but she wasn’t my grandma, I didn’t even belong there. We head back down the path and are confronted by a bear (go figure) and I think a deer, or something of that sort, a cannibal deer, it didn’t look friendly. I growled at the bear, very bear like myself, it looked small, but it didn’t take any crap. So I pulled out a flint gun and shot it in the air about three times in the next sequence in order to walk to the boy. The people vanished, it was just me. I kneeled by the boy, he was not breathing, but when I touched him on his right wrist, he was warm and he opened his eyes.

My friend Ross helped me out awhile ago; he bought me nearly 50 dollars worth of paint. Can you see the tears in my eyes of delight? I accurately CANNOT commit to memory the last time I had fresh tubes of paint (that were not the dimensions of my pinky)

I've hauled down Izzy's painting as the foremost of the soon to be disintegration into the territory of unfinished projects. So far I am in progress on the actual detailing of the skin, clothing and the "staff". However, the lizards may take some time for me to arrange properly, being that smaller work is more problematical when not using watercolor. So his will most likely be completed first but that is merely because recently I have been brooding over a theme modification in it.

Gia’s has been completely redone, as that is bothers the crap out of me in perfect honesty. I didn’t completely contemplate my faulty perception; my concept art is always a good deal more exciting than the tangible piece. (Damn my perfectionism, it is the mischievous brownie inside me.) <--If you didn’t get that hidden joke, man, you should read up on faeries more.
I want to make her painting reflect the other she would have hanging next to it, but at the same time, I haven't really bothered with traditional technique in so long, that it may prove difficult.

The others I don’t want to handle to a certain extent... I have my ex Tor's to finish, and most likely, I may never give it to him. Every time I work on it, I get a little down thinking about it's meaning to me, but also, I'm afraid to mess it up, because I have a very strict image of it in my mind. I have a few amendments in store for one that I started on new years, and the lone naked fairy, one of my first paintings just needs the small details.

Recently, I pulled out two more paintings, and finished one, starting the other...I have no idea why I never finish my work, I just constantly work on all of the pieces when I feel most connected/interested in it.

I'm leaving this area in a few months, so if anyone of my friends did want their painting, I have to finish it. Gia's first, maybe Tor's...Izzy's I am going to keep I think.

Oh how I just *love* javascript that never actually seems to work when you use it. Anyways, this is a response to the question "If money were not an issue, would you have major plastic surgery on any part of your face or body?"

Distinguish that when I am considering the possibility of plastic surgery, it is not for the run of the mill female reasoning, coming from the effect of low self-esteem, but more for a prospect to modify myself in a more original way than a scarification, tattoo, or piercing could do. Ever since I was in about 6th grade, I wanted to put aside money for my purpose. Why would someone as neat as me want it? I mean, I have no reason for it, and it’s a waste of money, right?

Well, prepare yourself for either the lamest thing you have ever read, or the nerdiest, I really care not which you, fair reader choose to take it. I've always had a desire for elf ears, I'm not even joking. I've thought about it for years, and I know it would most likely not be of assistance with hearing, and I am not certain if that would even work in the industry to ask for it.

I remember telling a few friends, that I wanted to get modified ears, and live far from town, only being seen when I needed to buy something or some silly concept such as that. Regardless of the absurdity to even post a response to the question, I felt that this would be an entertaining blog for a initial time on the site.