kybearfuzz: (Grizzly 3)
Work has been a bit of a bear lately, and not in a good way. I've been trying to work out regularly and spending many evenings trying to get back into a creative mindset. Forcing creativity doesn't really work, in case you've never tried it. It reminds me of when folks ask for a cartoon, but gives me no details of what they want. It sounds like freedom, but the worry about what they want stifles your brain.

I've been working on Issue 26 of my comic, but the story has been very slowly coming along. I think the plot is a decent one, but the details leave me lingering if it could be better. Along with working on Christmas card designs, I also have a co-worker retiring on Dec 14, so I need to spend a bit of time this weekend working on her retirement gift, which is a cartoon of her. At this point, I have no idea what to draw for her.

The weather could be one of the issues. I love running outside with my headphones on as it allows my mind to roam and ideas sometimes comes to me that way. It's been cold and rainy of late, so I've not been running outside much. Running at the gym isn't the same as there's often eye-candy there to distract me (not that I'm complaining about THAT).

I'm hoping for a bit of a "Eureka" moment this weekend.
kybearfuzz: (Dreaming)
I had this dream on Sunday morning and took notes so I could post this later. I was in college and the theme centered around the possession of a specific item. It looks like around stress ball with a folded opening that would leak. It like a piece of ripe fruit, but it wasn't food. If you were the owner of this item, at some point the space you occupied, like a room, with fill up with the dead, zombie like figures that looked like people.

I was a member of the band, playing the guitar, and one of my bandmates was an owner of this item. It appears that there was more than one item, because others also had it. The dead would not attack you or try to eat you, they would just fill up the space you were in until you were overwhelmed and crushed. The dead looked like students with vacant eyes.

When they would appear, you had to get around them and into another room or out of the house. They did not chase you, just appeared and stumbled toward you, so outrunning them was possible. In the dream, there was an older man with them who would speak. He spoke in rhyming riddles with dramatic, preaching tones, each one ending with the indication of a timeframe, i.e. before the next dawn, or as the sun rises again. His proclamations suggested that we had to hurry to do something or this will keep happening.

I was not the owner of this item, but I do remember holding onto it at one point, which may have made me susceptible to being overcome. I was thinking of ways to avoid them, like running outdoors where they could not overwhelm me in a confined space.

I recall the situation playing out like a movie, where these beings would also appear outside, like they were coming towards the house or a school building. They would come up stairs, and with mass flow through a doorway, sometimes spilling onto the floor.

There was not a specific event that woke me, or snapped me awake on Sunday morning, other than heartburn from over-eating the night before.
kybearfuzz: (Halo)
Last week, someone posted the following on Facebook:

what-if-when-you-die-the-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel-is-just-a-vaginaBeing raised as a Baptist, I was taught that this doesn't happen. I was told that when we die, we go to Heaven if we haven't danced, drank, swore, had sex outside of marriage, taken the Lord's name in vain, honored our parents no matter what they do, etc. Only good Baptists go to Heaven. I've met "good" Baptists and quite frankly they are not the folks I'd want to spend eternity with. As an adult, I've come to the conclusion that Heaven is for good people, not just "good" Baptists.

The idea of reincarnation is actually intriguing to me. While the pic is somewhat in jest, what if it were the truth? Would it make living this life more tolerable if you knew that the next life would or could be a reset button of sorts? And I haven't even addressed the idea that being good in this life would reward you in the next, an idea that seems common in most religions regardless of whether you believe in reincarnation.

I have seen psychics over the years at Renaissance fairs and most recent in Salem. Each of them have mentioned that I am an "old soul," telling me that this life was not my first go around. My mother has told me the same thing, that I always acted more mature than my age in some situations, even when I was little. I don't put a lot of stock into psychics as it's not like there is a training program for them, but I find it strange that I exhibit certain behaviors so the psychics can make the statements.

Pushing the idea a bit further, what if a past life influences your present one? Does it explain your likes and dislikes? I am very enamored with the early 1970's -- the culture, the clothes, etc. Being born in 1973, does that mean I was around just before that? I can't imagine I would have been so intrigued with this era if I had been an older person, so I must have been younger. If I was younger, what happened? A fall (explaining my fear of heights)? A snake bite (my dislike of snakes)?

Not that I really believe in this but I certainly don't discount the possibility. It is fun to think about though. I hope in my next life I'll be taller, with muscles, and a trust fund. :)

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