decisions...decisions...

barreling through mail and messages to get to Rayborn's stuff...and I have a major decision to make:

I have two options to move my "Enhancing Ritual Through Sacred Dance" workshop to:

Saturday at 3:30pm in a small-size room --9 other events happening --no other dance onces

Sunday night at 7pm in a large-size room --4 other events happening, seems to be one other dance one (looks to be Luna in fact)

I'm thinking Saturday may be better...will mill it over more...
details if you want 'em.

prophetic dreams

I have this neat thing happening, and it may have been happening for a while, but the difference is my schedule (reading daily vs. reading weekly) and not seeing these people so regularly. I'll dream about a client...and the next day or so, they'll call or email. (yes CD., I dreamed about you last night...and your family...and you said you still weren't sleeping well, so I went through your house and cleaned the rooms surrounding your bedroom, and it did the trick...then I think we went shopping....really!) I'm more amused than anything else. I wake up and go, well, I guess I'll be seeing X on Friday. And then yeap. There they are.

But does that mean the whole dream sequence is prophetic? Right before I woke up this morning, Keith and I were like camping out on a beach, definitely a California beach cause there were talllll cliffs behind us. I looked up, and this huge killer whale comes flying out over the cliff (from the land), and I could tell it wasn't going to make it into the ocean, and sure enough, it crashed into the rocks, and somehow managed by gravity to roll down into the ocean where it lay still on its side. We all go running to see if the whale is OK, and somehow, it turns out the whale is actually some sort of military ship with 3 men in it (stunned, but OK). Then came the helicopters. So much for military intelligence...dropping a whale out of the sky.

There was a tooth dream in there too somewhere.

more from the past

So last night, after I got off the computer and into bed, I thought for a bit, and I realized a few things about myself. The people that have been truly long-lasting in my life are usually artistic and intellectual in some degree. Refined, or rough, it's the smart wits and taste for the unusual that does it. And that was definitely hard to find in South Carolina. I'm not surprised that most people I knew in high school aren't online, or even ppl from grammar school back in NJ...there's a certain mentality to the general lot of them that just makes them mirrors...no depth, no consciousness, no questioning.

And so tonight I looked up another friend from high school, Eric Martens. Eric was an interesting guy in high school. If Columbine had happened when I was in high school, he would have been the one everyone would steer clear of. He wasn't really goth and I don't think anyone actually picked on him (Dutch Fork was way too new at that point)...he wore an army green trenchcoat, boots, and occassionally did things to his hair (which in SC crazy terms means, I think he put some bleached streaks in it...wild eh?). He was a quiet, cyncial, under-achieving smart-ass. He wrote some great, twisted poetry, and probably a more than a few manifestos. He got like 1550 on the SAT's, and yet was near flunking out of school. I made him the subject of my AP ART Honors project. Why? Well, the coffee cup thing wasn't working out (I had an obsession for coffee cups, but about this time, my system started to reject coffee, violently), and Eric was a really interesting looking person. I forgot how that all came to be. It was an interesting, platonic friendship...we even went to senior prom together (well, I couldn't exactly go with Keith then...). He sent me a few letters at RISD that made me ponder if he thought more of our friendship (there were smatterings of French). I think that's the way with a lot of high school friendships...no one tells you how they really feel...it's just not that stage of life to be open and willing to suffer the consequences (is any time?). It was a strange friendship too...and I really mean platonic, nothing physical whatsoever, no attraction, no confusions...he didn't have a license, so I go and pick him up in my mom's explorer to drive into Columbia for art openings and stuff. I really can't imagine there being much room for error here, but you never know, I guess.

Anyway, it looks like he's been into experimental music, though this page is 4-5 years out of date. Will have to listen and see what's up. I'm not really surprised actually. I think I actually remember him mentioning something about it...cause he asked about posting a pic I took of him...or was that a dream too? damn head.

So, that was Eric.