So, what has happened since a nonstop assault of rock'n'roll led to those gorgeous dreams down below? More shenanigans with the boys from Velvet Revolver? Jack Black, myself and Animaniacs going back in time to aggravate some cavemen?

Actually, I've only had one more dream since then. Well, one I can remember anyway. It involved a Queen reunion concert at yet another Live Aid concert, which heated up to Jimmy Page, a violin bow, an electric guitar and about five minutes of HELL YES!

Since then, not much going on. Actually, lots going on, but I'll talk about them at a later date.

....You know what I feel like? An adventure. Something random. Just hop on a train and go wherever it takes me.

...As long as it's not Birmingham.

As Sam likes to call them: "Postcards From Inside LadyMercury's Head"


I had a dream in which Velvet Revolver released a new video that was spliced with the TV show Lost. Then Scott got eaten by a land-walking shark and everyone had to go rescue him.
…And then Han Solo blew up a hotel, but that’s probably because I watched “A New Hope” last night.

DREAM II

The dude from Lost (John Locke) was a guitar legend, and he had a TV series like Surviving Nugent. Anyhoo, I was in his “class” and had to meet his standards for being an awesome rhythm guitarist.

At the end of the season, he read out all our scores to the class. A couple failed, some barely passed. When he came to me he said my technique was mediocre but that I was probably the last greatest rhythm guitarist the world would ever see…

Then there was applause, and we turn around and Velvet Revolver is there! To the adoring fans screaming, they said “We’ll take care of it” and proceeded to rock out.
And then Duff carried me around on his shoulders….

Yes, nice dream

DREAM III

I think I was a student in some old American high school. It was 1975, and A Night At The Opera had just come out. I think I was a bit of a rebel, cos when I walked into the classroom and some girl started dissing Freddie Mercury, I decked her good. And then I sat next to Jack Black, apparently my best friend and fellow Queen fan because he had a scrapbook filled with pictures he took of Freddie (some of which where CLEARLY from the 1980s ).

Then we got into a shouting match with the teacher (who was Christopher Lloyd) and then suddenly we jumped on our desks and did a rendition of Tenacious D’s ‘Tribute,’ complete with invisible drums and acoutics!!

And then we ditched school and hopped on a cartoon car to catch a train filled with kidnapped Baby Looney Tunes that were gonna be dipped in DIP (anyone who’s seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit will know what I’m talking about!).

………What in the everloving hell is up with my subconscious?

Because, damnit, there are some things you feel like sharing with anyone and everyone....

I think I’ve always dreamed about you.

You make me weep with your light. You’re everything I want to be. I dream about you holding me and my soul flies.

Is this love? Really and truly? Is it supposed to hurt like this? Is it supposed to make me so happy?

And is it supposed to be this impossible? The reality kicks in, that there is no way I could ever have you. But the dreaming, however hurtful and wilful, isn’t it always better than reality? Dreaming of you, I am taken to a place where no one can hurt me. Where it is just you and me. Where you always comfort me and make me forget all my troubles.

I feel so blessed to know you, really. It’s just that I feel so strongly for you, and there is no way you can ever feel the same for me. And there is no way you can ever know.

And that’s that, isn’t it?

….

Syd Barret (1946-2006)

GODDAMNITSONOFAMONKEYCRACKWHORE WHY?!!?!

This sucks.

Ah man. I've only had this journal for less than....some time and already I've abandoned it.

I don't know why I can't keep online journals. Hell, I don't keep RL journals. The only journal I've actually updated on a regular basis was the one I kept during a school trip to Florence. But damnit to hell, there's only so much teenage angst a poor little notebook can take.

At any rate, hooray for summer! And hooray for the World Cup! There's gonna be a party in Europe today, either in Paris or Rome. I'm just happy it's not here. The locals in our neighbourhood can get disturbingly lairy during the football season Oo.

Anyway, methinks I shall watch the last part of the final match today. The last part meaning the ceremony for the winners. Whenever people ask me which team I root for, I always say "The one who wins." This time, I hope that the French team wins. I remember that they got a raw deal at the last World Cup for being booted out so early in the game.

And I can't say I'm sad that Brazil got kicked out this time around. They ALWAYS win. It's a bit predictable nowadays. Maybe this'll humble them something.

....Now how did I end up rambling about football?

Just got back from the gym.

.....

The thought of going comatose on my bed seems very loverly right now.

ACK! The rice!!!

...Okay, the rice is fine. My wibbly legs, on the other hand....

We had a house guest come over yesterday. A friend of a friend of my sister's, come to cloudy little Bournemouth for a job interview. The dude was cool. Didn't recoil in abject horror at my choice of clothing (old tattered Queen t-shirt), choice of television programming (Cinderella II) or the music in my iPod (if I have to tell you that, you haven't been paying attention!).

My sister, being the perfect host she is, insisted that the dude slept in my bedroom. That meant having to get down there and actually clean it. I mean, CLEAN it. That involved making it look as good as it did when we moved in. The involvment included: taking the vacuum cleaner under my bed and closet, emptying all the crap on my drawers, changing the sheets and pillow cases and installing a extremely girlish lamp next to the bed so it would look nice.

I even lit candles to make it smell purty. Yum.

But he was a nice bloke. I didn't talk to him much, but we did a mean whistling rendition of 'The Sound of Music.' My sister walked in on us and declared us both insane.

Right now, just waiting for 'The O.C' to start. Yes, I watch it. It's one of my guilty pleasures, as well as Hollyoaks.

I shall now pause so y'all can finish laughing.

......

Done yet?

.....

All right then.

Seeing as I don't have classes tomorrow, I'm going to stay up and watch 'Lost.' And yes, I spoil myself on their website on a daily basis, but I like to know these things. It prepares me to be sad. I actually cried while watching the episode where Charlie nearly died (I'm attached to former Hobbits).

Well, starting the show in ten minutes. Must go get ice cream out of the freezer.

Just one question: why is it raining horribly in May? The rains are reserved for April, damnit!