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Sagittarius Horoscope for week of September 8, 2011

The beauty contests in Saudi Arabia don't judge women on the basis of their physical appearance. A recent winner, Aya Ali al-Mulla, was crowned "Queen of Beautiful Morals" without ever revealing the face and form shrouded beneath her black head-to-toe garment. Instead, her excellence emerged during a series of psychological and social tests that evaluated her strength of character and service to family and society. I'd like to borrow this idea and apply it to you. According to my analysis of the astrological omens, you could and should be a paragon of moral beauty in the coming week -- a shining example and inspiration to all the other signs of the zodiac.


I'm having a hard time believing this one, as lately I've been carrying a lot of evil in my being. At least I don't act on it, but I fear my own anger and bloodlust. I had a nightmare Sunday/Monday about watching somebody I know getting killed. I know it was my mind playing tricks on me, but I dread what my own behavior would be like if I were in a situation where I know somebody is about to die from unjust actions and being in no position to stop it--yet being in a position to summarily avenge it.

All of a sudden I want a t-shirt that reads "I Reject Your America And Substitute My Own!"
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What happens when you build your dreams? REALLY build them? What does that do to what feels familiar?
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Yes, I dreamt...like I usually do.

And yes, finding meaning in my sleeping apparitions as they relate to my current life is pretty darned HARD.

I'm beginning to think that somebody is going to introduce William Gibson's APPARENT SENSORY PERCEPTION or "Simstim"TM technology soon. (See also the movie Brainstorm.) Because bits and pieces of my dream experiences seem far to fictitious to make sense as actual life-going-on. What is truly bizarre is that after an initial use of "sense actors" in the roles of character/"camera", the art moves to 100% artificial realities/machine generated content.

I recognize in some of these threads of consciousness in the dreams that I'm not myself...either I'm in character as somebody else, filling somebody else's vision of life...or I'm in a completely different "incarnation", with nothing that matches my own operational systems.

And again, I have this urgent need to wonder what it means. Am I a maker, or an addict? Do I redefine my life using the coming technology and media? Is using the media the way I survive what is to come? Am I too rooted in reality, or not enough?

I can't stay here forever. Hmmph.

FP
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Overnight/this morning I had another of my pop culture-related dreams.

A perverse form of car customization started in Scotland and spread worldwide thanks to a movie, or just a profile on Top Gear. Nostalgists were taking recent models of used cars and externally converting them into Beater lookalikes. Not to replicate specific models from the past, but to recreate the flavor of "good ol' days".

Let's use, as an example, a Mk I Ford Focus, from roughly six or seven years past. We remove the composite bumpers and replace them with squared-section metal ones ala the types from the VW Rabbit. The sleek headlamp arrangement would have to go, replaced with clunky quasi-chrome bezels housing round or square headlamps. The hood would be modified for air scoops and a blacked-out eggcrate grille. Turn signals in front would be in the shape of old rally spotlamps.

Fenders would be flared WAY WAY out to make use of extra-wide wheels and tires. The tires would be roughly the same kind as used on the pimped-out machines you see in America, but no fancy chrome wheels or spinning rims--the wheels themselves would be more utilitarian and likely light truck-based hardware. Loud, noisy exhaust pipes are a must for a machine of this custom as well.

In back, the stock taillamps would be replaced with the square, generic ones designed for use on trailer coaches. Again, the "organic" composite bumper would be replaced with a squared metal one.

Paint scheme would be calculated to evoke an old competition car from the small tracks scene of the previous decades. Bold racing stripes and number graphics, plus dozens of repro sponsor decals, including some from defunct companies, fill out the motif.

Not much is done with the interior, although creature comforts may be tweaked one way or another.

I like the idea but won't do it to Moonshine. Yes, I do love my car pretty much as it is, and don't want to change anything.

FP
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From back in May:

Dream overnight: I'm climbing a ladder and reach the top, and try to see over to the other side, but I find that I'm NOT perched atop a ladder--I'm on a huge stack of books. They sway under me and I quickly and carefully find a safe path back to down to the floor. I manage to get back to solid deck without falling or toppling the stack.

Does this mean my attempt to go back to school this year will be a failure? Does this mean I should do something else?


And my time in school was a failure--but not necessarily a waste. I suppose I should put more trust in my dreams...I haven't lately and it's been rough on my world.
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Would the gal who was wearing the wedding dress in my dream overnight please get back to me? Thank you.
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I haven't seen Inception. I've had preminitions that came true, but only on relatively mundane things.
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CHUCK and Criminal Minds are the only dramatic shows I follow these days. I'd probably be a driver in a traffic jam, or filling balloons for a party scene.

If...?

Nov. 23rd, 2010 06:03 am
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If I am younger in my dreams than I am in real life, might it mean that I'm not dreaming of my own future, but someone else's? Or am I dreaming of the next world?
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In my mind I tell myself semi-ongoing stories, and try to unfold plotlines for future writing projects. It surprises me sometimes how often I get real ideas from the practice.
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Sagittarius Horoscope for week of October 7, 2010

This morning I had to interrupt my meditation on your horoscope. I'd studied the astrological configurations and said my usual prayer, asking for guidance to come up with the oracle you need most. But nothing had occurred to me yet, and it was time to leave the house for an appointment. As I closed the door behind me, I was still in deep thought about you. Then my face hit something gauzy, and I pulled back. Overnight, a spider had spun a huge web spanning the entire porch frame. I'd knocked it a bit off-kilter, but it was still intact. "That's got to be an omen," I thought to myself as I stooped under it and continued on my way. An omen of what? A little voice in my head gave the answer: Sagittarius is ready to merge more directly with the great web of life.


Overnight I dreamt that I met myself. "Stephen Bierce! Don't be afraid, it's Stephen Bierce! I won't demand anything from you, and I don't care whether you demand anything from me..."

It would have been more interesting but the dream leapt ahead to a binge screening of the whole Iron Man saga--#5 was being released and somebody wanted to see the other four first before going to the theater.
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At this rate, another planet.
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At my age I'm rather too old to think in terms of dream occupations. But "somehow make a living off my intrinsic skills" would be a start.

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Aug. 3rd, 2010 06:51 pm
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I have not seen it yet myself, and seeing it will likely wait till the DVD is released.
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A month and a half before his death, I had This Vision of Michael Jackson's comeback. Now, I still haven't seen This Is It, but I doubt anything in that vision matches. Today my mind came back to "Did You Like My Song?"--as if it had been playing on a radio in the next room.

Describing the video as I am "seeing" it is rather daunting. There are several scene changes as the song plays out. In one, Michael is in the character of Sam Cooke in a setting witnessed by the writer of the companion book to the PBS series Rock N Roll--a Segregation-era basement bar, with Michael dressed to the nines, playing to fans who hadn't had time to change out of their work clothes. Then it's the far future, and he's walking a display hall in a museum, where costumes from his glory days' videos ("Rock With You", "Beat It", "Billy Jean"...both the Teenage Wolfman and Zombie costumes from "Thriller") hang in hallowed silence. Michael sings in a public restroom to his mirror's reflection...which becomes a hall of mirrors and suddenly there's a whole chorus of Michaels, all wearing a different costume. Then back to the basement bar, the show over, and Michael watching the crowd leave him.

There's no way I can believe this video happened. But part of my being knows this exists/would exist/is real in some sense, which is why I have to write about it now. MJ Lives. We just don't know it yet.
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NO--Thank goodness! World War Two only happened the one time, of course.
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It's WW2 and the protagonist is a young soldier on the Axis side (haven't figured out his nationality yet). He witnesses an attempt on Hitler's life when Herr Fuhrer "inspects the front"...and finds himself in so much trouble that he deserts and finds himself in a bombed-out village. He takes the identity of a university student killed by the bombing, goes to the school to hide among the other students, and tries to arrange an escape to a neutral country.

One thing he notices in the dead student's papers is the following conundrum: "Four out of five people believe in"--the paper being cut off before the end of the sentance. At the school, he finds the answer--and this spurs him to change his plans and behavior.

I have this weird feeling this movie already exists. Have my European buddies seen anything like it?
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I just read the news about Ford closing the Mercury marque at the end of this year.

So much for my pipe dream of them reviving the Capri as a more refined ponycar versus the Mustang.

I suppose I can realize this dream some other way...my own way.
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Sagittarius Horoscope for week of June 17, 2010

I wouldn't say that things are about to get darker for you. But they're definitely going to get deeper and damper and more complicated. I don't expect there to be any confrontations with evil or encounters with nasty messes, but you may slip down a rabbit hole into a twilight region where all the creatures speak in riddles and nothing is as it seems. And yet that's the best possible place for you to gain new insight about the big questions that so desperately need more clarity. If you can manage to hold your own in the midst of the dream-like adventures, you'll be blessed with a key to relieving one of your long-running frustrations.


Is it just me or do you smell cake too?
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I have some control in mine, but not a lot. My instinct tells me that the more control you have on them, the less you can learn from them.

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