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Name: Toomb
Country: United States
State: Haunted Mansion
Gender: Female
Interests: All kinds of movies. Old ones, new ones, ect. I really love Tim Burtons Nightmare Before Christmas. That is the all time best movie. Also video games and comic books!..Anime is a must have too. Did I forget video games?? I live for games! XD
Expertise: Art!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/8/2004
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| This is an update! An update! An update!
I miss some of my Disney friends. 83
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| I have been in Disney in about a week today, and am now going to start a shift as the Icon Showkeeper and Disney Hollywood Studios (it use to be the MGM Studios, for you old fashioned folks). My roommates are all pretty nice. One is from the same college I got to, one from Georgia, Texas, New York, and Porto Rico. We ALL love to bust out in songs, so it's like watching Disney College Program: The Musical. The first few days are all training, where you have to attend Disney University (behind the Magic Kingdom) and go over Traditions and then classes in your field. Most are safty classes becase:
SafeD begins with me.
You get that line drilled into you, no matter WHAT posistion you are.
I did get to see under the Magic Kingdom one day, and see some....FRIENDS of characters.
I will contintue this later....
Peace out for now!
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| Get yourself into a Christmas mood!
I also wanted to show someone this song from the Crypt Keeper Christmas CD.
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| Writing these fragments down, because who knows when and where I need inspiration.
Over the last few weeks, I had odd snippits of dreams, no big epic event or strange terror. Just...odd segments.
OK, here is the one thing. I use dream journals for inspiration. I don't put that much stock in dreams (unlike some people who I've met around the place) but I have had some of the same dreams as my friend and my mother before. I mostly take dreams as an idle mind going through things you've seen or thought and pieceing them into a sort of brain cinema. Now the shared dreams, I have no explination for. Strange rare occurances that make me ponder over functions of thoughts...also I have had deja vu before. But it's the most boring weird crap in the world.
..People are going to think I'm weird. Pardon me while I go grumble about how I can't figure out how to make my facination with dreams not sound sane. BUT! These dream journals ARE here for my inspiration and memory.
One segment was like a fly around of New York, but often I would zoom in on people. The first group was a regular day at Sam's Club, a big store that serves bulk products. I watch a kid look on a fish tank with a bunch of tiny baby lobsters swimming around in it. Her cousin (I will just call him that because he looked like my Hunter/Fisher cousin) scoops around a handful and hands them to her. "Quick! Now walk out with them! Don't try to wiggle or they will catch you." He chuckles. The girl stuffs them into her shirt and walks to teh front, trying not to twitch as she passes the people stationed at the doors. With a whoop she makes it out to the parking lot, depositing the tiny pinching lobster/shrimp into a cooler. Sirens go off and she looks up, ignoring her cousin coming out to congraulate her.
It zooms back out, over New York. An outbreak has happened, and people are fleeing, a burn and sweep team has been sent in to get rid of the monsters. The view zooms in on an island off to the side. A woman stands, looking out, a zombie man next to her "If we stay here, we'll be safe." She assures the man. "But for how long." The zombie man glances over at the back of a huge mass, sitting in front of a televison that has an extintion chord running to who knows where. "...don't blame him..he was just a child..he can't help how they made him." The woman shakes her head. Someone some where was testing terrible experiments on children, turning them into hulking half human beasts. The zombie man shakes his head, going to sit and watch the main land. As he sits and stares off, bugs start to lazily swarm in around his mouth and eyes as he forces himself to breath. The last line before I woke was "Jerry. Don't breath."
I walked into a comic/ action figure shop, and behind the counter, a familar face stood. It kind of looked like my Comic Store guy..but it wasn't him. "Hey! i've got something to show you." He ushers me over with one hand, the other pulling out two action figures and placing them on the couner. The one nearest me was a robot that had a humanoidinsect shape with a scythe and mostly blue green. He had one near him was a gray robot with a sword. "Oh yeah. I have that game." I look at it. "You have not played like this! Pick it up." He grins. I do, holding it up and looking it dead in the red eyes. All the sudden I was standing in an old run down wood building inside the robot suit. "Cool, huh?" The comic man says. "Yeah!" I go running across the creaky floors, often casting glances at other players. I sometimes take a swipe at people, but run away if anyone showed me aggression. I lose a few times, re-spawing back to the start to run through again. I start to get ticked as I come across the comic man. "RAFOIE!" I yell and hold up my hand to cast a spell, but he stabs me through.
I pulls the doll down from my face, scowling at him. "Why did my spell not work? It works in the game." I huff. "That's not how you play." He snickers. "..then I don't want to play." I hand him the figure back. "Huh? Then...don't play!" "FINE!" "Fine!" I stomp off, glancing back at him, it appears I hurt his feelings, but I don't care. "..and you're not Buck!" Was my final comment.
Last night, I remember feeling bothered and sad. Other than that, all I remember is the breif dream I had when I rolled over and forgot that dream. It looked like a cacoon in the dark with a golden throbbing light that backlit it.
Nothing happened in that one. Pretty anticlamatic.
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| DREAM JOURNAL!
...this took place AFTER AF called me and woke me up. XP
Well...I was like in this odd almost wharf like setting. I could see the see through what appeared to be a porch made out of the dark wood. Posters and tvs were everywhere. There were people hanging out everywhere, and one told me I won a chance to be on a show. I went to the room, where a famous guy was waiting for me. I went inside, but everywhere was cabinets and glass cases filled with weapons and junk. The walls had all sorts of shapes jutting out. The man laughed and locked the door, skin slowly turning light blue. I blink, then dodge behind a case, looking back out again, seeing someone clad in black leather..with breasts underneath the tight suit. I suppose I was expecting a man. "What the..you have BOOBS? You're a girl!" I stand up, complaining. "What did you expect?" She sounds incredulous, with a pony tail. "You have something I want, and I will have it. Her arms turn into blades that shoot out at me. I dodge, blinking as some grenades that rolled out of a case. She lashes out again, and I pull the pin and stick a grenade on the end. She cusses loudly as she realizes this to late and I blow off her arm. I pick up the other grenades, and run. She keeps lashing out with her one arm. I throw the rest by her feet and she laughs, "You really think that will work again?" She steps through the smoke. "No, it was a distraction!" The other I threw blew the door off. I make a run for it, heading out yelling. "SOME ONE ELSE STOP HER! I GOTTA GO PEE!" Suddenly, I was heading back, and saw people lined up around the door. "..what happened?" I asked. "Someone else came and got her." They reply, she gets dragged out by her hair by a man who's face I can't see....
The end.
What a cliff hanger! Not really...how boring. I wish I could draw the settings. That was some nutty stuff.
I don't know why I couldn't take the girl more seriously. Dreams are funny like that I suppose...
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