Apoptygma Berzerk
It's been a while (it always is), and I've been in Japan, back again, and maybe on my way to Japan a second time--Kyoto, this time, for work. Just posting a brief update of my mental state:
I've had three apocalyptic dreams in the past two weeks (a sign of the times... or at least, a sign of the sorry state of my mind in these sorry times). In the first, I was in what, for the dream's purposes, was meant to be Jerusalem, atop a hill looking over the city. The hill had a large building on it built in an A-frame style, with a large glass wall across one face. We had done something...something mystical, I think. We thought it would be for the betterment of the city or something, but the end result was a massive swirling of clouds spiraling around the city, although the city at all times had a large, clear, blue circle of sky directly over it.
I remember seeing poorly defined shapes rising out of and over the clouds, looking in through the circle at the city. One was a many-headed dragon wearing cumulo-nibus crowns atop each head -- in the dream, I remember thinking "that must be tiamat" -- each neck was thin and whispy, and the "heads" we largely shapeless. A three-headed dog-thing and a massive centaur were also visible in the shapes peering in. The dog's heads were all equally indistinct, being bulky masses of cloud rather than well-defined shapes. The heads were snapping back and forth independently, and one would bark out a thunderous burst of something--smoke, cloud, thunder--rhythmically, like the droning pulse of an oarmaster on a slave barge. on a 4/4 time scheme, the rhythm was pause-pause-beat-beat, and a choir of high voices began to come into the sounds of chaos that were starting to swarm through the city... the choir clearly came from above, though, not from the city... voices chanting something along the lines of "the horses of hell are riding again" over and over again in a musical rhythm, with the thunderdrone of the dog serving as the final punctuation to the litany. I remember that some of the people with me went insane, started screaming, and I gathered the people I knew and took them inside the building, shutting the door, although because the wall was glass, we could still see well enough, and we could hear, only slightly muted, the chanting continuing outside. I forced myself awake sometime around there, and I don't know the rest of the dream.
That's the end... Remind me to describe the dream in which I felt myself dying. That was a stinker, I tells ya.
Listening: Apoptygma Berzerk's 7 (current track: Blood Red)
Reading: Apocalypse Culture, volume 2. Edited by Adam Parfrey.
Watching: Battle of the Planets DVD rereleases from Rhino. The DVDs contain the original Gatchaman episodes as well.
Drinking: Nothing. I feel sick. I had gyoza with shrimp in them, and my stomach is churning and roiling at the foul insectoid intruder in my intestines. Don't tell me they're crusteceans, either. the little fucks are insects as far as the reptilian lump at the base of my brain is concerned.
Playing: Golden Sun for the Game Boy Advance. It launches next week. Support it. Support me. It's my first real work at Nintendo, and I'm proud of it, rough bits and all. I wish I'd had another week for rewrites, though. Always too damned rushed. Should have a better schedule with my next title. (not telling!!)
It's been a while (it always is), and I've been in Japan, back again, and maybe on my way to Japan a second time--Kyoto, this time, for work. Just posting a brief update of my mental state:
I've had three apocalyptic dreams in the past two weeks (a sign of the times... or at least, a sign of the sorry state of my mind in these sorry times). In the first, I was in what, for the dream's purposes, was meant to be Jerusalem, atop a hill looking over the city. The hill had a large building on it built in an A-frame style, with a large glass wall across one face. We had done something...something mystical, I think. We thought it would be for the betterment of the city or something, but the end result was a massive swirling of clouds spiraling around the city, although the city at all times had a large, clear, blue circle of sky directly over it.
I remember seeing poorly defined shapes rising out of and over the clouds, looking in through the circle at the city. One was a many-headed dragon wearing cumulo-nibus crowns atop each head -- in the dream, I remember thinking "that must be tiamat" -- each neck was thin and whispy, and the "heads" we largely shapeless. A three-headed dog-thing and a massive centaur were also visible in the shapes peering in. The dog's heads were all equally indistinct, being bulky masses of cloud rather than well-defined shapes. The heads were snapping back and forth independently, and one would bark out a thunderous burst of something--smoke, cloud, thunder--rhythmically, like the droning pulse of an oarmaster on a slave barge. on a 4/4 time scheme, the rhythm was pause-pause-beat-beat, and a choir of high voices began to come into the sounds of chaos that were starting to swarm through the city... the choir clearly came from above, though, not from the city... voices chanting something along the lines of "the horses of hell are riding again" over and over again in a musical rhythm, with the thunderdrone of the dog serving as the final punctuation to the litany. I remember that some of the people with me went insane, started screaming, and I gathered the people I knew and took them inside the building, shutting the door, although because the wall was glass, we could still see well enough, and we could hear, only slightly muted, the chanting continuing outside. I forced myself awake sometime around there, and I don't know the rest of the dream.
That's the end... Remind me to describe the dream in which I felt myself dying. That was a stinker, I tells ya.
Listening: Apoptygma Berzerk's 7 (current track: Blood Red)
Reading: Apocalypse Culture, volume 2. Edited by Adam Parfrey.
Watching: Battle of the Planets DVD rereleases from Rhino. The DVDs contain the original Gatchaman episodes as well.
Drinking: Nothing. I feel sick. I had gyoza with shrimp in them, and my stomach is churning and roiling at the foul insectoid intruder in my intestines. Don't tell me they're crusteceans, either. the little fucks are insects as far as the reptilian lump at the base of my brain is concerned.
Playing: Golden Sun for the Game Boy Advance. It launches next week. Support it. Support me. It's my first real work at Nintendo, and I'm proud of it, rough bits and all. I wish I'd had another week for rewrites, though. Always too damned rushed. Should have a better schedule with my next title. (not telling!!)
