FIRST DROP OF CRIMSON

Night Huntress World, Book 1
(a sexy spinoff from the Night Huntress series)
by Jeaniene Frost
release date: 02/09/2010

pre-order on Amazon Immortal Fiction

back cover description: 
The night is not safe for mortals. Denise MacGregor knows all too well what lurks in the shadows – her best friend is half-vampire Cat Crawfield – and she has already lost more than the average human could bear. But her family’s dark past is wrapped in secrets and shrouded in darkness – and a demon shapeshifter has marked Denise as prey. Now her survival depends on an immortal who craves a taste of her.

He is Spade, a powerful, mysterious vampire who has walked the earth for centuries and is now duty-bound to protect this endangered, alluring human – even if it means destroying his own kind. Denise may arouse his deepest hungers, but Spade knows he must fight his urge to have her as they face the demon nightmare together…

• read chapter one excerpt on her blog

August 29^th

I was in Vancouver. There was a layer of ash over everything. There was snow in the background, in the mountains.

September 1^st

I was living next to an odd river. I was upset it was fake. It was somewhere up north. I went into the river, it had no water. They always turned off the water in the Fall. I was standing in it, when suddenly someone turned on the water again. I was stuck in the river. There was a child following me.

September 6^th

I was in a strange mall. I wanted to get a camera. It was a Canon and it folded up to be tiny and could be carried on a key ring, but still had all the available features.

September 7^th

I was stuck in a mall. I couldn’t leave. One of the stores was closing down, so I stole something. There was a priest there. My car fell off a bridge into the water. I saw the word horseman.

September 13^th

I was on a boat. There was a swamp we were going through. There were weird animals in the swamp, including a huge snake. I had to meet some strange man named Richard at a coffee shop.

September 15^th

I was at a school reunion. Things were strange, I got lost. Every store was having a huge sale. Staci, a girl from school, had become a missionary. Suddenly, I was at a water park. I had to walk over a huge hole full of water to get to the rides. There was a couple that kept insisting that Ted Kennedy was still alive.

September 16^th

I was with a strange, unknown woman. We were both looking at a map of North America. We were looking at places we thought should have waterfront property, creating floods. We were concentrating on the North. There was a judge living with her son in that area, for some reason we thought it should be flooded.

September 20^th

I was in a mall in Washington DC, with another girl. She was modeling clothes. We were trying to steal tea. Suddenly, I was with Laura Bush. She was talking about her kayak that could fit in the bathtub. We were working on a calendar, I was walking a dog. The dog was trying to eat a poisonous plant, I wouldn’t let him. I tried to eat the plant.

September 23^rd

I was at some sort of auditorium with Laura Bush, GW Bush and Obama. There was something wrong, something sad was happening. I was trying to help Laura Bush. I was showing her my cat.

September 26^th

I was standing on a hill, watching the sea. There were a lot of people on the beach, having fun. A huge wave came out of nowhere. People went into the water and drowned. There was a car in the water. It was like a toy and got swept out to sea.

September 29^th

I was in an airplane with a strange man who had wild brown hair and a wild beard. We were trying to get over the international dateline, but we were having problems.

October 3^rd

There was a man, somewhere in the Middle East, amongst Arabs. He was not Arabic. He was walking through a very poor village. He got in a small plane to pilot it, it crashed in water. He lived, but had too many secrets. He had a pill, took it, and died. He was in very shallow water.

October 9^th

I was riding a bike along the South American coast, something was wrong, the atmosphere was all weird and a hole opened up in the sky.

October 12^th

I was in Africa. There was terrible flooding. I was trying to get to places on a bus. People kept trying to get into my backpack and steal things.

October 26^th

I was looking at a floor, it was ruined by water and age. There was American money all over the place, but it was moldy and in bad shape. People were trying to grab the money, but it fell apart in their hands.

October 27^th

I was in an old house, getting ready to move. Satan was changing bodies, he was in a little boy. My parents old buffet had stuff in it. Things were empty all over the Quad Cities, all the stores were closed. One of the parks had weeds and plant growth all over it, like nobody had taken care of it. People were gone.

Thể loại : Kinh dị, Hàn  Quốc

Năm : 2000

Hãng sản xuất : Tube Entertainment

Đạo diễn : Ahn Byeong-ki

Diễn viên : Yoo Ji-tae, Ha Ji-won, Choi Jeong-yoon, Kim Gyu-ri

Nội dung : Hồn ma của một người bạn cũ trong nhóm quay trở về truy sát tất cả các thành viên nhóm Hye Jin. Tất cả manh mối để tìm ra sự thật và giúp họ thoát chết nằm trong một cuộn băng. Nhưng cuộn băng ở đâu vẫn đang là một câu đố. Trong quá trình tìm kiếm cuộn băng Hye Jin khám phá ra được nhiều bí mật khủng khiếp khác từ những người bạn của cô …

Audio : Korean

Subtitles : English – Vietnamese

Chất lượng : DVD

Giá : 15.000 đ / 1DVD

I posted a blog about our ring road project and how we were going to use Top Gear as the influence. After the meeting where we discusses our idea with out tutors we decided that it was too challenging to do with the time span and could be hard to make it interesting. We all went away and came up with various ideas each. When we next met up we discussed our ideas and one of my ideas was chosen. I had said about doing a nightmare scene where the person wakes up in the Allen Terry. After we did some story boarding we began to film. We are filming at night to enhance the nightmare genre. We are uploading the footage we have so far today and then we are going to decide what else we need to film.

I did my ELP test today for advantage, i passed with 82%, it was mainly common knowledge i thought!

xxx

Hier haben wir einen interessanten Fall vor uns, der aufschlussreicher ist als manche Studie über das User-Verhalten in YouTube. Wir haben das Musikvideo „My little Boy“ (animated by Günther Auer) zum gleichnamigen Song von Rosivita & Klaus Karlbauer (Album Nachtblau 2006) auf 2 YouTube-Kanälen ins Netz gestellt. Nicht mal strategisch, sondern einfach so, weil wir uns diesbezüglich nicht akkordierten. Auf beiden Kanälen wurden von uns nach dem Hochladen keinerlei Aktivitäten mehr gesetzt.

Das Video, eine Animation haut-und fleischartiger pulsierender Landschaften zusammen mit dem Song „My little Boy“ ist schlicht und einfach GENIAL:

Bescheidenheit ist eine Zühr
Doch weiter kommt man ohne ühr

Auf Kanal 1 wurde es am 24.08.2006 hochgeladen und hatte seither 895 Aufrufe
Auf Kanal 2 wurde es am 26.04.2008 hochgeladen und hatte seither 9.671 Aufrufe.

Worin liegt nun der Unterschied? Sie haben es erraten: Im Tagging!

Die Tags für Kanal 1 lauten: Animation Dream Nightmare Musicvideo

Die Tags für Kanal 2 lauten: flesh Guenther Auer GTT Rosivita Mylittleboy body organism organic life animation www.guentherauer.net.tf penis cock

Interessant ist auch, welche Kommentare auf Kanal 2 zu finden sind, welch inspirierende Auswirkung vor allem, so wie es mir scheint, die letzten beiden Tags auf diverse User haben!

Boxed Angels

I do not question that love was the strength
that kept us together and will, in ways,
keep us together ever – and then some.
 
We reached heights I had never imagined;
lows I only feared in nightmarish dream
when the past wrestled with our present life.
 
No fingerprints can be found on the point
when poison took control of heart and mind,
pushed irrationality in between.
 
I collected angels for a long time,
perhaps hoping for peace and renewal,
a place away from where we found ourselves.
 
They’re all packed in boxes now, and like them,
we wait to be lifted to life again.
 
 
Siobhan
11-24-09

One minute, I was sleeping peacefully. The next, I was awake and in a state of panic. I was unable to breathe. I felt this incredible pressure on my chest, like someone was sitting on me. Some force was pushing me onto the bed, and I couldn’t move any part of my body to help myself. The only thing I could hear was what sounded like a fan blowing directly in my ears. I tried to call out for help (my boyfriend was watching television in the living room), but I was unable to make a sound. This episode lasted for 15 seconds.

I was absolutely frightened and too afraid to move. I felt like I just had the worst nightmare of my life, except I knew for certain I was awake. Whatever happened, it felt demonic and paranormal. Immediately, I began to brainstorm. Who or what the hell did I disturb recently? I couldn’t think of a damn thing.

Two minutes later, it happened again. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. The fans in my ears.  The choking. The incredible pressure on my chest. The only difference was this time, I could hear what sounded like someone/something running around the bedroom in the dark, rustling around in papers, clothes, the closet, etc. This lasted another 15-20 seconds, and then I was finally able to move again. I was too petrified to make a sound. I began crying, and after about 10 minutes, I braved reaching over to my night table to grab my cell phone. I had been too afraid to move, talk or yell for help. I thought that whatever held me down on the bed would come back. I texted my bf, who had been watching TV in the living room. “come to bedroom. emergency.”

He came in immediately and told me it had to have been a dream. I was convinced it wasn’t. Afterall, I woke up while this was happening. And I was completely awake while it happened a second time. Needless to say, I slept like shit all night.

I immediately did my research the next morning. Apparently, I had suffered from an episode of sleep paralysis, a phenomena that 15% of people will experience at least once in their lifetime.

Sleep paralysis occurs when the brain awakes from an REM state, but the body paralysis persists. This leaves the person fully conscious, but unable to move. The paralysis can last from several seconds to several minutes “after which the individual may experience panic symptoms and the realization that the distorted perceptions were false”. In addition, the paralysis state may be accompanied by terrifying hallucinations and an acute sense of danger. Sleep paralysis is particularly frightening to the individual because of the vividness of such hallucinations.

Possible causes:

• Sleeping in a face upwards or supine position (check)
• Irregular sleeping schedules; naps, sleeping in, sleep deprivation (check)
• Increased stress (check)
• Sudden environmental/lifestyle changes (check)
• A lucid dream that immediately precedes the episode (check)

I wasn’t too crazy to think this was a paranormal experience, either. Sleep paralysis is a phenomenon that stems back thousands of years. Such sleep paralysis was widely considered to be the work of demons and more specifically incubi, which were thought to sit on the chests of sleepers.

• In African culture, isolated sleep paralysis is commonly referred to as “the witch riding your back”.
• In Hmong culture, sleep paralysis describes an experience called “dab tsog” or “crushing demon.” Often the sufferer claims to be able to see a tiny figure, no larger than a child, sitting on his or her chest.
• In Chinese culture, sleep paralysis is widely known as (pinyin: guǐ yā shēn), which literally translate into “ghost pressing on body” or “ghost pressing on bed.”
• In Newfoundland and Labrador, it is known as the ‘Old Hag’. In island folklore, the Hag can be summoned to attack a third party, like a curse. In his 1982 book, The Terror that Comes in the Night, David J. Hufford writes that in local culture the way to call the Hag is to recite the Lord’s Prayer backwards. It is also common for believers to claim that those who are not wakened from this paralysis will die.
• Several studies have shown that African-Americans may be predisposed to isolated sleep paralysis also known as “the witch is riding you” or “the haint is riding you”.

I’m hoping this doesn’t happen to me again. I love scary movies, the paranormal, ghosts … you name it. But this was easily the most terrifying experience of my life. Will it, or has it happened to you?

-Michelle Kamali’i Rivera

Una cosa está clara, Luna Nueva es, sin lugar a dudas, una de las películas más esperadas de este año. La segunda parte de la saga Crepúsculo llegó este jueves a las salas mexicanas y su estreno estuvo acompañado de cientos de colas de fans enloquecidas por los vampiros y lobos adolescentes. Eso sí, ¿va acompañada la cantidad de fans con la calidad de las películas? De este fenómeno se podría hablar largo y tendido.
 

Luna Nueva, dirigida por el estadounidense Chris Weitz y adaptada de la novela de idéntico nombre, está, técnicamente, a años luz de la primera parte de la saga (algo que era de esperar teniendo en cuenta sus casi 400 millones de espectadores). Sin embargo, a pesar de su aventajada técnica, el argumento sigue siendo muy pobre y mantiene los fallos de su predecesora. Aquí lo interesante es señalar que los errores de ambas historias parten de la novela, que carece de innovaciones narrativas .

La película comienza totalmente focalizada en la relación entre Bella y Edward, con un simil a la obra "Romeo y Julieta", obra en la que claramente está inspirada la relación de los jóvenes protagonistas. Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson) decide abandonar a Bella Swan (Kristen Stewart) para mantenerla alejada de los peligros del mundo vampírico. Con la ayuda de Jacob Black (Taylor Lautner), su amigo de la infancia y miembro de la misteriosa tribu quileute, Bella intentará superar el abandono de Edward.

A partir de aquí todo lo que se nos ofrece es una repetición de la primera parte, cuya única diferencia es la presencia de los hombres lobo sustituyendo a los vampiros. Nos encontramos ante una casi calcada repetición de escenas en las que Jacob Black pasa por las mismas fases por las que pasó Edward Cullen cuando se enamoró de Bella, tratando de alejarla de él por miedo a herirla pero acabando por atraerla más aun a su entorno.

En cuanto a su elenco principal, los mundialmente famosos Robert Pattinson, Kristen Stewart y Taylor Lautner, destacando la presencia casi protagonista del hombre lobo ante la prácticamente nula aparición del vampiro. Sobre sus capacidades artísticas no hay mucho que decir: ninguno destaca por estos dotes, sin embargo, sí han sabido destacar el nuevo físico que luce el hombre lobo en plena pubertad, y se ha querido aprovechar esta atracción de cara al público más hormonado (podrían contarse con los dedos las escenas en las que Jacob Black aparece con la camiseta puesta).

"Luna nueva" incorpora cambios sustanciales respecto a su primera parte: cambio en la dirección, una fotografía diferente (como ya intuimos en la portada),un score mesurado por parte del gran Alexandre Desplat, incorporación de nuevos personajes a la trama y unos efectos especiales más destacables (aunque, por suerte, no llegan a comerse la película ya que no se abusa de los mismos).

El principal defecto de esta entrega es la falta de ritmo en múltiples momentos y que se va haciendo más evidente conforme avanza la historia, lo que no ayuda, precisamente, a hacer llevaderas sus más de dos horas de metraje. Rematamos con ese seco final, muy decepcionante y orientado a que nadie se pierda la tercera parte de la saga, "Eclipse", que ya se encuentra completamente rodada, por lo que no tardará mucho en volver a reventar taquillas.

Estamos, por lo tanto, ante una película técnicamente muy aceptable, pero con un argumento muy pobre y, de cara al espectador que no ha leído los libros, un factor sorpresa prácticamente nulo, pudiendo adivinar en todo momento por dónde van a ir los tiros. Sin embargo, puedo asegurar, sin equivocarme, que será un exitazo de taquilla y que hará las delicias de cientos de miles de fans de esta historia de amor en todo el mundo.

Al grano: La producción se empeñó en mejorar los desastres de la primera parte, sin embargo, el problema de historia sosa, viene del libro.

* * * / 5

Még mindig nem hiszem el, hogy szemrebbenés nélkül hazudott nekem. Persze ki vagyok én? Talán az is hazugság, hogy vagyok. Talán csak Ő talált ki, játékszernek, unalmas napjaira… Mikor pedig már nem kellettem neki, eltüntetett. De többet nem tehet a szekrényébe, többet nem vesz elő ha nincs más, többet nem rángat a zsinórjaimnál fogva. Ő vesztett nem én. És mégis az ő bukása annyira fájt, mint az elvesztése. Már nem táplálok iránta érzelmeket… se jót, se rosszat. Nem érdemli meg, hogy bármit is érezzek iránta. Sőt. Egyikük sem érdemli meg.
Ez a baba többet nem játékszere, SENKINEK sem.
És köszönöm, hogy eltűntél, de felesleges volt. Hisz én ugyanezt tervezgetem hetek óta, és most érzem, hogy igen, ezt kell tennem.
Sajnos, vagy szerencsére túl sok mindenben hasonlítunk egymásra, így talán nem fog hiányolni… te fontosabb vagy, be kell látnom. Nem nehéz, nem fáj, még csak nem is újdonság. Igaz, néha túlságos önző vagy ahhoz, hogy másokra figyelj, de miket is beszélek, én se vagyok különb.
Hiányozni fogsz-e? Mindenképp, de elhanyagolhatólag. Elfelejteni nem akarlak, sokat tanultam tőled, és nem is tudnálak mert te voltál a legnagyobb ellenségem és legnagyobb barátom.
Szeretek ezen filozofálni, és sajnálom, de a saját blogomba azt írok le amit akarok, nem kell vergődni ^-^
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Csodálatos hétvégém volt !
Köszönök mindent !
Szeretlek !

just: *karácsonyig az összes hétvégém foglalt, illetve nem, egyet most lőttem ki 5 perce   : D

This is starting to get ridiculous.

I was in a strange shopping mall, there was a piano recital going on there. The mall had hardly any stores. I was looking at a map of the Quad Cities, and the Mississippi river changed course drastically, and it was split into sectors.  I was in a boat, the river was very dirty. Somebody kept stealing my babies. I was married to a strange man, I would give birth and he would take the babies away. I was in the Rock Island library, but could not get my books in on time.

The human condition is a frail one. We have difficulty separating reality from the phantoms of dreams and nightmares. There is an article in today’s Boston Globe about a man who strangled his sweetheart and wife of 40 years while he dreamed that intruders were attacking the couple in their camper. He was found not guilty because  he was having a nightmare and was acting automatically, as if under a spell. Under the control  of something he could not resist. I past times he would have been thought to be possessed by the devil.

Tragic, ironic beyond what anyone on earth could possibly bear, this story highlights our fragile grasp of reality. You see they had camped in a strange place and their sleep was disturbed by cars racing nearby. They where fearful. Frightened. Sleeping uneasily, he had a nightmare of the worst kind — the kind that doesn’t feature unreality but reality — it was a dream that seemed real. They were being attacked. So he defended himself — by strangling his beloved wife. Sad beyond comprehension.

Of course maybe this fellow is a master of deception and murdered his wife purposefully covering it with a bizarre story and getting away with an atrocity. But I don’t believe that. I think this is human nature biting  once again.

I hope that we can guard against occurrences like this. How? By being aware of both our surroundings and our feelings. By thinking past the dark and the fear. By having faith in our destiny. This is my belief and hope but I’m not sure it will always work. In any case I continue to try not to be afraid of anything…..

OPENINGS

→ Claymore – Single OP – Raison d’Etre

Name: Raison d’Etre
Artist: Nightmare
CD Release: 2007/06/06
Tracks:

01. Raison d’Etre
02. Jojou Teki ni Sugita Jikan to Fukakutei na Mirai he no Requiem
03. Criminal baby
Download: Click Here (31.97 MB)

ENDINGS

→ Claymore – Single ED – Danzai no Hana ~Guilty Sky~

Name: Danzai no Hana ~Guilty Sky~
Artist: Kosaka Riyu
CD Release: 2007/05/30
Tracks:

01. Danzai no Hana ~Guilty Sky~
02. ignore
03. DANZAI NO HANA ~Guilty Sky~
04. Danzai no Hana ~Guilty Sky~ instrumental
05. ignore instrumental
Download: Click Here (50.34 MB)

ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK

→ Claymore – Original Soundtrack

Name: Original Soundtrack
CD Release: 2007/07/27
Tracks:

01. Ginme no Majo
02. Ooki na Ken
03. Youma no Okite
04. Sabaku to Kaze
05. Kirisaku Monotachi
06. Osoroshiki Fujin
07. Bishou no Teresa
08. Kanashiki Shukumei
09. Kakusei no Kodou
10. Seikan Naru Tatakai
11. Shinpi to Shin’en
12. Yobikakeru Kioku
13. Kita no Chi to Hakugin no Ou
14. Hateshinaki Tabiji
15. Kyoujin na Chikara
16. Kouya no Rakujitsu
17. Kokoro no Kizuato
18. Shoukei
19. Machinami
20. Den’en to Ogawa
21. Utsushiki Kariudotachi
22. Youshiki Mono no Shukumei
23. Kusenshi
24. Kakugo he no Midare
25. Souzetsu na Shitou
26. Erabareshi Mono
27. Haruka na Michinori
28. Itoshisa to Nukumori
29. Chiheisen no Kanata
30. Ishidzukuri no Yanami
31. Hito wo Omou Koto
32. Fukaki Mori no Naka
33. Raison d’etre (TV Sized)
34. Danzai no Hana ~Guilty Sky~ (TV Sized)
Download: Click Here (81.62 MB)

CHARACTER SONG

→ Claymore – INTIMATE PERSONA ~Character Song Shuu~

Name: INTIMATE PERSONA ~Character Song Shuu~
CD Release: 2007/09/26
Tracks:

01. Kioku
02. Henbou
03. Hangyaku
04. Kakusei
05. Zouo
06. Shippu
07. Eien
08. Tensei
09. Doukoku
10. Gen’ei
Download: Click Here (108.82 MB)

Let’s get cracking. It’s been a busy week for my imagination. A quite, scarily busy week. I’m not lucky enough to have awesome dreams usually, and although I might not be able to call my current row of them as awesome, they’re definitely interesting.

I had to date them after I’d written them down. I don’t know why, it was just some compulsive impulse.

Anyway. November posting begins.

Dream 1 : Tuesday 17 of November 2009 – The Nightmare

I scribbled this down in an almost trance-like state and all in capitals which I don’t really do that much.

“DREAMS PEOPLE RUB OUT FRANTICALLY BIT OF PAPER WHICH REVEAL IMAGES SOMETIMES OF T SHIRT DESIGNS OTHER TIMES FACES OR EVEN INJURIES THAT CAN INFLICT PAIN. GUYS FACE GETS BEATEN UP – VAMPIRE SHOWS ATTACKER. RUBBING OUT VICTIMS FACE INTO VIEW WITH VICTIM THEN APPEARING IN PAIN. NIGHTMARE.”

Fudged up if I might add. There’s more I wrote on the other side…

“DRAWING OF (5) FACES RUBS THOSE THAT ARE NOT CULPRITS

SAINSBURY’S – FRIEND FACING UP – MANAGER COMES SO I [face up] DO TOO (I DONT WORK THERE) – ANOTHER FRIEND DOING SOMETHING AT END OF AISLE (TO THE LEFT) – I FIND A FACE RAZOR – OLD STYLE BARBER THING AND 2 SWISS ARMY KNIFES THAT ARE BLUNT KNIVES. I STILL FEAR THEM.

GUY DRAWING, (something) IMAGES IS TALENTED ARTIST? DRAWS THINGS THAT ARE TRULY ‘REVEALED’ LATER.

IMAGE OF CHINESE MAN – FACE WHITE WITH BLACK HAIR – BEING PUMMELLED BY PREVIOUS PERSON RUBBING OUT / INTO FOCUS.”

And that’s what I got written down straight after awaking from this nightmare. It truly was a nightmare too, I had the sensation of wanting to shout out but not being able to, of that sense of going mute when you most need your voice. It’s crazy. In basic terms, I had this dream an artist of some sort is drawing onto a t-shirt, or in another case a piece of paper. While rubbing away at a spot that isn’t supposed to be there, the image doesn’t come alive, but becomes a kind of stop-motion animation, that, with more rubbing brings into focus this gruesome image of a man’s face. Contrasted with a bright white background you have his pitch black hair and pasty looking face. I think that was the vampire reference I made. I can’t recall the exact dream now, but the sensations are coming back the more ~I read over my handwritten notes. I have no idea why I chose to write it down this time, or why my friends were included in this dream with even odder references to butter-knife Swiss army things and store shelve filling. All I know is that it freaked me out. Only after did I think… this would make a really cool storyline.

Take a detective investigating murders of some sort, Comes across a case of the paranormal – vampires. These vampires are preying on ‘night’ people, those who come home late from work or parties etc. Then on top of this there is an artist who can draw… situations, people and possibly attacks. I sensed fear in this artist when I was imagining them, like they felt like they were to blame.I also have  a feeling that they were revealed to me, the ‘audience’ in this weird dream as if it were a story. The rubbing out revealing the next storyline and person. It was like it had been put in my head as if I’d read it or seen it somewhere before, which isn’t the case…

Someone with a creative writing talent needs to turn this into a story for me. Please?

OPENINGS/ENDINGS

→ Death Note – Single OP1/ED1 – the WORLD/Alumina

Name: the WORLD/Alumina
Artist: Nightmare
CD Release: 2006/10/18
Tracks:

01. the WORLD
02. Alumina
Download: Click Here (19.99 MB)

→ Death Note – OP2/ED2 Album – Buiiki Kaesu!!

Name: OP2/ED2 Album – Buiiki Kaesu!!
Artist: Maximum The Hormone
CD Release: 2007/03/14
Tracks:

01. Buiiki Kaesu!!
02. Zetsubou Billy (Death Note ED)
03. Kuso Breakin Nou Breakin Lily
04. Louisiana Bob
05. Policeman Benz
06. Black Yen Power G-Man Spy
07. Akagi
08. Kyoukatsu
09. Bikini Sports Punchin
10. What’s up, people?! (Death Note OP)
11. Chu Chu Lovely Muni Muni Mura Mura Purin Purin Boron Nurururerorero
12. Shimi
13. Koi no Mega Lover
Download: Click Here (112.29.0 MB)

What would anyone think, if I told them that the nightmare I had for the first two days of my internship,  included a staple puller chasing me through a tropical jungle, screaming:

“Work It Harder, Make It Better, Do It Faster, Makes Us Stronger, More Than Ever,  Hour After, Our Work Is Never Over!!”

I tell you what! “She is probably high as a kite, has the imagination of a four-year-old and listens way to much to Daft Punk!!!”

Well, have a look at MY staple puller and you will understand!!

staple puller = chasing nightmare

As promised, here is another of my recently (depending on your definition of “recently”) penned works. This piece was inspired by a segment of the “Fear of Sleep” episode of This American Life concerning – you guessed it – some of the terrors that come to us at night.

Naked Moment

There is nothing
on the screen
but a grainy image
of a Japanese man
in his metal-framed
bed.

He would later say
that in his bad dream,
he was fighting away
snakes of all shapes
and sizes, waiting for
none to latch onto him,
strangle him or poison him,
but flailing with all
his power.

But I could not see his
dream. All I could see
was him kick his metal bed frame
with a soft and rhythmic pang,
tear the tucked sheet out
from under the mattress,
pick up a pillow as a rock
and bash at the air
with murderous intent.

I felt as though
this bare moment should
not belong to anyone
but him, and that
I should not have seen
any of this,

and I clicked
off the TV.

I hate going to bed sometimes. I have insomnia so it’s not always a fun place. I do have my nighttime routine that I do, and that helps to wind me down. Other nights though, are worse, much worse. Last night for instance, was a bad night.

I go through periods where I don’t dream, I either have nightmares or I don’t dream at all. That is the phase I am in now. I had one a few weeks ago that made me not want to go back to bed. I was scared to go to sleep. Last night was worse. I tossed and turned for the longest time and was in and out of bed.

I finally got to sleep only to have a nightmare. I don’t want to say what happened in the dream as I don’t care to relive it. It was awful. Totally horrific. I sat up in bed and I was frozen. I finally moved from the bed and came into the office, where what happened in the dream – the reality of it – hit me. I started to cry. I cried for a while. Then I got up, I thought about trying to go back to bed, but I knew I couldn’t. It just wasn’t safe.  I didn’t even want to set foot in that room, let alone go back to sleep in that bed.

I went into the living room and covered up with a blanket and turned on the tv. At about 8 am I went back to the bedroom. The room was light now, any trace of the demon that was this nightmare was gone. I laid in bed and I closed my eyes.  I then realized that I was just putting myself back at risk for another nightmare and I opened my eyes. Suddenly I was back in that nightmare, seeing it, feeling the sensations of it, knowing the horror of it.  I started to cry again. Somehow I finally got back to sleep and was able to sleep for a bit.

One might ask if there was something in my real life that happened to encourage my subconscious to have this dream. That answer is no.  There wasn’t any thing in real life that triggered the last one either.

And so now,  here I am. It’s almost a quarter to 3 am, and I know I should be going to bed, but I can’t. How can I? The thought of making myself vulnerable is such a way is sickening. To be there, in the dark, lying there, it almost feels like by doing so I am sending out an open invitation for another nightmare.  The thought of having another dream that was that bad, or one that is worse,  is too much.