Another weird dream...

... this night. Really weird. Somehow I was stuck in some sort of gigantic LARP battle (or its preparations, anyway). Not SO weird, maybe. Weirder, maybe, is that I knew everyone involved; however, many of them were people I haven't met in years - like the members of my former scout group, the judokas from my evil home sports club. Many people I did not like too much, and who didn't like me either. However, all those petty disagreements seemed to be gone, sort of the "united by a common purpose" thing. My beloved Fellowship of the Chat was there too, anyway, so it weren't just people I disliked. And we all wore Gondorian armour - how can I hate someone wearing Gondorian armour *rolls eyes*. The leader of our side of the army was Aragorn (not so very surprising, that one), only by name though, the face was that of the man I love (whom you may or may not remember :P). *Sigh* And a lot of those somehow supporting our cause were birds. All sorts of birds.
Anyway, it's getting weirder. Our opponent apparently didn't know that this was just LARP. They took the whole thing seriously. And though they were called "orcs", they more looked like men in the kind of suits that people who work in nuclear plants wear. There was just a short sequence of actual fighting before I woke up, but it was rather bloody and brutal. Killed someone, me. Wrung is neck. ME! *shock*

Now what the fuck was THAT all about?!

I know where all the familiar faces from the past may come from: I started tidying up yesterday and found lots and lots of fotos from scouting and judo etc, so most likely that's how they got stuck in my mind.
I know where the war setting may come from: I spent half the day in the kitchen, cooking and baking cakes for my mom's birthday, and listened to the radio, and you may guess what the main topic was.
I very much know where the Gondorian armour and the LOTR stuff comes from. Yes, preciousss, don't I.
But what the heck do the nuclear plant guys mean? And why did one half of the fighters know it wasn't serious, but the other didn't, so it was serious anyway? [does anyone even understand what I am trying to express in this sentence?] Or is that just another side to the whole Iraq thing that I didn't see but my subconscious does? Sorta like in "Wag the Dog"?
And how the heck did I kill someone? I never did before, neither in dream (not that I remember anyway) nor in reality, so what's that supposed to say? And the birds?

Don't want to think about it too much. But since I am always happy when I remember a dream since I rarely do, I just had to write it down. Even if it is kind of sick. And if anyone is good at interpreting dreams, have a try, go and tell me what I'm trying to tell myself there. ;)

In other news, tidying up wasn't very succesful. Was stopped by another wave of creativity, namely some more Tarot cards and a picture of a pavillion in Xi'an for my mom. Think she liked it. She wouldn't like the Tarot cards, though *sigh*. And I finally found lots of the pictures and stories (well, that's maybe too big a word) I made when I was much, much younger. Like, in 1st or 2nd grade. *big sigh* And I saw "Good-bye, Lenin" for the third time - since it was my mother's birthday, we forced her to leave the computer and go to the cinema. *grin* She liked it, too. But now I really don't need to see that movie again for quite a while. It's good, but... you know. I might want to see the Two Towers again, though. Ah well, after the Oscars, maybe. And then there's Daredevil... and I finally should finish reading Otherland, too.
Much to do.
;)

( Deutsche Version )

D-Day

So it started. So the last hopes that maybe reason, diplomacy and international law might yet win over a bunch of war-mongering fools diminish. So there's another pointless war, and the goal of the attackers will probably not be reached anyway. Blood has been and will be spilt, and even if Bush's army should succeed in de-throning Saddam, it's not gonna be a solution. Honestly. People seem to think very little about consequences nowadays (and I don't exclude myself there). At least, those with power don't. Or they wouldn't have supported people like bin Laden and Saddam Hussein for years, giving them money and weapons and so on - and then suddenly they're surprised when those people can't be controlled anymore and turn against their former "benefactors"? Really.

Today I got so sick of the whole thing that I went and joined the quiet little actions for peace that my home town had organized; a gathering before the city halls and an ecumenical service (yes, I went into church voluntarily. Woo-hoo!). Figures that there were maybe the tenth part of the people who were there back in September '01. If it's not happening during work or school hours, it's not worth the fuss, eh? Why spend spare time on the street, it doesn't touch us anyway, or what?!
We were asked by someone on the street what the heck we were doing. We answered, "Demonstrating for peace", and he retorted "Well, looks like you're too late, doesn't it." Very funny. But otherwise, the atmosphere was nice. The plus side to the few people was that those who were there were there because they wanted to, not because their teachers said "go there and show how concerned you are". So this time there were no jokers and no idiots with rotten eggs.

I'm so angry. How come it's always the total idiots who have the most power?

Sure Saddam is a potential danger. But so is Bush. And what gives you the right to kill someone because he might attack you in 10 years?! Didn't ANYONE get the point of "Minority Report"? For heaven's sake.

Right now I feel like going to Valinor. The way this world is made to work really makes me sick.

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( Deutsche Fassung )

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This pointless ranting was brought to you, dear FBI spies, by ME. Apologies for the inconvenience.