Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

The last one was about getting home. My whole family was there. So were the Hobbits. Those bloody little bastards were startled easily and would attack me at every turn, and then apologize profusely. They would often trail behind, and would attack me when I was running back. It didn’t hurt much, kind like little paper cuts.

We followed someone’s advice and drove down a road, but the road was only railroad tracks. Bugger. We go back the way we came, and get on a train. Oops, wrong train. We found out it was wrong by riding it out of the playing field and going into the non-textured area of the map. Everything was white. We put the train in reverse and head back.

By now, we’ve given up on getting home. We hang around the train depot for a while, and another train comes. This one has crops on it. The man set to watch the crops is an elderly man, and he’s standing behind a pile of corn. We’ve all climbed up on the side of the crop-car now, and he asks one of us to hand him an ear of corn so he can taste it. My mother hands him one, while the rest of use scramble to steal as much as possible while he’s distracted.
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Something tells me that I need to play a racing game . . .

It started with someone giving a speech on the discovery of America . . . and how it defied their religions to have people living there . . . and that since no god has come down to punish them, there are no old gods. And with no old gods, there are no old demons. And Sauron blinks from existence. Elrond defeated Sauron with logic. Tee hee.

The convention ended, and it was time for us to play around. I guess we were irken, or something, because lunch was human worm babies. Madness!
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Guess what class I play the most.

Inspired by both Cammi’s “I Hate Myself and I Want To Die” image and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, I drew this.

Gah, that was odd. I’ve only seen 5 minutes of Oni being played, but I dreamt about it.

The scenery was a factory of sorts, the walls of a purple and white blending hues . . .

It started with Oni running down a catwalk and knocking a guy over the edge of it midway. She runs to some hollow container and punches a few buttons, and then climbs on top by way of cloaked ladder. The ladder is barely visible, and we only know it’s there by the light shining off it slightly.

She slips inside the container through a hole in the top, presses more buttons, and steps out the door onto the catwalk.
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I had the strangest dream ever. Well, no, I might have stranger.

Couches on wheels. Two people, two couches, and endless stretch of road. (This could SO be a game). We were racing through the city streets at night, the other person was winning :(

The other person and I went to a store afterward. We picked partners and raced through the near-empty 24 hour Wal*Mart in carts. (Oooooo, another level)

We were kicked out, and we stole some cars . . . AND RACED AGAIN!

And the other person the entire time was BANE.

I dreamed of greater things today, I dreamed of what I want to be. What I want . . . or what I was meant to be. Was I meant to be great? No, no one is born into such a status . . . we must toil with our services in life before we are granted such a penance . . . That is what they tell me, yet I do not believe them . . . but who am I to claim that I’ve been denied a destiny? Perhaps it’s a past life . . . But I’ve lived so long, how could it . . . Did I forget things over time? These scars tell me I have . . . I don’t know where I got them, yet they’re there . . . they’ve always been there . . . Those wings, were they mine? What happened to them? Why can’t I remember . . .

(From #rubberpiggy)

[Schroe> Okay, since Cammi nicked my “I hate myself and I want to die” line that I nicked from Engrish.com, I think every artist in here needs to do a super-happy pic of themselves and label it – “I hate myself and I want to die.”

Also not that the character in the image is Kerin-schroe. Silly kitty.

I had a dream about JHONEN.

I was at a convention, and he was there. I, of course, joined the massive throng crowding him to praise and ask questions. I finally get up to him, and his first comment is, “You’re small. You’re a very small thing.” I start to ask him something, and he says, “AW ISN’T THAT CUTE!” picks me up, and starts running. He sets me down somewhere, and runs. I run after him. I catch up with him and say, “RED JHONEN IS NOW IT!” and run. He chases. He tackles me, and says, “Blue Schroe is now it.” He keeps his arms around me so I can’t run, and we just sit in a random corner of the convention and talk. For some reason, I’m wearing a shirt with different fruit on it. He starts licking the fruit. I say, “Jhonen, this isn’t a lick’m wall.” He stops and says, “Aww.” I look up, and I say, “Jhonen, have I introduced you to my boyfriend, Jorenko?” and Jhonen was all sad-like.
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I just dreamed that I went to Taco Bell and they asked me to work gain, so I said yes, worked for an hour, (at night) and Jorenko ran in to take me away. We ran outside and ran into Matt on the street, and we followed him to Media Play, were he bought something, and we all left.

Then I started making a new campaign using the Darksun: the Shattered Lands game engine (even though that’s not possible) and Jorenko and I entered the game to test it out, and my Elf character died. (They can’t be brought back to life in AD&D 2e)

Jorenko and I met up with Queen Mew and went for a walk in the park, and then I posted the New Q (The dream occurred after the Q was posted) and Jorenko answered it on his laptop and Mew went to another PC to answer. Her PC was below mine in this place, so I leaned over the edge of my floor to look at what she was doing. She wouldn’t have seen me, but my necklace dangled over the edge.

Rar.

Per usual, several dreams. Most were too random to type.

I was at my grandmother’s house (but it wasn’t her real house) for a family gathering. Lots of giant donuts to eat.

Wait, perhaps it was my house, because I had my own room. Which had a door that exited to the outside.

I look out the window, and some bard is harassing my brother, a barb. My brother, the Axe barb. Heh.

I rip the screen in my window and start shouting at the bard to leave him alone, waving a sword at him. Tony takes the time to run off. The bard goes after him after I go back inside.
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Schroe’s got a few souls inside her that like to take over her body and alter he appearence. Scissors is the soul of a gun-freak male warrior who would do anything for a satisfying kill.

Dream 2.9 –
“And you know what that means, don’t you?”
“No.”
“Well, I sure as hell don’t, because this is YOUR dream!”

Dream III

I was playing this new game that starred Luigi for some reason, and it took place in a mansion, but it was NOT Luigi’s mansion. The point of the game was to collect certain items to aide you win the final battle, which you could play at any time. The boss was a fire breathing ghost who was holding a little girl hostage in a room.
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Dream 1 – Pikmin topped tomatos.

Dream 2 – I was walking down a road, when I see people walking around robbing cars, so i turn around and get my car. I hop in and drive. They try to wave me over, I don’t stop, one jumps in the way, and waves his knife. I rev my engine.

He moves, and I drive on for a while. I get through to some corn fields. A group of villagers pile in my way, all brandishing some form of weapon. I can’t run them all over. Someone throws a cigarette into the cornfield and it starts to burn. the villager’s attention is diverted, so I drive on. I stop, park my car, and go back to help them.
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Originally done when I was still in high school, so the entry has been back-dated to a million years ago.

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I had forgotten most of my dreams last night until I read Ozziepants Cafe, then I remembered a bit.

I was at a college campus. To get to a certain building, one must go down a set of stairs, under ground, then up another set of stairs into the building. Inside the dark room was a desk and books, and many other things that reminded me mansion basement in FF7. The bulk of the dream was a group of people trying to get into the room (I was in this group) while various other groups kept us out. Some of the groups were: The Knights from Monty Python’s Quest for the Holy Grail, Rabid Christian Fanatics, FBI Agents, and the Mafia.

For some reason, I was always the only one who got through.
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Dream II

For some reason, TNG and I were at a hotel. I cut up a bit of food and threw it on the floor for the cat, but the cat wasn’t there. We did, however, see something grabbing for it, but not reaching. I look down at the floor, and my dog is pulling her excess fur from the carpeting with a bird-claw like paw – both her rear paws have become deformed. MADNESS.

Dream III

I can’t recall much . . . but at the end, we were waiting on a boat for a plane to get to us. “We” being a ghostly goddess – long white dress with dark black hair. There was a male, can’t describe him, me, a couple others, and some freaky girl.
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Dream, dream, dream a dream.

For some reason I was cleaning out my Taco Bell bag while at school, and it was in my old high school, and it was during one of Schneider’s classes. I hated Schneider. I know most people say they hate their teachers, but tell me – have you ever walked into a class KNOWING you knew more than the teacher on the subject they’re supposedly teaching you? People may THINK they know more than the teacher, but with her, I KNEW.

I was cleaning out my bag, and for some reason, the desks were the ones with open space under the surface, so you can stuff … stuff in it. I was stuffing the minimal amount into it, because I didn’t want to lose it, but I did end up stuffing some workbook into it, and some sports trading cards. For some reason I come across a cake in my bag.
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For some reason I was in my old trailer in Troy Villa. The main door was open, the screen door was closed. I was seated at a computer next to the door, and I could see the overcast skies through the door. Behind me was Mike Shapiro, on another computer. To my right, another person. We all worked feverishly to code something. People kept coming to the door and asking questions about Joe the Circle, and I would have to stop what I was doing to look in a guide to answer them.

At some point, the dream turns into me looking for a hat to buy to wear to a very snooty ball. I find a nice purplish black one. I show it to my brother.
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How odd a dream . . .

The bus came to pick me up for school . . . at my old trailer that I lived at when I was 6 . . . but I was the age I am now.

It was raining so hard, the bus couldn’t make it to school. The bus driver then took us to an alternate place, and dropped us off. The alternate school was the trailer down the road from me.

I go inside, and it’s Tiffany Flinchum’s house.

She tries to convince me to stay, but I beat her up and leave.

Ugh.

After reading a bunch of JTHM by Jhonen Vasquez, I decided to draw my character in his style. And here you have it – not quite Nny, but yay all the same.

Dream 1

They were testing a plane that could allow people to stand on the wing and feel no discomfort. A few people and I were asked to stand on the wing after being shown the video. The guy said I should bring my legos and play with them on the wing. I said, “If any of them fly away, you’re buying me replacements, right?”

He said, “No.”

And then I beat him up until he agreed to sign a contract stating that if any of my legos were lost, the company would replace them.
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I just had a dream I held a dying man in my arms.

It started, we were in an arcade. Many of my friends an I loved the games in this three story arcade. We often wondered why they’d closed the two basement levels – five stories of games would be great. The old guy who worked there, Bade, would often chase us away when we hung around the stairs. We’d never been nice to Bade, and he’d never been nice to us – At one point in the past, he’d shot me in the arm for trespassing.

We finally saw he was distracted, so we bolted down the stairs. We had stolen a key, too, so we could get through all the doors. We were all gamers, this was a game to us.

Another dream.
For some reason, I was wandering around Stony Ridge Park, and there were haunted houses and such to tour. I had fun in them, yay.

Later, I walked into this place that looked a lot like a dig site, but at the front door was a bunch of people lifting weights. I followed the wall around. The floor looked like a black, rocky waste. At the far end of the room, I can see that it is/was a hangar for aircrafts. There’s a plane right outside these giant doors. Suddenly, there’s a rumbling – a plane is flying low overhead. It jostles something loose in the ceiling, and we wait for it to fall down the chute – it’s a silver toilet. I laugh and walk up the mound of black rock. I see something that interests me – someone’s using magic. Since this entire place seemed to be a training facility of some sort, I decided I wanted to learn to use lightning like I’d seen someone just do. Earlier, I had seen a man showing his apprentice how to fly. I walk up, and poo, it’s not a teacher – it’s a bank. I look inside their vault and see nothing but amethysts. Big, shiny amy’s. My birthstone. I look at the banker and inquire who they belong to. He states that he’s not allowed to tell, but he can take my name as a person who can be told once they’re claimed. I give him my name, and he almost faints. They’re mine, I put them in the bank hundreds of years ago, and no one was permitted to know they were mine until I claimed them. Whee! He gives me the key, and a bowl of shrimp pasta.

I’m hungry.