The dream that I just woke up from involved me being a part of my church’s Junior Choir again, except I was my actual age while everyone else was approximately seven or eight years younger (i.e., the age they were when I joined more or less – I joined when I was in 7th or 8th grade). As a little background story, the choir was significant in that I ended up dating three girls from the grade below mine throughout the course of high school who were in this choir. Essentially, I remember wandering the church basement (where practices were held) not being too particularly thrilled about being there and whenever one of the girls would come up to me sort of giddy-like reminiscent of how it used to be in the old days when people actually seemed to be drawn to me for whatever reason, I would usually start off by saying “Do you want to know what happens in the future?” to which one of them said no and the only other remember asking said yes. The one who said no I ended up dating for a significant stretch, while the other did as well but we were together twice a few years apart in high school. In any case, the girl who did ask was absolutely ecstatic that, unlike her “sources” which told her I’d date half of the girls I was friends with, I told her I’d date “all but one” which was, as far as I can tell, an exaggeration or outright lie. Later on, I remember the scenery switching to some sort of ornate dressing room where some of the people were the girls I was friends with from the choir and others were people I remember seeing around campus. I remember needing to use an elevator at some point after this, and I got into one except, as usual, it moved really jerky-like and felt like it really wanted to go extremely fast in an upward direction despite my desire to only go up one floor. After getting off the elevator, I remember the scene being similar to the upstairs of the church (despite the whole elevator scene being more like my college dorms) though I don’t remember anything particularly interesting beyond that other than waking up and making sure to pull out my netbook so I could finally start writing my dreams down again. Enjoy!
Cd84sY7X
Fri Nov 13, 2009 at 23:25 UTC (Created Games)
Hey guys, I recently created a game that I thought was pretty fun so I’m going to post the rules online for my reference and yours.
(No title yet)
For this game, you will need a standard 52-card deck and two 20-sided dice (or some way to simulate that). Draw 6 cards from the deck and place them as if they were vertices of a hexagon (or however you like I guess). One person rolls the dice and the players add the two numbers on the dice to find the sum, which is referred to as the “focus” (do not say the number out loud – you might get an advantage if you can read the numbers and add them faster). Then look at the six cards on the field and try to find some way to add, subtract, or multiply their face values to get to the sum of the dice. You may also divide, but only if there is no remainder. As for card values:
A: Wildcard (1-13 as you choose)
K: 13
Q: 12
J: 11
2-10: As the card says
Once you have determined a possible combination of cards to get to that number, say aloud “Got it!” Then proceed to show the other players how you have reached that number. Think carefully, however, as “black” cards (spades and clubs) are worth more than “red” cards (diamonds and hearts). If you are correct, you take possession of those cards – this combination is called a “mathematic” – and you can roll the dice the next time. If you were incorrect, replace all of the used cards at the bottom of the deck along with the highest valued card you currently possess (do not shuffle the deck) and then the previous roller rolls once again. In either case, remember to replace the empty card positions with cards from the top of the deck. Once you no longer have enough cards to have six down at a time, leave those cards out and the game ends. Add the values of all of your cards, but subtract 3 for each “red” card (diamond or heart) which you obtained during the game. The player with the highest total wins.
Note: If someone creatively chooses a combination of cards, make sure to comment that they had a “great mathematic!”
Let me know if you end up playing this game – I’m curious to know what you think.
mqCRenB8
Fri Nov 6, 2009 at 06:21 UTC (Music)
I just wanted to let everyone know that I’m starting to upload the tracks from my first album, ‘if computers could sing…’, to YouTube so check out my channel to hear the music as it becomes available. Also, I began working on a new piece today so it’s possible that I’ll have something new in the coming weeks.
Ih6K1TQs
Mon Nov 2, 2009 at 23:12 UTC (Gaming, Music, Thoughts)
Hi everyone.
I’m hoping this entry is a bit therapeutic, considering I’ve been fairly unstable recently. Essentially, I have a few graduate fellowship applications to work on in the coming weeks along with finishing actual graduate school applications, and the process has turned out to be a bit more stressful than I expected. Granted, I’ve been told by numerous people that I can get in just about anywhere I want fully funded, but I doubt I can really afford to submit a terrible personal statement with the hope that my transcripts will speak for themselves. In addition to those concerns, my coursework this semester has been a bit unnerving (a lot of homework which takes variable amounts of time to finish – anywhere from a few hours to a few days), I have a research project to focus on, and I have to deal with the unnerving idea that I’m losing most of the semblances of friendship that I had. The sooner I can accept that my position in society is that of a hermit, the better, because it seems fate is attempting to plant me in such a role regardless of my objections.
Speaking of friends, I really like the opening movie to Chrono Trigger on the Playstation and Nintendo DS releases of the game. There’s something about the beauty of an empty countryside and family portraits that I really want to capture, yet I can’t because I’m currently stuck in a tropical climate surrounded by people that I’m either correct in dismissing as superficial or incorrect and merely discarding as potential friends based on my social phobias. Someday, I hope to be able to take pictures of myself surrounded by other people with them meaning something, but until then I’ll have to dream of such a situation.
When I was walking back from class today, I was reminded of one of the funnier moments in high school. I was in physics class on lab day and while we were setting up a girl from the adjacent lab table who I had a crush on was talking to me about something we had in common (probably playing piano in chorus class or something) and at one point said “I love you” in the sort of way that people these days throw it around to say “Oh, you!” when one of my lab partners turned to her, looked her in the face and replied “No you don’t.” On one level, it was absolutely hilarious, but what was more important is that he was absolutely right and it was definitely one of the turning points for me in becoming the dark, brooding, sarcastic person I am today. She didn’t seem upset about the retort at all and just turned around to continue working on her lab. I haven’t really talked to Mr. No You Don’t in a few years, but he certainly shaped who I am today.
I really look forward to this “experiment” in Miami being over. It’s not that it’s been bad, but it’s certainly been lonely. My education and research experiences have been great, but I’ve never been able to make friends that are anywhere near as great as the ones I had back home. I’m rather fortunate that it may work out that I’ll be going to graduate school near my two best friends, and perhaps it’s better that I reunite with them now instead of having been near them for four years and being forced to leave at that point. I’m going to start counting the days until I graduate to keep things in perspective. As of today, it is 193 days away. I’ll keep my eyes glued to the new countdown I put on my iGoogle homepage until then I suppose.
Until next time, my friends…
f41cAg1P
Wed Oct 21, 2009 at 03:15 UTC (Life, Memory)
Today was all over the place, but I think it was very appropriate. Last night, I stayed up until 4:30 AM finishing homework which really wasn’t that difficult. I have a lack of confidence in myself currently when I do homework and I second guess everything that I write when in fact the first time around anything I write is usually good enough for I’d say 80% credit. As a result of this, I slept for only 3-4 hours and was extremely tired when I showered this morning at, say, 10 AM (I woke up around 8 but didn’t get out of bed for 2 hours). I was about to fall over twice, but managed to stay awake and got to my first class. My 11 AM class Tuesday and Thursday is pretty frustrating because the professor makes us do a lot of the work. I enjoy classes where I can copy things down and think about them later, but I guess I don’t have that luxury these days for some reason. After getting through that class, I had a hot dog and french fries with my friend Joe and we generally enjoyed ourselves.
I then had until 3:15 PM to study for a quiz in a class which I’ve consistently almost getting 100% each time but always find one little way to mess up. During the process, I had to make a phone call to a professor about a class I will probably take next semester which would consist of me sitting on a graduate level class and just getting easier homework assignments and run over to the Math department to figure out if I can do anything about PDE and Physical Meteorology being offered at the same time (I don’t NEED PDE per se, but not taking it would forfeit my “Applied Math” emphasis in Meteorology or whatever the hell it is).
I was extremely tired and feeling depressed during the time which I did have to study, and I flashed back to an event from high school. I believe I was a junior, and there was a “Cabaret” in which I was enlisted to play guitar for this girl who wanted to sing a Jewel song. The night of the concert, I believe I was promised a guitar would be there for me but this was not the case and she apparently tried convincing this other guy in the chorus to let me use his guitar for the performance. It turns out this was his “good guitar” that either belonged to him or his girlfriend (who I remember looking very angry all the time) and I was convinced that using it would get me beaten down. I tried convincing her to let me play piano instead to avoid any problems, but she wouldn’t have it. In the end, I used the guitar and the kid talked to me later telling me he wasn’t mad at me, he was mad at her for always “taking advantage” or something. Still, I felt horrible about the situation and it bothers me to this day. I get upset thinking back to these sorts of moments when I was a “fool” as I so often say to myself.
Anyway, I went to my class at 3:30 PM and aced the quiz, then sat through my 2.5 hour marathon class at 5 PM while on my netbook as usual to take notes and keep myself entertained by talking to friends on AIM and reading things on the internet. After that class, I ate a late dinner with Joe and afterwards we went for a walk during which it began to rain which made my evening really nice. It wasn’t a very heavy rain, it was the sort of refreshing drizzle that you can see slowly falling if you look toward a strong light. After the walk, I came back to my room and played two games for my Madden Franchise. It was really nice to get back to playing Madden (my main laptop had been graphics card impaired for about two weeks before it was finally fixed yesterday). I’m not sure why I’m telling you what happened today, but perhaps there’s something interesting in there which you’ll enjoy. Talk to you soon.
w495R242
Wed Sep 30, 2009 at 23:03 UTC (Politics, Thoughts)
Hey guys. I’m looking for an interpretation of the following statement and the history of its meaning:
“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.”
w5nJoH2j
Sat Sep 12, 2009 at 16:18 UTC (Dreams)
OK, this dream was long and I’m going to do my best to describe everything.
I was driving home with my friend zcrescendo to my house (I’m assuming this was set in the summer) and at one of the stop signs near my house I made a comment about one of the kids nearby. He was acting pretty flamboyant but talking rather intelligently, so I made the following comment just for the shock value: “Wow, look, a smart gay.” Note that I say things like this all the time about all sorts of people without meaning to be a jerk, I just like to turn heads from time to time (in real life I’m much more cowardly than this). Even though the windows in the car were up, the kid and his friend heard me and got REALLY mad because he thought I was seriously attacking him. At this point, I told zcrescendo not to stop at my house because once I got out of the car this kid was going to beat the crap out of me so we drove past my house and out of my development. Even as we tried to get away, this kid somehow could follow us. I got desperate, so I turned around to him (who magically appeared in the back seat) and started to apologize about my comment while crying. He seemed to accept my apology after a sufficient amount of my crying, but insisted I returned to his house so he could tell his parents.
When we got to his house, his mom seemed pretty upset about the whole thing so I tried to calm her down. We decided we’d all go outside and play to prove we were friends when I ran into his dad who, very much like in the Family Guy episode, claimed that he had isolated the gay gene and wanted to inject it into me as punishment for my comment. I resisted and attempted to push in the syringe so that all of the fluid would squirt out, but to my dismay he aimed it in my face so this gel (very similar to hair gel) got all over me. This, however, it turned out was not the gay gene but as one of the kids pointed out when I got outside some old guy’s “steroid medicine”. This got me pretty mad, so I started running around the neighborhood I guess.
We played for a while, and at some point the dad transformed into a bear and wanted to attack me. I started running faster around my neighborhood screaming for my neighbor to get a gun and kill the bear. Eventually, my neighbor did come outside with a loaded gun and took FOREVER aiming at the bear before he finally started shooting at it. It was a semi-automatic pistol I remember, though he would only fire a few bullets at a time. It was established that the bear was dead soon after and I was convinced that the whole ordeal was over.
Flash forward to being outside a bus and planning to go on a field trip to “the beach” in order to apologize further to this kid as his mother suggested. In order to prevent the boy’s parents from getting on the bus and coming with us (yes, his bear-dad somehow healed his gunshot wounds completely), I started tearing up all of these coupons which apparently proved that they were his parents. After doing that, we all got on the bus and closed the door tighty so they couldn’t get in. The bus was fairly empty, with about 24 rows and only the back 8 or so being filled. I took a seat near the front and waited for the bus to take us where we were going. Apparently I wasn’t too concerned about the lack of a bus driver.
After a few minutes, the bus started moving on its own. Some kid ended up in the driver’s seat and was telling me about how he wasn’t controlling it and that the bear-dad had hacked into the bus computer system and was driving it remotely. At this point, I took hold of the wheel and gear shift and attempted to put the car in park at some times and neutral at others while keeping the wheel relatively straight. I think bear-dad got frustrated at his lack of progress and a bit later introduced himself as a 3-story tall robot bent on destroying me. At this point, I climbed aboard a flying train controlled by some band of superheros who vowed to defeat bear-dad once and for all. I was then in my college dorm room watching what I had just been a part of as a TV show and needed to go to the bathroom. I heard the person who lives across from me entering his room though, so I didn’t want to go because I’d make noise and he’d hear (I’m not sure why that was such a big deal).
FIN
hS486U4O
Sat Sep 12, 2009 at 15:50 UTC (Administrative)
Hello.
I decided that even if I can’t always be creative, my dreams are worth reading so I believe the focus of the blog for now will be on those. Thank you for your patience.
cRW8XdA9
Sat Aug 8, 2009 at 02:17 UTC (Administrative)
Goodbye.
Over the last month, I’ve realized in order to keep up this blog I’d have to spend a good amount of time which I don’t have writing creative and thought provoking entries. As much as I’d like to think I’m always interesting, I don’t think that is the case. I think the name “imperfectepoch” in general is my futile attempt to imagine I’m more important and confident than my real-life counterpart and I’m not sure it does me any good to be delusional in this way. I felt I owed my readers an explanation for my absence past, present, and future and I hope you might understand my decision. I’ll keep all of my entries up in case you feel nostalgic someday in the future.
If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s running away.
nZ7m1F0J
Sun Jul 19, 2009 at 05:14 UTC (Dreams)
Last night, I had a dream where I was the one and only Harry Potter. I was in the middle of a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and some random adult team. I was, of course, the seeker and chasing the Golden Snitch when the other team’s seeker knocked me to the ground and landed near me. Enraged, I proceeded to beat the crap out of him at which point I was “disqualified” (is that in the rules?) and thrown out of the match. This demoralized my team because I think the assumption was their seeker would, by default, catch the snitch giving them 150 points, and we certainly weren’t doing well in the main game so we wouldn’t have the 160 point lead before the snitch was caught. As I walked off the field and out of the area, all my teammates looked disappointed but they weren’t mad at me – I guess they understood why I needed to beat the crap out of that guy. Anyway, as I walked down the road for a while I came across Hermione. I was devastated by everything that just happened so I sat next to her on a curb and started crying at which point she put her arm around me and tried to comfort me. In that moment, I think I felt the most love from someone that I’ve felt in a while.
Emma Watson, if you’re reading this, thank you. My brain, if you’re reading this, stop taunting me by showing me all these girls who randomly care. That’s not how it works in real life, or at least it doesn’t for me and a majority of the population. I guess the lesson here is to become Harry Potter.
