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Well, I haven't gotten the hair cut yet. Mainly because the printer I bought requires a USB cord but, of course, doesn't come with one! Without the printer, I can't print of the pics of the cut I want; and I'm not fool hardy enough to trust my own description of it to the hair dresser to suffice. I might well leave it up to chance if this were something unimportant, such as a job interview or a paper, but this is my hair we're talking about here! Oh no, my Mum didn't raise a foolish Irishman for a son!
Its funny; I've tried to explain it to Tom for a while now with no success, but I love changing my look. I'm not flamboyant about it, usually, but I do like to have a little shanz to my look. You won't see me running around town in a Mohawk, or some gaudy Emo Cut (my Father would likely kill me if I did that; and he'd have every right!), but I will have something distinctive and somewhat classy. Tom, of course, refuses to get it; he keeps wanting me to get a crew cut or some variation of the infamous cut I had in High School (truth be told, half of the men in the Wittenberg area had that same cut; mainly because they went to the same barber as I did. He was a great guy, but he only had one cut. You'd come in and describe what you wanted in vivid detail and he'd nod his head in understanding, and then turn around and give you the same hair cut he gave to everyone else!) Of course, what do you expect for a Kid who's had the same hair cut since he was 7; the "My Aunt Still Cuts My Hair" look.
Tom once told me that he just appreciated "The basic style". I told him that if he repalced the word "basic" with "no" he'd be dead-on; and then followed it up by suggesting that he might actually have a girlfriend if he'd do something different! As is that away with my Cousin/Brother; he rolled his eyes, feigned indignation, and then pointed out that, girlfriend or not, he was still doing better in the ladies department than I was! Damn brat! If he'd lived in Alaska for two years and taught Yupik kids, I doubt that he'd be doing any better than me

I've been sleeping too much lately. This may seem odd, as its current 4 o'clock in the morning here as I write these words. What you fail to realize is that I stayed up until this same hour last night and then got up a bit after 1 in the afternoon! 9 fuckin hours of sleep! And that hasn't even been my longest streak either; a few days ago I slept for 10 hours. I think a large part of it is boredom, truth be told, but I don't like it. And so, having gotten an alarm clock, I'm forcing myself to get up at 11 tomorrow. I'll work myself back down to getting up at 9 or so in a few days; I may be going back to college, but thats no excuse for sleeping away half the damned day!

My dreams have continued to be weird. I still have yet to get much feed back on the ones I post, leading me to beleive that SUicideGirls members are many things; but trained JUngian anaylsists they are not; or atl east not ones willing to give dream interpetations for free
The one I'm going to post below I had two nights ago and its been weighing on my mind. I've been trying to cruise the net and figure out what certain symbols are, but most sites give nothing just that damned New Age "dreams foretell the future" nonsense that I can't stand. I don't deny that one can sometimes dream of future events, mind you, I've done it myself a few times (always about the most inconsequential shit, too, which makes it annoying) and have had friends who've done it as well. I just don't believe, however, that just because you dream of running through a field of poppies, that it means you'll meet the love of your life or suddenly be beset by some accident. Such things might happen, of course, but the dream had nothing to do with them.

*clears throat* All right; I'll call this one "The Magic Axe" because its as good of a name as any. I like the title, it has certain mythic and faerie tale motifs and, you'll see when you read it, this dream seems heavy in them.


The Magic Axe
A screwy dream by: Dan McCollum


I'm a soldier in the military. Actually I seem to be more than just a common soldier as I am certainly a close confidant of the King in the dream; I'd say I'm some kind of officer.
Anyway, I'm an officer who's fighting under Gustav Adolfus (the great Lion of Sweden! Actually I don't think it matters that its Gustav himself, I've just been reading a book where he's a main character. So I'll just call him "The King" from now on). I'm obviously important to the King in the war for what ever reason as I take orders directly from him.
Just before the battle I realize that I need to go searching for something; I know the King will let me because, as I've said, we get along well. He needs me, of course, but knows that this is important. And why must I leave, you ask? Its because I need to go and get this certain Axe which is of great important.
Now it gets weird, so bare with me, please:

This Axe is magic and is called the "Giver of Life", I believe. It apparently has the power to cure people and possibly even give them life. Now, here's the interesting thing though; I'm actually the Master of this Axe, but I can't use it, because if I do it instead becomes a Giver of Death and will lay waste to anything near it. Instead, I give it to a small impish guy with big ears who can use it safely.
The thing is, though, that I need it back for what ever reason; its important. Furthermore, I think that the time has come where "I" can use it correctly. It won't destroy me, although it might still be deadly of sorts.


Analysis of "The Magic Axe"

All right, I've read enough psychology to be able to pull some of this apart and make sense of it, but there are two things which confuse me.
Its obvious that "The King" represents Persona, I'd guess, my way of looking at and dealing with the world. Thats pretty standard in these sort of things.
The fact that there is a coming battle most likely means that I'm going through some big changes right now that my Persona is going to have to adapt to. No suprise there as I've moved to a new town, am going to grad school, am trying to quit smoking, am actually trying to date etc etc etc. The list goes on and one.
Now, here are the two things that I can't quiet figure out, which is a shame, because the entire dream seems to revolve around them; and, even more so, I can't help but feel that this dream is IMPORTANT for some reason.

1) What is the Axe? I'm going to guess its meant to be the force of life within me; what motivates me, makes me get up in the morning and plan for the future. It would make sense that it would show up as an Axe for me (rather than the usual sword) as an Axe features heavily in that epic poem that I wrote. Also, as a child, I was terrified of them, for what its worth.

2) Who the hell am 'I'? This is the big one, and I can't crack it! I'm not the King, which means I'm not my persona at all, but I SERVE it. I am, however, the Master of this force of life although I can't use it without causing death and destruction, so I give it to someone else. What part of me is this describing? I don't know, but I need too (and, sadly, I don't quiet know where to look either to figure it out).

So, anyone got any ideas at all, cause I'm done struck out!