|Adi Eliyahu (dot blog)|
|way too much about me, my thoughts, and what i see everyday|
Before I went to bed last night, this guy was hanging upside down from the ceiling directly above me. I moved him from hanging directly over me, but otherwise I think I'll let him stick around as long as he wants. I think he'll kill any bugs that come around.
at least for a little while. I've started using Vox and am really enjoying it, so I'm gonna stick with it through its beta and see if I really prefer it to Blogger. Ask me for my Vox address if you want it -- and give Vox a try -- it's all the best features of Blogger, LJ, MySpace, and MoveableType rolled into one. Amazing Flickr integration. Worth trying no matter what you use now. It's still in beta and invite only, so use the link on the site to say you are interested in signing up when they will have you.
This blog is turning into where I write down my weird dreams. And even that doesn't come up much...
Anyhow, last night my dream started with me walking along a road in the Midwest somewhere with really tall grass that hadn't been cut on the side of the road. It was a sunny day, and clearly summer, but not so hot that it bothered me in the slightest. I walked a bit on the road and was greeted by my maternal grandfather. The first thing I said to him was "Well this is going to be an interesting dream, huh?" and he kinda nodded back or something. After that, I said "So what, I'm talking to myself now?" -- meaning that I knew I was dreaming, and knew my grandfather had been dead since I was 7, so clearly I was generating both sides of the conversation we were having. He responded with a rather long answer that was a bit metaphysical, and referenced reincarnation and something about "a thousand years" that I don't quite remember. In any event, I remember that, within the dream, I the answer led me to accept that, while I knew I was dream, I was still talking to my grandfather. Sadly, I forgot exactly what we talking about after that, I just remember walking with him along that road (totally empty, no cars or people) talking to him. I sometimes think of what I would say to him now, and more specifically, what he would say to me. He was without a doubt the closest person in the world to me growing up, and someone that I looked up to more than I've ever looked up to anyone. Just wanted to get this dream "on paper" so I can come back to it years from now.
I'm at an afterparty for some concert. The whole vibe was very mid-to-late 90's. Mike, Blake, and Scott are there, as well as my friend Sarah (and tons of other people that were normally at Chicago afterparties). I think we are all in Chicago. Sarah asks me to grab her a drink that I have never heard of -- a "(something) ear". The bartender gave me some other kind of the drink at first, but I correct him and tell him I need the "ear" version of it. I bring Sarah her drink and nurse my Jack & Coke while talking to Scott about what he is doing these days, but he seems really coked up and on edge. I'm trying to make sense out of what he is saying, but it ain't easy. Mike joins the conversation. He is wearing a long, designer coat. That's about all I remember. Sorry I don't have any pics from it.
So I had two weird dreams this week...
#1 - I met a witch who showed me how to fly on a broomstick, so I did that near a beach while these huge waves were coming in and ruining a bunch of treehouses that people had built near the shore. I would fly up to the treehouses and talk to the people a bit but then fly away when the waves swept the treehouse away.
#2 - I was in Iran with some other American posing as some sort of UN Worker to get that Al Sadr guy (the Iraqi cleric) out of there because he is really a double agent working for the west. The Iranians figured out we were spies and tried to catch us, but I jumped out the window of the building (2nd floor) and ran across a field to the Iranian border and slip through a fence that wasn't much more than a large bush.
All of you are bugging me for updates and instead of pictures you get this. Sorry, guys.
I'll be totally moved in by December.
I decided. Don't really have any pics of the fall, but maybe I'll edit some in or something soon. Nevertheless. It's fall now. Enjoy.
My name is Adi
I live in Haifa
I am 25 years old
I love pop-culture
I enjoy wearing a tie
I blog instead of email
I share a birthday with Pink
I am a terrible singer
I almost never drink soda
I almost never go barefoot
I always wear black pants
My AIM is: AdiEliyahu
On The Train
Artist: Fiona Apple
Song: Used To Love Him
TV: Alias, 24, Lost
Film: Spinal Tap
Clothes: Black Pants/T-Shirt
Booze: Dry Red Wine