WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!, I JUST HAD A LUCID DREAM THAT SHOOK MY WORLD. IT WAS SO AMAZING THIS ENTIRE POST WILL BE IN CAPS. Just kidding but seriously it was amazing.


So I had an incredibly Lucid Dream- A lucid dream is a dream in which the sleeper is aware that he or she is dreaming.


I hung out with a group of people that were all apparently good friends with me and I started to talk to them as dream people and they were surprisingly aware and unaffected. by that I mean they knew that it was a dream and that they lived in a dream world and that the likely hood that their entire lives up to the point i joined the dream may have just happened in the snap of my fingers but they were ok with it. The guy I met said the following

"Dude its ok, that's not important we are who we are. All we can do is go with it, I mean whats the worst that happened. I have been happy with life up till this point and I'm going to keep enjoying it while I can."

I sat there and talked with them, I had a click of friends a girl and we seemed to be in some kind of college grounds and we went to the cafeteria. Having gained consciousness in the dream I tried to see if I could change something to help everyone out like I often do in my lucid dreams. Suddenly everything began to shake and I could feel myself slipping out of the dream. They asked if I was leaving again, and I was taken by that, Again? They let me know that I dropped in and out from time to time and that to them i just kinda faded out and they went on till I returned. I said it was so nice there I wish I could stay longer or return sooner but that I couldn't really control that. They just said that they wished I could stay around too because they missed seeing me and more stuff seemed to happened when I was around. but that they'd see me around because even if I couldn't find my way back they'd be there. I used the techniques I had read about to stay in the dream "focused" as long as I could and said good bye before my final fade out.

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Well, I know we saw the news crew walking around and filming stuff, but if you haven't seen the report that came on at 11pm here it is.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIp9QehSnBU

Prologue: I was at a couple’s therapy hotel. It was a creepy place that had some kind of supernatural power, to turn back time on the couples so that they could relive some of there youth and remember why they cared about each other. Still, there was definitely something sinister about it.


When me and my lady companion first arrived at the compound She didn’t seem to notice anything strange or eerie so I tried my best not to act panicked of scared as I notice little things that didn’t seem right. Walking by the side of the building heading for the front door we saw a group of children no older than 10, but the way they were speaking said otherwise.

“My lord Boo, look at you. You are so young. Is this really possible,” said a small black girl in pig tails leaning a bike against a chain length fence.

“It is me girl, I’m back, I don’t know how but I never stopped loving you child,” Said a boy of equal size standing in front of her.

The two smiled and laughed at each other before setting there things aside and scampering off together as there laughter faded into the distance I swear I saw them, too fade away; as if they were an illusion the entire time or something else… Like I said before I did not want to frighten the woman I was with so I thought it best to assume my eyes were playing tricks on me. We came to the front door, I noticed a few couples in the lawn area each group talking some more seriously then others. I tried my best to pay them no attention as we walked past them into the building. We were greeted by The Countess Scarletta, which I noted. She was a fair but pale skinned woman that wore clothes that were very popular around the time I assume other Countesses roamed about more frequently, bordering on Elizabethan and the time that shortly followed. She began to give us a brief history of the world travels that the many owners of the place had been. As we stood in the grand front room that was oddly open and but confided.

The architected that designed it was order to make an extremely large house but to give each room a small or cozy feel to them, so that the owner could be encouraged to free roam but not feel uneasy about the emptiness. The house had been passed through the family for more than 500 years; and over those years the family members had done many travels seeing some of the strange and bazaar things this world had to offer. They incorporated many of those things from the trips into the home so that it could be remember and shared for the years to come.
Standing there and taking this all in from what could have easily been an early member of the family waiting to drain my life force I turned to my companion and smiled

“This should be fun, don’t you think?” I said in the most comforting manner masking my momentary paranoia.

I ask if we could look around for a bit, thinking I could come up with a reason that we needed to leave so abruptly when sudden a man was standing in front of me he came to about 6’1”, he was a large fellow at least bigger than I about 300lbs, but cared it well enough that he could be a problem if thing went south and he had a look on his face that told me he had checked out mentally a long time ago, like when you have been in a place that you don’t want to be for too long.. He was to guide us around the complex and so us our quarters as a kind of tour. His name was Bret. As Bret lead us on he began to talk about the things that were in the building and the kinds of personalities the family that had owned or lived there had. I realize I should have paid more attention but my focus was ultimately getting out of here, so I was constantly looking for an exit or a weapon near by if need be. I made a few weak pleas to get out of staying in the place but they were batted away kindly, but firm. That was very off putting…
Finally we came to a safari room that he seemed way too at home in. He became about as enthusiastic as a circle Ring master as he talked and showed us some of nature’s oddities that were frankly terrifying. The one that shook me to my core was a sound I herd that was of a rare breed of monkey pest they don’t allow on the grounds. It sounded primal and like cackling. Bret walked up to a bamboo curtain that was against one of the walls and leaned into it peering through a hole with binoculars saying he could see them out there. Bret hung the pair of binoculars on a hook and marched off into the next room waving for us to follow. I knew I had to get a peek, so I rushed and grab them off the hook and looked through the hole. There was an area that looked like it was from the plains of Africa itself, I could see the golden grass a tree and the sun coming through it and in the tree was a large birdlike cage and in it I could see 2 furry creatures that looked kind of like strange monkeys but when I focused the lenses better to my dismay they were the bodies of two child not to unlike the ones I saw at the gates. There bodies were dried out as if let in the scorching sun for weeks, frozen in poses that showed them screaming for help or mercy. As fast and calming as I could I placed the binoculars back on the hook and hurried my lady to the other room were Bret was now behind a counter.
“Welcome! This is the gift shop. Mind you this is the first one on the tour there are a couple more coming but this one is the best.”
Had I not just see the room prier to this one the shop might have been comforting it had everything a normal sporting goods store would have. There was food for animals, Bret commenting saying, “Those could save your life one day.” As I encouraged her to look around Bret called me over. He began to show me his guns for sale, at that moment I knew I really wanted a gun but at the same time I noticed that he was not afraid to help put a gun in my possession. I notice an 8 gauge double barrel shotgun. Even as best I tried to hide it he saw my eyes light up.

“Ah, good taste it is very efficient for most things but let my show you this one.”

He reached under the table and pulled out a different one it was clearly the same gauge but the barrel was shorter with something on the end and the stock was oddly reinforced.

“It looks strange I’d love to try it out, though.”

Bet placing to shells into the gun pulled me aside to a room behind the counter. This whole place seemed to be built for optical illusions. This new room was long and its lighting made it look and feel like we were in the back of some field. The back half of the room was dry dirt floor and a few sparse weeds growing in places. There was wooden a fence that was low to the ground and behind it were three targets made out of board wired to hay bails. We walked up and he encouraged me to fire it a couple times. I fired once and realized that any hope of getting actually rounds was asking the cosmos too much, apparently. The gun design that looked odd at first glance did make more sense after firing though. It had almost no recoil and was more compact with out loosing any power. I fired off the other shell and we walked back to the other shop room and he told me the prices, naturally much higher than I could pay.

So I got on the internet machine and got myself a Twitter account, Thanks of joining Uber Ju, I talk to my self all day any way so i guess at least this way someone might answer back other than myself. Join if you'd like I plan on updating frequently and tonight is game night.

http://twitter.com/King_Prophious

I got a friend of mine that i hope to see more cool things out of in the future he is currently working a commission for me give him a watch I think you'll like.

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/eightysix/

Ah, Today I turn 24 in human years,
552 in furry,

How do I feel?
Blah Zay, I am not worried though about getting older, You shouldn't be worried, I'm not worried......I'm not upset, IN FACT! I just thought of something wait no its gone, but what ever it was made me smile so I'll take it as a win. The List of Happy Birthday Greetings I have received is as follows in order.

In first Place

1st: Poulet
2nd: Dizzie
3rd: Snowy
4th: Jason
5th: Megan
6th: JR
7th: Phone Salesman

AUGUST 4th is right around the corner, prepare the parade and band

Sadly since no tag backs i don't really have any body to pass it on to.

8 true things about me, that you may not know...

1. I think Scarface sucked and the Godfather was over rated. That's right I said it!!!

2. I'm deathly afraid of Doppelgangers

3. I make Zombie Escape/Survival Plans for where ever I am or go.

4. On our last group trip to Houston I drank out of every one's water glass on my table before I passed them out.

5. I treat my close friends like family.

6. My other personalities don't often care for those I hang out with.

7. On several occasions I have seen fantasy worlds that helped me unravel the mysteries of the universe.

8. Superboy Prime is my hero

This stupid game was posted and I can't stop playing it.

http://king-prophious.mybrute.com

Nothing much.

I saw Watchmen, to say I liked it would be an understatement.

I do have some excitement though as I begin the arduous task of starting my fursuit. I'm going head first and I'll post the pictures of the results of this round one try. I have gathered supplies for my then one suggested technique so hopefully I'll have some thing to show or at like learn from this trial run. Who Knows maybe I'll catch lightning in a bottle.

Current Favorite Song: I don't feel like Dancing by the Scissor Sisters

Memo from a former Closet Fur:


Friends,...ah friends. I love em' can't get enough. I get along with most people I encounter. So it bothered me that I feel lonely at times. I don't mean the general sort that every body feels; more of a missing something, not the whole soul mate thing or that Man I need to get layed thing either.
I was reflecting (which for the record never seems to turn out well. Maybe it's that whole hind sight thing) and it occurred to me that I have nothing in common with any of the people I socialize with right now. Not saying anything bad about them it is just that when you have the ability to hold a conversation with any one, on just about anything and you do it enough you might be fooled like I was to thinking you have alot in common with some one but then you come to take a closer look and realize you got nothing.
I know the difference cause I had it good once but I was young and I moved and you know how that goes.
My social network right now kinda, sure we talk and go places but we just talk in those places we can almost never decide on an activity because we all like completely different things and none of us are at all that interested in what the other is doing. It gets to the point were I'm just looking at them and in my mind I am asking WHY AM I EVEN TALKING TO YOU. Why do I chose to socialize with you is it boredom, or because the alternative is painting faces on rocks and teaching them my favorite songs.
But fear not I am not going to do away with these people because though it is some what of a mystery at some point I decided to call these people friends and that is what's important. I have decided though to slowly work my way to the back of their group and search for people who may actually get me or vise versa, in the hopes that I find some friends i can be excited about and look forward to talking and doing activities with or at least knows what the hell I am talking about and gets it, if only alittle

I would like to say Thank you to all the awesome people I met this past weekend for making it as great as is it was, Even if we did get KICKed IN. This being my first Fur Con you did make it quite memorable. Especially Keegan, Lady Vixen, and Kaden my roomies at the time. To all the wonderful artists, sorry I could not talk to you all but I was blown away by all of you and I look forward to seeing your future works.