begin part one.
i was a spy sent in to rescue prisoners which were held in small boxes surrounded by laser beams that didn't kill you but alerted the bad guys to my presence. i was together with a friend who i can't remember at this point, and we snuck closer to our targets. we were in the mountains in korea, whereas this is irrelevant militarily, the area was just wilderness and roads as most places in the south are. the lasers were multi-coloured and surrounding several posts in the middle with three-beams in a gate like fashion. thin enough to get through, and that's what we did, and soon we were examining the posts closely. however, the boxes were impossibly small for people, and the realization i made in the non-linear fashion, was that these were bodies, cremated and stuffed into these small boxes on the posts. why so were they protected i wondered? well, there was no way we could carry them, let alone rescue them, so we decided to make a break for it. however, my partner accidentally stepped too far back and tripped the lazer. so we ran, however, the lazers had a slowing side effect. and as a result even though we were running away as fast as we could, we still weren't moving fast enough to get away. or so i thought. as we were running up a mountain road trying desperately to escape our captors, i passed by an idling truck, and realized it was my getaway truck. except the girl who was in the driver's seat (i didn't recognize her) said that i had taken many hours for what felt like a few minutes. i stopped by the driver's side window to find out more about my missing time, when she looked at me and said i wasn't who she remembered me to be. i was someone else. it was then i realized that it was i who had been in the boxes, and somehow my rescuer (which i had been in the consciousness of earlier in the dream) had switched places with me as he/i ran through the lazer beams.

end part one

begin part two.
i was at a jam session with all the usual suspects, i think it was in scott's basement, or something similar, and there were stacks and stacks of amps and gear everywhere. i was very excited because there was a musician who i admire that was playing there. so after a while of watching the bands jam it out, i went up to this musician (who also is a guitar player) and asked her if i could play guitar with her. she said yes, and we tried to jam, unfortunately no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't find that groove together, and i couldn't tell if it was her or me that was making it sound so bad. consequently, after a few tries, she explodes on me and yells that i'm terrible, and we clash so bad because i'm so bad. at this point, i'm very embarassed, and i try to show her some work i did on the computer as reconciliation, however, cubase wouldn't work, and i couldn't play her any music.

end part two

of course, these are edited versions of it, and some parts i don't remember as clearly as others, and other feelings don't translate at all in to words, but it was a very lucid dream, the clearest i've had in a while.

don't think i'd post this to my portfolio site :)

i have a much more complete version of my website finally up. becoming a hermit at home has some advantages, as i have actually been working on things. writing, editing, mixing, and finishing up my portfolio.

check it out:

Rob's Portfolio

if it turns out that this site turns out to be functional and easy to update and use and such, i will retire this blog and use the website as my everyday blog.

enjoy

wow, two film projects in as many weeks. AMACHJING! i was looking back through my stockpiles of footage, and found the original scans for the Swaying Image video shoot. I forgot what the original stuff looked like after seeing the final version of the video for going on six years now. I thought I might reedit the video and make a version I can call up to the standards I have now for quality of projects. However, after removing everything that I found to be cheezy, or out of focus, I found that I actually didn't have nearly enough footage for the four and a half minute-long song. So, since NIN is always inspiring to me, I decided to do another entry for the Ghosts film festival, although this time, my intention is not to keep the music, this I will compose and make a new short film out of an old project. So I attached the rough cut, there is still one or two shots I think I will change, and I'm not sure yet how attached I am to the fades, but that said, I'm lazy, and I may do nothing more at all except change the music. It's amazing to me that I'm on this roll of tying up loose ends of projects. Only have a website, a script and an album left to finish, and I'll be semi-caught up for now. Here's the rough cut, a very different feel I'll admit, a much slower, eerier approach, with basically no references to the Linger band or concept. Enjoy.

(Please watch in HQ, it's incredible the difference it makes)

**EDIT** Final touches have been applied, enjoy.