Oh sheesh yall twas a dream or whateva

Wow, that was got to be the weirdest wackedout weekend I have had here at Redeemer ever, especially in light of the fact I was not even supposed to still be here. Yeah, originally invited over at two parties down at Mac on Friday, one held inside the campus in the woods behind the Back Ten fields and one around Westdale near Cootes Drive, then sent another instant message to go over to York, the plan included a party in the Village around the same time as the ones at Mac, where all of us would then leave at midnight by caravan, take in a campfire near an undisclosed swamp between Happy Valley and Bethesda in the King area, then finish the late night by hitting up a beer pong competition of some cigar gentlemen's club pal of a pal's place south of Barrie, like I said wow. Needless to say, for a guy who has been watching between like seven to twelve films a day, all of this would seem like a break, however instead to me right now, it would represent culture shock to its most extreme, which meant I stayed back in the cave, starting the night off rewatching Citizen Kane, so uh yeah?


Also, of late being this weekend, I have been having these absolutely weird, not quite psychedelic, but definitely fantasia like, all now in technicolor dreams, as to why that is weird is usually my dreams, for the good or the bad, are in black and white and now that I think about it even grainy in picture or blurred at the edges, if ever I even get to dream, as I usually do not especially while here at school. So what does it all mean, without the help of a frame by frame picture sequence afterwards that explains what happened the night before in the morning like in the Hangover, I think Freud slipped up when he said dreams, as the interpretative unconscious activities of the mind yet obscurely redacted and repressed by the mind to regain and remain at the previous level of relative sanity for the mind before the event, were communications through a symbolic language that could not be translated into the world of the awake thus also not understood. Instead, I would think our conscience, that judgement or intuition of the intellect that helps us to distinguish what is right from what is wrong, can tell in our sleep or while being awake, using the language which is being symbolically used to offer us more than outside knowledge whatever the inner message, by gaining our attention, we start identifying and becoming interested towards it, perhaps desire and make a decision for it and finally act on it ourselves, a final act from this subliminal communication that uses symbolic language to recreate an innate mandate of meaning, purpose and direction from their basic hardwired knowledge of humanity to be acted out culturally of, by and for the dreamful individual.


So, in the end, I decided to forget about it this Monday morning, watched and critiqued more films for content review and commentary, assessing the different genres and their subgenres by categories such as the narrative elements, setting, theme, mood, format and target audience academically within these particular works of art selected for class, trying hard to answer the whys, whats, hows, whichs of the auteur and their film, whens and wheres, using both theoretical and practical aspects. Took a break after seven films in a row, did some calisthenics, plyometric and resistance training outside as the school gym was closed, bladed about the campus for an hour plus for some cardiovascular from Kitty Murray around the loop and down the straight to Garner, came back to my very hot and dry independent apartment, to sweat out a 92 degree Fahrenheit or 33.3333333 degree Celsius Monday night like it was a Finnish sauna, with the aftermath of Lost, 24 and other finales playing out in front of me on the computer with internet television, just to see what excellence in program content broadcasting I may have missed during the school year. Evidently not much, so after switching from network television webisodes to some online comedy par College Humor, The Station, Equals Three, MattG124 and a bit of Fail Blog then some old Beavis and Butthead via Adult Swim to kill, after which I ditched the laptop programming for some live action outside, being the wonderful fireworks show the whole Meadowlands neighbourhood in Ancaster put on all weekend long, with our very own Redeemerites holding theirs at 390 Springbrook Road, quite the barrage of gunpowder and smoke, the long and short was a most hilarious show and the mishaps and misfires near the end had made it all the better in my own honest opinion, too bad I will miss their Dominion and Independence ones this coming early July down south here, but then perhaps in the end of this spring summer school course I will realize all of this was, oh sheesh y'all t'was a dream or whateva!