Music of the Night

Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses
abandon their defenses . . .
Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendor . . .
Grasp it, sense it -
tremulous and tender . . .
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to
the music of the night . . .
Close your eyes
and surrender to your
darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts
of the life
you knew before!
Close your eyes,
let your spirit
start to soar!
And you'll live
as you've never
lived before . . .
- Music of the Night from The Phantom of the Opera



Yesterday was the last day of my Interpersonal Communication, I gave a speech on the Phantom of the Opera and scored a perfect 100/100. I was both sad and relieved the class was ending. It was a fun class but I could use the extra time to finish some papers.

Today's creative writing class went well. I spent most of today working on a story. "Last Night In Beijing". I need to have a few people look it over, but once I finish it I will post it here for you all to enjoy.

The Sharks lost tonight. First loss of the season to Edmonton of all teams. I'm sure Jimmy is happy.

I spoke to my psychology teacher on Tuesday who had read my recurring dream to the class. I had to leave early the week before so I didn't get to hear his comments on it. I talked to him before class and he pointed out at just how detailed my dream was and how some schools, like Freud would say my dream speaks volumes about who I am, but of course interpretation comes down to me. I've had the dream for almost 6 years now. It's almost always the same, only small details change. I don't know what it means, but there must be a reason for the dream.

It's early morning, and the sun has yet to rise. Fog still covers the field as I look out from atop the hill. It's cold, and I can see my breathe. A darkness covers the land and demons rise from the ground in a black cloud. 1000's of them descend upon me in my white armor. With my wings spread I fight them. Some times I win, sometimes I fall. Some times my friends are there and I must hold the demons off while they escape. The fighting can last for hours, and there is little to no talking, but I can feel what the demons are thinking. If I fail, I know they will go after the ones I love.

I wake up exhausted afterwords. I've been debating about signing up for a sleep study. I'd like to know what my body and brain are doing while I sleep.

I've recently had these pictures in my mind that I want to draw. I just wish I knew how to draw. I'd be really great if there was something that could just transfer my thoughts into pictures, that'd just be easier.

I've been kicking a few ideas around for stories, I'll prolly spend this weekend trying to get them down on paper. My teacher has put out a challenge for us to get published. I have a few stories that I think I can get published some where. We'll see how that goes.

Behaviorists believe you are what you do, and nothing else matters. Every action we take is decided by weighing costs and rewards and there is no thought or feeling. While I believe action is very important, to completely discard the human mind seems absurd to me. Yet this is the most popular form of psychology right now. I just don't agree.




I gave you my music . . .
made your song take wing . . .
and now, how you've
repaid me:
denied me
and betrayed me . . .
He was bound to love you
when he heard you sing . . .
Christine ...

You will curse the day
you did not do
all that the Phantom asked
of you . . .!
-All I Asked Of You Reprise