Oh yeah. Unfortunately, you can only watch it if you have facebook. But since there are over 500 million users its safe to assume that you might be one of them :D ENJOY!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
I Made A Movie
Well not really. BUT I did put together a trailer for this movie called "Priest" that is coming out soon. It was part of some contest I got into. Anyway, this was fun to make. It takes a lot of patience to cut a film but putting all the elements together (clips, sound fx, music, dialogue) was a fun and interesting challenge. Check it out!
Oh yeah. Unfortunately, you can only watch it if you have facebook. But since there are over 500 million users its safe to assume that you might be one of them :D ENJOY!
Oh yeah. Unfortunately, you can only watch it if you have facebook. But since there are over 500 million users its safe to assume that you might be one of them :D ENJOY!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Dreamisode #304
DISCLAIMER: Ok so look, I'm noticing (like I'm sure you are too) that a lot of these dreams are war related, smh. I'm really a peaceful person though, really :)
Aight so I don't even know how to set this one up properly....I woke up on a mission. I was part of a team. An underground militia/gang (thugs on payroll) for the company that makes a software called Dreamwaever (AKA Adobe, the ones who make Photoshop). [Side: For some reason "Dreamweaver" was the emphasis, the obvious reason is cause I was dreaming but also because I use that program a lot being a webdesigner.] The mission was to make some delivery to another maifa type group. We arrive at the spot and low and behold its Dr. Dre's studio (can you think of a better gangster to do business with?). Anyway, we got into discussion on how phuked up it is that we (my gang) had to be the middle man for a jack shyt organization with a corporate front that is no better than the gangs on the street! (sorry for all the language but I was not happy at all)Dre agreed but told us that "it is, what it is."
Anyway, we finish up business and go back to the "office" which looked more like arena (which made this next part feasible). There was some patrol officer walking around and I was still upset so Im not sure exactly what happened but that patrol guard ended up with his face on the payment (I was still a little upset clearly). Before I knew it me and my little squadron were engaged in an all out melee against hundreds of these "drones"; Some lethal some not. In the midst of brawling out of control. I noticed a figure walking away from me. It didn't look harmful but I still approached with caution anyway. I turned the figure around and to my LITERAL shock and surprise, I saw the most beautiful face I have ever seen in my life. She was extra dark skin and somehow my brain knew that she was from Kenya (how? I don't know). She was drop dead gorgeous. No really. After I gasped for air, I fainted and woke up.
Weird huh?
Aight so I don't even know how to set this one up properly....I woke up on a mission. I was part of a team. An underground militia/gang (thugs on payroll) for the company that makes a software called Dreamwaever (AKA Adobe, the ones who make Photoshop). [Side: For some reason "Dreamweaver" was the emphasis, the obvious reason is cause I was dreaming but also because I use that program a lot being a webdesigner.] The mission was to make some delivery to another maifa type group. We arrive at the spot and low and behold its Dr. Dre's studio (can you think of a better gangster to do business with?). Anyway, we got into discussion on how phuked up it is that we (my gang) had to be the middle man for a jack shyt organization with a corporate front that is no better than the gangs on the street! (sorry for all the language but I was not happy at all)Dre agreed but told us that "it is, what it is."
Anyway, we finish up business and go back to the "office" which looked more like arena (which made this next part feasible). There was some patrol officer walking around and I was still upset so Im not sure exactly what happened but that patrol guard ended up with his face on the payment (I was still a little upset clearly). Before I knew it me and my little squadron were engaged in an all out melee against hundreds of these "drones"; Some lethal some not. In the midst of brawling out of control. I noticed a figure walking away from me. It didn't look harmful but I still approached with caution anyway. I turned the figure around and to my LITERAL shock and surprise, I saw the most beautiful face I have ever seen in my life. She was extra dark skin and somehow my brain knew that she was from Kenya (how? I don't know). She was drop dead gorgeous. No really. After I gasped for air, I fainted and woke up.
Weird huh?
Monday, March 7, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Dreamisode #219
This dream was kinda random but cool nonetheless. It started off awkwardly with me waking up in a jungle. Then a gun was in my hand. M-16 or AK-47, not sure which but you get the point. As I was contemplating why I was holding a gun (a big ass gun at that), shots started firing in my direction from the thick of the jungle. I started shooting and as I began running I caught up with the rest of my team. We were at war. Didn't know why or with who but I knew I had to keep shooting or get shot. The battle was eventually over. We weren't dead so I guess we won. As we exited the jungle I realized that we were on an island.
I consulted with my comrades and we were to leave the island in the morning. Which meant I had one more night to be there. Didn't know what to do that night but before I could blink I was dressed for the club with two gorgeous ladies and one of my comrades. It was on and poppin! We were on a mission to find a dope spot to party. Came up to the club and we were skeptic but we decided to go in anyway. We were on an island so there was definitely island music playing. Dance-hall music on those big thumping reggae speakers in this large underground venue. Before we got settled in the club, we walked through at least 3 floors and heard 4 different songs (trippy part is that I heard each one of them distinctly and very intricately, I even wrote down "Sean Paul" when I woke up). SIDEBAR:Of all four songs that played I really enjoyed them and I could really feel the music as if I was awake and in an actual club. I also noticed that one of the songs was an instrumental that sounded like something I would produce cause it wasn't your typical dance hall joint. Its amazing how my brain works so intricately in these dreams, smh.
Anyway, we got to a certain point in the hall where we stopped and me and my comrade realized we came to the club with some really beautiful women (I guess we brought sand to the beach) and the women realized the same :) We started to feel the music and was str8 getting our dance-hall on. And that's how my dream ended.
Now you may be wondering how the hell my dream morphed from a war zone to dance hall (or you may not) but I know that if I was ever to live through a war, celebrating with beautiful women and good music would not seem like a bad idea. After all, music is the healer right?
As always, I appreciate you helping me interpret these dreams, thanks!
Reggz by Osathehealer
Anyway, we got to a certain point in the hall where we stopped and me and my comrade realized we came to the club with some really beautiful women (I guess we brought sand to the beach) and the women realized the same :) We started to feel the music and was str8 getting our dance-hall on. And that's how my dream ended.
Now you may be wondering how the hell my dream morphed from a war zone to dance hall (or you may not) but I know that if I was ever to live through a war, celebrating with beautiful women and good music would not seem like a bad idea. After all, music is the healer right?
As always, I appreciate you helping me interpret these dreams, thanks!
Reggz by Osathehealer
Friday, February 18, 2011
I know, I know....
I owe you a dream. There have been quite a few. I need to sift through them and interpret them. More to come folks don't worry. In the mean time though check out this commercial from Swizz Beats for PBS's The Electric Company. Cool colors. Good message for the kids.....and adults too. Check it out.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Dreamisode #1963
Aight so I think I wanna share this dream in light of the upcoming celebreation of Martin Luther King Jr. It won't make sense how this dream is connected to MLK til the end so bare with me.
The dream started off in some Jedi academy where I was training with my light saber along with the rest of the troop. Then the training session ended and we were summoned to hear the departing words of the Master. I wasn't really listening cause I was so eager to get out. Immediately after our release we burst into a childish game of tag, lead by yours truly of course. Off I went as I flew through the air wildly with the rest of the gang chasing me. Soon enough I came to land in this enchanted jungle. Immediately I knew I was somewhere in Africa, I could just feel it. The mood became very quiet. I was definitely in the deepest part of the jungle. As I walked through the trees, an opening appeared and there lie a solitude dwelling. I walked inside and there were 2 women and an infant child (my daughter?). There was somewhat of a tense energy in the air. I proceeded to take the young child in my arms. It was clear that I was not supposed to attempt to leave with that child. Even those that came with me seemed to be against the idea. I thought about fighting my way out but after a long pause I elected not to. I stood there gazing at the child in my arms and that's where the dream ended.
Now you might be wondering what this has to do with MLK. After I woke up I realized that I was "trained" to be able to fight my way out of that situation. Why didn't I?
"Nonviolence is the greatest force at the disposal of mankind. It is mightier than the mightiest weapon of destruction devised by the ingenuity of man." -Gandhi
The dream started off in some Jedi academy where I was training with my light saber along with the rest of the troop. Then the training session ended and we were summoned to hear the departing words of the Master. I wasn't really listening cause I was so eager to get out. Immediately after our release we burst into a childish game of tag, lead by yours truly of course. Off I went as I flew through the air wildly with the rest of the gang chasing me. Soon enough I came to land in this enchanted jungle. Immediately I knew I was somewhere in Africa, I could just feel it. The mood became very quiet. I was definitely in the deepest part of the jungle. As I walked through the trees, an opening appeared and there lie a solitude dwelling. I walked inside and there were 2 women and an infant child (my daughter?). There was somewhat of a tense energy in the air. I proceeded to take the young child in my arms. It was clear that I was not supposed to attempt to leave with that child. Even those that came with me seemed to be against the idea. I thought about fighting my way out but after a long pause I elected not to. I stood there gazing at the child in my arms and that's where the dream ended.
Now you might be wondering what this has to do with MLK. After I woke up I realized that I was "trained" to be able to fight my way out of that situation. Why didn't I?
"Nonviolence is the greatest force at the disposal of mankind. It is mightier than the mightiest weapon of destruction devised by the ingenuity of man." -Gandhi
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Dreamisode #2011
Hello there! Your probably not wondering why I haven't posted in a while....good. Cause I don't care to explain.
Anyway, Im a get right to it cause I have been dreaming some BIZARRE dreams and I would love to share.
Ok, so the other day I had this dream about this girl....woman actually. She was so beautiful. The object of my affection....literally. That's how the dream started, she just popped up out of nothing and she's all I could see and feel. Then the scenery grows around her; the background, walls, ambient noises, people and I am slowly distanced from her, now I am more of a passive observer than a potential suitor.
Anyway, this lucky guy gets to leave with her, to my distaste. Then to rub salt in the wound he ends up with her in MY ROOM. WTF?! I know. And yes, you are right about where this is going. So they then proceed to "get it on" while I did some work on my computer. And after what seemed like a minute later, dude gets up and says he has to go. Ummmm ok.
I guess she was still drunk on sex and asked "does anyone else in the room want some?"....well I looked around the room a couple times and was the only one in there so I figured she was talking to me. BUT CHECK IT, this is how lucid my dreams have become. I actually remember thinking to myself "yo I better put on a condom cause I don't know where that dude or this girl has been." LOL! In my dream tho? (IMPORTANT MESSAGE: Even while dreaming its important to have smart sex)
So anyway we ended up making really passionate harmony for what felt like a really long time.
Now heres where it all comes back to reality. I happened to be texting a friend I hadn't talked to in a little while (very beautiful and desirable woman of course). While we were texting I remembered that she was a virgin so I asked how that was going. She said her ex took it...hmmmm. Then I thought back to my dream cause me and her are friends but if she ever said "does anyone else in the room want some?" I would definitely answer the call.
Crazy right?!
Anyway, Im a get right to it cause I have been dreaming some BIZARRE dreams and I would love to share.
Ok, so the other day I had this dream about this girl....woman actually. She was so beautiful. The object of my affection....literally. That's how the dream started, she just popped up out of nothing and she's all I could see and feel. Then the scenery grows around her; the background, walls, ambient noises, people and I am slowly distanced from her, now I am more of a passive observer than a potential suitor.
Anyway, this lucky guy gets to leave with her, to my distaste. Then to rub salt in the wound he ends up with her in MY ROOM. WTF?! I know. And yes, you are right about where this is going. So they then proceed to "get it on" while I did some work on my computer. And after what seemed like a minute later, dude gets up and says he has to go. Ummmm ok.
I guess she was still drunk on sex and asked "does anyone else in the room want some?"....well I looked around the room a couple times and was the only one in there so I figured she was talking to me. BUT CHECK IT, this is how lucid my dreams have become. I actually remember thinking to myself "yo I better put on a condom cause I don't know where that dude or this girl has been." LOL! In my dream tho? (IMPORTANT MESSAGE: Even while dreaming its important to have smart sex)
So anyway we ended up making really passionate harmony for what felt like a really long time.
Now heres where it all comes back to reality. I happened to be texting a friend I hadn't talked to in a little while (very beautiful and desirable woman of course). While we were texting I remembered that she was a virgin so I asked how that was going. She said her ex took it...hmmmm. Then I thought back to my dream cause me and her are friends but if she ever said "does anyone else in the room want some?" I would definitely answer the call.
Crazy right?!
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