Repost: A Party at MoonVooDoo

Intro to the Repost: I was looking for a specific dream in my archives to repost because it ties in with the theme of Hallowe'en, but then I found this one. I'd forgotten about it. This one ties in with a few things I've been thinking and writing about recently. I've been messing around with... Continue Reading →

Hard as Diamonds, Tough as Nails

[This is a repost of a post published in February 2015. It's amusing reading what I wrote back then, especially as I know what happened next (even though some of it is now a blur in the archive of memory). I did buy a house, and strangely enough I sometimes refer to this house as... Continue Reading →

Wherever You Throw Me, I Will Stand

[Please note: This is a repost of a post published in November 2013. Wow, what a cool dream! And since before I reread this post, I'd reread several of the other posts I'd written in November 2013, this dream is particularly meaningful, showing how my blogging was affecting my psyche, helping me to shift out... Continue Reading →

Sweet Dreams are Made of Marilyn Manson

Do you ever have dreams which you can't explain to yourself... ones which don't seem to have any connection to anything you were thinking about or feeling before you fell asleep, which don't appear to connect to what you experienced, witnessed, noticed, saw, what had an impact upon you, your conscious or subconscious, during the... Continue Reading →

Wild Chasing Human

. "The White Stag has a message for you. Hunters of old pursued the miraculous stag, not because they expected to kill it, but because it led them in the joy of the chase to new and fresh adventures, and so to capture happiness. You may look on the White Stag as the true spirit... Continue Reading →

What’s Your Anger Quotient?

. Is anger your ally or your enemy? Is it your little friend or foe? What makes you angry? . . How do you deal with your anger? Are you in control of it or does it control you? Are these questions making you angry? Why am I asking? Well... It started last night, but... Continue Reading →

Who is Manny?

One of the first things Manny said to me when I met him was - I have only three years to live. That was a rather grim (reaper) introduction. . Paul Gustave Dore - Raven . However he didn't seem that bothered about his appointment in Samarra. So why should I be bothered by it,... Continue Reading →

A Party at MoonVooDoo

Since I am completely spaced out at the moment and can’t hold a thought in my mind long enough to think it, I’m sharing an old post about a different kind of spaced and space – a dream I had which was vivid, fun and insightful.

An Upturned Soul




Last night I went to a party. It was at an old mansion in the countryside which was owned by a polymath of the mysteries of life, death, and everything else. He had turned part of his house into a restaurant called MoonVooDoo. It was not a typical restaurant, it was not a restaurant at all, but the owner called it a restaurant. You couldn’t go there without being invited by the host, but he was a very sociable and welcoming man, who invited all those he felt would enjoy and feel at home in such a place.

It was a beautiful evening, and we dined outside. There was a long table on the lawn, surrounded by an odd assortment of antique chairs. Food and drinks of all sorts, for all tastes and palates, was laid before us. Brightly coloured lanterns were strung between tall trees. It was…

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What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?

Night Passing Earth to Day by Frank L. Jirouch (photo by Daderot) . . “The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth... Continue Reading →

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Scylla and Charybdis - Italian fresco . . Pull the curtain back, it hides a wall, but the wall is not a wall at all, it is a board masquerading as a wall. Pull the wall back, it hides a door, open the door… The other day while I was working on the image which... Continue Reading →

Come Dream with Me…

. . “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” ― Edgar Allan Poe . . . . Of what does the princess in the ivory tower dream... . Of a knight in shining armor to rescue her from such a lonely place, and carry her off on his steed... Continue Reading →

Follow your… Distractions

“Follow the wandering, the distraction, find out why the mind has wandered; pursue it, go into it fully. When the distraction is completely understood, then that particular distraction is gone. When another comes, pursue it also. ” ― Jiddu Krishnamurti . . Follow the leader... . . Follow the crowd... . . Follow your nose...... Continue Reading →

Don’t Kill My Shoes!

"Don't kill my shoes! Please don't kill my shoes!" Those were the words I shouted at the salesman in the shoe shop who had just informed me that my shoes... the ones which I had been wearing, which had been on my feet when I walked into the store, and which I'd only taken off... Continue Reading →


Ever wake up from a dream and feel that the dream was more real than real life. I do. All the time. In fact, there was a period in my life when I was convinced (or I hoped) that my dreams were my real life and my waking life was my dream life, or more... Continue Reading →

and the rest of the world seems to go crazy around you

"Dave: What do you think it's like, Father? Father Shellnut: What's what like? Dave: Being crazy, mentally ill. Father Shellnut: Well, they never know they're ill, do they? I mean, you can't diagnose yourself with the same organ that has the disease, just like you can't see your own eyeball. I suppose you just feel... Continue Reading →

On Stabbing Yourself in the Eye with a Pencil

Eye Pencil Drawing by AtomiccircuS   This morning I woke up with a shock. I had just stabbed myself in the eye with a pencil in an attempt to solve a problem. The problem was a pain in my left eye. A sharp feeling of having a shard of glass inside the eyeball. And the... Continue Reading →

Dreams are made of this… Who am I to disagree

Sweet dreams are made of this... The False Mirror by Rene Magritte I adored Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics when I first heard it back in the day… what day was that? It’s one of those songs that has become part of the soundtrack of my teenage years. Those years also known as being traumatised by... Continue Reading →

The Ideal Lover

A quick intro and then a story about a dream lover. Do you remember the first time you dreamed about your ideal lover? Can you still picture him or her? Is that first ideal lover the same as the one you dream about today? Even if you’re warmly ensconced in a relationship with a lover,... Continue Reading →

A Film which Captures What it is Like to be in a Relationship with a Narcissist

Last night I watched - Hansel and Gretel (2007) - a South Korean film which takes the fairytale and flips it around in ways that are equally charming, fascinating and intensely creepy. It is a beautiful, visually captivating, and brilliant film as is…If you’ve had or have a relationship with a Narcissist, this film is... Continue Reading →

Wherever You Throw Me, I Will Stand

The Three Legs of Man, Ronaldsway Airport by Kevin Rothwell via The title of this post is a loose translation of the motto of the Isle of Man - Quocunque Jeceris Stabit - which goes with the symbol, the triskelion, of the three legs on the Manx coat of arms. I was actually searching... Continue Reading →

Tetchycal Difficulties

I woke up in a tetchy mood this morning. My jaw and face were aching because I was grinding and clenching my teeth in my sleep harder than usual. I had a bad dream. My worst dreams, the ones I consider nightmares, are not ones which frighten me, but those which frustrate me. In this... Continue Reading →

Soundtrack of my MInd: Murder by Numbers

Um... I know someone who hates people that start their sentences with um so much they often claim they want to kill them... I wonder if they've ever fantasised about killing me? In my previous post - Breaking Bad Habits - I mentioned that I could have been a serial killer. In fantasy. In reality...... Continue Reading →

Breaking Bad Habits

I have watched Breaking Bad, but I did not make it a habit. I loved the first season, however there was one character who stressed me out too much and made the rest of the series impossible for me to view. My partner watched the whole series, most of it in back to back episodes.... Continue Reading →

Sobbing Toilets and Cheech and Chong Style Dreams

The flux capacitor powering my internet is capacitating flux. Therefore sometimes I can get online easily and sometimes the pizza wheel of death informs me that I can't and have to do something else. I'm a grumbler by hobby, but this is one thing I don't grumble about… that much. There are some things which... Continue Reading →

Weekly Photo Challenge: Dreams of my Inner Ocean

DreamsOfMyInnerOcean by MoonVooDoo This morning I saw that there was a new Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea. I have no photographs in my archive of the sea, even though I live quite near to the coast. I thought about passing on this challenge... or taking a trip to the coast, but it's Saturday and a beautiful... Continue Reading →

A Laughing and Smiling Mama Bear

Someone called me a Mama Bear last night. I think it was in a comment on my blog... in a dream. I laughed at it. Laughing is something I do a lot. It covers many bases for me... mostly it covers up the fact that I am uncertain what reaction I am supposed to have,... Continue Reading →

Sex With Android Humans From The Future

The title of this piece comes from a dream I had last night. The dream itself wasn't X-rated, but I'm sure if Freud was around to interpret it that he would find all sorts of sexual meaning within it. It all started with an inane little dream. I was in my house trying to solve... Continue Reading →

Scorpion Sushi

Last night I dreamed that I had something stuck in my throat. I coughed and hacked away until I eventually spat the blockage out. It was a sushi roll wrapped around a little red scorpion. I picked the roll up, trying to be careful not to get stung, to examine it closely, then I realised... Continue Reading →

A Quick Dream about a Badger and Wizard’s Hat

Last night I dreamed that I was digging in the garden and unearthed a sleeping hedgehog. The hedgehog morphed into a badger, who gave me a wizard’s hat. I refused to take the hat as it was not mine. He insisted that it belonged to me. I accepted it. End of dream (Not really, the... Continue Reading →

The Benefits of Having Sex Daily (otherwise known as Dyslexia)

TicToc by MoonVooDoo I make myself laugh, especially when I catch myself doing something silly. I was trying to write a post about dyslexia the other day, about some of the benefits and gifts which it confers rather than the brain glitches, and the post just kept getting longer and longer because I kept adding... Continue Reading →

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