Waldon here and I think I'll share my thoughts on the "extinction" of the dinosaurs.

I want you to picture something. An earth from a billion years ago. Lush forests and great trees that reach high above and touch the very heavens above. But, this changes! It becomes evident that soon there will be a change; all will soon know. For it will soon be announced by it's deathly herald: a sky filled with light and fire! Now with only minutes to spare the massive heads of thousands, millions, of reptilian heads raise above the ground. Now, you think to yourself, the great light and flaming death from the cold space above will shatter on contact with the earth and raise clouds of dust and dirt that will cloud the sun, blot out the moon and stars and destroy the world as it was known for millions of years. Beginning the ushering of a new ice age.

You would be wrong.

As those heads raised above the trees, a pair of great yellow eyes stared balefully at the incoming murder. It knew. The great beast had grown strong and tall on instinct alone, and yet it knew what was coming in the very depths of it's minuscule mind. And understanding dawned! The great reptiles all knew what they must do, what their call will be! The real reason that they had become the kings and queens of the earth and sea. Against the fire filled backdrop of the falling sun stood a single shape. A shape known as regal to all that saw it, a shape that filled every eye and mind with nothing but fear and awe; The Tyrannosaurus Rex. You see it's strong brows, strong enough to break diamond along it's planes, the strong legs tensing, and great teeth grinding as it turned its terrible eyes toward the great voyager before it... and spoke in a voice deeper than we can ever comprehend, maybe not even in a voice! Just a thought so strong that all across the great continent it was embedded in the mind of every living thing!

"Now mammals, you are small and weak. We are doomed, but we will fall for you to stand. Flee the burning!"

Yes. Yes, I'm sure you shuddered as you read this. It was a memory embedded into the very genetics of our being. A code added to our DNA that even now remembers the sacrifice made for us. But a sacrifice for what? You ask. There was nothing to fight! I beg to differ. You see, that was no normal asteroid. You know where I'm going with this.

That asteroid was a ship! A vessel from the deep cold sent here for some unearthly and horrible reason that we cannot comprehend, but we all fear. Oh, you laugh! But what do you know? Oh, I know. I know everything about this. Do not doubt my words, heathen.  On that rock there were Others. Others that wanted to steal the very life and soul from this planet!

The great Dinosaurs knew this! They had no way of knowing, but when They came close, the great Dinosaurs felt it deep in their beings, what they were meant to do! Maybe it was some purpose instilled in them from some great Being Above, who knows?, maybe it was some sudden parallel evolution brought by the circumstances around them that gave them their first, and last, noble thought- but without that chance that they gave us, the freedom those great beasts fought for, we would all have been destroyed before we even began!

Now, the battle was great. Led in their charge by the most noble King of Reptilians, The T-Rex, the Dinosaurs all gathered. Predators and Prey. Hunters and Hunted. All differences cast aside now in the most important of times. Again, the King raised his head, and all did bow and listen before him . . .

"My brothers, my sisters, we are a dying breed."

There was no stir among the great assembly before him.

"We know of what will come soon. We know what it will do."

Silent consent from the millions gathered.

"We must save the Small Ones. Our time has come, theirs must come to fulfillment. We know."

All the bowed head's raised. The great yellow eyes of the King turned back towards the falling fire. Suddenly, the world was shaking! The very earth screamed it's protest as the unwholesome Others brought their parasitic decay to the once pure Mother Earth!

"They come! We fight!"

And the thousands, millions, nay, billions of Dinosaurs raised to their feet and screamed their defiance! The sound reverberated off the the very sky! A sound of their defiance and nobility! As one they turned and walked into the fire and light! The mass of bodies, quickly enveloped by the near supersonic wave of dust and wind, disappeared.

That was the last that any mammal has since set eyes on the great beasts. But some of us know exactly what happened in that infernal conglomeration of dirt and unholy gale, we know. They fought! They fought to their last claw! The Great Fliers! The Regal Herbivores! The Ferocious Carnivores! They all gave their all to holding off the threat from beyond! Who knows how the Tyrannosaurus finally passed on? His once great crown touching the defiled earth touched by the horrid Others. But I think, before his legacy disappeared, he stood on the bodies of the no doubt thousands of defeated enemies before him and looked towards the beginnings of man; and smiled. Smiled his great grin as only a creature with as terrible a maw as his own could.

The dinosaurs were ended that fateful day.

Now, we live in a world where we protect ourselves. Can you not hear it now? The voice of the King? He praises us. We did good, I think.


Anyways... I just wasted at least 10 minutes of your time, with something you probably didn't want to read but expected there to be something worthwhile at the end, that you're never going to get back. Congrats. :P Good night all!
-Waldon

Waldon here, and tonight I think I'm going to talk about how awesome music makes things. Music is something that I take very seriously. I love almost all music. I listen to almost every conceivable genre. I have albums from bands from every end of the earth. From British folk-metal/rock to Japanese Game Soundtracks. Metal, Rap, Hip hop, Electro, Techno, Nerdcore, Thrashcore, Black Metal, Death Metal, Viking Metal, Harmonic Metal, Rock of all the above, folk, country, western, jazz, classical, EVERYTHING.

Every type of music there is has a place. It has a place in the ears of SOMEBODY. I've heard a few theories, and read a few, that express the idea that our idea of music has been around as long as we have. From howling with the wolves back when we were still troglodytes, to eventually using sticks and stones, throughout the ages, until music has achieved a life of it's own.

I'm sure that sound has touched almost everybody, and for those that cannot hear it, or feel music like I do at least, I offer you my most sincere condolences. I wish you could experience this. The sound of a 100 piece orchestra sweeping the stage, to the powerful riff from an electric guitar and bass on a stage surrounded by 10000 screaming fans with beer and anger flowing through their veins. It's something you don't just hear, you feel it. Whatever sound it is that reaches that one part of your brain that makes you feel good, you'll know. Maybe it's a different sound every time, or maybe it's just one sound in particular that you could listen to for the rest of your life. Doesn't matter to me. It's all rooted back to humanity somehow.

Music can be a soothing sound or an agitation. It could bring out a patriotic fervor in you or make you want to rebel against the state. Music can do anything to us that we let it. A rising crescendo to bring out a smile in a tired face, a slow waltz for the lovers to dance the night away- maybe a rhythm and blues jazz sax to show the world how you feel?

Remember, it doesn't matter what music it is, all that matters is how you perceive it. Live your music, Music is life... if you let it.

Anyway, I suppose I should let you all get back to what you were doing before this pointless rant I suppose. Good night all! :)
-Waldon

Waldon here, the title today was given to me today by a figment of my imagination within my dreams. Thank you massively white bearded dream guy with the awesome walking stick, your words have been taken to heart.

Dreams can say a lot you know. I think that dreams are what show us who we really are. Or at least, who we want to be or do not want to be. Is that not the same as who we are, regardless?

I dream almost nightly of flying as high as I can, seeing the whole world laid out beneath me.  The vibrant blues and greens, browns and yellows, even the gray stone of the great mountains looking almost iridescent. But when I reach so high I can feel the air change. I start dropping, farther and farther. I can see myself in the reflections of thousands of passing skyscraper windows filled with the faces with every person I've ever let down or disappointed. I see the polluted sky above me getting darker and darker, an ominous red hue filling my eyes. I reach out my hands to grab for the fleeting faces, but I always hit the ground before they grab my wrist. Then I lay there, feeling crushed from the fall. Lying on cold concrete with my life stretched out above me I can physically feel the world revolving beneath me. And then you know what? I start feeling very tranquil because I know something is coming. I can hear what sounds like a song, but I can't hear the words. But they get louder, and louder, louder. . . Then I become scared. Terrified. The song is telling me something horrible, but I can't hear it. It get's louder. . .

And then I wake up.

It sucks, actually. I'm a sucker for a good story, and this dream makes me want to know how I end.

Dreams are a link to something. They are a link to our inner minds, our feelings and emotions. For thousands of years, human beings have regarded dreams as spiritual things and only recently have we started ignoring our dreams as meaningless. We've left behind the animalistic instincts that have let us survive for thousands of years.

The selection of the Dalai Lama. The Dalai Lama is found with dreams. The wise men follow the messages they get in their dreams to find the newest reincarnation of his Holiness after the passing of the last. After reaching a place they think is the correct place, they'll find the youngest child there and test him. The child can almost always identify the belongings of the last Dalai Lama. One such selection led to the rising of the Dalai Lama and his mother Diki Tsereng, pardon me for incorrect spelling if I'm wrong, who kept alive Tibet's religious beliefs and government through even the takeover of Tibet from China.

Have you ever walked somewhere at night, and you just feel like you should avoid something? There's no logical reasoning behind why you don't want to go down that particular street or avenue, no reason behind why you chose to take the right path instead of the left. You just felt like it was something you should do, so you did it.

I believe our dreams come from the same place those instincts come from. From whatever vestigial process in our highly evolved brains that give us the blessing of gut instinct. They're our thoughts processed on a subconscious level, allowing us to think so deeply that we could understand the very workings of the universe itself if we let ourselves.

What if we just let ourselves "fall", so to speak? We could just let ourselves do what we think is right at all times. Not what we tell ourselves is expected of us, we don't have to follow trends because the rest of us do it- we could do what we want for the betterment of us all because it feels like the right thing to do. Everybody has a good side to themselves, it's only to look in the dreams and see their own self recrimination in the souls of criminals, the tranquility in the beings of righteous devotion.

Now, I think I've probably bored you all with this incessant talking, there really isn't anything in this blog tonight worth reading, really. So, I'll make it up to you with this:

If you've had a dream you'd like to share, a gut feeling that turned out right, or even just thoughts, send me an email. I'll make sure to personally email everybody who sends one to me back. Here's my email.

waldonbest(at)hotmail(.)com

Although, I could probably count the number of people who read this off my hands and toes, but here's for effort, yeah? Good night everybody, have a good one.
-Waldon