well, let my try to sum up some of my fetishesh. Some are fetishesh in psychological sense, some are fetishesh in material/spiritual sense and some are just fantasies of mine or ones I've encountered or stubled upon
I have fetish towards words, letters, symbols, sigils, nonsense, living language and information.. also towards codes and systems. I treat them as entities rather than dead symbols (unless offcourse they are somewhat forgotten and sunken). Some abstractions and ideas appear to me in forms that are rather visual some even antropomorhic. They can also catch my other sensies. Sometimes even mind, soul or some living organ is more like a sense to me. I love dialects in a postmodern sense, netspeaks, slangs, academic and scientific language, pure madness of free flow, translated language through some translation progmram, languege of love, language courtings, good cursing and tastefull trolling. I also love sandwitches as islands, record players, record breakers and boats. Languege of dreams is one of my fondest passions and loves, though love appears limiting when it's just four lettered world, even if it's meanT to b or just(ified). Beound love is where I long to be to hell with these hexes
and may be up again some day
Innuendoes are work of art and character, shaking the spear of quil or tone of throut while subsiding the message has become somewhat hormonedriven and gigglish which I don't fancy that much anymore, if I am to be some unsecure teenage boy it would drive me into confusion and shame which I swallow with humble pride. There has only been few special people wuth whom I've had pleasure to spend youthfull light moments with... I tend to go with the narrative and faces given my by the dreams around my. I'm working on my skill of chameleoning and acting and when the circumstances act against my I've found myself to become too easily bored or tired. Usually I counter it with vaguesness, irony, lameness or delusional jolly old madness
BTW I have fetish towars ships, towns, catitols, hamlets, villages, gastations, highways and subways. I have married a Sea at one point, but it's hard to figure out if it was just a dream and have we been together since. It stroke me with suprise when I realised that I don't have any proofable relationship with oceans so it became my next challenge and exploration. Then there are stars and gods, faes and dragons, nasty monsters and stupid monsters, as well as terrifying monsters. Mirrors that are entities and books that are mirrors. Some people I've encountered have appeard in the eye of my dreaming as lakes or animals, some are more from soul or from deeper aspects and olgigs of dreaming. Android dreams are somewhat new study of mine, movies I've gotten use to walk in and out, comics are one of my oldest fetishes. Some of the most thoughtprovocing and intriguing demons I've met there. Beings whose way of eros and ecstasy go way beoynd banal views. Circus and carneval are among the most beautifull forms of games. Zombies and other death fantasies are interesting and close to some of my dear friends dreamings. I've promised to let one eat my brains, but don't be alarmed. This is going to happen only in world of dreams. When I've meditated death and undeads, as well as, wraiths and shadows, I've use to be in no connection to my brains. For best they seem to be limiting peas of hardwire at this technological level without some selfmade nanoimplants. Biological eyes are no use to. At least not my eyes. With some friends I've been aple to share some different aspects and ways of sensing exps seeing and that has teached to me that minds eye and sense in adadreaming or some other wakefull dreaming is way beoynd object tied seeing and telescope vision.
Insect worlds, spiders, elecrticity and neural networks tie the world of flesh to the world outside body (in my dreaming). It is somewhat noneasy and alien mindset and languege to me though I'm familiar with it. 'Cause it is tied to certain dunctions of brainchemistry and hormones plus echoes to my days on continuing medication it can evoke scenarios of addiction, ownership, seduction, hive mentality, clockworld or otherwise unreally predertemined or ruletied world. It's interconnected to half world of smuglers and criminals as well as inmates of sanitariums, prisons and other dungeon or cavelike matrixes. If you cant speak the languege of systemtied bug spirits or see the difference between lifeless programs and programs with gremlins and elves in it or emotional machine and spiritless machine, you'll end up experiensing worlds of naked lunch and lexx. And appreciate your pixies ahem pixels. Older generations code and bits as well as anologious systems. Some good dos age games and 64s could be very nice try if you can see the magic in them.
What I've learned from some mating habits of spiders is that bigger spider aka female tends to swallow smaller one after loving (this could be carnivalous and nasty or it could be sweet, sensual and deep). Then the smaller one starts to live inside the bigger until he gets to be bigger and swallow the male (which could even be her former entangler if he's big enough). And don't get me started on whales and spacestions, nukes and flowerpotteries.
Puppets, mollies, robots, mannekins and dolls are also world of their own. In past I've had some problems with accidental enchantments, ownerships and possessions, love addictions and uncontrolable desires. Now I'm beoynd that and see the different dreams as they are in a sense of intersected worlds. I'm still not in same dream with any fleshly version of my love who happens to posses free will combined with way of expressing it towards me in her or his choosing on our common or shared time. I can't do much in a face of longing towards free will and free spirit. Sometimes noias tell me that it's a paradox if I say that someone I find worthy of dreaming for could find in her the freedom of spirit, choice and will and still wan't to express it towards me. I try to be as I'm and avoid the pits like tell, should and would. So I long and occasionaly make arrangements of leaving this town and occasionaly mourn and fantasize about death, occasionaly just play and have fun... enough of this for now, I'm going to head for some shuteyed sleep and leave you wondering if this belongs to beoynd dreaming
