I had this weird dream last night. I don’t know how I get such messed up dreams, but they make for great entertainment, and if I could make movies out of each of them I would be richer than the oil sheiks of the Mideast.

So to set the stage, let me give you the real life background of the dream. There was this girl I knew in high school that was pretty cute, and we hadn’t talked pretty much in a couple years. That’s about it.

Onto the dream, I was living in a nice town by the ocean, in some apartment. I drove three hours to visit my parents, and all of a sudden, BAM, I meet the girl who I had not talked to in a couple years there, by virtue of Jason (my younger brother) introducing me to her. But she didn’t look the same. In fact, she was massively ugly. Uglier than any girl I had ever seen before. I remembered liking this girl, but not like this. I pretty much walked away from both of them, got into my car and drove off.

But alas, they followed me. Jason got out of his car and told me “Why did you do that, d***it? You two are supposed to fall in love!” I walked over to the girl and asked her, “You’re not really her, are you?” and she replied, “No, but it’s nice to pretend.” What the crap. That was terrible. There must have been a gap in the action, because all of a sudden my brother was driving a tricked-out Chevy S-10 with a Gatling gun in the back. He drove right up to the girl, got out, and as she walked toward the truck, he ran to the back and took hold of the Gatling gun. What happened next was terribly grotesque and can only be described by saying that she had been riddled with about 80 bullets.

Then I woke up. How terrible. This dream got bad in three stages. Stage 1 was Good Stage — I supposedly had met the girl I liked in high school and was going to tell her I loved her for some reason. Stage 2 was Take a Bad Turn Stage — she turned out to be the ugliest monster I had ever seen. Stage 3 was Horrible Twist to the Story Stage — it turns out this girl was pretending to be the girl I wanted to see. Stage 4 was Pointless Violence Stage — my brother filled her full of bullets and ended her existence quickly. The sick thing about that was that he kept shooting, as if after the 2nd shot he needed 78 more.

So messed up.

I really need a good dream to happen. Like one where I have a beautiful wife, two kids, and I get lots of money. Nothing bad like people shot. Is that too much to ask?

I can’t wait for this movie to come out. After the Lord of the Rings trilogy, I’m looking forward to the next great movie adaptation of a C.S. Lewis book. Check out this teaser trailer.

This was Oregon’s only pro sports championship.

Here’s what today consisted of.

1. I woke up.
2. I went to work.
3. Shot video of some highly classified stuff somewhere on base.
4. Came home.
5. Napped.
6. Woke up at 11 PM.
7. Listened to music and read.
8. Here I am.
9. Now I am going to bed.

I will post more tomorrow. I’m thrashed. It’s just one of those weeks where my body does not want to sleep, even though it knows it needs it.

Yeah, baby. Tonight I had the full pleasure of not having to worry about being called into work on a Wednesday night. Since our shop is done with all the summer events (i.e. Air Force band concerts, special presentations) that always happened on Wednesday and interfered with my need to attend church, I now have freedom to go to youth group every week. It’s something I always took for granted until now. When you only get to go to youth group once in the past month and it’s something you really enjoy for many different reasons, you get really super pissed. But now I’m back in full force.

So that being said, tonight church was really awesome. We had a great time in worship, and we sang good song after good song. For some reason, tonight it was easier than most nights to get into the worship. I think it’s because there was already a good atmosphere of worship in the building. Some people had to have been praying for the Holy Spirit to move tonight in a way that would relate to the youth, and you could feel God’s presence during the worship service. There wasn’t a big display of shouting, running, jumping over pews or swinging over lights — instead it was a movement that involved everyone standing, raising their hands, lifting their voices with everything that was within them and worshipping God.

It was awesome to see, and a huge encouragement. It also made me realize that I am going to miss Lakeside Church when I deploy to Iraq, and I had to stop singing for about half a song and actually take it all in. I realized this was the most active, close-knit youth group I’ve ever been involved with. It’s amazing. Great people who are dedicated to the Lord first and then each other. That’s what it’s all about. No more, no less. I love everyone there.

After worship, there was a guy who came up to speak. He came from John and Barbara’s (our worship and youth leaders, respectively, and dedicated readers of my blog — thanks guys!) old church, Bethel Temple, and what he had to say was really good. I want to say his name was Jerry, Bill, Steve or something like that. Wish I could remember it. But anyway, he spoke about how we all need to honor God and strive to be holy in everything we do. He exhorted (good Bible word there) the youth group and told everyone that we were one of the best youth groups he had seen. It made me proud to be a part of it, once again.

I need to say once again how amazing Melissa is. She has these awesome black stiletto boots that are just absolutely stunning, captivating, mesmerizing, etc. at the same time. Those boots are awesome. There are not enough words in the English language that can adequately describe how wonderful the boots are, so I will make one up myself. Magnamarificious. Melissa’s boots are absolutely magnamarificious.

So magnamarificious, in fact, I can barely type. Esfs seojtkggrocv. ere,m ekeso-3. #Skf$?

Uh, anyway…she wore the boots to church and told me she wore them just for me. What an amazing woman. She came over and sat by me, we stood in front of the church with everyone worshipping, sat together during service (listening intently of course) and and we talked for a bit afterward. Good times in the Lakeside Church sanctuary.

In other news tonight…
- No hurricane yet. COME ON STORM. I WANT TO TAKE PHOTOS OF YOU IN ALL YOUR DESTRUCTIVE GLORY.
- Tomorrow I have to go on an all day video shoot. Bleeecccchhh.
- ITunes 5.0 is the best audio player available, in my opinion. That being said, I have actually started purchasing music from it instead of illegally downloading tunes. Amazing.
- This site will be UPDATED, BIG TIME, in the near future. It will include a lot of videos and songs I have made.

That’s all for now. Rock on with your bad selves, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and have a great night!

Well, it’s hitting North Carolina right now. Let’s hope we get some effects of it. It won’t do much hopefully, but I want just enough to get on film.

Here’s a satellite photo of the storm. Don’t know if it updates or not. In case you need to know where Newport News is, it’s on the bottom right hand corner of Virginia, really close to the North Carolina border.

Oh no! Family Guy shows us what all of us former Sesame Street fans now know to be true.

Absolutely scrumtrilescent.

I think it was about five or six months ago that I picked up my friend Adam Gillette to go to a church event down in Chesapeake. He brought this weird looking CD, popped it in my car’s CD player, and out of my speakers came beautiful harmonic sounds of….well, it was pretty much indescribably awesome. After much discussion, I found out the band was named Sigur Ros, they’re from Iceland, and the words they sing are a mixture of English and Icelandic (they call it Hopelandic). So needless to say, I got hooked on their music, got their CD ( ) (that’s actually the title of the CD, an open parentheses followed by a closed parentheses) and listened in my car, in my dorm, etc. Now their new CD, Takk, comes out in 3 days and I’ve been listening to a preview of it on Myspace. It sounds awesome. Check out their Myspace page and you can preview the album too. Sucks that rewind and fast forward are disabled, because I really like the Takk Intro and "Mea Bloanasir." But rest assured, this will quite possibly be my favorite album to buy in all of September.

I have a lot of time on my hands lately.  Working nights and no college classes has meant that I have a lot of idle time recently.  But even with all the time I have to waste, I don’t have time to deal with some crap that’s been going on recently.

Last night I said goodbye to Stephanie Dorsey for good.  When my mom was visiting my dad in DC along with my brother Jason, I got a rare opportunity to talk with her one-on-one about how life is going.  I mentioned Stephanie to her and she instantly told me I should drop her like a hot potato.  I asked why and she said "think about it, ever since you and her broke off of each other she has only wanted to be your friend when she needs something."  Which was completely true.   Stephanie used to want to talk to me all the time — even if she was busy, she would find time to talk to me at least for a little while.  But then of course, things went south and I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt and even tried to let her take the high road.  I tried as long as possible to be civil toward her, and actually thought I could be friends with her again.  But as it turned out, she never really wanted to talk to me (I would call her and she would instantly say "I gotta go"), she only contacted me when she needed something from me (I don’t know why she would need me in the first place), and I kept on trying to continue a friendship that simply wasn’t there.  I mean, take this for example…I helped her with a paper for one of her college classes recently.  She talked to me last night and thanked me for it.  It went something like this:

Stephanie: “Thanks for helping me with my paper! You’re my hero!!!”
Me: “Let’s see just how much of a hero I really am when you don’t need anything from me.”

And BAM, that set her off.  It set me off too because I fired off a volley against her and gave examples of her offenses.  Probably not the smartest thing to do, but all her response was: "I’m sorry you feel that way, and I’m sorry if I made you feel that way."  Sigh.  I told her that was the end of everything since she didn’t want to make an effort to be friends, and she went off.  I mean seriously, she must be a 11 year old girl trapped inside a 20 year old woman’s body.  Suffice it to say I got rid of every method of contact I had with her.

Whew. That being overwith, it’s time for me to get a haircut then run to the store to replenish my nonexistent food supply.

Join me in celebrating the six-month anniversary of The World According to Chris Brewer. Since it’s not been a year yet, let’s just skip any celebration, actually.

Ok, so I titled this post “Another Roller Coaster Ride.” The Air Force is really good at telling people where to go, when to go there, and then suddenly tell them to stay where they’re at right before they go where they were told they were supposed to go. Confusing, I know, but it happened to me. I should be in Mississippi right now filming awesome news stories and helping out with hurricane relief efforts, but the way I understand it, the Air Force moved their operations center for hurricane relief and now they have no room to accommodate any more broadcasters. That’s a load of crap. I seriously think Air Force officials want to screw me over any way possible. Suffice it to say I’m pretty pissed off and I have every right to be. I had my bags packed, room ready for inspection (yeah I live in the dorms), and had told everyone I knew and their mothers how to get a hold of me. Now it’s all for naught.

I was really super pissed when I talked to Melissa about it earlier. So mad in fact, I couldn’t even type my text messages right. I think she summed it up when I told her I hated the Air Force way of life…she said, “Oh my gosh, they’re nuts.” And they are. I hope the person who did this to me gets deployed to Iraq and stays over there until he or she turns 86.

So I’ve been working evenings. Which is the sole reason I’m up this late, typing at all crazy funked up hours of the morning. It’s 2:38 AM here (only now is my body getting fully accustomed to East Coast time, and I’ve lived here 10 days shy of a year now) and I’m not even tired. It’s really weird…we have to be at work at 2 PM, so I usually wake up at about 1:30, take a 20 minute shower, throw some clothes on, shave, make myself smell like I’m going clubbing or something, fix my hair, get out the door and arrive at work sometime around 2:18. Like they care. Normal schedule (8 to 5) and actual work resumes on Monday. Hooray.

Well it’s officially Friday but I am gonna try and see if after work a bunch of folks from church don’t wanna hang out and do something crazy. Like possibly film a video.

I need to get a girlfriend badly. Instead of running eight laps around a track at full speed trying to expend my energy, I think having a girlfriend would act as a natural sedative and I would just sit around and nod yes and no all the time. Which could be a good thing.

I need to shut up now.

(EDITED AT 2:23 PM)

I’m not going anymore. Yeah, that’s right. Some of the higher-ups said they are moving some resources to a different site and therefore they cannot accommodate two broadcasters.

So this probably means I am still going to Iraq in November. Keep on prayin’ that doesn’t happen.

Greetings to everyone. Things have not calmed down one bit.

Last night was awesome. Tyler, Sean and I went to Go-Karts Plus in Williamsburg, then we taught Tyler how to play Risk. Yeah, you know, the Game of World Domination. At the go-kart place, we played miniature golf for awhile. It was pretty boring the first three or so holes until Tyler came up with the idea that the loser of the match buy the other two people ice cream. Let me put it this way: I can never beat Tyler and never lose to Sean. So Sean ended up buying ice cream. Sad thing is, we went to Wal-Mart to get it so his wallet wasn’t stung that badly. Mine was–I helped pay for gasoline.

Oh well. Risk is the best game man ever invented. I’ll bet some kids had to do a history project in 8th grade once, and they went home and drew a world map–but all the borders were wrong and some of the names were off. I mean come on, Yakutsk? All I see on a world map where Yakutsk is on a Risk board, is the east end of Russia. And I didn’t think Quebec comprised half of Canada. Anyway, these kids had to have gotten an A+++ on the project, and then they took it back home and put it on the fridge with magnets–and there you get the idea for the armies. Ok, I’m being stupid. But Risk rocks. Tyler won, by the way, because we had to teach him how to play and we wanted him to feel good.

Today was ok, I went to work at 8 and called my supervisor because no one was there. Unbeknownst to me, everyone was coming in at 2 PM to film the dress rehearsal for the Langley AFB Tattoo (don’t ask me what it’s about, I’m just there to film it). I was supposed to meet Melissa at 9, so I figured coming in at 2:00, I couldn’t leave until at least 10. Which meant no going to Melissa’s place. Dangit. So I called her and told her I couldn’t come over, and went home and went to bed till noon. Turns out I got double shafted–I got off work at 8:30, and sent Melissa a text message (isn’t communication great?) telling her I could still come over. Her response? “I’ve already made other plans.” Who can blame her?

Tomorrow will bring more filming for Tattoo. Sarcasm alert: There is nothing more fun than manning a camera, moving it back and forth for an hour and a half on a tripod, while stationed on a hydraulic lift (the ones that the pilots fix the planes with). Factor in the wind and now the fact that it’s starting to feel like Oregon at night, and you have a deadly combination of Chris Brewer running the Katharine Hepburn camera…shaky shot central. Ugh.

Man, I haven’t posted a Bible study on here recently. I think I may do so tomorrow.

Bye bye, Louisiana Superdome. Keep praying for Katrina victims, by the way. Donate some money, too.

Night, everyone.