wolven7 | Layer upon layer of fucked up dreams.

Chumbawamba - [Creepy Crawling]--- But I guess that's what happens when the mantra on which you focus, before bed is: "To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the Season of Mists; and may each and every one of us always give the Devil his due."

Dreams of sleeping with the younger sister of someone who don't have sisters, who was an old ideal (the younger) to be let go. The older is a friend to whom I don't speak much, anymore. Loki, MC Fronttalot, and some others were in other sections of the dream, and we were in the Dragon*Con hotels, setting up for the universe to start.

Chumbawamba - [Mary, Mary]--- Something about watching the new version of Fight Club, with a lot of exposition by "Jack," wherein he goes to the grocer and spends time marvelling at the placement of the most random shit, in the store. He gets more and more pissed off at the jumble of things in Aisle Five, finally screaming "And what the fuck is the deal with Aisle Five?!"

Something about going to a Blockbuster, or Wal-Mart thing with videos, and finding really cheap copies of "Farscape," but having to sneak them away from the children. The airport featured, a bit, here, as did more of the Hotel, the Mall, and the Cities in my head.

karishi was trying to get in touch with us, to hang out, and get something ready.

Alan Moore keeps asking if I'm ready to start the apocalypse.

Chumbawamba - [Smalltown]--- I don't know which Icon to use. Weird, isn't it? It's not standard House-style, and I felt more powerful, on waking, like I'd been given what I deserved, and had given away that which I no longer needed. So, you know: The Devil.

But then, it's me, innit? Always me.

I'mn not too sure i'm actually fully awake, yet. Stay tuned for updates.