Remember what I said about dreams, yesterday?

[wolven7]

Here's what I remember:

Something about a LiveJournal post, from greygirlbeast reminding people that owe her pictures to post them soon.

I'm trying to build a society. I'm trying to help a forest society burgeon and flourish, while they're on the run, from the law, from stronger forces. My spells and wards are working, but only just, and there are people chasing these people, and there are people moving ahead of them to bar their way. Some of these are the same people, and one of them holds a reputation for being the world's most powerful necromancer. I see him, riding in and standing beside his carriage, pulled by a ball of flame, taunting me, derriding me.

There is a battle, in the forest. Everyone is fighting and running, trying to save their own lives, and the lives of their friends and family, carts are exploding, and horses are being stolen. Something, here, about wearing the furs of animals; bears, lions,tigers, but mainly the bear's, to get the others to settle down. And the forest is the inside of a house, and the far distance is a wall you can walk through, like the roadrunner, or John, on that one episode of Farscape. SpaceGhost steals a horse, and sets to destroying the enemy transports, their wagons broken, their horses stolen, he's using the powerbands and a whip to drive them onwards. We come to a cliff, in the forest, and we see strange broken tracks, in the road; the dirt is weird...

We slide down the hill, in front of us, and into what my companion calls a football field, but it's no football I know. There's three goals-- one in the centre, and one on either end-- and the field is larger thana an American football field. We ask each other "Is this what Mr. ________'s been planning?" There is some mobster who has been planning something huge, while we've all been in the forest, and this may be it... And I say "This is the neighbourhood he's designed; it looks almost exactly like my aunt's neighbourhood. If that church were smaller, and those houses closer..." I'm walking with someone who changes from being my dad, my mom's dad, and, Very briefly, warren_ellis. I say something to him about not looking forward to driving on the left side of the road, having just gotten used to driving on the right. We're walking on the side of the street opposite the field, now, and there's a car full of possible toughs pulling up in front of us. I've got everything I own in a plastic trash bag over my shoulder, and it crinkles as I walk past, with my head down. The kids try to stop me, one of them tells me to wait, tries to get my attention.

We're walking past a group of homeless, insane men, now, all of them in their own world, literally. As we walk past them, we catch glimpses of their reality, and what they see and experience. While next to one man, I know that the kid who tried to get my attention has gone inside to get his recorder, so he can play me a song. I turn around, and the car is gone. One of the men, an older gentleman with darker skin and freckles and bags under his eyes, stops me, says my name, and is astonshid to see me, having thought me dead. I just slightly remember the man, and my grandfather walks on ahead, to our destination, and my mom stays as the man re-introduces himself to us. His name is Phoenix Phillips, and I tried to save his daughter's life. He tells me that I was the one who called his daughter's case in to the X-Files, when everyone else was baffled

Here, everything starts to curl in on itself. The apartment in which I live has a forest behind the walls

Everyone had given up on his daughter, but i knew that there was no medical explanation for the type of growth she was experiencing on her eyes. she was growing demon eyes, and when I called Mulder and Scully to help, we were unable to do anything about it. The girl died. But Phoenix weanted to thank me, anyway, because I tried. My mom was surpirsed and amazed, because I never told her about the X-Files, and, at this point, there is no distinction beetween the show and its being a reality, but it's not a reality show. No documentary. Two concurrent realities. I get Phoenix's contact information, because I'm on the way to the main part of the airport, and I don't want to be stuck in this airport Wal-Mart, but I also don't want to lose contact with him, again. He tells me to be sure that, when I get in contact with them, I nominate both him, and the bank. I don't know what the hell he's talking about, and I'm about to ask him to exlpain. I wake up

So. That was weird.

I went to sleep at 1.40, this morning, or thereabouts. Woke up at 10.20. What the hell?

Food now. sleep pattern ponderance later.

Comments

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

I...honestly have no idea what to make of most of that.

Different ways of seeing, stewardship, battles to be one. I mean 'won'.

HAH. Fucked up typo.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

My dream life is always screwy, you know that. I'll just have to keep an eye out for that guy...