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wolven7Muse - [Supermassive Black Hole]--- I dreamed that I was at some kind of summer beach resort, a pier, or a shore-line vacation spot, like Virginia Beah or Ocean City, but I was also in the woods-- light, sparse park-like woods; very little by way of underbrush; arboretum-like. (Leaves' Eyes - [Senses Capture (Non-Album Track)]). While I was at the shore, I was continuing conversations with people, about money, and what we should do for our vacation time, how we should enjoy ourselves, and I wanted nothing mor, in the world than a chili dog.
Nighttime, suddenly, and I had a hotdog with chili and saurkraut on it, but it wasn't a chilidog. I had the last few inches of meat and bun to eat, when the pier diner cook inally came back, and put some chili on the dog, and gave me some saurkraut, and, with a little mustard, it was a chilidog. Dream logic. I finished my food, and had to be in the woods, to take caer of something, so I walked toward the water.
In the forest, there was a man, dressed all in black and dark green, and he was taking things that didn't belong to him, people and their gifts, because he had a book that he felt gave him the right to do so. I chased and hunted him through the woods, a while, and he captured someone I knew, and held her hostage. (Cole Porter & Natalie Cole - [Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye]). I stopped things from moving, and had his book, in my hand. I drove the side of my fist down, into its pages, over and again, reshaping what the words meant, and the underlying nature of the thing. I started things, again, and he disappeared; faded into the night, afraid and panicking. I had chaned the nature and structure of his source of power, making it not mean anything for him, anymore. The forest looked at me and said "you know what you have to do," and so I set sparrows to chase him, as he fled in the form of a cat, through thick conceptual underbrush. In chasing him, they caused pices of him to drift of like smoke, until there wasn't enough left to coalesce...
Comorbid - [A Faerie's Heart]--- I need to go eat and shower...
Good morning.
Nighttime, suddenly, and I had a hotdog with chili and saurkraut on it, but it wasn't a chilidog. I had the last few inches of meat and bun to eat, when the pier diner cook inally came back, and put some chili on the dog, and gave me some saurkraut, and, with a little mustard, it was a chilidog. Dream logic. I finished my food, and had to be in the woods, to take caer of something, so I walked toward the water.
In the forest, there was a man, dressed all in black and dark green, and he was taking things that didn't belong to him, people and their gifts, because he had a book that he felt gave him the right to do so. I chased and hunted him through the woods, a while, and he captured someone I knew, and held her hostage. (Cole Porter & Natalie Cole - [Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye]). I stopped things from moving, and had his book, in my hand. I drove the side of my fist down, into its pages, over and again, reshaping what the words meant, and the underlying nature of the thing. I started things, again, and he disappeared; faded into the night, afraid and panicking. I had chaned the nature and structure of his source of power, making it not mean anything for him, anymore. The forest looked at me and said "you know what you have to do," and so I set sparrows to chase him, as he fled in the form of a cat, through thick conceptual underbrush. In chasing him, they caused pices of him to drift of like smoke, until there wasn't enough left to coalesce...
Comorbid - [A Faerie's Heart]--- I need to go eat and shower...
Good morning.
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Date: 2007-04-12 04:08 pm (UTC)Now. That guy is the department. Repeat until satisfied. XD
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Date: 2007-04-12 11:36 pm (UTC)Self-defense, really...