wolven7 | Dreams of Fish/Snake women

Screamin' Jay Hawkins - [Heart Attack And Vine]--- Did anyone else dream, last night, about a cult of fish.snake women in the swamp, who were the direct descendants of Eve and an extra-terrestrial? There was a man who was in love with one of the fish-snake-women, and who, with the help of an ancient religious archeologist (almost wrote "archeologeist"; also, take that syntax as you will), found out their secret. In their burial caves, there were all of the "patriarchs" (read: "figureheads"), back to the beginning of their clan, and the first was an alien. Cut to a picture of Eve, the Alien, and Adam, all standing together, smiling. (MDFMK - [Stare at the Sun]). Then the voice-over said something like "she knew what she had to do; she would turn the tables on him, and theirs would be a race of clones." Because the alien species was already mostly cloning itself, with near-zero diversity.

In the end, every woman was a direct descendant of her mother, and bio diversity was only introduced, when they left the swamp, and engaged the human world. Michael J. Fox/John Ritter played the male lead, who got shot in the neck by a kurare dart from the oldest fish/snake/woman: The Matriarch. He was initially left tied to a tree to die, but he managed to get his had free, and to pluck the dart from his throat, before the paralysis could fully set in. He blacked out before he could check on the state of his son.

Now, I ask if that was someone else's dream because A) I generally have a lot more layers and convolutions to my dreams, than that. The fish-snake/women were just that, here: they didn't represent my school, or my work, or the women in my life. (OhGr - [Pore]). I felt no connection to them, like I was critiquing someone else's movie on a screen. It was a good movie, don't get me wrong, but it seemed a very straight-forward movie. And B) I was pretty tipsy last night, so I may have wandered into the wrong IdeaSpace, as Alan would have it. Like trying to open someone else's door with your keys, except you have all the keys, and you can get in, but don't realise it, until the morning, and then you're kind of embarassed and you look at the person whose house it is and you're like... Oh. Sorry about that.

If you don't think music affects the rythym at which you type, read the last run-on sentance to the bridge of that song.

Anywhodle.

Tom Waits - [Come on up to the House]--- Talk to you later, today.

Do like Tom says.