wolven7 | Last night/This morning

mech_angel and I went to The Mark, last night, with

paosparti. It was quite a lot of fun, and I haven't danced like that in a Very Long Time. It's kind of funny; yesterday I start re-reading Phonogram, with no idea of anything to do, later in the day I get phone calls and IMs, andI end up at a club for the first time in a Long time. Hmmmmm.

Saw

rubberdux, as well as

saxshooter, and her boy. That was pretty awesome.

Dreamed, this morning, about MARTA Trains and picnics, first of all, conversations with, i think, Legba, and then

ego_likeness, Steve and Donna being the ones with whom we would have a picnic, and talk about those kinds of things.

Second part of the dream was of Robert Siegel, from All Things Considered, making some kind of open letter, on air, for people to be more considerate to each other, and not be so damned rude.

The next section is a party in everyone's heads, which is in a park, which is also the woods, which is also my bed room. I think it's the bedroom of whoever happens to be viewing it. Everyone here is asleep, having a party in the collective unconscious. I'm arranginng a photo-op, on stage with the four final candidates for the presidency, even though I know that they won't remember me or thank me for it, but their approval ratings will sky-rocket from this one photograph. As we're standing there, arranging things, there is something in the background of thought, about a library, and something else about the MARTA station.. After the shot is composed, two kittens start trying to play with my feet, and someone walks up behind

mech_angel and starts being rude, talking publically about private matters. I slap them in the back of the head, and tell them that now is neither the time nor the place; they round on me like they're going to hit, and tell me to Never hit them again, and I apologised but said to never be this rude, in public, again. I tell them to leave, and not touch anything, on the way out.

The room is our room, and i'm writing a letter, on the floor, in blue paint, to the person who accosted

mech_angel, saying that, by their actions, they proved Robert Siegel's point, very clearly. Affter deciding not to use a pillow for a pallette, and still recognising the library and the sidewalk, in the background, I wake up.

Combinations of work and play, from yesterday. But... different. More. Recursion, one level up, one wider view out. Framework, rather than the walls... Hm.

I gotta go.