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wolven7There was a race, or a contest, and I had to turn in something (test anxiety). to test my luck, I went to the corner store, attached to some fast food chian, to look for bottles of Jolt. They didn't haven any. Didn't bode well.
Something about Bart Simpson lucid dreaming, forcing himself awake, to complete a task.
Something about wandering Atlanta City Streets, at night, specifically the downtown area (think about This Post, in terms of Dragon*Con; do you get the gist of the song, now?)
Something about driving with a kitten, to an Airport, but the airport was actually a large mirror-reverse of the Horizons back parking lot. From every angle, everything was on the opposite side of where it is in the waking world, and about three tiems larger. I went there to confront Adam, who was actually a combination of Adamn and Jaimie, as Jaimie was a combination of himself and Adam. Aimee had imporperly rated a myth, setting its danger rating at well below what I thought it was, and endagering the life or existence of someone I held dear. In shaking his hands, in truce, I told him how I felt, and accidentally dug my fingers into the palm of his hand. Jaidam had to break us up, with promises that everyone would be okay. A feeling like a processional, or a motorcade, back to M5.
Now, while all of that was happening, something else had been going on between myself and two women, one of whom was a combination of the character Jackie, from "That 70's Show," and Isabell, from "The 4400," though not exactly powerful. The other was a combination of Rosario Dawson and Lisa Bonnett's character in High Fidelity. The latter was laying on top of the roof of my Jeep, when my conversations were done, talking with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lord_of_smoking. I asked her if she were coming with us, and the whole scene felt like a storm waiting to break, or a concert on the verge of beginning. She said that, if she didn't come with us, she was just going to go home and masturbate while she passed out, at which point she pantomimed the actions, and we laughed. I liked her, because she didn't hold anything back, but I knew that I was stringing both her and the other girl along, because they wanted to be with me in a relationship or atleast fucking capacity. That wasn't going to happen. She gave me a CD of her band, which was like a combination of Jarboe, kidneythieves, and the aesthetic conceits of Made in Mexico. I tell her that I used to have her CD.
I went and told the other girl to ride with AdamAndJaimie, and thaqt we'd meet them at M5. There was a kitten in the Jeep, and some asshole had parked his black truck too close. While we were pulling out, they pulled out and around the front of us. At that point a guy ran out looking bewildered and crying, because his truck had just been stolen. I told him to go and call the police, because it was soon enough that they might catch the guy. We leave, because I don't feel like talking to the cops. driving down an industrialised buisiness strip in the sunset storm clouds...
Every section of the dream felt like layered architecture, like living and walking through a tesseract made of crystal and silver möbius strips. Those were then built into buildings and rooms.
By the way, only one of you attempted to answer my question. That makes me sad *pout*. Except not really. *Grin*
kidneythieves - [Arsenal]--- Food now.
Something about Bart Simpson lucid dreaming, forcing himself awake, to complete a task.
Something about wandering Atlanta City Streets, at night, specifically the downtown area (think about This Post, in terms of Dragon*Con; do you get the gist of the song, now?)
Something about driving with a kitten, to an Airport, but the airport was actually a large mirror-reverse of the Horizons back parking lot. From every angle, everything was on the opposite side of where it is in the waking world, and about three tiems larger. I went there to confront Adam, who was actually a combination of Adamn and Jaimie, as Jaimie was a combination of himself and Adam. Aimee had imporperly rated a myth, setting its danger rating at well below what I thought it was, and endagering the life or existence of someone I held dear. In shaking his hands, in truce, I told him how I felt, and accidentally dug my fingers into the palm of his hand. Jaidam had to break us up, with promises that everyone would be okay. A feeling like a processional, or a motorcade, back to M5.
Now, while all of that was happening, something else had been going on between myself and two women, one of whom was a combination of the character Jackie, from "That 70's Show," and Isabell, from "The 4400," though not exactly powerful. The other was a combination of Rosario Dawson and Lisa Bonnett's character in High Fidelity. The latter was laying on top of the roof of my Jeep, when my conversations were done, talking with
lord_of_smoking. I asked her if she were coming with us, and the whole scene felt like a storm waiting to break, or a concert on the verge of beginning. She said that, if she didn't come with us, she was just going to go home and masturbate while she passed out, at which point she pantomimed the actions, and we laughed. I liked her, because she didn't hold anything back, but I knew that I was stringing both her and the other girl along, because they wanted to be with me in a relationship or atleast fucking capacity. That wasn't going to happen. She gave me a CD of her band, which was like a combination of Jarboe, kidneythieves, and the aesthetic conceits of Made in Mexico. I tell her that I used to have her CD.I went and told the other girl to ride with AdamAndJaimie, and thaqt we'd meet them at M5. There was a kitten in the Jeep, and some asshole had parked his black truck too close. While we were pulling out, they pulled out and around the front of us. At that point a guy ran out looking bewildered and crying, because his truck had just been stolen. I told him to go and call the police, because it was soon enough that they might catch the guy. We leave, because I don't feel like talking to the cops. driving down an industrialised buisiness strip in the sunset storm clouds...
Every section of the dream felt like layered architecture, like living and walking through a tesseract made of crystal and silver möbius strips. Those were then built into buildings and rooms.
By the way, only one of you attempted to answer my question. That makes me sad *pout*. Except not really. *Grin*
kidneythieves - [Arsenal]--- Food now.
