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wolven7I wrote about a fourth of my thesis, yesterday. I drank way too much coffee, such that my brain is still humming, still twitching, and, as always when I ingest the spice, the Water of Life (Bless the Maker and Its Water), I had extra-ordinarily vivid, fucked up dreams.
Running into Melora, Sarah and Jonathon, on a non-existant deck, after the show. The deck is appropriated from the back of the Masquerade's Purgatory.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
greygirlbeast and humglum are there, and all five are having drinks, and after show relaxation, off to one side of the deck. mech_angel, lord_of_smoking, Christine, and me are sitting two tables over, and everyone else is standing along the perimeter of the deck, half-nervous, half oblivious. I stand up and walk over to them and I tell them all of the things about their music and writing that I need to say, the ways in which their creative endeavours have synchronised with pages in my life.
Something about some girl, reminiscent of Rebecca comming home with me andmech_angel and getting topless, so that we couldn't kick her out, while she was watching TV.
Ryam andraoin working/livinng in a chocolate and coffee store, in The Mall, giving out samples of overly-decadent desserts.
My plane has arrived in Jamaica, and my luggage is lost somewhere in the airport. I am not allowed to go back through the security check, to look for it, but one of the flight attendants gets me on the tarmac, to look. I find A bag of mine, which I had not brought on the flight, but I still cannot find the one I want. I go out onto the airport driveway, and get in my car/on the airport shuttle.
Angel, driving in sunlight, talking to Spike and Darla about what someone took from him. Looking for the missing thing, but not explaining to Spike, because some things are "too personal." Darla tells the story, talking about vampire debauchery, and a party game like spin the bottle, only it's a bent cylindrical obsidian spike, and the person to whom it points gets another Obsidian dagger in the back. Two twin vampires are tied together, and it points to the one on Darla's left; she kicks the one on her right away, and into the refrigerator, and she throws the dagger into his back. The dagger nullifies the demon-soul of vampires, killing them without dusting them. As the knife goes in his back, it becomes me and I fall to the floor, and i can feel the life draining out of me. As everything goes dark, I can see me, laying there, again, and I force myself back into my body, and I stand up. I pull the dagger out of my back, and start re-growing my soul. Darla looks at me, and asks what it is she's seeing, from the diamond-shaped hole through my back and sternum. It's a dark black golden light, and I tell her it's my soul, reforming. I wake up
Yeah. That was at 8-something this morning. I'd had about 4 hours' sleep, total, then. Quite annoying, but really good dreams.
Time for TV, I guess.
Running into Melora, Sarah and Jonathon, on a non-existant deck, after the show. The deck is appropriated from the back of the Masquerade's Purgatory.
greygirlbeast and humglum are there, and all five are having drinks, and after show relaxation, off to one side of the deck. mech_angel, lord_of_smoking, Christine, and me are sitting two tables over, and everyone else is standing along the perimeter of the deck, half-nervous, half oblivious. I stand up and walk over to them and I tell them all of the things about their music and writing that I need to say, the ways in which their creative endeavours have synchronised with pages in my life.Something about some girl, reminiscent of Rebecca comming home with me and
mech_angel and getting topless, so that we couldn't kick her out, while she was watching TV.Ryam and
raoin working/livinng in a chocolate and coffee store, in The Mall, giving out samples of overly-decadent desserts.My plane has arrived in Jamaica, and my luggage is lost somewhere in the airport. I am not allowed to go back through the security check, to look for it, but one of the flight attendants gets me on the tarmac, to look. I find A bag of mine, which I had not brought on the flight, but I still cannot find the one I want. I go out onto the airport driveway, and get in my car/on the airport shuttle.
Angel, driving in sunlight, talking to Spike and Darla about what someone took from him. Looking for the missing thing, but not explaining to Spike, because some things are "too personal." Darla tells the story, talking about vampire debauchery, and a party game like spin the bottle, only it's a bent cylindrical obsidian spike, and the person to whom it points gets another Obsidian dagger in the back. Two twin vampires are tied together, and it points to the one on Darla's left; she kicks the one on her right away, and into the refrigerator, and she throws the dagger into his back. The dagger nullifies the demon-soul of vampires, killing them without dusting them. As the knife goes in his back, it becomes me and I fall to the floor, and i can feel the life draining out of me. As everything goes dark, I can see me, laying there, again, and I force myself back into my body, and I stand up. I pull the dagger out of my back, and start re-growing my soul. Darla looks at me, and asks what it is she's seeing, from the diamond-shaped hole through my back and sternum. It's a dark black golden light, and I tell her it's my soul, reforming. I wake up
Yeah. That was at 8-something this morning. I'd had about 4 hours' sleep, total, then. Quite annoying, but really good dreams.
Time for TV, I guess.
