Sights sounds and smells... Feelings.
Sep. 8th, 2007 10:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7I'm dreaming in context-less emotional states,again, lately. Things involving associations with people that may be meaningless, even to them, because it is dependent upon my processing of our interaction, my interpretation of what we share, daily. When I dream, these past two nights, there are brief moments of contextualised action, and I can spin back more from the pieces; for example:
There was a cryogenically frozen counterfeiter from the 1920s, somehow awakened and back up to her old tricks, with a hand-cranked counterfeiting machine. This was in conjunction with Homer asking Mr Burns for some money, and getting the gently indulgent yes, with the note that Burns wasn't even going to fill the sack with fanged frogs; there would just be a few.
Which leads to thoughts of other animal sequences, and something about the Doctor, and the feel of what a timelord must be like.
See, in these cases, the emotions that I'm feeling are of a type. There is a certain kind of person, place or thing that would fit the feeling. Now, that's not to say that every person is attributable to a type, rather that each of the types gives rise to a part of a person's personality, and is then uniquely spun in to the greater overall thing that is you. So, nights like these, I have a type in mind, and every token I find is in a piece of someone I know. I recognise, and then there's another part of them.
I also drea[m]ed about magic conventions (no, not the card game), and people I haven't seen in aces and ages. People who came dressed as amalgamations of me and ancient Greek conceptions of Hades. Saw my very old friend Scott, in the dream, but his name was Jim, and his phone number varied depending on what signal you were getting.
Because people with whom I entered this program are leaving it, and names and face get mashed in the subconscious.
Tomorrow, you could easily be wearing someone else's fa[c]e, or they [w]ould have your name.
Just a warning.
There was a cryogenically frozen counterfeiter from the 1920s, somehow awakened and back up to her old tricks, with a hand-cranked counterfeiting machine. This was in conjunction with Homer asking Mr Burns for some money, and getting the gently indulgent yes, with the note that Burns wasn't even going to fill the sack with fanged frogs; there would just be a few.
Which leads to thoughts of other animal sequences, and something about the Doctor, and the feel of what a timelord must be like.
See, in these cases, the emotions that I'm feeling are of a type. There is a certain kind of person, place or thing that would fit the feeling. Now, that's not to say that every person is attributable to a type, rather that each of the types gives rise to a part of a person's personality, and is then uniquely spun in to the greater overall thing that is you. So, nights like these, I have a type in mind, and every token I find is in a piece of someone I know. I recognise, and then there's another part of them.
I also drea[m]ed about magic conventions (no, not the card game), and people I haven't seen in aces and ages. People who came dressed as amalgamations of me and ancient Greek conceptions of Hades. Saw my very old friend Scott, in the dream, but his name was Jim, and his phone number varied depending on what signal you were getting.
Because people with whom I entered this program are leaving it, and names and face get mashed in the subconscious.
Tomorrow, you could easily be wearing someone else's fa[c]e, or they [w]ould have your name.
Just a warning.
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Date: 2007-09-08 03:17 pm (UTC)So? What was it like?
People who came dressed as amalgamations of me and ancient Greek conceptions of Hades.
Bwahahaha. You have Con-fans. XD Hm. Wonder where I fit with the Greeks. Or even if I do.
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Date: 2007-09-08 03:24 pm (UTC)I don't know, but, as I was saying, there's at least a part of you that resonates with a part of that system.
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Date: 2007-09-08 03:34 pm (UTC)almost like dread. which is approximately how i felt the last time i dreamed about magic conventions.
and people I haven't seen in aces and ages
i know what you meant to type, but i think it would be interesting to think about what it could mean not to have seen someone in "aces".
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Date: 2007-09-08 03:42 pm (UTC)Keeping in mind the idea of "feeling aces," having not seen some of my old friends in aces makes a kind of sense, to me...