Why hunt for it? It's always red...
Oct. 1st, 2007 09:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Very abstract space, in the dreams, last night. Compact representations of living spaces, connected by hallways and corners; a strange conceptual combination of my apartments and one of the sections of Metroid Prime 3.
In the background, this constant shifting between school and home. The travel between it, on various roads, from various times in my life. Wandering around in certain sections and places that mean school.
Searching for a lost CD. Every time I'd find it, it would get away, again, somehow. It would fall down, behind something, or any number of things. Everything pulled away from walls.
Al gave me his DVDs. All of them, while wearing a dress which built-in bustier he could not fit, and stilts. H's lost his damn mind, and it was like one of the alley sequences from BladeRunner, in tone. I was pleased because this meant i got his Clerks Animated Series DVD.
Something about someone in the connected apartment (the configuration would rotate; now it was mobsters, instead of Al's room) shooting at our, if we were to have benefits, so we barracaded the doors, while they shot, and one of their supposed sharp-shooters got hurt by a deflected bullet. In the background of that, conversations with my mother, in her car, about moving.
At the end, it turned into some weird combination of "The Village", Boy Scout camp, and Bonanza. Everyone talking really fast at the park services ranger to explain the dead bodies, while the person actually responsibile for shooting the mobsters slipped away undetected.
But enough about my dreams. Here are these things:
Via![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
normal, who was liveblogging the event: Pictures of FvK 2007.
Video of FvK 2007
And, finally, fromoletheros: The FlickrStream that reminded me to look for these pictures.
In other, other news, I don't sleep through the night, my eye won't stop twitching, and my eating patterns are kind of off.
Who likes stress?
Good morning.
In the background, this constant shifting between school and home. The travel between it, on various roads, from various times in my life. Wandering around in certain sections and places that mean school.
Searching for a lost CD. Every time I'd find it, it would get away, again, somehow. It would fall down, behind something, or any number of things. Everything pulled away from walls.
Al gave me his DVDs. All of them, while wearing a dress which built-in bustier he could not fit, and stilts. H's lost his damn mind, and it was like one of the alley sequences from BladeRunner, in tone. I was pleased because this meant i got his Clerks Animated Series DVD.
Something about someone in the connected apartment (the configuration would rotate; now it was mobsters, instead of Al's room) shooting at our, if we were to have benefits, so we barracaded the doors, while they shot, and one of their supposed sharp-shooters got hurt by a deflected bullet. In the background of that, conversations with my mother, in her car, about moving.
At the end, it turned into some weird combination of "The Village", Boy Scout camp, and Bonanza. Everyone talking really fast at the park services ranger to explain the dead bodies, while the person actually responsibile for shooting the mobsters slipped away undetected.
But enough about my dreams. Here are these things:
Via
normal, who was liveblogging the event: Pictures of FvK 2007.Video of FvK 2007
And, finally, from
oletheros: The FlickrStream that reminded me to look for these pictures.In other, other news, I don't sleep through the night, my eye won't stop twitching, and my eating patterns are kind of off.
Who likes stress?
Good morning.
