Dreams of white-gold, myself, and elemental control...

[wolven7]

Mr Burns as a real person, giving away 14 million dollars, in gold and white gold and cash, burried somewhere in the city. as part of a television show contest. I start digging in the front yard, as do kyrael and Widgett, and I'm the first person to hit a solid thunk. The contest judge, who's like a cross between the lawyer from Metalocalypse and Waylan Smithers, tells me that it doesn't mean I've won, and I open the box, shovel in between the dirt and the edge of the lid, and inside it are bank notes and white-gold flatware, forks knives, etc. All solid gold. I think about paying off my debts, finishing school, buying a house... I run upstairs.

I stop, before going into my apartment, and go across the hall, and knock. I have to know why. Burns answers the door, andI ask him why he would give away all this money, why he felt the need to not be rich, anymore, and also, why he did it in the form of gold. He invites me in and talks for awhile about what he's been doing with himself, including making Chick-Fil-A chicken sandwiches, on his grill, out back, so that he acn have them. "I can't go without my chicken on Sundays," he says. I notice that he's calmer, mellowed out, not so concerned with the world, anymore. He never actualy answers my question, but he doesn't really have to. I go back across the hall.

Leaving Burns' apartment, to go mine, I see myself leaving my apartment, to head downstairs, and that version of me sees me, too. I stare at myself as I slowly move toward the door (which I haven't locked because I knew I was going in) and down the stairs to the car. I watch myself, but I only see my other self, from the vantage of me-going-inside, which means that the other me is from at least an hour into the future. He's probably seeing from both perspectives, and I know that there is a small time hiccup in th hallway.

Inside, I sit down to watch Avatar, and see Ang learn more about the combinations of Fire and Air, and the various teachers from the Fire Nation. Worried about the gold, and where to stash it; banks are closed, can't get it into an account. I think about places to hide it, things to do, and thoughts opf my mom come through, as well...

There was more, but I can't remember it. I know that I woke up with KMFDM's "Light" stuck in my head. So. I think we'll follow that.

Gold so bright it's almost white is a colour I've long associated with angels. Specifically their blood and wings-in-flight.

Now I've Stevie Wonder's "Sir Duke," running through my head, and I have No Idea Why.

Good day.

Comments

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

Prophetic or metaphoric? If the latter, what have you found that is so precious that you haven't been paying attention to?

And yes. Brilliant. Bluewhite-redgold.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Honestly, I'm hoping for prophetic.

[onetusk.livejournal.com]

You've gotta be kidding: I was in your dream? Or were you in mine?

I had the same dream! In my box, though, I found the real John Carpenter. He said he had been buried in your front yard by a conspiracy headed up by Akiva Goldsman and Joel Schumacher. Before I could complete his rescue, though, Uwe Boll knocked me unconscious with a bratwurst and I could hear him say, "Christopher Nolan's next." I woke up screaming.

Then I saw Uwe Boll floating above my bed. He said, "Widge, wanna watch GHOSTS OF MARS with me?"

Then I woke up screaming again.

Then I screamed again.......but no, I was really awake that time.

WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN??

[wolven.livejournal.com]

It means that Uwe Boll is the root of all cinematic evil and MUST BE DESTROYED. If Neil would demand the head of Joel Schumacher (that's a seven year-old reference, by the way, from the first time we met), Satoru Iwata would create a robot to make Uwe Boll commit seppuku.

God only knows I hope you find the real John Carpenter, soon, though... I don't know how many more "Ghosts of Mars" I can take...

I'm adding you, by the way.

[onetusk.livejournal.com]

The saddest part of this entire exchange is that it's seven years on and no one's followed through on the request for Joel's head. He just uses so many LMDs that it's hard to track down the real Joel.

Our ninjas are looking for John Carpenter night and day. We will never, never give up hope.

I'm adding you, by the way.

Well, I've been subtracting myself for years. Finally I achieve balance, now and in this place.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

And with that balance you are finally the Caffeination Buddha. In 996 years, you must show Phillip the Way.