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wolven7...I'm in a house that's a loft, a judge's bench, and a warehouse. People i know are there, and wandering around. I'm talking to someone about food, and drinks, and trying to find some, of my own, when i find some oatmeal, some pita bread, and some Grenadine. I put the oatmeal in the microwave, and i put the Grenadine on a plate, and start soaking it up with the pita bread. Katie says something to me about it, and start drinking from a bottle of vodka.
i'm in a criminal justice building, or a courthouse, which is also an outdoor courtyard. The light is all blues, greys and whites, with black trim. I'm a foreman, of some sort, trying to find a man who would know why i've been being hunted, by a sniper. I see myself from outside, and i'm John Hopkins. I find the guy, and i rail at him that his men are getting killed, out on the street, and that my friend was the foreman who almost got killed. He says something snide, and walks away. I tell him that he won't be able to ignore the problem, when this guy starts coming for the higher-ups.
I'm on a construction site, climbing up the side of a building, with the help of the bulldozer operator. She's whining at me to let her help out, with the blowtorch. She says "Come on, Sharz. I know you're the only one who gets to use the Mercury, but i can handle it." "Shut up. You ever had to wear a band-aid?" I ask her. "No." "Well, then don't change the one thing about you i like." As i say this last part, i'm trying to steady myself on some aluminum I-Beams, which are about to fall, 100 feet to the ground. I'm still standing on the bulldozer shovel, but i'm having to lean down, and steady the beams, and myself. I hear a ringing, i wake up
The phone woke me, and i was disoriented as hell. It was someone calling me back about the Douglas House... So thank you house, and thank you Dream. Hadn't been for that, i would have fallen, and that would have sucked. Oh, i forgot to mention, the me, in that last sequence, looked like Charlie Sheen. *shrug* Other than that, it amazes me that people can drive me to drink, even in my dreams. *pulls out the scythe, starts humming to himself*
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i'm in a criminal justice building, or a courthouse, which is also an outdoor courtyard. The light is all blues, greys and whites, with black trim. I'm a foreman, of some sort, trying to find a man who would know why i've been being hunted, by a sniper. I see myself from outside, and i'm John Hopkins. I find the guy, and i rail at him that his men are getting killed, out on the street, and that my friend was the foreman who almost got killed. He says something snide, and walks away. I tell him that he won't be able to ignore the problem, when this guy starts coming for the higher-ups.
I'm on a construction site, climbing up the side of a building, with the help of the bulldozer operator. She's whining at me to let her help out, with the blowtorch. She says "Come on, Sharz. I know you're the only one who gets to use the Mercury, but i can handle it." "Shut up. You ever had to wear a band-aid?" I ask her. "No." "Well, then don't change the one thing about you i like." As i say this last part, i'm trying to steady myself on some aluminum I-Beams, which are about to fall, 100 feet to the ground. I'm still standing on the bulldozer shovel, but i'm having to lean down, and steady the beams, and myself. I hear a ringing, i wake up
The phone woke me, and i was disoriented as hell. It was someone calling me back about the Douglas House... So thank you house, and thank you Dream. Hadn't been for that, i would have fallen, and that would have sucked. Oh, i forgot to mention, the me, in that last sequence, looked like Charlie Sheen. *shrug* Other than that, it amazes me that people can drive me to drink, even in my dreams. *pulls out the scythe, starts humming to himself*
Who wants some therapy?
Day Dream
