wolven7 | Nostalgia dreams and thoughts on Orbiting.

Dreams of peopel and places I haven't seen, in ages. Wrapping themselfes up in the new finery of friends and associates. People from GDS, meeting my current friends, working on movies and projects like that. Walking down the street talking to Jenny Osterhout, who had combined in form and stature with Katie Merritt. Peachtree Street, at night. A walk. A talk.

Second dreams about the old Elementary school, and the old montesory school, but the grounds were Country Campus (which, oddly doesn't seem to have a website, or I'd show you), my old BoyScout camp, and parts of Horizons. But first we were inisde a regular GSU building and we were having aclass, in which Dr McClymond has asked us to rearrange the Tables, so that we could see, rather than be facing the back of the class, and she turned into some male instructor I'd never seen before. He had us listening to Tom Waits, decoding and decyphering lyrics for religious and philosophicalcontent and implications...

The scene shifted and we were outside, in the woods, having some kind of battle, which also happened to be a class lesson. There was something about games, and a Bowling Mascot/Icon, from a video game (he was made of bowling balls and pins) came up and bowled one of our enemies up a dirt-pack ramp, and over the ridge. Then he bowled a small explosive up and over. The guy was fine, but the noise was going to bring the cops. We started scrambling to clean up, as the cops showed up, and we started getting out of there. I had to rush back, because I'd forgotten my coat, but when I got back down the slope, I was wearing my coat. I turned around, and I could still see everyone, but if I went after them, on the trail, they'd get way ahead, so I set off for the path around the lake.

Portishead - [Roads]--- At the lake, there is a path made of wooden planks and pylons. In some places it's only pylons. Kung-Fu-Movie-Style. I was standing there, looking at the path, remembering everything that this place was to me, in terms of school and adventure and friends, and how it all seemed so empty and hollow, now. Very far away, in my perceptions. As if I could barely see or hear myself playing, right around a corner or through a thicket, but I wasn't there. At the end of the path, there was a large shed or boat house, and I had to pass through to get to the other side. I went up the steps, and to the shed, and there was a sense of dread that came over me, as I opened the door. There was no light, save what filtered in through the wooden slats, and that was very little. I knew I needed to close the one door, in order to cross and open the other, but I had to turn away from the outline of the far door, to do it. (Portishead - [Pedestal]). I worried that, in doing this, the other door would cease to exist. I did it, turned, and could still see the outline. I rushed across the intervening space, and out the door. On the way down the opposite steps, my coat got caught on a post and I had to lift it off, to keep moving. More of the path around the lake..

Through the woods, ther ewas a building, and I knew that it was the main school building. It was central, and felt familiar and perfect. I exited the woods, with the people I'd met, along the way, and they found their groups, sitting at the large tables, out back. Families on tour of the place, onvacation. Involved with the school. (Portishead - [Biscuit]). Kathy,

pallandrome's wife, was there.

raoin and Patrick were over at one of the far tables, trying to wrangle her cat and keep it from fighting with another cat, and a small dog. I sat down, and we talked, for a while. There was a sense of a group dinner, even though there was no food...

I was downstairs, below the group family fun times activities. (Portishead - [Glory Box]). There was a man talking to me, and he was carrying a saw, and he was living in the house that the school building had become, and he was fixing it up, changing it, and he ahd invited everyone that had ever had any connection with the place. I noted that I used to go to elementary/Montessori school, in that building. He was talking to his wife. He had a band saw, in his hand. He had a scar on his face that had obviously come from the saw, up from under the earlobe, around the jawline, into the cheek. Obviously a very old scar. Shiny in the separations. A woman came up to me, and asked me if there'd been a Bacon Burger there, when I was a kid. (A Perfect Circle - [Thinking of You]). I faltered and couldn't remember, but Les came up and chimed in that, if ther had been, it hadn't been noted in my father's extensive communication on the subject. I smiled and said that it was true that my father loved the idea of this place, and what it meant. Over in the far corner,

lord_of_smoking was getting drunk, and two women were hitting on him, including the one who'd asked me about Bacon Burger. He had to choose between decks of cards offered to him, by the women. Their combinations would indicatewhat happened next. One of them spilled her drink on his shirt, though it didn't stain, soak, or show.

A keyboardist, in the far corner, and the internal debate over talking to

mech_angel about threesomes (damn last night's episode of Scrubs).

A Perfect Circle - [Breña]--- Those were the dreams. My thoughts on orbits came from late night, either pre- or intra-sleep contemplations on the whys wnad wherefors of my concern with people whose last interactions with me were years ago. Our lives keep orbiting and intersecting, through no action of my own, and across over 600 miles of spacial distance, that's why. That seems Weird As Hell, to me, and I wouldn't be me if I didn't investigate it.

Mulder would investigate it.

Tom Waits - [On the Road (Jack Kerouac)]--- "They call me Spooky..." *sigh*

How's things?