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wolven7Behind the cut, for various reasons. Written for processing. Sexually Explicit.
I'm in the Vortex, but it's also a concert venue, or a club. There are stage and audience sections, with the stage being accessible to staff and artists. I get on the stage, sitting on the side, next to Pete, and I know that all of my friends are allowed on stage. While everyone is milling around, Sarah comes up and starts making sure that we're doing okay. She's talking and then she looks down, suddenly, checking w hat she's wearing, in the half-light of the club/bar, and she says "Oh shit, am I wearing a shirt?" meaning a Vortex-specific shirt. I smirk at her and I say, "Yeah, I think if you weren't wearing a shirt, there'd be a lot of really happy people, here." She turns, stares at me, leans in and starts making out with me. She pulls back and looks me and says "If there's an empty room..." and kind of trails off. I know that she's serious, but I also get the feeling that she's working me... I hold her at arm's length, metaphorically and physically, and start to watch the show. The concert, that night, is Wes Borland, playing guitar, and we're all watching him rock out, kicking serious ass, and everyone's having a good time.
I'm driving on the highway, one one of the most complicated interchanges I've ever seen. The junctions of highways 400, 48, and 223, weird roads. Various accidents I've seen on highways, over the years, all playing out on the sides of the roads, around me, having to avoid and swerve around them.
I'm in a townhouse or condo, somewhere in the near suburbs, and I'm supposed to be taking care of the children of people who live there. The children are toys, and live children. The family has a set of exercise equipment, magnetized to the ceiling, and the different configuration of the magnetic pieces allows for different work outs. I jump up and try to do some pull-ups on the pull-up config, and they fall from the ceiling, in my hands. I look at them, perplexed. They leave to go navigate the highways, having dinner parties on the road, in the dangerous phase-shift conjunction of the higways.
a series of half-remembered events. Actions performed by others.
The Ventriloquist's Dummy is laying in a pool of pool water, having drowned on the ceiling, and fallen to the floor. he's dead, and we cannot revive him, because he's made of wood and has nothing to compress. Someone has water-logged him, from the inside out...
Something about Dr. Cox and JD having a fake fight, with Cox tackling Dorian, JD getting up and pretending to kick him in the ribs, repeatedly.
Donald Faison as Turk, as a disgruntled little person, angry at JD, because he's been made small. He is also a ventriloquist's puppet, under a curse. I wake up
Upon waking up at 6.30 am, for a number of reasons, I was thinking about the nature of the term "macking on" as a way of saying "making out with." What must that mean to people Named Mack? Do they feel good about it, or not? I got back to sleep, around 7.30, I think.
Playing with Maidoc, Patrick's dog. Everyone rubbing her belly, and telling her how good she is.
Scene's in my grandmother's house with a lot of my family, including my aunt Mica. Talking to them about any number of things. Making plans and travel arrangements.
Laying in a bed, under covers,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cailement sitting on top of me, straddling me. There is conversation, while she grinds against me, and i reach down into her panties, and start rubbing her clit. I look up and see that she's wearing a button up shirt over a bra that's about two sizes too small. I debate grabbing her breast.
I'm watching children stare over water, but they aren't really children. They're the ideas of children, characters from stories, their archetype selves having gained power and sentience. Their father is played by Bryan Cranston, formerly Hal, on "Malcolm in the Middle," now Walter, on "Breaking Bad." He is building them a bridge, across the water, so that they can return to Narnia. The bridge makes connections to Key Islands off of Narnia, and the realities of the place have been combined with Stephen King's Gunslinger's Gillead. The children must escape, because they are being hunted by John Farson's men, and the books about Narnia can only be read by government employees. If any standard citizen reads the books it is conisdered an act of treason. Something special about the books about "Peter the Red," and his crimson red and gold armour... The road is a Lego road, with Lego water, becoming more and more real, the farther it stretches, into the distance...
All of this is being read/watched on screen by an entry-level mage in the Wizard's Bureau. I think it's Dan. His printer keeps trying to print out the authorisation forms to read the books on Peter the Red, and the oath of loyalty to John Farson, even though they were printed and signed when he sat down. He remembers this, and I see his memory.
Same house, from the suburbs, combined with my Grandmother's, all of it the same building as the Vortex/Club. These are also the basement of the Center for Puppetry Arts. All plots start to weave together. I wake up
Hungry Lucy - [We Won't Go]--- I woke up with Tiffany's "I Think We're Alone Now," stuck in my head, and thinking about the CPA. I remembered that I did a show there, once, about 11 years ago, this summer. Very spare show. Black Box kind of thing, with hand cut-out puppets. Don't know why I just remembered that, today... I think I still have that puppet, somewhere...
After "I Think We're Alone Now," I had Jason Wembley's "Dance While the Sky Crashes Down" stuck in my head. I suggest you go look for it.
There. Dreams can leave me alone, for a while, now (or not, if this song is any indication), and I can exercise...
I'm in the Vortex, but it's also a concert venue, or a club. There are stage and audience sections, with the stage being accessible to staff and artists. I get on the stage, sitting on the side, next to Pete, and I know that all of my friends are allowed on stage. While everyone is milling around, Sarah comes up and starts making sure that we're doing okay. She's talking and then she looks down, suddenly, checking w hat she's wearing, in the half-light of the club/bar, and she says "Oh shit, am I wearing a shirt?" meaning a Vortex-specific shirt. I smirk at her and I say, "Yeah, I think if you weren't wearing a shirt, there'd be a lot of really happy people, here." She turns, stares at me, leans in and starts making out with me. She pulls back and looks me and says "If there's an empty room..." and kind of trails off. I know that she's serious, but I also get the feeling that she's working me... I hold her at arm's length, metaphorically and physically, and start to watch the show. The concert, that night, is Wes Borland, playing guitar, and we're all watching him rock out, kicking serious ass, and everyone's having a good time.
I'm driving on the highway, one one of the most complicated interchanges I've ever seen. The junctions of highways 400, 48, and 223, weird roads. Various accidents I've seen on highways, over the years, all playing out on the sides of the roads, around me, having to avoid and swerve around them.
I'm in a townhouse or condo, somewhere in the near suburbs, and I'm supposed to be taking care of the children of people who live there. The children are toys, and live children. The family has a set of exercise equipment, magnetized to the ceiling, and the different configuration of the magnetic pieces allows for different work outs. I jump up and try to do some pull-ups on the pull-up config, and they fall from the ceiling, in my hands. I look at them, perplexed. They leave to go navigate the highways, having dinner parties on the road, in the dangerous phase-shift conjunction of the higways.
a series of half-remembered events. Actions performed by others.
The Ventriloquist's Dummy is laying in a pool of pool water, having drowned on the ceiling, and fallen to the floor. he's dead, and we cannot revive him, because he's made of wood and has nothing to compress. Someone has water-logged him, from the inside out...
Something about Dr. Cox and JD having a fake fight, with Cox tackling Dorian, JD getting up and pretending to kick him in the ribs, repeatedly.
Donald Faison as Turk, as a disgruntled little person, angry at JD, because he's been made small. He is also a ventriloquist's puppet, under a curse. I wake up
Upon waking up at 6.30 am, for a number of reasons, I was thinking about the nature of the term "macking on" as a way of saying "making out with." What must that mean to people Named Mack? Do they feel good about it, or not? I got back to sleep, around 7.30, I think.
Playing with Maidoc, Patrick's dog. Everyone rubbing her belly, and telling her how good she is.
Scene's in my grandmother's house with a lot of my family, including my aunt Mica. Talking to them about any number of things. Making plans and travel arrangements.
Laying in a bed, under covers,
cailement sitting on top of me, straddling me. There is conversation, while she grinds against me, and i reach down into her panties, and start rubbing her clit. I look up and see that she's wearing a button up shirt over a bra that's about two sizes too small. I debate grabbing her breast.I'm watching children stare over water, but they aren't really children. They're the ideas of children, characters from stories, their archetype selves having gained power and sentience. Their father is played by Bryan Cranston, formerly Hal, on "Malcolm in the Middle," now Walter, on "Breaking Bad." He is building them a bridge, across the water, so that they can return to Narnia. The bridge makes connections to Key Islands off of Narnia, and the realities of the place have been combined with Stephen King's Gunslinger's Gillead. The children must escape, because they are being hunted by John Farson's men, and the books about Narnia can only be read by government employees. If any standard citizen reads the books it is conisdered an act of treason. Something special about the books about "Peter the Red," and his crimson red and gold armour... The road is a Lego road, with Lego water, becoming more and more real, the farther it stretches, into the distance...
All of this is being read/watched on screen by an entry-level mage in the Wizard's Bureau. I think it's Dan. His printer keeps trying to print out the authorisation forms to read the books on Peter the Red, and the oath of loyalty to John Farson, even though they were printed and signed when he sat down. He remembers this, and I see his memory.
Same house, from the suburbs, combined with my Grandmother's, all of it the same building as the Vortex/Club. These are also the basement of the Center for Puppetry Arts. All plots start to weave together. I wake up
Hungry Lucy - [We Won't Go]--- I woke up with Tiffany's "I Think We're Alone Now," stuck in my head, and thinking about the CPA. I remembered that I did a show there, once, about 11 years ago, this summer. Very spare show. Black Box kind of thing, with hand cut-out puppets. Don't know why I just remembered that, today... I think I still have that puppet, somewhere...
After "I Think We're Alone Now," I had Jason Wembley's "Dance While the Sky Crashes Down" stuck in my head. I suggest you go look for it.
There. Dreams can leave me alone, for a while, now (or not, if this song is any indication), and I can exercise...
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Date: 2008-03-13 06:47 am (UTC)You remember what we were discussing? Just interested.
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Date: 2008-03-13 06:55 am (UTC)Nothing definite. Mainly books.
I've wondered
Date: 2008-03-14 03:47 am (UTC)Heh. "Petered out". Too bad I don't know any Peters at the moment. Well, we could say that about a certain actor...
Re: I've wondered
Date: 2008-03-14 10:08 pm (UTC)