Death in Vegas

[wolven7]

I dreamed, last night, of a house that was my house but strangely arranged, at the junction of the kitchen, foyer and upstairs living room, But I was down in the kitchen and the ghost of a girl was speaking to me, asking how I could have led her astray, as I was making coffee, and deliberately spilling the beans out onto the counter, from the grinder, spinning them out of the blades into the filter. Then a combination of Nick Cave's "The Curse of Millhaven" and The Dead Kennedys' cover of "Viva Las Vegas" started playing.

Very strange.

Something else about a bad Chris Tucker movie, with him, and a gang, trying to beat up this old woman who beat them up, took them to a science annex, and taught them all about DNA, finaly making them make a giant wire structure. They looked to her as the mother figure who was never there, in their lives. Like a combination of 'Coach Carter,' 'Soul Food,' and 'Friday.'

Before that, something about talking to a fashion designer about Gödel's incompleteness theorems, Infinity, and quantum mechanics, and him discussing the relationship of those things to his clothing, and the things he'd learned about people.

Heading to Jersey, now. This part is not a dream.

Comments

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

That last sentence is why I usually put my dreams into italics.

Late-ish night Sunday, about 2, combined with alcohol. Sleeping in usually produces waking up-going back to sleep, which ends up creating the most vivid dreams.

In the city of New York, in some sort of multilayered structure; like a mall, but set into the landscape so it seems more natural (not sure if it actually is). Talking to family, I'm on one side of a turnstile and they're on the other. Jump out into the air in a stadium-like area, and it's a suspension fluid. Swimming around with no breathing problems. See someone in the distance swimming towards me, and I suddenly know that I'm in a prison or quarantine, and that person's deadly dangerous. It's also being surveyed; there are cameras, but it's not a mass-entertainment thing. I drop down and back into a maze to avoid the person. Gravity starts working normally again, and I'm freerunning; jumping over gates, backflipping from one level onto another, and so on. Sense of being chased, but I don't see anyone. Eventually I see the person again, sitting on a bench. I approach from the side to avoid either giving the confrontational approach (from the front) or the threat of sneaking up (from the rear). She turns and smiles, and it's obvious at this point that it's geekissexy23 at whose party I was several hours previous... huh. She's in a wetsuit, and we start floating around in the sort-of-water again, and then... yeah, there's really intense sex. She decides not to kill me, and there's a sense of receiving instructions when my clock alarm goes off because the power tripped and reset to say the alarm is at midnight and it happens to be midnight right now, even though it was really 11:30 AM.

It's definitely a pity she smokes, that crosses her off the list.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Besides the usual and obvious, what do you have against smoking?

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

Smug moral superiority. The obvious makes cohabitation impossible, which sort of scratches out any possibility for a long-term relationship.

{tangent}And while I might be willing to say, "I'd tap that" about particular people in whom I might be interested in short-term or non-relationships, most people take badly to being identified as fuckable but not relationship material.

... of course, there is a question of how it's presented, since in this instance it means not relationship material for me and perfectly fine for someone else. Like my repeated example, the fact that some people are allergic to chocolate doesn't make chocolate inherently bad.{/tangent}

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Which is precisely what I mean. You never know what might resolve itself, in the course of a short-term investigation.

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

So... very... tempted... get thee behind me, Satan!

I'm not sure, precisely what you mean. Are you suggesting that I keep an open mind with who I approach in terms of long-term? My biases don't prevent the short-term, or friendships, or who-knows-what. And, in fact, I'm theoretically dropping everyone into the "not-a-long-term" basket until I find the key, which is a huge bias.

What are you suggesting I investigate?

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Any and all things.

Have you considered that your key may only resolve itself, from an internal angle?

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

Investigating any and all things would take a while. I know magic takes time, but that gets to ridiculosity. I don't suppose you'd also suggest I go on a date with everyone to see which person I like the best?

I could just go around telling people the key. I have, in fact, told a scant handful of other people, but since nobody has said it yet (even though I was romantically entangled with one of them), I'm still assuming I haven't met her. Or that old chestnut, the right person at the wrong time is the wrong person.

And yes, I'm assuming my internal is unresolved. I expect, though, that my external will match my internal at such point as it is resolved. So I've been poking at the guts for a little while now, it's just difficult to maintain any good ritual of care and healing.

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Every one who actually presents themselves as an option, yes.

Everyone in the world, no.

Good luck.

(headtilt)

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

That still gets into the difficulty of interpretation.

This most recent one, for example, invited me to a party, and was very friendly, but I'm pretty sure she's just an overly friendly person in general and not flirty. So she's not actively presenting herself as an option, but passively perhaps, by... well, by being a single geeky female. I'm not pursuing because... smoke, lack of key, I don't know her well enough, other mitigating circumstances, and the same reason I didn't grab Jeanelle's number when I met her; I didn't want to be one of the herd.

"Present themselves" as in saying (or indicating, although that last one is still a problem) "I find you interesting", or "Present themselves" as in just showing up on my radar?