Dreams and things I do.
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wolven7Gary Numan - [Are 'Friends' Electric? (LeatherStrip Remix)]--- Dreamed of coming in to DC, on a plane, of flying in to National, in the heart of the city, and some woman, a government official, freaking out because "DC's ona Flood Plain;" and she keeps saying it. I lean over to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel and say "I love it when people fly in to Dulles, for the first time." I canb see the buildings and bridges that have been built over the airport, and I meant to say "National," and I know that, but, before I can correct myself, we're landing, and I'm talking to the female pilot, and she says, "Yep. You gotta just learn to go wtih the flow; just roll with it." And she's slamming on th ebrakes, and we're fast approaching the end of the runway. We slow and stop, exactly at the end of the driveway, touching, just barely, one of the padded pillars, there for crash breaking. As we hit it, I say "Bump."
We're sitting in the middle of the runway, and there are people unloading and loading themselves and parts, from the plane. We're confused because no one has come to tell us whether we should stay on the plane, or if ther is a connecting flight to get us to Atlanta. We gt out of the plane, andcailement calls the airline, and my mom answers, telling us that we need to get to gates 10-15, as that's where the flights to Atlanta have been diverted and delayed, but that we need to Run. We run inside, and the inside of the airport is the mall, and we have to correctly navigate the mall, to re-find the departure gates.mech_angel, lord_of_smoking and I run down the escalator, and find a series of doors, and I almost get hit as one opens, but I know that the one perpendicular to it will be the pilot's entrance, and I know/will it to be that there's a pilot coming out, right Now, and two seconds pass, and the door opens, and we run through it.
We come into a room from a completely different angle, something that was not at all possible for the directions we'd been walking. A combination of Andy Richter and Patton Oswalt is handing out these strange tags to say who gets on the plane, and who might have to wait, longer, for the next plane, and the bracelets are blue and green (large pile) and blue and orange (one left). He's singing a song about the braceletting process, and I look at him with that look that says "You know me, even if you're mad at me, so don't fuck me over." He changes his song and now it's about how if he ties our hands together, we can both get on the same plane. I thank him, and we go back over to the side of the room.
mech_angel and I are sitting, tied at the wrist by the blue and orange ribbon bracelets, but we can move freely and independently of each other. We go to sit back down with tsarina_bomba, and I notice that there are a lot of extremely attractive people, in the airport waiting hangar, which seems to have stadium/theatre seating. Models, in some cases, and in others people who are simply Real, and Very Attractive. We sit down at the side entrance, and I freak out, briefly, as I can't find my bag. I look down and to my left, and there it is, appearing wher eit had not been, before.
I wake up in the dream, I layin my bed, thinking about a sigil of Ur-Fire, a symbol that means something that no one person or thing has ever been able to encompass. I try to hold it in my mind, and it changes, and I try to stop it from changing, and it dies. I pull it up, again, and I watch it change, I let it move and flow into what it will be. It becomes a campfire. Slowly dying, turning to embers, and the smoke rises, and I can see that this fire is in a crater, a meteorite depression, and there were wolves, the next ridge over, waiting for the signal. As the fire finally smoldered out, the wolves ran toward the camp. A voice-over, a Conceptual-Image-Over, started communicating to me the hunting habits of wolf packs, and how, the kills were shared, that a kill by one was praised, but that the kill, itself, brought praise to the pack as a whole. The wolves are also people. A young man with a knife is also a young black wolf, the tearing bite at the black bear's throat, to stop it from attacking the pack is also a knife slash to the jugular. As the bear bleeds out, no longer a threat, the pack comes in, praising the young wolf.
There was something else, in there, I'm sure, but I've forgotten almost all of the rest of it.
I need food, to deal with this. (Belly - [Star]). Food and coffee. I wish I had some barbecued ribs. I think that would be a wonderful breakfast. Or a steak.
The Little Willies - [Streets of Baltimore]--- Good morning. Happy Father's Day, to the fathers in the audience.
mech_angel and say "I love it when people fly in to Dulles, for the first time." I canb see the buildings and bridges that have been built over the airport, and I meant to say "National," and I know that, but, before I can correct myself, we're landing, and I'm talking to the female pilot, and she says, "Yep. You gotta just learn to go wtih the flow; just roll with it." And she's slamming on th ebrakes, and we're fast approaching the end of the runway. We slow and stop, exactly at the end of the driveway, touching, just barely, one of the padded pillars, there for crash breaking. As we hit it, I say "Bump."We're sitting in the middle of the runway, and there are people unloading and loading themselves and parts, from the plane. We're confused because no one has come to tell us whether we should stay on the plane, or if ther is a connecting flight to get us to Atlanta. We gt out of the plane, and
cailement calls the airline, and my mom answers, telling us that we need to get to gates 10-15, as that's where the flights to Atlanta have been diverted and delayed, but that we need to Run. We run inside, and the inside of the airport is the mall, and we have to correctly navigate the mall, to re-find the departure gates.mech_angel, lord_of_smoking and I run down the escalator, and find a series of doors, and I almost get hit as one opens, but I know that the one perpendicular to it will be the pilot's entrance, and I know/will it to be that there's a pilot coming out, right Now, and two seconds pass, and the door opens, and we run through it.We come into a room from a completely different angle, something that was not at all possible for the directions we'd been walking. A combination of Andy Richter and Patton Oswalt is handing out these strange tags to say who gets on the plane, and who might have to wait, longer, for the next plane, and the bracelets are blue and green (large pile) and blue and orange (one left). He's singing a song about the braceletting process, and I look at him with that look that says "You know me, even if you're mad at me, so don't fuck me over." He changes his song and now it's about how if he ties our hands together, we can both get on the same plane. I thank him, and we go back over to the side of the room.
mech_angel and I are sitting, tied at the wrist by the blue and orange ribbon bracelets, but we can move freely and independently of each other. We go to sit back down with tsarina_bomba, and I notice that there are a lot of extremely attractive people, in the airport waiting hangar, which seems to have stadium/theatre seating. Models, in some cases, and in others people who are simply Real, and Very Attractive. We sit down at the side entrance, and I freak out, briefly, as I can't find my bag. I look down and to my left, and there it is, appearing wher eit had not been, before.I wake up in the dream, I layin my bed, thinking about a sigil of Ur-Fire, a symbol that means something that no one person or thing has ever been able to encompass. I try to hold it in my mind, and it changes, and I try to stop it from changing, and it dies. I pull it up, again, and I watch it change, I let it move and flow into what it will be. It becomes a campfire. Slowly dying, turning to embers, and the smoke rises, and I can see that this fire is in a crater, a meteorite depression, and there were wolves, the next ridge over, waiting for the signal. As the fire finally smoldered out, the wolves ran toward the camp. A voice-over, a Conceptual-Image-Over, started communicating to me the hunting habits of wolf packs, and how, the kills were shared, that a kill by one was praised, but that the kill, itself, brought praise to the pack as a whole. The wolves are also people. A young man with a knife is also a young black wolf, the tearing bite at the black bear's throat, to stop it from attacking the pack is also a knife slash to the jugular. As the bear bleeds out, no longer a threat, the pack comes in, praising the young wolf.
There was something else, in there, I'm sure, but I've forgotten almost all of the rest of it.
I need food, to deal with this. (Belly - [Star]). Food and coffee. I wish I had some barbecued ribs. I think that would be a wonderful breakfast. Or a steak.
The Little Willies - [Streets of Baltimore]--- Good morning. Happy Father's Day, to the fathers in the audience.
