Good day....
Sep. 19th, 2002 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7I'm next to a creek/stream, and i have the feeling that i have crossed it,to get where i am. I look behind me, and i see six rocks, in the stream. I used those to get across. I'm standing next to Rosie, Elizabeth Morrison, and my Mom, and we're walking up the river bank.
We're in the hotel, in my head, and the elevators, here, look like the elevators, from the Resident Evil movie. There are a lot of people, around, and a lot of things are happening, and there is an air of chaos, and confusion. It's a lot like Dragon Con.I walk out of a set of doors.
I'm back by the river, with the feeling of having left a farm house, and a movie theater. WE're all trying to figure out how to get across the water, again, because the water level has risen, and covered three of the six rocks, on the far side, and the current is running really fast.. We can't figure anything out, and Cait comes in and says "My mom has a Land Rover." We look upstream, and we see a sandbar, across the stream. The current is still flowing, and rushing, but the sandbar is completely dry, and on top of it is a Land Rover. We get in.
We're in the car, and i'm holding my bag upside down, checking to make sure that all of my stuff is still in it. There's the feeling of having left a large parking deck style garage, next to the farm house feeling, to get to the car. I look in my bag, and nothing falls out. I look over at my mom, to my left, cause i'm in the middle, and i ask "Are you asleep?" She says no.
I'm in Five Points Marta Station, and how i got there has absolutely nothing to do with the Land Rover, or the River, or anything from Before. I am simply there. I'm on a level, in between the bottom train level, which is the North/South line, and the top, which is the East/West. Turkish, from "Snatch", is there, and he's wearing rags, like Bruce Willis, from "12 Monkeys." Turkish is telling all of us, because there are many of us, and we live underground, that there will be a train, heading south, and it will take us to food, and building materials. Those who go on the train May be able to bring things back, to those who stay, but it's not guaranteed. It's even possible that the going will be dangerous. He says a word that means which escalator we have to go down, to get to the right Train. The way to get to the trains is this: You go up an escalator, one level, and then down another, all the way to the bottom. If you go down one escalator, the right one, you get to the Train. The other escalator takes you to the Same Platform, but it is not at all the same train. The Word is Erk'Sahlesk. The words for the two escalators sound so similar that it is nearly impossible to tell them apart. Throughout his speech, he keeps making reference to the fact that, in the old days, they would kill a stag, and hang it above the exit to the ascending escalator. He references this, four times, or so, and each time the vision of the stag, hanging from the archway, is a little more clear. As i'm going up the escalator, i see Turkish, holding a bowl of what looks like strawberry coloured oatmeal. I'm going up the escalator, and there are now "Normal" people, all around me; people from the year 2002, and such, and they don't notice any of the people from the future, panicking, and trying to remember which escalator to get on to go down. And the panicking people are everywhere. They are trying to get down to the platform, before the train comes. But i am riding the escalator, looking down at Turkish, asking him what he's eating. He doesn't take his eyes off of me, and tells me "Go." I ask him, again, and again he says "Go." I ask him twice more, with the same answer.., and as i realise that it is oatmeal, with blood in it, while at the same time being nothing but a bowl-full of pomegranates, i'm pushed off of the escalator, by a mass of people. As i turn, to step off, a tall, bald man, who reminds me of Michael Stipe and someone else i know, Looks up at the arch and says "You know, they didn't really need the whole Stag... Sometimes, they would just use the head." And i see a White/ Golden/ Green Stag's head, above the Archway, surrounded by the same coloured light. A brief flash of the Jaggermeister logo. I wake up
NOW! I don't know how many of you can dissect the layers of symbolism, in that dream, but i'll be Damned if there aren't a bunch. A lot of this was, no doubt, brought on by the fact that i ate like, 19 pomegranate seeds, yesterday. Then a bunch of other stuff happened... I wrote another two poems, today. And then i got depressed, and felt really lonely, and like i wanted to cry. Here's the poems.
Am I Not Real?
Marginal Exceptions
Explosions of colour and sound.
Winding through the hour glass
sands, on beaches of silicon.
A transistor switching blindness
and a connection of neural nets.
In boxes of memories,
we are made to acknowledge
an internal sadness,
and in penance for refusing
to believe in the feeling
of vertiginous machine dreams
we make ourselves one
with what we do not understand.
Count zero electric sheep
as you wish upon your star
that, one day,
you'll be a real girl or boy.
(c)2002 Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
And those are for today... I need to go get ready to go. I'll be back, later... and to those of you i've denied, while on the Mountain, don't mind me, i'll be out of the Mushroom Stupor soon... God's not done screaming, yet.
TTFN
We're in the hotel, in my head, and the elevators, here, look like the elevators, from the Resident Evil movie. There are a lot of people, around, and a lot of things are happening, and there is an air of chaos, and confusion. It's a lot like Dragon Con.I walk out of a set of doors.
I'm back by the river, with the feeling of having left a farm house, and a movie theater. WE're all trying to figure out how to get across the water, again, because the water level has risen, and covered three of the six rocks, on the far side, and the current is running really fast.. We can't figure anything out, and Cait comes in and says "My mom has a Land Rover." We look upstream, and we see a sandbar, across the stream. The current is still flowing, and rushing, but the sandbar is completely dry, and on top of it is a Land Rover. We get in.
We're in the car, and i'm holding my bag upside down, checking to make sure that all of my stuff is still in it. There's the feeling of having left a large parking deck style garage, next to the farm house feeling, to get to the car. I look in my bag, and nothing falls out. I look over at my mom, to my left, cause i'm in the middle, and i ask "Are you asleep?" She says no.
I'm in Five Points Marta Station, and how i got there has absolutely nothing to do with the Land Rover, or the River, or anything from Before. I am simply there. I'm on a level, in between the bottom train level, which is the North/South line, and the top, which is the East/West. Turkish, from "Snatch", is there, and he's wearing rags, like Bruce Willis, from "12 Monkeys." Turkish is telling all of us, because there are many of us, and we live underground, that there will be a train, heading south, and it will take us to food, and building materials. Those who go on the train May be able to bring things back, to those who stay, but it's not guaranteed. It's even possible that the going will be dangerous. He says a word that means which escalator we have to go down, to get to the right Train. The way to get to the trains is this: You go up an escalator, one level, and then down another, all the way to the bottom. If you go down one escalator, the right one, you get to the Train. The other escalator takes you to the Same Platform, but it is not at all the same train. The Word is Erk'Sahlesk. The words for the two escalators sound so similar that it is nearly impossible to tell them apart. Throughout his speech, he keeps making reference to the fact that, in the old days, they would kill a stag, and hang it above the exit to the ascending escalator. He references this, four times, or so, and each time the vision of the stag, hanging from the archway, is a little more clear. As i'm going up the escalator, i see Turkish, holding a bowl of what looks like strawberry coloured oatmeal. I'm going up the escalator, and there are now "Normal" people, all around me; people from the year 2002, and such, and they don't notice any of the people from the future, panicking, and trying to remember which escalator to get on to go down. And the panicking people are everywhere. They are trying to get down to the platform, before the train comes. But i am riding the escalator, looking down at Turkish, asking him what he's eating. He doesn't take his eyes off of me, and tells me "Go." I ask him, again, and again he says "Go." I ask him twice more, with the same answer.., and as i realise that it is oatmeal, with blood in it, while at the same time being nothing but a bowl-full of pomegranates, i'm pushed off of the escalator, by a mass of people. As i turn, to step off, a tall, bald man, who reminds me of Michael Stipe and someone else i know, Looks up at the arch and says "You know, they didn't really need the whole Stag... Sometimes, they would just use the head." And i see a White/ Golden/ Green Stag's head, above the Archway, surrounded by the same coloured light. A brief flash of the Jaggermeister logo. I wake up
NOW! I don't know how many of you can dissect the layers of symbolism, in that dream, but i'll be Damned if there aren't a bunch. A lot of this was, no doubt, brought on by the fact that i ate like, 19 pomegranate seeds, yesterday. Then a bunch of other stuff happened... I wrote another two poems, today. And then i got depressed, and felt really lonely, and like i wanted to cry. Here's the poems.
Am I Not Real?
Marginal Exceptions
Explosions of colour and sound.
Winding through the hour glass
sands, on beaches of silicon.
A transistor switching blindness
and a connection of neural nets.
In boxes of memories,
we are made to acknowledge
an internal sadness,
and in penance for refusing
to believe in the feeling
of vertiginous machine dreams
we make ourselves one
with what we do not understand.
Count zero electric sheep
as you wish upon your star
that, one day,
you'll be a real girl or boy.
(c)2002 Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
Too much contrivance
Eighteen lines without message
What was to be said?
And those are for today... I need to go get ready to go. I'll be back, later... and to those of you i've denied, while on the Mountain, don't mind me, i'll be out of the Mushroom Stupor soon... God's not done screaming, yet.
TTFN
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