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wolven7Dreams were of a 1970's-style ranch house with wood paneling, and one long hallwayu, down the middle. Bedrooms and bathrooms on one side, office on the other, and master bedroom at the end of the hall.
I don't really want to talk about the details of the dream. Those aren't important, this time, I think. The feeling, the meaning, and the Almostness of it are what disturbed and unsettled me. The gist of it is as follows:
Two girls wanted to have sex with me. One is sciencey, bookish, and shy, pixie-like, with dark hair in a kind of angular bob; the other is aggressive, more athletic and blonde, with what might be a buzz cut, or might be Gena Davis' hair in that scene in The Long Kiss Goodnight, where's she's just gotten out of the shower. I danced with the shy one, at a party/reunion, and quickly went away from her. The aggressive one had been literally stalking me, all night. The three of us wind up in what is my bedroom, but somehow an unused bedroom?![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel is asleep in the master bedroom, down the hall. The girls are both trying to undress me, and talking about sex, and I go to the bathroom, to get away from them, but I'm comfortable with them, at the same time. Like we've been friends, for years. When I go into the bathroom, the aggressive one continues to look through a crack in the door, to see what she can see. I laugh and tell her to get out.
Sitting in the bathroom, thinking about what I'm doing, I realise that I have no clue. That I am conflicted and torn, in every respect of meaning and implication and intention. As regards a physical lust and want, I certainly do. But in terms of higher order duty to non-duplicitousness, and internal feeling that giving into that lust is a violation to love, and tomech_angel, I certainly do Not. I leave the bathroom, and the girls are naked, on the bed, sheets and coverings tangled and drapped, and I lay down on the bed, between them, and I tell them my problems with this whole situation. I say, "I'd like to, but I have a girlfriend whom I love." The aggressive one responds in concepts, rather than words, conveying that she, herself, has a "Significant Other:Male." I say that mine, however, is asleep, down the hall. They both tell me that "It's fine, it's okay to want and to act on those wants, because--" I wake up
Very strange. Took me a while to get back to sleep. When I did, I dreamed about being an angel/The Messiah's friend, and needing to run to a large mansion that was a convent, where the nuns kept various secrets, including the resurrection and healing I needed to give him, and I had to work with the archangel Michael, who was my slightly older brother, and I was very unhappy about it. To get there, I had to race Ryam, who was wearing sweat pants and sneakers. I was wearing jeans and boots, as usual. I made it through the mud and over the concrete run-off ditches/creeks, in the woods, because my boots had better tread and support.
This is what happens when I do intense magic, right before bed, pushing things toward working, revelation, and understanding. Stupid epicentre principles...
Answers tocailement's Questions. [Questions Here]
1) Raven Wings. Intimidating ;)
2) Used to be Metroid: Prime 2. Now? I don't know, as I haven't really Played new video games in forever.
3) A billion? This question, for me, gets tied up in the nature of time, infinity, and where one life ends and another begins. Which is a lie that isn't always that solid. It makes things kind of hard to calculate.
4) My back orders of comics.
5) Two things: A) I really hate the "Zombie" scenario. I'm tired of it, and I think we, as an apocalypse-envisioning society can do better, and should move on. There are scarier things than Zombies. B) Depending on a number of factors, survival might only be a stop-gap measure. Considering one of the things NO ONE has talked about, yet, is that if the scenario really is a "Hell Is Full" kind of thing, then whatever occult rift caused the problem can probably be exploited for other purposes. Such as KILLING ZOMBIES. Or controlling them, or putting them to sleep, or whatever. Which is all to say, I think I have a pretty high chance of some long-term survival.
I don't really want to talk about the details of the dream. Those aren't important, this time, I think. The feeling, the meaning, and the Almostness of it are what disturbed and unsettled me. The gist of it is as follows:
Two girls wanted to have sex with me. One is sciencey, bookish, and shy, pixie-like, with dark hair in a kind of angular bob; the other is aggressive, more athletic and blonde, with what might be a buzz cut, or might be Gena Davis' hair in that scene in The Long Kiss Goodnight, where's she's just gotten out of the shower. I danced with the shy one, at a party/reunion, and quickly went away from her. The aggressive one had been literally stalking me, all night. The three of us wind up in what is my bedroom, but somehow an unused bedroom?
mech_angel is asleep in the master bedroom, down the hall. The girls are both trying to undress me, and talking about sex, and I go to the bathroom, to get away from them, but I'm comfortable with them, at the same time. Like we've been friends, for years. When I go into the bathroom, the aggressive one continues to look through a crack in the door, to see what she can see. I laugh and tell her to get out.Sitting in the bathroom, thinking about what I'm doing, I realise that I have no clue. That I am conflicted and torn, in every respect of meaning and implication and intention. As regards a physical lust and want, I certainly do. But in terms of higher order duty to non-duplicitousness, and internal feeling that giving into that lust is a violation to love, and to
mech_angel, I certainly do Not. I leave the bathroom, and the girls are naked, on the bed, sheets and coverings tangled and drapped, and I lay down on the bed, between them, and I tell them my problems with this whole situation. I say, "I'd like to, but I have a girlfriend whom I love." The aggressive one responds in concepts, rather than words, conveying that she, herself, has a "Significant Other:Male." I say that mine, however, is asleep, down the hall. They both tell me that "It's fine, it's okay to want and to act on those wants, because--" I wake upVery strange. Took me a while to get back to sleep. When I did, I dreamed about being an angel/The Messiah's friend, and needing to run to a large mansion that was a convent, where the nuns kept various secrets, including the resurrection and healing I needed to give him, and I had to work with the archangel Michael, who was my slightly older brother, and I was very unhappy about it. To get there, I had to race Ryam, who was wearing sweat pants and sneakers. I was wearing jeans and boots, as usual. I made it through the mud and over the concrete run-off ditches/creeks, in the woods, because my boots had better tread and support.
This is what happens when I do intense magic, right before bed, pushing things toward working, revelation, and understanding. Stupid epicentre principles...
Answers to
cailement's Questions. [Questions Here]1) Raven Wings. Intimidating ;)
2) Used to be Metroid: Prime 2. Now? I don't know, as I haven't really Played new video games in forever.
3) A billion? This question, for me, gets tied up in the nature of time, infinity, and where one life ends and another begins. Which is a lie that isn't always that solid. It makes things kind of hard to calculate.
4) My back orders of comics.
5) Two things: A) I really hate the "Zombie" scenario. I'm tired of it, and I think we, as an apocalypse-envisioning society can do better, and should move on. There are scarier things than Zombies. B) Depending on a number of factors, survival might only be a stop-gap measure. Considering one of the things NO ONE has talked about, yet, is that if the scenario really is a "Hell Is Full" kind of thing, then whatever occult rift caused the problem can probably be exploited for other purposes. Such as KILLING ZOMBIES. Or controlling them, or putting them to sleep, or whatever. Which is all to say, I think I have a pretty high chance of some long-term survival.
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Date: 2008-08-08 02:06 am (UTC)Z) Zombie as metaphor? Bad shit happens, but the greatest danger after a catastrophe is probably posed by the masses who will tear you limb from limb because you aren't in the group that's staggering about with the goal to destroy not-self. They look human, but they're not.
Woo, I'm going to have to show you the beginning of one of the Ravenloft books.
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Date: 2008-08-09 04:09 am (UTC)