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wolven7David Bowie - [Wishful Beginnings]--- I dreamed of a concert hall, stadium, or a school gymnasium in which there was some kind of festival happening. Kids, adults, teenagers, everywhere, talking, laughing, milling around, waiting for whatever was supposed to happen to start. Some kids were playing a game with stickers where, if you'd been tagged, it meant that you'd been shot, and you lost the game. They were bored, and needed to pass the time. It wasn't a game. One of the girls had a boyfriend in the rafters, with a very high-powered sniper rifle, and they were trying to take down a very spcific target, among the other high schoolers, someone who was receiving an award, on stage.
The girl and the guy were being recruited by rogue elements within some intelligence agency-- possibly CIA-- and this target was their first test. Her training was for close-in kills, and his was for distance shots; the place ment of the stickers allowed both of them to show their proficiency. (The Young Gods - [Our House]). I knew all of this, and I managed to stop their initial plan, by getting up to the rafters and the offices in the catwalk section, before the ceremony was clear enough for him to take his shot. I beat the kid, hand-to-hand, with no problems, and I took the gun from him, but that's when I saw who had been recruiting them. My former mentor, my helper and handler, through all the harder times. Older than me, more hardened. (Jarboe - [Feral Blixa (w/ Blixa Bargeld)]). He looked at me, and tald me that he couldn't believe how fucking worthless I was, how I was like an unlucky penny, turning up at all the wrong times. I didn't respond. I knew we would have to fight, and all I had on me was a plastic mechanical pencil.
I extended the lead and stabbed him in the forearm, several times. (Crüxshadows - [Defender]). He blocked and responded with a click-pen, catching me in the shoulder and bicep. He looked at me and said, "There's no way you can win this, Damien. You always were a shit fighter." I ignored him, stabbing his arms, again, making him focus, there, to distract him from my actual aim. He stabbed me in my arm, again, and I thrust the pencil forward and upward, directly into the orbital socket of his right eye. I pushed, one last time, and he fell down, dead. I looked over, and there was one more operative, someone I'd never seen, but he was too shocked to reach for his gun, and I stabbed him in the brain, too.
When the girl saw what I'd done, she looked at me and asked me if I was planning on doing what I do, if I was going to take them. (Rasputina - [The Question of Time]). The implication being that I was going to take their brains to a lab, do strange experiments, and drink the various resulting fluids, in an effort to gain super powers, or just enhance myself, genetically. I didn't say anything, and simply left.
I woke up, here, and kind of felt like I wanted to throw up, like I do after any instance of serious violence. The adreneline coupled with the shocking nature of the actions, themselves, in the aftermath, just kind of made me ill. That and the orbital socket of my right eye kind of hurt.
Next dream: The coffee shop at which I work was an underground laboratory, where all kinds of insane genetic experimentation was being done. Nothing was clear as to what the purpose of these experiements was, but they were the kind of things that would be considered abominations. (Rasputina - [Brand New Key (Melanie Cover)]). I watched a lot of these experiments, the math and the chemestry being done indicating SOMEthing, but I couldn't be completely sure as to What. I left, then.
Jack Off Jill - [Super Sadists]--- Something in the interim sections about driving around mountain sides, something connected to the dream from the other night about the faculty where I didn't fit in, the campus. Don't remember.
I'm watching an episode of some television show, and a woman, the coffee-shop waitress from "It's Always Sunny..." is in bed, asleep, in a white nightgown. (Miles Davis - [Darn That Dream]). She wakes up, startled, because there is a voice coming from her chest, going "Psst! Hey! Wake up!" She looks down and is terrified to see that in between her breasts is Jim Gaffigan's head, grafted to or projecting out of her sternum. The head can move independently, showing different sides of itself-- face, profile, top of the head-- and it is as if her skin is some kind of living gateway through which Gaffigan can look, but not emerge. (Tom Waits - [God's Away on Business]). He looks up at her and says, "So this is really weird, right?"
She says, in a very shaky voice, "... Yeah."
"I mean, I can like, see you naked, when ever I want."
"..."
"So. Can I see you naked?"
She's starting to break under the strain of having a man's head emerging from under the reality of her chest, and she just can't respond, anymore. I wake up
And that's about when I had to pee.
Poe - [Beautiful Girl]--- So, let's see. Last night I had a steak for dinner, and about 2/3rds of a beer, before we got in touch with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
99cranberries and decided to head out to R. Thomas. While there, I drank yet more coffee, and ate bacon, while having a Very strange grouping of conversations. Strange not in topic, but in dynamic. Well. Also in topic, to an extent. Anyway. Then I was tired, and we came home.
Nancy Sinatra - [Bang, Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)]--- Once home... Well. I slept. Pretty quickly. Aroud 3.30am. The dreams, I think, came from "Charlie Jade," "Heroes," "It's Always Sunny...," work, and there was something else, this week, that I saw, talking about snipers.
Faith & the Muse - [The Hand of Man]----Mmm. Gothrock always fits in Autumn, for me... Good times.
Good morning.
[10.28am: Sussan Deyhim - [Negara (Mesmerized Mirror)]--- Read this, if only for the very last paragraph, which sums up my thoughts on pretty much damn everything: http://www.needcoffee.com/2008/09/26/energy-drinks-demonized-again/
Don't just react and blame the nearest fucking thing to hand. Educate yourselves and the public, as fully as possible. Don't Spin things, so fucking much, and sometimes just tell the fucking truth. If your product is good, there you are.]
The girl and the guy were being recruited by rogue elements within some intelligence agency-- possibly CIA-- and this target was their first test. Her training was for close-in kills, and his was for distance shots; the place ment of the stickers allowed both of them to show their proficiency. (The Young Gods - [Our House]). I knew all of this, and I managed to stop their initial plan, by getting up to the rafters and the offices in the catwalk section, before the ceremony was clear enough for him to take his shot. I beat the kid, hand-to-hand, with no problems, and I took the gun from him, but that's when I saw who had been recruiting them. My former mentor, my helper and handler, through all the harder times. Older than me, more hardened. (Jarboe - [Feral Blixa (w/ Blixa Bargeld)]). He looked at me, and tald me that he couldn't believe how fucking worthless I was, how I was like an unlucky penny, turning up at all the wrong times. I didn't respond. I knew we would have to fight, and all I had on me was a plastic mechanical pencil.
I extended the lead and stabbed him in the forearm, several times. (Crüxshadows - [Defender]). He blocked and responded with a click-pen, catching me in the shoulder and bicep. He looked at me and said, "There's no way you can win this, Damien. You always were a shit fighter." I ignored him, stabbing his arms, again, making him focus, there, to distract him from my actual aim. He stabbed me in my arm, again, and I thrust the pencil forward and upward, directly into the orbital socket of his right eye. I pushed, one last time, and he fell down, dead. I looked over, and there was one more operative, someone I'd never seen, but he was too shocked to reach for his gun, and I stabbed him in the brain, too.
When the girl saw what I'd done, she looked at me and asked me if I was planning on doing what I do, if I was going to take them. (Rasputina - [The Question of Time]). The implication being that I was going to take their brains to a lab, do strange experiments, and drink the various resulting fluids, in an effort to gain super powers, or just enhance myself, genetically. I didn't say anything, and simply left.
I woke up, here, and kind of felt like I wanted to throw up, like I do after any instance of serious violence. The adreneline coupled with the shocking nature of the actions, themselves, in the aftermath, just kind of made me ill. That and the orbital socket of my right eye kind of hurt.
Next dream: The coffee shop at which I work was an underground laboratory, where all kinds of insane genetic experimentation was being done. Nothing was clear as to what the purpose of these experiements was, but they were the kind of things that would be considered abominations. (Rasputina - [Brand New Key (Melanie Cover)]). I watched a lot of these experiments, the math and the chemestry being done indicating SOMEthing, but I couldn't be completely sure as to What. I left, then.
Jack Off Jill - [Super Sadists]--- Something in the interim sections about driving around mountain sides, something connected to the dream from the other night about the faculty where I didn't fit in, the campus. Don't remember.
I'm watching an episode of some television show, and a woman, the coffee-shop waitress from "It's Always Sunny..." is in bed, asleep, in a white nightgown. (Miles Davis - [Darn That Dream]). She wakes up, startled, because there is a voice coming from her chest, going "Psst! Hey! Wake up!" She looks down and is terrified to see that in between her breasts is Jim Gaffigan's head, grafted to or projecting out of her sternum. The head can move independently, showing different sides of itself-- face, profile, top of the head-- and it is as if her skin is some kind of living gateway through which Gaffigan can look, but not emerge. (Tom Waits - [God's Away on Business]). He looks up at her and says, "So this is really weird, right?"
She says, in a very shaky voice, "... Yeah."
"I mean, I can like, see you naked, when ever I want."
"..."
"So. Can I see you naked?"
She's starting to break under the strain of having a man's head emerging from under the reality of her chest, and she just can't respond, anymore. I wake up
And that's about when I had to pee.
Poe - [Beautiful Girl]--- So, let's see. Last night I had a steak for dinner, and about 2/3rds of a beer, before we got in touch with
99cranberries and decided to head out to R. Thomas. While there, I drank yet more coffee, and ate bacon, while having a Very strange grouping of conversations. Strange not in topic, but in dynamic. Well. Also in topic, to an extent. Anyway. Then I was tired, and we came home.Nancy Sinatra - [Bang, Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)]--- Once home... Well. I slept. Pretty quickly. Aroud 3.30am. The dreams, I think, came from "Charlie Jade," "Heroes," "It's Always Sunny...," work, and there was something else, this week, that I saw, talking about snipers.
Faith & the Muse - [The Hand of Man]----Mmm. Gothrock always fits in Autumn, for me... Good times.
Good morning.
[10.28am: Sussan Deyhim - [Negara (Mesmerized Mirror)]--- Read this, if only for the very last paragraph, which sums up my thoughts on pretty much damn everything: http://www.needcoffee.com/2008/09/26/energy-drinks-demonized-again/
Don't just react and blame the nearest fucking thing to hand. Educate yourselves and the public, as fully as possible. Don't Spin things, so fucking much, and sometimes just tell the fucking truth. If your product is good, there you are.]
