Dreams: AM/MG/AFP
Mar. 5th, 2009 09:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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mech_angel and I met Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbie[-Moore?] for lunch, somewhere along a strange combination of N. Decatur Road, and some crazy lower back highways through and around the South. mech_angel and Melinda have very intense, verry important conversations. Alan Moore simply stared at me, and occasionally laughed at me, when I tried to speak. Eventually, I woke up in our booth, in the dream, and the other two were gone. mech_angel seemed unconcerned that I missed their leaving.
Something about walking everywhere. About being able to walk anywhere through various bus angles and shadow connections. Up and down wide, hot city and suburban major streets, to different cities. Different suburbs.
Something about a very small Amanda Palmer show, done Fight Club style in a basement, somewhere. She announced that the first hundred people whose cell phones she opened would get to be her friends, forever. I contemplated throwing my phone to the centre ring, with everyone else, but didn't. Saw Steven ofego_likeness, off to the side of the crowd, talking to pyynk. I kept walking.
Something about being trapped in a half-finished basement on a deserted island, with several other people. We were all trying to figure out how to make fire, with what we had, which included a white power that clumped slightly like baking soda, but would spark under heat and suden pressure. We also had squares of very punky, very dry wood. We used the latter to hit the former, and eventually I got flames.
Hello.
mech_angel and I met Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbie[-Moore?] for lunch, somewhere along a strange combination of N. Decatur Road, and some crazy lower back highways through and around the South. mech_angel and Melinda have very intense, verry important conversations. Alan Moore simply stared at me, and occasionally laughed at me, when I tried to speak. Eventually, I woke up in our booth, in the dream, and the other two were gone. mech_angel seemed unconcerned that I missed their leaving.Something about walking everywhere. About being able to walk anywhere through various bus angles and shadow connections. Up and down wide, hot city and suburban major streets, to different cities. Different suburbs.
Something about a very small Amanda Palmer show, done Fight Club style in a basement, somewhere. She announced that the first hundred people whose cell phones she opened would get to be her friends, forever. I contemplated throwing my phone to the centre ring, with everyone else, but didn't. Saw Steven of
ego_likeness, off to the side of the crowd, talking to pyynk. I kept walking.Something about being trapped in a half-finished basement on a deserted island, with several other people. We were all trying to figure out how to make fire, with what we had, which included a white power that clumped slightly like baking soda, but would spark under heat and suden pressure. We also had squares of very punky, very dry wood. We used the latter to hit the former, and eventually I got flames.
Hello.
