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wolven7Dreams were a roiling conflagration of symbolism, past, present, future.
The apartment complexes and townhouse developments where I used to live. Not the places, just the grounds. The paths and shortcuts I used to take. Everyone I know, living in the complex, together. My having to walk from apartment to house, etc. Taking a shortcut,letting my semi-conscious memories take over, and finding an old friend I used to have, in one of the complexes. He showed me around, how everything had changed. He has grafted marijuana plants onto my Red Maple tree, Max.
Somehow became and epic post-apocalyptic about needing to keep music pure and free from corporate interference. The complexes became covered, underground networked hallways, subways, walkways and open markets. Like a mall, subdivision, and survivalist bunker, all rolled into one. We had to find this one girl, and, having found her, we had to find some conceptual component so that she could see what music truly was, again. We took her from her corporate masters (AT&T/Disney) and one of the former drones/junior execs came with us. We made it to the utility stairs, and most of the way out.
We were in a theater, hiding, watching Disney's "version" of Caligula, as mashed up with Julius Caesar. The formerr exec. kept talking about remembering this, from his childhood...
The movie ended and we left, ascending the stairs, which became an elevator. We opened it, and the entire slum-side of the city was underwater, though the majority of it was still underground. Her music had triggered the apocalypse, but it had started with those worst-off peoples, leaving the rich to feel delusionally secure.
There was other stuff about having to carry my knife, walking in the apartment/subdivisions. Something about watching![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lord_of_smoking's apartment, while he was out of town.
The rest is gone...
Gotta go to work.
The apartment complexes and townhouse developments where I used to live. Not the places, just the grounds. The paths and shortcuts I used to take. Everyone I know, living in the complex, together. My having to walk from apartment to house, etc. Taking a shortcut,letting my semi-conscious memories take over, and finding an old friend I used to have, in one of the complexes. He showed me around, how everything had changed. He has grafted marijuana plants onto my Red Maple tree, Max.
Somehow became and epic post-apocalyptic about needing to keep music pure and free from corporate interference. The complexes became covered, underground networked hallways, subways, walkways and open markets. Like a mall, subdivision, and survivalist bunker, all rolled into one. We had to find this one girl, and, having found her, we had to find some conceptual component so that she could see what music truly was, again. We took her from her corporate masters (AT&T/Disney) and one of the former drones/junior execs came with us. We made it to the utility stairs, and most of the way out.
We were in a theater, hiding, watching Disney's "version" of Caligula, as mashed up with Julius Caesar. The formerr exec. kept talking about remembering this, from his childhood...
The movie ended and we left, ascending the stairs, which became an elevator. We opened it, and the entire slum-side of the city was underwater, though the majority of it was still underground. Her music had triggered the apocalypse, but it had started with those worst-off peoples, leaving the rich to feel delusionally secure.
There was other stuff about having to carry my knife, walking in the apartment/subdivisions. Something about watching
lord_of_smoking's apartment, while he was out of town.The rest is gone...
Gotta go to work.
