Back in Black...
Oct. 18th, 2002 08:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7I'm in a house, that's an awful lot like no one's house i know, and i'm in the basement. Luke is wandering around, talking to people, and talking online, and there are a lot of people. Laura Harrington is stretched out, on the bed. At one point, Luke walks back, past the bed, and into this room, closet thing. Laura and I start to mock wrestle, on the bed, and when we stop, her nipple has popped out of her shirt. I lean down, and i lick it. She gets offended, in the way that says that she doesn't want to think of me that way, because she likes me too much, or some other bullshit. I get awkward, and sit and talk. We talk, for a while, and Luke walks back in.
My uncle, Chuck, and some others in my family, are now in the house, but, at the same time, i'm only seeing them as computer screens.. I'm being told that i have important work, to do, and that i need to hurry up and get dressed, because we have to go. I put on this hoodie/sweat shirt thing, and i stop at a mirror, ion the bathroom, to look at the lines: it's black, with silverwhite around the zipper. It fits me loosely, around the shoulders, falling off to show my shoulder and pectoral muscles. I go out into the living room, to meet up with the Aliens/Angels that have come to take me away to do highly important work. I stop to look at a map, on the arm of a couch, and i see a mountainous region. i wake up
People woke me up, to go get my check, and stuff, today. Which i did. I have money, now. Yay. Then i came back here, and went back to sleep, for another two hours.
I'm in a place that's like a conglomeration of Rob's place, and the Chamber, or the backstage of any venue. There are people all around, and there is this guy, on my couch. I look at Luke and Patrick, and ask who the guy is, because he looks like Dan, from Life of Riley. They tell me his name, and it's a name that doesn't really exist, in the English language. Patrick says that the guy is going to be his back up vocals, on the new song, and i say, ok. The first incarnation of is wandering around, in the background. They get ready to go onstage, which is out the front door, and the second incarnation of appears, in the doorway, stripped to the waist, and covered in tattoos. She says some sort of Rites, and praises them, for what they are about to do, and then thy go out.
Me and Patrick are in a car, and we're driving down a highway. We're talking about the show, and about all kinds of singing and music. Suddenly, because i just now notice it, i say, "So i see that you finally learned how to drive." He says "Yeah, Luke took me out and showed me, and, once i got started it was--" "Really pretty easy?" "No, the learning was difficult as Hell. The Driving was easy. I Learned to drive at (a word that means three and five, at the same time) miles an hour." I say, oh, and we keep going. There's this sheriff, with no arms or legs, chasing us, and screaming, from the flat bed of a truck, with no cab, so it looks like a giant child's wagon. We make note of him, and decide to ignore him. One of my teeth feels weird, and i start to check it. It wiggles, and it's loose, and it slowly becomes teeth, closer to the Front of my mouth, having started as a molar. Now my right canine is the one that's loose, and i pull it out, and i feel, and all of my front teeth are gone. I'm scared. i wake up
That last bit was a nightmare, for those of you who don't know what mine look like. That's one of the only things i fear,. That was my mind, Dream, and the world's way of Telling me that it was time to get the fuck out of bed. So i did. And i cleaned the entire fucking front of the apartment, today, too. Damnit. And man, those dishes were fucking Disgusting. i mean Horrible. There were molds of Mould, set in cups, and shit, because my roommate hadn't done dishes. Granted, i didn't do them either, but i did, today, so it's all better now. *shudder*.
And now i need to go, so i can get ready for this movie outing thing, I shall return, this evening, with reviews of awe, or disgust, at "The Ring". Until then... Ta ta.
My uncle, Chuck, and some others in my family, are now in the house, but, at the same time, i'm only seeing them as computer screens.. I'm being told that i have important work, to do, and that i need to hurry up and get dressed, because we have to go. I put on this hoodie/sweat shirt thing, and i stop at a mirror, ion the bathroom, to look at the lines: it's black, with silverwhite around the zipper. It fits me loosely, around the shoulders, falling off to show my shoulder and pectoral muscles. I go out into the living room, to meet up with the Aliens/Angels that have come to take me away to do highly important work. I stop to look at a map, on the arm of a couch, and i see a mountainous region. i wake up
People woke me up, to go get my check, and stuff, today. Which i did. I have money, now. Yay. Then i came back here, and went back to sleep, for another two hours.
I'm in a place that's like a conglomeration of Rob's place, and the Chamber, or the backstage of any venue. There are people all around, and there is this guy, on my couch. I look at Luke and Patrick, and ask who the guy is, because he looks like Dan, from Life of Riley. They tell me his name, and it's a name that doesn't really exist, in the English language. Patrick says that the guy is going to be his back up vocals, on the new song, and i say, ok. The first incarnation of is wandering around, in the background. They get ready to go onstage, which is out the front door, and the second incarnation of appears, in the doorway, stripped to the waist, and covered in tattoos. She says some sort of Rites, and praises them, for what they are about to do, and then thy go out.
Me and Patrick are in a car, and we're driving down a highway. We're talking about the show, and about all kinds of singing and music. Suddenly, because i just now notice it, i say, "So i see that you finally learned how to drive." He says "Yeah, Luke took me out and showed me, and, once i got started it was--" "Really pretty easy?" "No, the learning was difficult as Hell. The Driving was easy. I Learned to drive at (a word that means three and five, at the same time) miles an hour." I say, oh, and we keep going. There's this sheriff, with no arms or legs, chasing us, and screaming, from the flat bed of a truck, with no cab, so it looks like a giant child's wagon. We make note of him, and decide to ignore him. One of my teeth feels weird, and i start to check it. It wiggles, and it's loose, and it slowly becomes teeth, closer to the Front of my mouth, having started as a molar. Now my right canine is the one that's loose, and i pull it out, and i feel, and all of my front teeth are gone. I'm scared. i wake up
That last bit was a nightmare, for those of you who don't know what mine look like. That's one of the only things i fear,. That was my mind, Dream, and the world's way of Telling me that it was time to get the fuck out of bed. So i did. And i cleaned the entire fucking front of the apartment, today, too. Damnit. And man, those dishes were fucking Disgusting. i mean Horrible. There were molds of Mould, set in cups, and shit, because my roommate hadn't done dishes. Granted, i didn't do them either, but i did, today, so it's all better now. *shudder*.
And now i need to go, so i can get ready for this movie outing thing, I shall return, this evening, with reviews of awe, or disgust, at "The Ring". Until then... Ta ta.
