Dreams of the Night of: 12.25.09/12.24.09
Dec. 29th, 2009 12:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7A strange variant of Cruisin' USA, with bridges and tunnels, but the same "Crash Your Car, Drop A New One Out Of The Sky" mechanism. I drove into a tunnel, but under a train. Drop a new car, waiting, train passes, driving forward. But walking forward, because the tunnel is tiny. As I get to the end of it, knowing that I'm losing the race, I see that the tunnel has collapsed, and the ceiling beams are all over the floor. This is what makes it safe. I reach the end, and there is a hole, with a strange light shining through I look through it.
Alien landscape. Desert mountains and strange stars something seems strange about the mountains. The old woman, behind me, in the tunnel, tells me that I'll have to dig, if I want to get through. I'll have to move the rocks, again. I look out, and at the mountains on the other side of the valley, again, and I realise that they look like faces; giant, craggy, worn faces. I don't mention it, but I think about it, as I dig. The old woman has been changing, silhouetted against the light, into a younger woman, into a new dress. She steps forward, and starts removing rocks, one by one. I push, and the rocks move, easily. I shove and kick them all out of the way, and climb through.
On the other side, I am working my way down the slope, and I stop. I ask the young-old woman if the faces I see are real, if the real reason she wants me over there is to sacrafice me to these entities; if there is a fifth face that I can't see... She says, "No, of course not," as she seals up the hole, behind me, and I settle down, into the valley. I look up at the faces, and I tell them to start coming down, and meeting me. Behind me, the cliff face is the front and steps of the house on Abbey Place. The four faces turn into four gods, who have been trapped in the mountain, I look at them and know that there's one more. I yell that the fifth has to come around the valley bend; the hidden god has to make itself seen.
In front of me are five gods, and I know that they are ashamed, trapped, unable to access their full power. I can work with this.
Something about Dethklok.
Christmas Eve, I dreamed about a deeply explicit strip seach in a strip club/brothel, which was actually more like an outdoor basketball court. If you were inside the low chainlink fencing, everything was fine for nudity, debauchery, etc; no one could see it. If you took any of that outside the fence, the cops showed up. Someone took it out of the fence, and the punishement was a strip search for all of the workers. Which, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unknownbinaries put it, is like punishing someone who works in a cookie factory by making them eat cookies. Sure, they're probably sick of it, by now, but what the fuck, you know?
Anyway. laptop's dying. Later.
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12.29.09: We're back. No internet for the past two days. Time to go to work.
Alien landscape. Desert mountains and strange stars something seems strange about the mountains. The old woman, behind me, in the tunnel, tells me that I'll have to dig, if I want to get through. I'll have to move the rocks, again. I look out, and at the mountains on the other side of the valley, again, and I realise that they look like faces; giant, craggy, worn faces. I don't mention it, but I think about it, as I dig. The old woman has been changing, silhouetted against the light, into a younger woman, into a new dress. She steps forward, and starts removing rocks, one by one. I push, and the rocks move, easily. I shove and kick them all out of the way, and climb through.
On the other side, I am working my way down the slope, and I stop. I ask the young-old woman if the faces I see are real, if the real reason she wants me over there is to sacrafice me to these entities; if there is a fifth face that I can't see... She says, "No, of course not," as she seals up the hole, behind me, and I settle down, into the valley. I look up at the faces, and I tell them to start coming down, and meeting me. Behind me, the cliff face is the front and steps of the house on Abbey Place. The four faces turn into four gods, who have been trapped in the mountain, I look at them and know that there's one more. I yell that the fifth has to come around the valley bend; the hidden god has to make itself seen.
In front of me are five gods, and I know that they are ashamed, trapped, unable to access their full power. I can work with this.
Something about Dethklok.
Christmas Eve, I dreamed about a deeply explicit strip seach in a strip club/brothel, which was actually more like an outdoor basketball court. If you were inside the low chainlink fencing, everything was fine for nudity, debauchery, etc; no one could see it. If you took any of that outside the fence, the cops showed up. Someone took it out of the fence, and the punishement was a strip search for all of the workers. Which, as
unknownbinaries put it, is like punishing someone who works in a cookie factory by making them eat cookies. Sure, they're probably sick of it, by now, but what the fuck, you know?Anyway. laptop's dying. Later.
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12.29.09: We're back. No internet for the past two days. Time to go to work.
