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wolven7In D.C. wandering down Jay street, with my mother, talking about buses to Catch, to get where we're going. She has to take the 95. I have to walk.
I'm in some city that doesn't exist. I'm at a college, and i'm coming out of my German class, getting into someone's car. We're upset, at something, in the class. The place is a mixture of Philadelphia, D.C., and Atlanta. There are steps, in front, and a convertible.
I'm on a soccer/lacrosse field, and there is some sort of ren-faire going on, off to my right. There is a cop, there, and all of the people are coming closer together, mentally and physically.
There is an investigation, at the school, and there's this detective, there, and he's wandering around the grounds, part of which is like the side of Luke's house. There is police tape, everywhere.
I'm leaving the school, again, this time in a bus, of some sort, or a van, and we're trying to escape from some people. We pass by a Shriner's hall, and there is some kind of Pun, in the name. It belongs to a man who is Woody Allen, George Burns, and Benny Hill, all in one person.
I'm in a field, and it is covered in Ice. I'm Hardy/Abbot. The guy with me is Laurel/Costello. We're going ice fishing. We setting down the gear, and starting to dig the hole, when Laurel/Costello looks over to his right, and sees a tree full of Snakes. He is pulled in, and this part is very hazy, but he becomes one with the tree, and loses himself. I start to run, turn around, and approach the tree from the left. I start to get pulled into the tree, and the consciousness of the snakes, but i resist, holding on to my individuality. I pull L/C out of the tree, and we're both covered in mud. We start to run toward the school, again, and we are trying to pull off the muddy clothes, at least the top halves of our overalls. We come out around some shrubbery, and there is a detective, there, and i know him, and everything about him, but he doesn't know me. I say "Hello Detective. How goes the case?" And he says that it's Fine, and he seems to recognize me, a bit. He's about to stop me, but we round the oner, and are gone. L/C asks how i know him. I say "He's The Detective. I know him."
Flash of the masonic temple, a spiral drive way, in front, Vox people, school people, and the Walk, with my mom.
I remember those dreams, because they happened in the 10.30-2 sleep i had. Not the others. 6.15 - 8.30. 9.30 - 10. I got a copy of "Silence of the Lambs," book form, finally, and "Black House," and "Talisman." I also got "12 Monkeys," a book on money management, a new Mozart CD, and a bunch of Shirts, and some cash, which is good. I got other people things, like jewelry, and things that they will enjoy. I never know what to buy people, or to tell people to get me, unless they ask (either party), in a specific vein. CDs, Books, movies, etc. So i end up giving them things that instinct says they'll like.
I need water.
The Neverending Story is on Sci-Fi, and i need to get offline, and go visit my Dad. I'll see you all later. I'm sorry that today is a day of pain, for some. *licks*
Dream Well
I'm in some city that doesn't exist. I'm at a college, and i'm coming out of my German class, getting into someone's car. We're upset, at something, in the class. The place is a mixture of Philadelphia, D.C., and Atlanta. There are steps, in front, and a convertible.
I'm on a soccer/lacrosse field, and there is some sort of ren-faire going on, off to my right. There is a cop, there, and all of the people are coming closer together, mentally and physically.
There is an investigation, at the school, and there's this detective, there, and he's wandering around the grounds, part of which is like the side of Luke's house. There is police tape, everywhere.
I'm leaving the school, again, this time in a bus, of some sort, or a van, and we're trying to escape from some people. We pass by a Shriner's hall, and there is some kind of Pun, in the name. It belongs to a man who is Woody Allen, George Burns, and Benny Hill, all in one person.
I'm in a field, and it is covered in Ice. I'm Hardy/Abbot. The guy with me is Laurel/Costello. We're going ice fishing. We setting down the gear, and starting to dig the hole, when Laurel/Costello looks over to his right, and sees a tree full of Snakes. He is pulled in, and this part is very hazy, but he becomes one with the tree, and loses himself. I start to run, turn around, and approach the tree from the left. I start to get pulled into the tree, and the consciousness of the snakes, but i resist, holding on to my individuality. I pull L/C out of the tree, and we're both covered in mud. We start to run toward the school, again, and we are trying to pull off the muddy clothes, at least the top halves of our overalls. We come out around some shrubbery, and there is a detective, there, and i know him, and everything about him, but he doesn't know me. I say "Hello Detective. How goes the case?" And he says that it's Fine, and he seems to recognize me, a bit. He's about to stop me, but we round the oner, and are gone. L/C asks how i know him. I say "He's The Detective. I know him."
Flash of the masonic temple, a spiral drive way, in front, Vox people, school people, and the Walk, with my mom.
I remember those dreams, because they happened in the 10.30-2 sleep i had. Not the others. 6.15 - 8.30. 9.30 - 10. I got a copy of "Silence of the Lambs," book form, finally, and "Black House," and "Talisman." I also got "12 Monkeys," a book on money management, a new Mozart CD, and a bunch of Shirts, and some cash, which is good. I got other people things, like jewelry, and things that they will enjoy. I never know what to buy people, or to tell people to get me, unless they ask (either party), in a specific vein. CDs, Books, movies, etc. So i end up giving them things that instinct says they'll like.
I need water.
The Neverending Story is on Sci-Fi, and i need to get offline, and go visit my Dad. I'll see you all later. I'm sorry that today is a day of pain, for some. *licks*
Dream Well
