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Good Night. I feel like shit.
Dream Well
Dream Well
Jun. 9th, 2002
Ok, better and worse...
Jun. 9th, 2002 02:12 pmThe dreams were a jumbled series of confrontations, me living in some fucked up representation of my great aunt's basement, and people moving my shite around. And having arguments with friends.
I'm in my great aunt's house's basement, only it's also the house in which i Live, now. My mantel place, in my room is the same, with a few extra things on it. Me, Patrick, my mom, and Jeremy are all talking about how we're going to move stuff around, to fix the ceiling panels. The entire basement is dark-ish, and stone, except for the particle panels, on the ceiling.
i'm at Georgia State, and it's raining. i'm in a set of stairs that reminds me of Quake. Me and Patrick are having an argument about the panels, in the ceiling, in our rooms, and how to fix them. To fix mine and his, they would have to move My stuff off of the mantel, and move my room around. I leave, because i don't want to be in this argument, and i hear something about moving my stuff, anyway. Rob is outside, and it's still raining. With Rgrrob is this blonde girl, and this Brunette with close-cropped hair. It's night, out, and i'm talking to all of them, about various things, and they all go off towards Five Points and Underground, to get food.
It's daylight at State, and i've just gotten out of a Lab. i'm walking by General classrooms, and Five Points. The area is very hilly I'm carrying around one of the cordless phones, from the house, and people are calling me on it. Thing is, i took the phone, from the lab, not the house. There's this girl, and she's sort of following me around. I'm talking on the phone, to Jeremy, trying to figure out where i need to go. A Marta bus comes up, and the girld and I get on it. She is looking at me oddly. I decide that i need to look at the route map, to see where i'm going. While i'm doing that, she dis appears, and i'm sitting there, by myself. From the map, and the fact that we've passed this strange conglomerate of Centennial Olympic Park and Candler Park Marta station, which is nowhere i want to be, i figure out that i need to get off of the bus. So i do. As i get off of the bus, this girl follows off, as well.
She starts walking a bit ahead of me, and then she starts running, then I start running. Eventually, she slows down, and i run past her. She runs to catch up to me, and i slow down. She's walking next to me, and talking. We're talking for some tyme and walking. We both seem to have recognized the street we're on, as the way to Home. We come upon what sounds like a Baptist tent revival, and she starts taking a detour, through some tall grass. Eventually we reach a house, with a barn, and we decide to go into the barn. We're wandering around, in the bard, and she says "When do you think they'll call the cops?" I tell her that i don't know, and that we're just looking around. We start talkinig about school, and music, and various other things. And the entire tyme, she's looking at me out of the corner of her eye, when she thinks i don't see. She's doing things like briflyu pulling her shirt up, or her sweatpants dow, in a manner that seems like nervous habit, but different. We talk about writing, and, for some imperceptible reason, we start hugging, and kissing, and we start looking at some things on the work table. They're the figures and pieces from my mantel. They've been moved, and some of them have been broken, and some are simply Off. She sees my spider Jerusalem figure, and we start talking about how Transmetroplitan and NIN have this deep, symbolic connection, and how Trent Reznor wrote a song about Vita Severn, on one of his lesser known albums. We start making out again and she says "I'll let you know when it looks like they're going to call the cops." Appearantly, my hand goes somewhere she doesn't like, and she tells me not to touch her. So i stop touching her. She stares at me for long moment, and i ask her if i can give her a hug, she says "Yeah, but no kissing for awhile." i say ok, and i give her a hug. I wake up
And those were the majority of the dreams, last night. I'm surprised they managed to stay together, so well, as many tymes as i was woken up this morning. i do feel better-ish. Made some decisions, and some ultimatums, to the universe. Things don't feel quite so precarious, anymore. Shit... this post has taken me two hours to write, because of talking to people. (Hi again, Becky! ^_^). But now i must depart. Have fun today, kids.
Day Dream
I'm in my great aunt's house's basement, only it's also the house in which i Live, now. My mantel place, in my room is the same, with a few extra things on it. Me, Patrick, my mom, and Jeremy are all talking about how we're going to move stuff around, to fix the ceiling panels. The entire basement is dark-ish, and stone, except for the particle panels, on the ceiling.
i'm at Georgia State, and it's raining. i'm in a set of stairs that reminds me of Quake. Me and Patrick are having an argument about the panels, in the ceiling, in our rooms, and how to fix them. To fix mine and his, they would have to move My stuff off of the mantel, and move my room around. I leave, because i don't want to be in this argument, and i hear something about moving my stuff, anyway. Rob is outside, and it's still raining. With Rgrrob is this blonde girl, and this Brunette with close-cropped hair. It's night, out, and i'm talking to all of them, about various things, and they all go off towards Five Points and Underground, to get food.
It's daylight at State, and i've just gotten out of a Lab. i'm walking by General classrooms, and Five Points. The area is very hilly I'm carrying around one of the cordless phones, from the house, and people are calling me on it. Thing is, i took the phone, from the lab, not the house. There's this girl, and she's sort of following me around. I'm talking on the phone, to Jeremy, trying to figure out where i need to go. A Marta bus comes up, and the girld and I get on it. She is looking at me oddly. I decide that i need to look at the route map, to see where i'm going. While i'm doing that, she dis appears, and i'm sitting there, by myself. From the map, and the fact that we've passed this strange conglomerate of Centennial Olympic Park and Candler Park Marta station, which is nowhere i want to be, i figure out that i need to get off of the bus. So i do. As i get off of the bus, this girl follows off, as well.
She starts walking a bit ahead of me, and then she starts running, then I start running. Eventually, she slows down, and i run past her. She runs to catch up to me, and i slow down. She's walking next to me, and talking. We're talking for some tyme and walking. We both seem to have recognized the street we're on, as the way to Home. We come upon what sounds like a Baptist tent revival, and she starts taking a detour, through some tall grass. Eventually we reach a house, with a barn, and we decide to go into the barn. We're wandering around, in the bard, and she says "When do you think they'll call the cops?" I tell her that i don't know, and that we're just looking around. We start talkinig about school, and music, and various other things. And the entire tyme, she's looking at me out of the corner of her eye, when she thinks i don't see. She's doing things like briflyu pulling her shirt up, or her sweatpants dow, in a manner that seems like nervous habit, but different. We talk about writing, and, for some imperceptible reason, we start hugging, and kissing, and we start looking at some things on the work table. They're the figures and pieces from my mantel. They've been moved, and some of them have been broken, and some are simply Off. She sees my spider Jerusalem figure, and we start talking about how Transmetroplitan and NIN have this deep, symbolic connection, and how Trent Reznor wrote a song about Vita Severn, on one of his lesser known albums. We start making out again and she says "I'll let you know when it looks like they're going to call the cops." Appearantly, my hand goes somewhere she doesn't like, and she tells me not to touch her. So i stop touching her. She stares at me for long moment, and i ask her if i can give her a hug, she says "Yeah, but no kissing for awhile." i say ok, and i give her a hug. I wake up
And those were the majority of the dreams, last night. I'm surprised they managed to stay together, so well, as many tymes as i was woken up this morning. i do feel better-ish. Made some decisions, and some ultimatums, to the universe. Things don't feel quite so precarious, anymore. Shit... this post has taken me two hours to write, because of talking to people. (Hi again, Becky! ^_^). But now i must depart. Have fun today, kids.
Day Dream