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I'm in New York, wandering the city with Armitage. There are a bunch of different locations, and scenes. We go into bookstores, and parks.
I'm online, talking to Roman Dirge, like back in the day, before he got all insanely busy. He's got a new screen name, and we're talking about random Shite.
I'm in a space ship, that kind of looks like the Sinot, from "Earth: Final Conflict," but it's an Irkan armada ship. Thee are all kinds of invaders and destroyers around, and the Almighty Tallest are talking to me. Were discussing tactics, and plans, and Zim comes in, and walks into a Voot Cruiser. He calls it something else, and starts grumbling and being sarcastic about how the Tallest called it "the finest Irkan Technology." The ship is beat to hell and gone.
A brief flash of my great-aunt's house.
I'm in an Aztec temple, which is also the Irkan Ship. I'm sitting on some steps, with my dad, and below us is a drop, onto subway tracks. We're talking about what i'm going to do with my life, and what needs to happen, with my school stuff, and where i'm going to live. As he's talking, a train made of words goes speeding by. He's talking about how i need to make sure that people know what "Art" is, and means. And how it's very important. The brief impression of a picnic. I'm thinking and talking to myself, realising that this can be something, in the vein of "Quality." "What is Art," i ask myself, and then, "What is Love?" I focus on this latter, for a while. I wake up
And those were the majority of my dreams, last night. What i remember, anyway. I've been searching for "The Seduction of Claude Debussy," by The Art of Noise, all damn day. It's so fucking hard to find, and i want it, so much. The music on that album is beautiful, and touching, and just what i need, right now... An ethereal, lively, and real, all at once... Gods that's a great album... i'll wait on buying it, until after my party, just in case anyone already bought it for me, and that's what the universe is trying to tell me. If no one has, the really shouldn't go out of their way to do so. Same with "Coraline." If they aren't bought for me, i'll buy them for myself, and be just as happy. Or summat.
I did buy "The Cat With a Really Big Head (and one other story that isn't as good)," by Roman Dirge, today. And a Rune Chart. Both of which make me very happy... Hrmm.. I smile. I need to find people, and it's kind of difficult to do, when you don't have their phone numbers. Blah. Off to write e-mail. See you all, later.
Day Dreams
I'm online, talking to Roman Dirge, like back in the day, before he got all insanely busy. He's got a new screen name, and we're talking about random Shite.
I'm in a space ship, that kind of looks like the Sinot, from "Earth: Final Conflict," but it's an Irkan armada ship. Thee are all kinds of invaders and destroyers around, and the Almighty Tallest are talking to me. Were discussing tactics, and plans, and Zim comes in, and walks into a Voot Cruiser. He calls it something else, and starts grumbling and being sarcastic about how the Tallest called it "the finest Irkan Technology." The ship is beat to hell and gone.
A brief flash of my great-aunt's house.
I'm in an Aztec temple, which is also the Irkan Ship. I'm sitting on some steps, with my dad, and below us is a drop, onto subway tracks. We're talking about what i'm going to do with my life, and what needs to happen, with my school stuff, and where i'm going to live. As he's talking, a train made of words goes speeding by. He's talking about how i need to make sure that people know what "Art" is, and means. And how it's very important. The brief impression of a picnic. I'm thinking and talking to myself, realising that this can be something, in the vein of "Quality." "What is Art," i ask myself, and then, "What is Love?" I focus on this latter, for a while. I wake up
And those were the majority of my dreams, last night. What i remember, anyway. I've been searching for "The Seduction of Claude Debussy," by The Art of Noise, all damn day. It's so fucking hard to find, and i want it, so much. The music on that album is beautiful, and touching, and just what i need, right now... An ethereal, lively, and real, all at once... Gods that's a great album... i'll wait on buying it, until after my party, just in case anyone already bought it for me, and that's what the universe is trying to tell me. If no one has, the really shouldn't go out of their way to do so. Same with "Coraline." If they aren't bought for me, i'll buy them for myself, and be just as happy. Or summat.
I did buy "The Cat With a Really Big Head (and one other story that isn't as good)," by Roman Dirge, today. And a Rune Chart. Both of which make me very happy... Hrmm.. I smile. I need to find people, and it's kind of difficult to do, when you don't have their phone numbers. Blah. Off to write e-mail. See you all, later.
Day Dreams
