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this... Disturbing.. Yes. .
Mar. 28th, 2003 05:16 pmI'm in a house, out in the country, in Virginia, and i'm there with my family. It's a shifting mixture of my family. Sometimes my mother, father, and sisters, sometimes my grandparents, sometimes my wife and children. Twins, like i always knew i'd have. My wife's brother is outside, and it's about to start storming... There is a tornado of words, and grit-sharp ice, in the middle of a hot, humid summer, and there is lightning in the sky. It's blue-black dark. Clouded... My brother-in-law is out, by a shed, and he's chopping up a body. It's the body of my dead grandfather. I tell my wife and my parents that i have to go take care of this, as it's my grand father. I tell my wife to go find the kids, cause they're playing outside, and i don't want them to get hurt.
There is someone dancing on the hearth, and he's like an evil Santa Claus. He keeps lifting up the front centre hearth stone, and there's a name chiseled into it. The storm rages, and he's dancing and taunting.
My children are out in the field, and the storm isn't really touching them. There is a circular patch of flattened tall-grass, around them, and they are dancing.
I'm out at the shed with my brother-in-law, and i'm slowly dragging an axe down the veins in my grandfather's forearms. My brother-in-law has decided to try to hack the body up. As he raises his axe, there is a flash of lightning, and the axe is, at the same time, in his back and in his face, handle pointing toward the floor, either way.
My children Are the Storm. They disperse into the storm/gather the storm to themselves.
I'm running back into the house. I collapse, sitting down, with my back to the door. Everyone is asking me what's going on, and where the children are, and where my brother-in-law is. I tell them that he's dead, and that the children are gone. I'm sitting there, crying, and my wife is, too.
I'm in an apartment, that used to be my apartment, but we're in New Orleans. There are these two guys, there, and they're Freddy and Warbaby, from Virtual Light. I'm trying to Kill them, and i've set them up, but i also realise that i love this apartment. So, when the explosive comes in, and i'm supposed to jump out of the window, i, instead, yell "Look out," and toss it into the hall way. There's an explosion, and my bosses are pissed. I get Freddy and Warbaby, who look like Brute and Glob, only more cyberpunk, to eat a lot of candy, and drink a lot of booze, until they're really toasted. Then i make friends, and start talking about hom much i love this place. It's the top room in the Douglas House.
Something about washer and dryer connections. People from school. I wake up
And that was my dream from last night. New computer, very soon. Nice one too. Thank you mom.
I'm out, kids. Later.
{P.S. 5.37: Voltaire - [God Thinks]--- A virtual cookie to anyone who can name all of the literary sources, other than the one mentioned, that helped spawn that dream. No cheating Mech...}
There is someone dancing on the hearth, and he's like an evil Santa Claus. He keeps lifting up the front centre hearth stone, and there's a name chiseled into it. The storm rages, and he's dancing and taunting.
My children are out in the field, and the storm isn't really touching them. There is a circular patch of flattened tall-grass, around them, and they are dancing.
I'm out at the shed with my brother-in-law, and i'm slowly dragging an axe down the veins in my grandfather's forearms. My brother-in-law has decided to try to hack the body up. As he raises his axe, there is a flash of lightning, and the axe is, at the same time, in his back and in his face, handle pointing toward the floor, either way.
My children Are the Storm. They disperse into the storm/gather the storm to themselves.
I'm running back into the house. I collapse, sitting down, with my back to the door. Everyone is asking me what's going on, and where the children are, and where my brother-in-law is. I tell them that he's dead, and that the children are gone. I'm sitting there, crying, and my wife is, too.
I'm in an apartment, that used to be my apartment, but we're in New Orleans. There are these two guys, there, and they're Freddy and Warbaby, from Virtual Light. I'm trying to Kill them, and i've set them up, but i also realise that i love this apartment. So, when the explosive comes in, and i'm supposed to jump out of the window, i, instead, yell "Look out," and toss it into the hall way. There's an explosion, and my bosses are pissed. I get Freddy and Warbaby, who look like Brute and Glob, only more cyberpunk, to eat a lot of candy, and drink a lot of booze, until they're really toasted. Then i make friends, and start talking about hom much i love this place. It's the top room in the Douglas House.
Something about washer and dryer connections. People from school. I wake up
And that was my dream from last night. New computer, very soon. Nice one too. Thank you mom.
I'm out, kids. Later.
{P.S. 5.37: Voltaire - [God Thinks]--- A virtual cookie to anyone who can name all of the literary sources, other than the one mentioned, that helped spawn that dream. No cheating Mech...}
