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May. 30th, 2003
Slow divisions of hope
May. 30th, 2003 01:57 amI keep flipping, back and forth, from the various journal sites, to my email, waiting for something new, in either one. Maybe, like me, people just don't have anything to say...
oh look. Bulk mail...
Whisper-empty. Cold.. Lonely, here...
Dream Well
oh look. Bulk mail...
Whisper-empty. Cold.. Lonely, here...
Dream Well
liar liar pants on fire
May. 30th, 2003 03:02 amSo i notice the times at which i and others post. As it relates to what has been said. Or, simply, in general.
Apophenia is something made up by people who were scared of synchronicity.
Synchronicity is something made up by people who are scared of randomness.
Words are things people make up.
I'm making you up, right now...
[Deleted] ^_^ heheh
And Vice-Versa...
Apophenia is something made up by people who were scared of synchronicity.
Synchronicity is something made up by people who are scared of randomness.
Words are things people make up.
I'm making you up, right now...
[Deleted] ^_^ heheh
And Vice-Versa...
Last night...
May. 30th, 2003 02:08 pmBecause i dreamed in Patterns last night
i was, for a while, watching the flow and patterning of... Everything. People weren't People, they were streams of data and will, collected and pooled around and through themselves... And i was this, too, but i could control it, if i tried... Then there was a huge Chunk that i didn't want to wake from, because... i felt Not alone. I controlled the patterns, only once, to see how the flow looked, when i changed it...
Then there was another dream, that i don't remember too well. I do remember, though, that it took place in Damien (from Pattern Recognition)'s flat in London, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel was there. There were other people, in and out of it, but we were upstairs, drinking tea or coffee...
The Cure - [Just Like Heaven]--- So, The last bit, i felt, was linked back to the dream from Yesterday night, which was about me, being in a Counter Strike style situation, in this place that was the Library at GSU and the office from Office Space, fighting against random people, and some members of my family. I accendentally shot them all, with a gattling gun, but they were fine, and then we discussed terms and negotiations. (Smashing Pumkins - [1979]). This was after i got people on Their team to show me how to properly insert the clip into an uzi, the ammo belt into the gattling gun-- much the chagrin of one of the guys there, who stood there, dumbfounded, the entire time-- and mowed them all down. That was certainly interesting... The dream from last night, with me andmech_angel in the upstairs bedroom, there, took place soon after that...
Chimaira - [Sphere]--- The night before that, we were in an office building, and then we were in a school bus that was Still an office building, and we were going on a camping trip, and the Red Almighty Tallest was there, and Zim, and there were people on the bus, and people walking through the river, on either side of the bus. The Bus was driving down the middle of a river. At one point, some of us break off to go find a bridge, and the buss keeps going, under the bridge we find, which is on the same level as the bus. Someone asks about Cthulhu, and i point down-river, toward the rapids. This dream flowed into the WarGames one...
Oingo Boingo - [Where Do All My Friends Go]--- It's odd... My dream life... cause i know exactly why i dreamed the patterns... Something to work on, i guess....
i was, for a while, watching the flow and patterning of... Everything. People weren't People, they were streams of data and will, collected and pooled around and through themselves... And i was this, too, but i could control it, if i tried... Then there was a huge Chunk that i didn't want to wake from, because... i felt Not alone. I controlled the patterns, only once, to see how the flow looked, when i changed it...
Then there was another dream, that i don't remember too well. I do remember, though, that it took place in Damien (from Pattern Recognition)'s flat in London, and
mech_angel was there. There were other people, in and out of it, but we were upstairs, drinking tea or coffee... The Cure - [Just Like Heaven]--- So, The last bit, i felt, was linked back to the dream from Yesterday night, which was about me, being in a Counter Strike style situation, in this place that was the Library at GSU and the office from Office Space, fighting against random people, and some members of my family. I accendentally shot them all, with a gattling gun, but they were fine, and then we discussed terms and negotiations. (Smashing Pumkins - [1979]). This was after i got people on Their team to show me how to properly insert the clip into an uzi, the ammo belt into the gattling gun-- much the chagrin of one of the guys there, who stood there, dumbfounded, the entire time-- and mowed them all down. That was certainly interesting... The dream from last night, with me and
mech_angel in the upstairs bedroom, there, took place soon after that...Chimaira - [Sphere]--- The night before that, we were in an office building, and then we were in a school bus that was Still an office building, and we were going on a camping trip, and the Red Almighty Tallest was there, and Zim, and there were people on the bus, and people walking through the river, on either side of the bus. The Bus was driving down the middle of a river. At one point, some of us break off to go find a bridge, and the buss keeps going, under the bridge we find, which is on the same level as the bus. Someone asks about Cthulhu, and i point down-river, toward the rapids. This dream flowed into the WarGames one...
Oingo Boingo - [Where Do All My Friends Go]--- It's odd... My dream life... cause i know exactly why i dreamed the patterns... Something to work on, i guess....