"Why i ---- weekends" pt. II

Tricky - [Black Steel]--- So today was... interesting, certainly. I didn't really get to talk to anyone, online, and when i tried people always seemed very distant, and consumed. So whatever, right? Reading Threshold, again, slowly, because i'm also doing work for my dad, which involves a lot of technical jargon, and speaking of that, i spent the majority of the evening Doing that, or a variant, thereof. (Tricky - [Hell Is Round The Corner]). It was reading a contract proposal for some branch/contractor for his job, and the subsequent replies there-to, looking for holes, and incongruities. Sorry about the redundancy, i'm tired, but it stays.

I also helped my dad, sisters, and step-mom sand their stairs, and stain them, again. That got a thin- glue-like coating of polyurethane paint, on my hands. It's still there, and sticky. Then i did that reading. Then i got a Slurpee. Damn i love 7-11.

The other things i said i would do for you, today, included the dreams, from last night, so here goes. It's going to be a little jumbled, cause the phone and the family kept waking me up. (Tricky - [Pumpkin]).:

I'm being chased/harrassed by government Agents, about some Esoteric and Occulted piece of Technology, with a capital T. I'm running, from the, with Strixus, and i'm running through some transit system's train. The train looks like the train from Lain, MARTA, and METRO. I'm running through the train, the station, and up and down stairs, with various people i know, trying to get away from these agents.

Fuzzy transition.

I'm in my apartment building, which is also my great-grandmother's (My father's grand mother) house, in rural Virginia, and it's somewhere in New Orleans, it's also my grandmother's (father's mother) house, in NE D.C. I'm supposed to be going out to Waffle House, with Laura, and this guy who is the combination of what i imagine Deacon Silvey, from Threshold and P. Exeter Blue I, to be. He is also a young, un-ceremonious anthropomorphic personification of Darkness. The transition point between here and there is inside of the apartment, which is also wher eit was decided where we are going. We are taking D's car, and i have to go through Luke's truck, and Rob's truck, to find stuff i need. Luke's truck has my cigarettes, and rob's truck has my boots. There is the impression of flat Everglades-like areas, when i go in the trucks. My grandmother si watching, from the house, as i search, angrily, through the trucks, for my smokes. As i do this, i rant about my grandmother watching me, this whole time, and D and Laura say something about how she worries, and like to make sure that things go my way. I scowl at this, still angry about other things, as well. I know that the agents can't get me, here, but it pisses me off that they were even Trying. I'm generally Pissed Off, and i find my smokes, and hold them high, trimuphantly. I am listening to Jack off Jill, and Deadsy, singing togther, on a CD i made, and i tell D and Laura to put it in. D's car has two steering wheels: one for each side. He's sitting on the right, and Laura, on the left. When he reaches, behind him, for the CD, Laura drives, and that isn't "right." It would be better if D drove. She pulls out, nervously, into the street, and the late afternoon sun. We drive to Waffle House, and the people we're supposed to meet. I wake up

Tricky - [Suffocated Love]--- I don't remember exactly who i was supposed to meet, only an impression and a feeling, but i know that it was Really Pissing Me Off that i was being delayed, from doing so.

And with that, i bid thee good night, sweet gentles, good night.

Dream Well

Woke up with "Fountain of Miracles", by PIG, stuck in my head...

Björk - [Like Someone In Love]--- I woke up with an image/idea/thing, in my head, this morning, of feeling something for someone, in such a way that it was a part of the smallest core of your being, and large enough to encompass your enitre universe. Felt good. (Björk - [Big Time Sensuality]). Felt really good. Anyway, The Dreams were very convoluted, and, as i woke up, the concepts and imagery tried to revert to a completely subconscious state. I didn't let them. (Björk - [One Day]).

Continuation of last night's festivities, driving to meet people, and we make a pit stop at Rocky Mountain Pizza Kitchen, or, rather, an area of uninhabited swamp that Is RMPK. It's also a deserted chunk of downtown Atlanta. The triangular corner on which it sits being at once a stand of trees, and a burnt out corner, and it's actual building. We move on, and a lot of things/people start trying to break down in to strings of DNA that can talk, or other molecular patterns. Not unravelling, simply becoming more basically Displayed. Luke's in the car, and someone else is driving, and i'm in the backseat, watching all of this happen. More travelling. I still have somewhere i want to be.

I'm hanging out with my dad, and the agents that were chasing me know better, now, and i'm helping him with online stuffs, and we're trying to find a way to make online communication more Meaningful, in the communicative sense. We're working in the shell that was RMPK, and it's someone's house, and it's an apartment about which i've dreamed, before. I'm using all of these different Instant messaging programs, so my dad sets me up with Trillian. And then, when trillian doesn't work as well, something about the names lists dot re-sizing properly, and that being essential to our operations, he goes, and he puts the individual systems, back on. I ask if he's going to re-install IE, and he says "Nah," so he goes seaching for browser that more fits my computer's personality.

I'm in my apartment, and there are people there, who should and shouldn't be. One of those who shouldn't looks like Sadie, from Threshold but has the personality of someone i know, and of Dallas, from the movie "Thrusday" Very agressive, and demanding, but trying to play coy-like at the same time. It's annoying and disgusting, especially because she wants to have sex, and she's already mostly naked. She's standing in my bathroom, while i'm in there, brushing my teeth, propositioning me for sex. I bite her finger. The phone rings. I halfe wake up

Phone conversation. I half fall back to sleep.

I'm thinking about people i know. I have the Encompassing/Encompassed felling/thought/thing. I revel in it. I wake up

Björk - [Violently Happy]--- Except for the part with the annoying girl trying to have sex with me, pretty ok dreams. Felt like i was being dragged on a humid, hot road trip, across the Dreaming, but so what? It was pretty cool, and i got to my eventual destination. So it's all good.

Björk - [Anchor Song]--- I had a really good time with my dad, last night, and i talked with him about the AI, thing. And he entertained the idea, and thought of ways for it to be true, and reasons it could be untrue. I sent him the info i had, on it. He said he'd look into it. It's always cool talking with my dad about stuff like that.
Now i'm off to shower.

----,

Me

Later :)