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I'm bored and lonely, and it's the day after classes. I've had a rough day of classes, that are kind of like being in public high school, again, only i'm more in control, and working With my teachers, rather than for them. The material on which i'm working is starting to piss me off, and i decide that i need to leave. I need to go clear my head somewhere. The school is dark, all the time, and there are Hallowe'enish colours and feelings, around. I start to worry that i may have missed a test, and can't find my syllabus to check. I need to go to the bookstore, ayway.
I'm in Philadelphia. I just got off a bus, in a bus ride that took me only two hours, from Atlanta to Phily, and i'm walking into an esoteric/occult bookstore that's on a corner, where a Chili's used to be. This section is also merged with a bridge/overpass, in Phily, that leads onto some university campus. I walk in, and i have a look around. [While this is happening, i'm also at school, doing schoolwork, looking through my syllabus.] I look around, on the shelves, and everyone who works there knows me, somehow. They see me, and get this surprised look on their faces, as if they never expected to really see me, in person. I keep looking on the shelves. I find a book entitled "666: The Points around the Centre," with the numbers 666 printed large, over a septagram. It's by Aleister Crowley. I pick it up, and keep looking. I find another book, having to do with something important about quanta, Christhood, and Subtle, personal power. I walk behind the counter, and say to the girl there, "Is she here?" She replies, "Yeah, but she's on her break, or in a meeting, I think." I tell her i'll wait. I wander around, looking at the shelves, again, and i can see the back room, which is like a warehouse, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel comes walking through the hall, from the back. She sees me, and stops, and stares at me. We move toward each other, and hug and kiss, and she says "What are you doing here?" "I needed to get out of town, for a while," I say. "It was getting on my nerves" "How did you get here so fast?" "Took the bus. Only took about 2 hours." We talk and walk around, enjoying each other's company. She has to go back to work, i know, but i'll still be around. I can stay in town until 7, that night, before i have to go back to the bus station. I turn my head and i see momentai, through the store window. He asks me what i'm doing there, and i show him the book, and the store, and who i'm with, because those explain it. He nods, and goes back to his military school.
I'm walking down some street, near some theater, and the street itself is a stage. I see an alley, that leads to said theater, and i go inside. Inside there's some filming going on, but it's also a class lecture hall, and i see a bunch of people i know, and i go up to the top row of the stadium seating, and i talk to Erin, whom i'd not seen in a while. We talk, and the filming is like the infomercial, from "Requiem for a Dream," with the same dark undertone, but it's not important. I continue talking to Eirn, and a bunch of other people go into the other room, and there are four of us, left in the main stage. Erin starts coming on to me, and i refuse her, and we sit there and talk. I start tickling her, and i end up biting someone's stomach. I hear a yelp, from the other studio, and when people come back in, someone's muttering about her stomach feeling like someone bit her. I show her the lid to her soda, say i must have accidentally brushed it with my thumbnail, or middle fingernail. This seems to explain everything. I wake up
The phone woke me up, one of the fist times, today. The house phone, that was near my bed. When i answered it, saying a groggy "hello," all i got was an androgynous, but mostly female, computer-generated voice saying "We're sorry." Then it hung up. No, i did not dream this. I went back to sleep, and had more dreams, i think, but i don't remember them. That is all, for now, i think, as i need to go shower, and prepare for work.
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Later, all.
I'm in Philadelphia. I just got off a bus, in a bus ride that took me only two hours, from Atlanta to Phily, and i'm walking into an esoteric/occult bookstore that's on a corner, where a Chili's used to be. This section is also merged with a bridge/overpass, in Phily, that leads onto some university campus. I walk in, and i have a look around. [While this is happening, i'm also at school, doing schoolwork, looking through my syllabus.] I look around, on the shelves, and everyone who works there knows me, somehow. They see me, and get this surprised look on their faces, as if they never expected to really see me, in person. I keep looking on the shelves. I find a book entitled "666: The Points around the Centre," with the numbers 666 printed large, over a septagram. It's by Aleister Crowley. I pick it up, and keep looking. I find another book, having to do with something important about quanta, Christhood, and Subtle, personal power. I walk behind the counter, and say to the girl there, "Is she here?" She replies, "Yeah, but she's on her break, or in a meeting, I think." I tell her i'll wait. I wander around, looking at the shelves, again, and i can see the back room, which is like a warehouse, and
mech_angel comes walking through the hall, from the back. She sees me, and stops, and stares at me. We move toward each other, and hug and kiss, and she says "What are you doing here?" "I needed to get out of town, for a while," I say. "It was getting on my nerves" "How did you get here so fast?" "Took the bus. Only took about 2 hours." We talk and walk around, enjoying each other's company. She has to go back to work, i know, but i'll still be around. I can stay in town until 7, that night, before i have to go back to the bus station. I turn my head and i see momentai, through the store window. He asks me what i'm doing there, and i show him the book, and the store, and who i'm with, because those explain it. He nods, and goes back to his military school.I'm walking down some street, near some theater, and the street itself is a stage. I see an alley, that leads to said theater, and i go inside. Inside there's some filming going on, but it's also a class lecture hall, and i see a bunch of people i know, and i go up to the top row of the stadium seating, and i talk to Erin, whom i'd not seen in a while. We talk, and the filming is like the infomercial, from "Requiem for a Dream," with the same dark undertone, but it's not important. I continue talking to Eirn, and a bunch of other people go into the other room, and there are four of us, left in the main stage. Erin starts coming on to me, and i refuse her, and we sit there and talk. I start tickling her, and i end up biting someone's stomach. I hear a yelp, from the other studio, and when people come back in, someone's muttering about her stomach feeling like someone bit her. I show her the lid to her soda, say i must have accidentally brushed it with my thumbnail, or middle fingernail. This seems to explain everything. I wake up
The phone woke me up, one of the fist times, today. The house phone, that was near my bed. When i answered it, saying a groggy "hello," all i got was an androgynous, but mostly female, computer-generated voice saying "We're sorry." Then it hung up. No, i did not dream this. I went back to sleep, and had more dreams, i think, but i don't remember them. That is all, for now, i think, as i need to go shower, and prepare for work.
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mech_angel.Later, all.
