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Forbidding Dreams and a few Welcomes.
Jan. 2nd, 2005 10:36 amThe Cramps - [What's Inside A Girl]--- I'm looking for someone and something-- secrets of the universe and God, or the like-- and being hunted down by vampires who find and threaten, and cajole, in the library of a dream-space ivy-league school, of which i've dreamed before. They try to get me and the other person with whom i search, to give it up, and move on, threatening our mortality. (Rasputina - [My Orphanage]). I start talking to one, and i remember and recognise him, from somewhere. I can convince him that this is a bad idea, and he starts to hear me, and they all let us go, having been only a test.
I'm in a section of my job that i don't recognise, and it's perpetual dark, there. There are sections of the mall that are not Lenox mall, and i realise where i am. I start talking to someone, in the halls, after buying an important CD. (The Dresden Dolls - [Good Day ( Live)]). It's a CD of songs about people who've been badasses, in stories, done in styles of music that no one has heard, but everyone recognises. I get back to the store, and the gate is pulled, and locked, and everything is dark, inside. I go in, and people start asking me why i'm there, and what i'm doing. I have a shouting match with one of my co-workers, and i realise that there are still many things i need to do, in the world. I play the CD, and people start trying not to hear it, yelling at me to shut it off, but it won't. It's stuck in the CD player, and the thing won't stop or open its lid, to give me the CD. I'm supposed to be waiting for Sam, all this time, and he shows up, in front of the gate, wondering where I am. I see him, and know i'll have to go, but I see, in the bathroom, that there are things and evidences that need to be given, to the world.
There is more searching for god, and i can see a scene of these two hugely muscled guys, one of whom is the Rock, and it seems like they're falling in love. (Deadsy - [Mansion World]). The one who looks like the Rock was last seen in the parking deck, below the store, getting into it, through the bathroom exit. Now he's in the park, with this guy, having extremely rough gay sex, and he remarks to the other guy, who genuinely loves the one who looks like the Rock, "Wow... this is amazing, it's almost like Real sex." His lover, a blonde, heavily muscled gentleman, stops, hurt, and inquires what he means by "Real sex?" The one who looks like the Rock starts trying to explain about how he hadn't ever been in a homosexual relationship, and that by "real" he had meant sex, for him, with women. They get into an argument, and the camera pulls over and fades back.
I'm driving, with someone, and occasionally that someone is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel, and when she's not her, i'm not me, and we are looking at something happening, on a screen, having the story told to Us, directly. (Kovenant - [Towards The Crown Of Nights]). The people in the story, who are sometimes us, have found evidences for the existene of God, and that she's a horrible equivaltent of an Eight year-old girl, and malevolent. But there are ways to fix it, and the people in the story are racing toward fixing that, and there is someone, in the back seat, with them. A little sidekick of a guy, somewhere between their child, and the Plucky Kid™ they picked up, along the way. The whole thing has a Noir/Indiana Jones-style feel to it. Possibly it's the fedora's they're all wearing. As we watch, a chorus starts, and they're singing about how they never got to where they were going, which meant that either Detective Jones was dead, or he had decided not to turn the evidence in, and disappeard to another country. The latter option, sang the Chorus, was ridiculous, and Jones would want people to be informed, no matter what it meant, because he felt people had a right to know. (OhGr - [Cracker]). They went on to sing that, since neither of these things had happened, as Everyone would have known, if Jones was dead, the entire group, in the car, had simply disappeared. At this point, on the screen, we can see the two in the front, and the Plucky Kid™, start turning into Super Deformed, weirdly shaped Ginger Bread People, and they get more and more deformed, as they shrink into themselves, and wink out of existence. The Chorus swells: "They! Dis! Ahhhhh! Pearrrrred!" The camera pans upward, into the clouds, of an otherwise sunny day.
Jack Off Jill - [Swollen]--- Above the clouds, on ice floes and icebergs, we see the malevolent child-goddess, laughing. Behind her strolls an older goddess, looking an awful lot like Maleficent, who says, in response to the chorus, "That's right. Because I'm Mom/Mother, Damn it, and Nobody messes with my little girl." Said little girl giggles, and says "Thanks mommy." The next thing We see is some sort of tall tentacled thing, where they were standing, on the ice floes, screeching to the sky, when a submarine comes along and crashes into the floe, throwing the creature into the ocean above the clouds. (Franz Ferdinand - [Auf Achse]). Inside the submarine, Mother and her Little Girl laugh, giggling, at this. I wake up
That's what i remember of what i dreamed, last night. They were a bit... worrisome, really.
Moxy Früvous - [The Norbals!]--- Anyway, i'm also here to welcome new people:pinkyfi, nausved, and ikkin_of_avalon, welcome to the insanity. :) (Yellow Machinegun - [Speak English or Die]). Enjoy your time, here, and i hope that we can all find what we're looking for.
In other horrible news, however: This is fucking disgusting. Yeah. (Rasputina - [Hunter's Kiss]). In the words of a favourite horse: "Nosir. I don't like it."
Finally, for now, i'd like to respond to an opinion voiced by one, but perhaps felt by many: If you think that i've been kind of choppy, a little unclear, a mite too referential, without noting my referents, then i must ask that you Bear With Me. The references are, themselves, what caused me to say whatever it was. There may or may not be an instigating force, beyond that. Trains of thought arise, in my head, and, were i to sit and detail each one, for you, we'd be here for hours. And many of you don't read the long ones, as it is. (Peter Gabriel - [Signal To Noise]). Yes, dearheart, my ratio may be a bit off, but there is a reason, for that. As i said, the things that i'm referencing, or seeming to reference aren't really the key. The keys are the thoughts they make you think, and damn it, if you want more, you can always ask. The larger stuff... needs to hang together, yes, but also needs to evoke.
When i say things like "It's moving faster, now," that's exactly what i mean. I'm not talking about anything more specific than time, the universe, Tao, the race toward the apocalypse, God's jiggety-jig. I'm talking about Everything. Due to this "everything," "moving faster," as i've decided to put it (time slipping forward, changes and evolutions happening more rapidly), I'm portraying what i glean, what i think, and what i find important, as succinctly as i can, so that it will evoke images, thoughts, wonderings, in you. So that it sparks something. I've noticed a kind of Blinking-In-The-Sunlight quality, to what a lot of people are seeing, and experiencing, recently, and that's ok; it's pretty damed amazing, and takes some getting used to. But this needs to happen more rapidly.
I'm not some happy hippy, love-and-light type. I think that path is too closed-minded. But i am of the type who believes that more freedom, and more understanding, true, deep understanding, are better for everyone. Certain modes, in the world, seem to be deying that, and it may not even be the majority, any more. (Liane & The Boheme Bar Trio - [Das Ist Berlin]). But it is moving faster than we are, in many respects. I want to change that, if you'll help. But, in the doing, bear with me, if evocation seems more important, right now, than elaboration.
That will likely change, and eventually balance.
House of Pain - [Top O' The Morning To Ya]--- I'm off for breakfast. Talk to you all soon.
I'm in a section of my job that i don't recognise, and it's perpetual dark, there. There are sections of the mall that are not Lenox mall, and i realise where i am. I start talking to someone, in the halls, after buying an important CD. (The Dresden Dolls - [Good Day ( Live)]). It's a CD of songs about people who've been badasses, in stories, done in styles of music that no one has heard, but everyone recognises. I get back to the store, and the gate is pulled, and locked, and everything is dark, inside. I go in, and people start asking me why i'm there, and what i'm doing. I have a shouting match with one of my co-workers, and i realise that there are still many things i need to do, in the world. I play the CD, and people start trying not to hear it, yelling at me to shut it off, but it won't. It's stuck in the CD player, and the thing won't stop or open its lid, to give me the CD. I'm supposed to be waiting for Sam, all this time, and he shows up, in front of the gate, wondering where I am. I see him, and know i'll have to go, but I see, in the bathroom, that there are things and evidences that need to be given, to the world.
There is more searching for god, and i can see a scene of these two hugely muscled guys, one of whom is the Rock, and it seems like they're falling in love. (Deadsy - [Mansion World]). The one who looks like the Rock was last seen in the parking deck, below the store, getting into it, through the bathroom exit. Now he's in the park, with this guy, having extremely rough gay sex, and he remarks to the other guy, who genuinely loves the one who looks like the Rock, "Wow... this is amazing, it's almost like Real sex." His lover, a blonde, heavily muscled gentleman, stops, hurt, and inquires what he means by "Real sex?" The one who looks like the Rock starts trying to explain about how he hadn't ever been in a homosexual relationship, and that by "real" he had meant sex, for him, with women. They get into an argument, and the camera pulls over and fades back.
I'm driving, with someone, and occasionally that someone is
mech_angel, and when she's not her, i'm not me, and we are looking at something happening, on a screen, having the story told to Us, directly. (Kovenant - [Towards The Crown Of Nights]). The people in the story, who are sometimes us, have found evidences for the existene of God, and that she's a horrible equivaltent of an Eight year-old girl, and malevolent. But there are ways to fix it, and the people in the story are racing toward fixing that, and there is someone, in the back seat, with them. A little sidekick of a guy, somewhere between their child, and the Plucky Kid™ they picked up, along the way. The whole thing has a Noir/Indiana Jones-style feel to it. Possibly it's the fedora's they're all wearing. As we watch, a chorus starts, and they're singing about how they never got to where they were going, which meant that either Detective Jones was dead, or he had decided not to turn the evidence in, and disappeard to another country. The latter option, sang the Chorus, was ridiculous, and Jones would want people to be informed, no matter what it meant, because he felt people had a right to know. (OhGr - [Cracker]). They went on to sing that, since neither of these things had happened, as Everyone would have known, if Jones was dead, the entire group, in the car, had simply disappeared. At this point, on the screen, we can see the two in the front, and the Plucky Kid™, start turning into Super Deformed, weirdly shaped Ginger Bread People, and they get more and more deformed, as they shrink into themselves, and wink out of existence. The Chorus swells: "They! Dis! Ahhhhh! Pearrrrred!" The camera pans upward, into the clouds, of an otherwise sunny day.Jack Off Jill - [Swollen]--- Above the clouds, on ice floes and icebergs, we see the malevolent child-goddess, laughing. Behind her strolls an older goddess, looking an awful lot like Maleficent, who says, in response to the chorus, "That's right. Because I'm Mom/Mother, Damn it, and Nobody messes with my little girl." Said little girl giggles, and says "Thanks mommy." The next thing We see is some sort of tall tentacled thing, where they were standing, on the ice floes, screeching to the sky, when a submarine comes along and crashes into the floe, throwing the creature into the ocean above the clouds. (Franz Ferdinand - [Auf Achse]). Inside the submarine, Mother and her Little Girl laugh, giggling, at this. I wake up
That's what i remember of what i dreamed, last night. They were a bit... worrisome, really.
Moxy Früvous - [The Norbals!]--- Anyway, i'm also here to welcome new people:
pinkyfi, nausved, and ikkin_of_avalon, welcome to the insanity. :) (Yellow Machinegun - [Speak English or Die]). Enjoy your time, here, and i hope that we can all find what we're looking for.In other horrible news, however: This is fucking disgusting. Yeah. (Rasputina - [Hunter's Kiss]). In the words of a favourite horse: "Nosir. I don't like it."
Finally, for now, i'd like to respond to an opinion voiced by one, but perhaps felt by many: If you think that i've been kind of choppy, a little unclear, a mite too referential, without noting my referents, then i must ask that you Bear With Me. The references are, themselves, what caused me to say whatever it was. There may or may not be an instigating force, beyond that. Trains of thought arise, in my head, and, were i to sit and detail each one, for you, we'd be here for hours. And many of you don't read the long ones, as it is. (Peter Gabriel - [Signal To Noise]). Yes, dearheart, my ratio may be a bit off, but there is a reason, for that. As i said, the things that i'm referencing, or seeming to reference aren't really the key. The keys are the thoughts they make you think, and damn it, if you want more, you can always ask. The larger stuff... needs to hang together, yes, but also needs to evoke.
When i say things like "It's moving faster, now," that's exactly what i mean. I'm not talking about anything more specific than time, the universe, Tao, the race toward the apocalypse, God's jiggety-jig. I'm talking about Everything. Due to this "everything," "moving faster," as i've decided to put it (time slipping forward, changes and evolutions happening more rapidly), I'm portraying what i glean, what i think, and what i find important, as succinctly as i can, so that it will evoke images, thoughts, wonderings, in you. So that it sparks something. I've noticed a kind of Blinking-In-The-Sunlight quality, to what a lot of people are seeing, and experiencing, recently, and that's ok; it's pretty damed amazing, and takes some getting used to. But this needs to happen more rapidly.
I'm not some happy hippy, love-and-light type. I think that path is too closed-minded. But i am of the type who believes that more freedom, and more understanding, true, deep understanding, are better for everyone. Certain modes, in the world, seem to be deying that, and it may not even be the majority, any more. (Liane & The Boheme Bar Trio - [Das Ist Berlin]). But it is moving faster than we are, in many respects. I want to change that, if you'll help. But, in the doing, bear with me, if evocation seems more important, right now, than elaboration.
That will likely change, and eventually balance.
House of Pain - [Top O' The Morning To Ya]--- I'm off for breakfast. Talk to you all soon.
