Damned things...

Dreams, last night:

Something about driving places, while someone teaches me how to drive a stickshift. I want to drive, but there are condiment packets on the floor, specifically duck sauce and soy sauce, and they're in the way of the pedals. We move them and keep driving.

Something about the West Wing, here, and the driving.

I'm in the X-Men, and all of us are in the Danger Room, which is also an actual mission, as we are being infiltrated by shape-shifting agents. We make Rogue fly up to the ceiling, and shapeshift claws, to cut through. When she's done that, the whole place starts coming down, and Sabertooth falls through the hole and gets severely injured. We end up taking care of him.

We're in a house that feels like home, like it's safe, but Trying to feel safe. Sabertooth is there, on the couch, and injured, and I'm trying to tell him that I've always respected him, and the whole thing feels like a frames formatted weblog, with white and blue, for colours, and a hint of beige. Like he's somehow transmitting this to the internet, as we're speaking. He smiles, and we get all goofy-chummy about the whole thing, and he grabs me by the throat, to remind me that we're not friends, and will never Be friends, effectively breaking the mood of camaraderie. Someone comes in and people are hurt, and he smiles, and i can read him thinking/writing "One Slayer Down."

I'm in the living room of the house next door to my great aunt's which is also combined with my great aunt's, on the pull out sofa, and electroncat is coming in with someone whom i don't recognise. They're talking to me, about things, but i can hear and feel that there is something weaving, underneath and that someone is trying to have another conversation with me, in my head. I look over at electroncat and this part feels like it's taking place in space. Motifs like "2001," "Event Horizon," and the "Alien" quadrology. But it's still in the house. The guy is a robot, and stands still as she sits on the sofa-bed, next to me, leans over me, and kisses me.

I'm in the bedroom off to the side of the living room, but it's much, much larger, now. Everything is more open, and wood panelled, and there are delegates of what, on the surface, are they various mafias, of the word. Underneath, i know they're very different, from that, and i'm wondering in whose house i currently reside. I'm talking with someone very old, kind of Pope-like, but more lucid and commanding. Someone stands up and starts shouting, and making a general threat to people, and two jointed, rectangular, snake-like things grow quickly down from the bookcase behind him, raise to his full height (while they're still partially attached to the bookcase), and shoot hit to death, from behind. Everyone is surprised but not Shocked, as if they knew he was going to die, they simply didn't know How. We also get to see the Guards, in the house, in action. They're like a combination of Secret Service, Navy Seals, BlackOps security, and Ninja. They have bandoliers of throwing knives, and are espionage trained. Talks resume, but there is an emergency, of some sort, and we have to disperse, for our safety. Time passes.

I'm talking to some delegate, Middle Eastern, and definitely Muslim. He wants me to draw/show him, on my own hand, which is at the moment, his hand, where the Star of David shows up. I show him, but he wants to see it on the right, too, and i have to hide a few points of configuration, to show that one. Then i decide to stop hiding. He wanted me to draw a bloodstone, or a dripping whetstone, on his right wrist, as he didn't like the symbolism of glasses, or a rose. So i start drawing, and the stone is very intricate...

I'm drawing a stone on a sheet of paper, and it's a lovely spring day outside, but i know i can't leave the house. I'm drawing a giant epochal asteroid-- funnel shaped-- the same crystalline configuration as before, crashing into the asteroid in the fore-ground, with the colony on it. I'm drawing this for a while, knowing that i have to get as much detail as possible. reannaremick is trying to get people to go outside. I wake up, briefly

I forced myself back to sleep, and had weird half dreams of remembering that "Gattacca" stood for the human genome sequence, and that seemed really important. Incidentally, earlier I typoed "made" as "bade". Thought that odd. I went back to sleep and kept dreaming....

Thoughts and things on playgrounds and tennis/basketball courts, in the Summer, in DC. Working toward something, and an understanding that all the webs i've drawn together have anchors, in the past. Certain things need updating. Need to have happened.

More something or other about the West Wing, and the positions of power and influence, there.

I hear, in my head, a call telling me/all seraphim to get up, and report in. I start waking up, but roll over and ignore it... Then i feel a buzzing, next to my left thigh, where my phone would be if it were in my pocket, or on vibrate. I know that it is neither of those things. I wake up

I woke up with a start, and started walking toward my door. I stopped, realising that there wasn't really anywhere for me to go, and that that was a secondary part of my job description, and if they needed me That badly, i'd be called again.... I think today's going to be weird...

The impressions of breaking perceptions, and shit, is sticking with me, and there are all kinds of breakthroughs, everywhere.... I want a well-woven fabric. And, by the way, Smith said, in the readings last night, something i've been saying for years: That people are going to choose what they believe, the best we can ask is that they do it consciously.

What i realised, sunday, while working with a certain Spider, to reshape reality: Enders have to know everything about the before. The ones who cut have to understand the Making of the thread and the Weaving of the fabric, because otherwise we won't know where to cut. In the end, we're all enders.

I need a shower. Later kids, be good.

Two of my former Students are Seniors....

Snake River Conspiracy - [You and Your Friend]--- I feel old. Two of my former students are highschool seniors, now. Chronologically, this makes perfect sense. Viscerally, i feel old as hell. They were amazed to see me, when i went, today, as were a lot of people. Prodigal, and all... So many people and former classmates....

There's a new mural, in the foyer to the auditorium, and it has a quote, from Lorraine, that i'd never read, before: "Education is empowerment and, therefore, the success of an educational experience is measured in how empowered the recipient believes he or she is." (The Police - [Don't Stand So Close to Me]). That, and the other quote sums up the Horizons mentality, for me. Many may lament that there aren't enough people willing to work for whatever changes they want, but... The potential is still there.

This next part is for alumni, really; people who were there. Sorry if it excludes.

I saw Toby, and Martha, and Les, and Sally, and Imani, and Allison. The latter being the aforementioned students... (Lisa Loeb - [Stay]). Toby is working for the school, now, and is looking for all alumni to register, on the website. I feel so old...

Valerie's old apartment has been made into a lounge for the boarders, and the kitchen has been moved, in there. There's a teacher's room, for office and classroom supplies, and the like, now, where one of the old classrooms used to be. To do that, they had to tear down one of the walls. (Jack Off Jill - [Horrible]). That wall held the mural, done by me, bakeneko, kitsuchan, and Marjorie... They cut the mural out, framed it, and hung it on the new wall. That's so awesome...

Pain - [Easy Out]--- I'm seriously considering doing some of my teaching, there... I want to make sure kids know... gah... Too many thoughts, in my head. A few new structural things, and hey, class of 2000: The waterfall yet stands. Heh. So fucked up....

I told my sister about it, and told her that, really, the only way she was going to get an idea of the experience would be to experience it. She needs to visit, some day soon, when she has time.

Fiona Apple - [Slow Like Honey]--- Nostalgia is really a horribly wonderful thing... I gotta go...

Later

Today has felt like two days.

Trigun - [Sound Life]--- I just remembered that i had school today. That tonight was not, in fact, Wednesday night.... Shit. I have more reading to do, tonight....

Remember in Dune (shut up), where Jessica tells Paul not to drink the water of life, because it might kill him? And he drank it anyway, learned the secrets of the universe and subsequently became a dick? Well, today, my mother expressed doubt and concern at the idea of my giving up caffeine. "You'll get a headache," she said. "I already Have a headache," i said. Then we talked about the fact that i've had caffeine, since i was in the womb, and for the majority of my life, thereafter. Just one of those things....

i'm going to go read, and work out notes upon, Wilfred Cantwell Smith's final arguements, in his book The Meaning and End of Religion.

I'll talk to you cats and kittens later.

{10.37pm:Placebo - [Pure Morning]--- Oh, and i'm currently drinking a Sprite. >_<

{{10.57pm:MC Paul Barman - [Old Paul]--- It has just occured to me that my father may be trying to kill me.

I say this because my father knew, even though he only ever said anythign once, and i denied it, he knew i smoked... and knew that i used caffeine decrease my smoking urges... so... without caffeine... what then?

What then... Possibly an internal reliance, exercise (exorcise), drive without need... But how many will die, for the cuase, in the interim?}}}