The progression goes a little something like this:

It starts with a couple of people, in a slum section of the City, archetypal. And by a couple, i mean three, or four. Sometimes five, when they're paying attention. Many more, later. They're running from some people, being chased, but not really, being hunted, but not by anyone, because no one really wants to do something that stupid.

Me, beard, and mr_hinzelmann are driving around in a City that is parts of DC, parts of many other places, but mainly DC, for the moment, and we're talking about the people following us, and the things that the universe wants us to do. Things that the "people" following us want us to do, to prove ourselves. We're willing, but not the way they think. Driving, specifically to a gas stating, in the middle of nowhere, which happens to also be next to a couple of comic shops, that have been merged. We need to find something only found at this gas station. Mythic quest vibe.

Impressions of gold, and conversations with gods, Hotels and Offices, taking meetings with very important people, and people who think they're very important. Talks continued, and impressions fade.

The three of us, in the movies, with Al and Victoria, watcing a combination of "The Matrix," "Sin City," and "Kung-Fu Hustle". The theater is ours, still the overlay of searching, working for someone else.

Movie's over, we walk into the living room, proper, which is, at this point, a lobby to the theater, and a living room that i recognise. beard, or mr_hinzelmann, lays down on the couch, and starts getting some sleep, as things have been difficult in the past few.. however long it's been since we were simple thugs. I go out onto the patio, which is going out into the Country Club, at the same time. The older people there, don't like us here, but they learn to fucking deal. We may not be Old Money, but we are Old Power, and the people who run the place love us. beard is sitting at a table, with some really old lady, who keeps trying to hit me with her cane, and is amazed that i'm able to smack it away from me. She keeps talking, to try to distract me, while i order a Milk and Orange juice combination, that i recognise is "Victoria's drink." It's what she was drinking during the movie. Some impression, here, of a tunnel system, that's a temple, and/or a military base, overlayed on the Country Club. I drink two of the Milk/Orange Juice things, which taste a lot like Sprite and Orange Juice, and get up to go. There is apparently some kind og tipping contest, for the staff, written down on a napkin. The goal is to see how much, and for what reasons, people will tip. beard is interested in the girl who's been our server, so he tips her $5000. Other tips are around $2000, or $3000, and beard says "What? I'm not gonna be outmatched." To which i shrug, and smile at the flabbergasted look, on the old woman's face. I walk back to inside.

Inside is the same, but different. It's more personal, more comfortable. More like home. There's a movie playing, and the living room isn't the lobby, any more-- it's the Theater, if you look at it right. I recognise the living room, now. It's the living room of my friend George David Crowley, and his father. They don't live here, anymore, and i've somehow inherited it. With impressions of the car drive, and comics, and the searching, I start to wake up

I rolled over, and went back to sleep, trying to hold on to as many of the details, as i could, and i knew that things were moving faster, with properties being merged. Besides, it was only 9 in the damn morning; i hadn't been asleep for more than 3.5 hours.

There are stacks of books, in sonic-glass cases. They are glass made of sound, and the books are towers, and each tower is a Tower, and they are of Babel, but each stack is also (if you look at it right) only one book high. This is my Library. There are people trying to steal the books, destroy the cases, and destroy some of the books. I'm standing, in plain sight, with mech_angel, directly behind the thieves. They go to break the glass and we think "They shouldn't do that." Impressions of Lucien, the Librarian, impressions of a child, between 11 and 13, blurs and rushes of movement. The scene fades with the realisation that the thieves aren't there, anymore, and people don't fuck with our family. With images of ravens, wolves, wars, and familial homecomings, I wake up

"Propostion Player," "Sin City," "Kung Fu Huslte," and the things going on in my life made that one possible. Settings were somewhat artificial, like a necessary back drop. The actions were sort of metaphors.

I woke up with "Torpedoes," by MDFMK, stuck in my head. As i was writing it moved to "Trickster," by the kidneythieves, and now "I'm Gonna Be a Wheel, Someday," by Fats Domino. What an interesting progression...

I'm going to go put "Ravenous" in my DVD player, and work out, a bit. If you need me, today, i should be.. immanently available.

Today you might decide to handle your finances in a new way, WOLVEN. You could decide to pay off your debt more aggressively. You'll want to be clear of any old financial obligations that are holding you back. Come up with a plan to pay off those school loans, those car payments, or that mortgage. Start a home-based, part-time business to earn some extra cash. Be optimistic and take charge of your money situation today!

Yeah. That probably helped inform the dream, too, as i read it, before i went to bed, and applied not to... Finances. More Situations, over-all.

Coldplay - [The Scientist]--- This would be a wonderful song, with which to end a movie. The His Dark Materials movie, i think... Hmm...

Later, all. You know how to find me, if you need me.

Well.. i feel productive...

Sneaker Pimps - [Destroying Angel]--- Catching up on my reading, tonight. Went out earlier, with mr_hinzelmann, his sister, and her boyfriend, to Lé Vortéx. Got "Vortex Full," as it's come to be known. We parted ways with the girl and her boy, and headed to Oxford, for comics.On the way there, we came up with a neologism: "Expenslicious." That's for restaurants that you love, but are too damned expensive to go, all the time. Like a favourite sushi joint.

I bought more comics, today. Read them all. Got to catching up on my JZ Smith. Boring bastard. Well, not really boring, so much as obtuse... (A Clockwork Orange - [Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, Fourth Movement - Abridged2]). But oh well. One more essay, there, and i get my other book, for class, on Monday. Paper due Thursday. Fei on papers, i say, at least for right now. My brain wants to do other things, not related to writing.

I'm taking a break, now. (Lamb - [B Line]). I've wiped down my dark wooden furniture with Pledge wipes, i've gotten rid of trash, and i've organised files, more appropriately. (Rasputina - [Clipped]). There's still the smell of artificial lemons, in my room. Thinking about turning on my fan, for the first time Ever, to clear it.

Earlier, today, i watched "Ravenous," while working out, after talking to my uncle. Following that, and a shower, is when i went to lunch. You are now caught up.

Off to wash clothes. Later.

And another thing:

Coldplay - [The Scientist]--- As Ben, Rhia, Richard, and I said, last year, this time: "Ah Spring: Nature's Bukkake."

Best Movie/Show, EVER.

( Bishonen Noir. Give me your Money, Now. )

You know it's true, too. Love me.