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Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday.
Aug. 5th, 2005 12:20 pmI'm in an apartment, and there are people there. It's a rather small apartment, and the people are my family, and people i don't know, i think. My Father and Step-Mother and Mother are there, and someone else is there, as well. At some point, Solomon Grundy comes in, and somehow my parents are his parents, too. He starts wandering around the apartment, making no noise at all. He's juse wandering in and around the apartment, as other people are coming in. Danielle comes in, and starts talking about Solomon, and about some murders that took place, downtown, and how horrible they were. All of the people were crushed into spheroid shapes. As she's telling me this, a guy with a tiny bird comes in and starts trying to sell me a vaccuum cleaning system. I'm just trying to get both of them to hush, and to listen, and realise that Solomon's here, in the house. I start playing with the bird, who is a tiny thing, no bigger than the palm of my hand, green and yellow feathers, finch, of parakeet-like. The bars are too far spaced, and it could easily hop out, and escape. The cage also has no floor plate. I tell the bird this, and stick out my index finger, to tell it to hop on. It's slightly afraid of me, and doesn't know whether to trust me. Something, here, about my aunt, and my cousin. Danielle and Vaccuum Guy are saying something, again, and I turn around to see Solomon Coming through a connected closet, from one side of the apartment to the other. While the others have their backs to him, i'm trying to usher him out the door, but Danielle turns around. The setting starts to change. Fading into a conference or convention lobby table setup.
We're all still together, Walking down a Hallway, while Danielle is now also some other girl with whom i've talk about quantum physics. Possibly Every other female with whom i've talked about quantum physics. I'm talking to solomon, and asking him questions about why he did what he did, and I know what his answers are going to be. He tells me that they were too large. They were too spread out, and inflated, he means. We're in a hotel t hat's also the apartment, now, and we're about to sit down on the couch and watch a movie, when I say, "Solomon... Have you ever heard of something called Quantum Physics?" And the T.F.W.W.I.T.A.Q.P. goes, "Oohh, here we go." But no one realises that if he can understand the relationship of larger and smaller things, in a quantum framework, the root of his problems will be solved. I start telling him about it, and he doesn't like it, because it sounds like an Egg-Head idea. We're watching "Howl's Moving Castle," and sitting on the couch, now... I tell him that someone with glasses invented plane, someone with glasses invented the train, and someone with glasses invented quantum physics. Not in literal sense, but it was what he would picture, as "an egg-head." He giggled, at this, like a nursery rhyme, for a baby, and asked me to say it, again. So i did. Again and again, and each time, i could feel him understanding, a bit more.
Quantum Leap style transition, for all of us, only we're not moved around, in time, we're next door, in alternate dimensions, and still ourselves. We're still in the apartment, but the apartment is also an African Savanah, ringed with stadium style bleachers. There are men, in the tall grass, with bows and arrows. They are natives, hired as mercenaries, so that there won't be any reports of gunshots, should someone try to run. There is a large setup of wires, tubes, and cables, in the middle of the ring, on a bare, cleared out patch of grass. Dr. Samuel Beckett IS here, but he is focused on figuring out what's gone wrong. The mercenaries are talking to each other botu how the job sucks, and how tired it makes their arms, at which point one of them Runs, through the grass, which is also down and around a hallway corner (under/behind the grass), and they others fire at him, and miss. From the perspective of the bleechers, again, we watch, and all have this feeling of impending doom, as a swtich is thrown, somewhere, and the Bathtub, in the middle of all of the connections, glows bright, electric blue, crackles, and disappears. We have a talk about twhat this means, coming to a conclusions i can no longer remember. I wake up
Was awakened by heavy machinery dropping things, repeatedly. This was enough to quite literally shake the entire house. Landlord's supposed to be coming over, today. I really hope he decides not to. I've got a enough to worry about, with my family coming in town.
I love my family. They've done wonderful, amazing things, of themselves, and For Me, before and throughout my life. But, when they all get together, they are loud, fawning, argumentative, and, generally, a family. I've just been away from it, for so long that, for better or worse, i've fallen out of the ability to simply roll with it. It grates, and i tend to get annoyed. I try not to let it happen, and to redirect it, but... well. We'll see.
Anyway, i should go eat, and hope not to run into my landlord. That'd be nice...
Later
{1.55pm: I also dreamed about putting away my Jack Off Jill CD. Just an odd little snippet, in the middle of all of that.}
We're all still together, Walking down a Hallway, while Danielle is now also some other girl with whom i've talk about quantum physics. Possibly Every other female with whom i've talked about quantum physics. I'm talking to solomon, and asking him questions about why he did what he did, and I know what his answers are going to be. He tells me that they were too large. They were too spread out, and inflated, he means. We're in a hotel t hat's also the apartment, now, and we're about to sit down on the couch and watch a movie, when I say, "Solomon... Have you ever heard of something called Quantum Physics?" And the T.F.W.W.I.T.A.Q.P. goes, "Oohh, here we go." But no one realises that if he can understand the relationship of larger and smaller things, in a quantum framework, the root of his problems will be solved. I start telling him about it, and he doesn't like it, because it sounds like an Egg-Head idea. We're watching "Howl's Moving Castle," and sitting on the couch, now... I tell him that someone with glasses invented plane, someone with glasses invented the train, and someone with glasses invented quantum physics. Not in literal sense, but it was what he would picture, as "an egg-head." He giggled, at this, like a nursery rhyme, for a baby, and asked me to say it, again. So i did. Again and again, and each time, i could feel him understanding, a bit more.
Quantum Leap style transition, for all of us, only we're not moved around, in time, we're next door, in alternate dimensions, and still ourselves. We're still in the apartment, but the apartment is also an African Savanah, ringed with stadium style bleachers. There are men, in the tall grass, with bows and arrows. They are natives, hired as mercenaries, so that there won't be any reports of gunshots, should someone try to run. There is a large setup of wires, tubes, and cables, in the middle of the ring, on a bare, cleared out patch of grass. Dr. Samuel Beckett IS here, but he is focused on figuring out what's gone wrong. The mercenaries are talking to each other botu how the job sucks, and how tired it makes their arms, at which point one of them Runs, through the grass, which is also down and around a hallway corner (under/behind the grass), and they others fire at him, and miss. From the perspective of the bleechers, again, we watch, and all have this feeling of impending doom, as a swtich is thrown, somewhere, and the Bathtub, in the middle of all of the connections, glows bright, electric blue, crackles, and disappears. We have a talk about twhat this means, coming to a conclusions i can no longer remember. I wake up
Was awakened by heavy machinery dropping things, repeatedly. This was enough to quite literally shake the entire house. Landlord's supposed to be coming over, today. I really hope he decides not to. I've got a enough to worry about, with my family coming in town.
I love my family. They've done wonderful, amazing things, of themselves, and For Me, before and throughout my life. But, when they all get together, they are loud, fawning, argumentative, and, generally, a family. I've just been away from it, for so long that, for better or worse, i've fallen out of the ability to simply roll with it. It grates, and i tend to get annoyed. I try not to let it happen, and to redirect it, but... well. We'll see.
Anyway, i should go eat, and hope not to run into my landlord. That'd be nice...
Later
{1.55pm: I also dreamed about putting away my Jack Off Jill CD. Just an odd little snippet, in the middle of all of that.}
