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Something, here, about making a bacon and cheese sandwich. Also something about superheroes dying in the cold, alone. Superman being killed by snow. It must have Kryptonite in it...
I'm in a compund, it's mostly underground and secluded, but it's a school, and housing for the students, but not. I'm taking math classs, and walking there, in the rain, one day. Something about my family, and my father's house, in DC, being part of the place, but, again, not. There are presentations we have to give, in class, and I'm afraid that i've forgotten my book, or at least the one i'll need to do logic problems, in class. I'm walking with some girl, and i'm checking my bag, but she seems to be worried about something else, entirely. We are walking, and we are in the car. We sit down, in class, in a room that is low, with that warm, distant classroom light that GDS had, but with they kind of set up of a few of the rooms at J.O. Wilson. I sit down, and the presentations start, as I watch people go up, i realise that no one has her or his booo, in tow, nor anything written. I lean over to the girl, and talk to her about it, and she says "Do you think I'm worried about this? Do you think we couldn't do this ____?" With a word, there, that demonstrates a stance of calm, arrogance, and no fear. I'm still trying to decode on what to give my persentation.
A flash of women playing volleyball, outside the compound. The the right of the desks, which left sides are facing the chalkboard and front to the wall, is my father's father's living room. Out the door, I know ther eare stairs that lead to the yard, and, from there, into the street.
I've figure out what to do, for my presentation, and it has to do with AI, intentionality, connectivism, and the occult. All of this, in our textbook, is covered under one topic, one name. I stand up to give my prsentation, and the desks are no longer separate, they are one long dinner table, in a dining hall. We are at a formal dinner party, as well as in class, and I am presenting my findings on the abovementioned topics. Violence happens. I don't know what's happened, but i know that i've put at least four people in the Infirmary, which is really just two or three converted rooms, in this large old Victorian mansion. They attacked me, during my speech, but not under their own power; something was controlling them, I'm sure, but they would not stop.
The compound is a mansion, which is all layers of an office building, which extends upwards, for a very long time. The woman who is the doctor to these people, has a bother, and he attcks me, often. This time, it's after everyone has cleared from the dinner table. Whenever he attacks me, I get the impression of an insectoid face, trying to devour me, with malice in his eyes. He never remembers it. We've just fought, and i stabbed him, four times, with a pencil, or pieces thereof, and he ran off. I'm outside, beside the compound, and it's a combination of my father's backyard, an alley i've been in, once, and my first impression of the parking area, for the house, in Briarlake. I'm talking to this same nurse woman, whom i can never properly see, and may be![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel, combined with Lois Lane, or someone else, and i'm telling her what's been happening with her brother (insect guy). We keep talking, and he pulls up in his garbage truck, and i say to her, "Maybe it's because he works with bugs, all day..." And she says "Maybe," but neither of us really buy it. He parks, down by the street, and comes up the allyey/driveway. He has loads of garbage, and is talking about what's in each one,a s if it were food, like the various garbage contents are going to be his lunch. He keeps talking, and we realise that he's trying to lure out whatever's inside of him, with the food. The girl starts to take on properties of lilsayermonster, and I'm tired of listening to this guy talk, as long as i'm sure he's not going to stab me. I know he's trying to do the right thing, so i leave him to it. I walk back into the house/compound/office.
I walkinto a lower level lobby, and there are people, there, watching these two Rastafarian guys, one of whom is named Jesus Constantine. They're singing songs about smoking weed, to forget your troubles, and connect with god. I realise something about Jesus, by looking at these two, and then they see me, and end their set, very quickly. I keep walking.
I'm the the corridor, and there are three elevators, in a triangular formation, with hallways, between each elevator. The halways are the walls, the elevators, the verticies.
I'm outside, again, in the snow, and i'm atching Superman and Lois play in the snow. There's no fear, there's no pain, from Kryptonite poisoned snow. Superman is fine. He's wearing a black and red costume, with dark blue edges. I'm throwing snowballs, at people, and passerby, while sitting in the passenger seat of a car. I look, and driving through the parking lot I see some nasty gang banging criminal. I decide that he needs a little more fun in his day, so i toss a snowball at him. He gets very angry, very quickly. He swerves toward me.Superman is either gone, or has become Batman, and I look at him, and he shrugs, and I know what i have to do. The windshield is going to be bullet-proof glass, so it'll come out in one full sheet, and he can shoot me through it. I jump, and land with my left foot and right knee on the windshield, cracking and shattering it. But it didn't come out. I keep kicking, as the guy keeps driving forward, ramming into cas, trying to throw me off, but i just shift my weight to compensate, and it does nothing. While he's in reverse, i rip the lining off of the roof of the car, to find more handholds. The second time he goes forward, I hear Bruce, in my head, asking me why I don't just kick, with all my force, and end this. I realise i've been holding back, so i jump up, with my hands still on the topo of the windshield/leading edge of the roof, and swing back down, with both feet, pushing the whole piece inward. They swerve, and crach into two parked cars. As the cops are running them in, I look at Batman, shrug, and go back inside.
I'm in the corporate locker room, of a sort, talking to Bruce, asking him if three was ever any case he regretted taking, and he says "Once," leaving it at that. I loo in his locker, and I see bits of the costume, and am surprised he would be so open with that. He takes a pair of gloves, tosses them to drape over his shoulder, and heads to the shower. I'm thinking about what he said about this case, when this woman comes around to corner, screaming "So you don't believe me either, huh?? You think I lied, too?!" I'm thorourghly confused, and I can see that she has a score to settle, with someone. But, if she's been screwed over by the justice system, that could be anyone.
I'm in te elevator traingle, with my mother, and the apparition of a clown. My mother has been hurt, somehow, emotionally. Her friend Bryant did it, and I feel it my responsibility to run interference, and get whatever things my mom needs, from him. She's holding the elevator, for me, while i do this. I get eerything, talk to him, and get in the eleveator, with my mom, and the ghost clown. We talk, a little, and then we get off the elevator, upstairs, and walk outside to her car. I wake up
That was a strange set of dreams. Much more violent than I've had, in a long time. But much more capably violent, as well. No so much the blind defensive reaction, as the planned manoeuver. Which, in my mind, is the better thing. Having the ability to work out the situation, and what tools you have at hand, and adapt, over come, react, and act. I like that, a lot.
Anyway, now i Really want a bacon sandwich, and i should probably go find something to eat. Something small, as i'm supposed to be going out to lunch/dinner, with family. I should also probably take a shower..
Later.
{12.29pm: A Perfect Circle - [Orestes]--- The nurse, in the dream, was also Laurel, from J. Michael Straczynski's Midnight Nation. (Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [Please God No]). Damn fine series. Available in trade paperback.
There was something else, in there, about an emergency flashlight, or somesuch.
Also, there have been lots of people shrugging at me, in my dreams, lately... hmm..}
I'm in a compund, it's mostly underground and secluded, but it's a school, and housing for the students, but not. I'm taking math classs, and walking there, in the rain, one day. Something about my family, and my father's house, in DC, being part of the place, but, again, not. There are presentations we have to give, in class, and I'm afraid that i've forgotten my book, or at least the one i'll need to do logic problems, in class. I'm walking with some girl, and i'm checking my bag, but she seems to be worried about something else, entirely. We are walking, and we are in the car. We sit down, in class, in a room that is low, with that warm, distant classroom light that GDS had, but with they kind of set up of a few of the rooms at J.O. Wilson. I sit down, and the presentations start, as I watch people go up, i realise that no one has her or his booo, in tow, nor anything written. I lean over to the girl, and talk to her about it, and she says "Do you think I'm worried about this? Do you think we couldn't do this ____?" With a word, there, that demonstrates a stance of calm, arrogance, and no fear. I'm still trying to decode on what to give my persentation.
A flash of women playing volleyball, outside the compound. The the right of the desks, which left sides are facing the chalkboard and front to the wall, is my father's father's living room. Out the door, I know ther eare stairs that lead to the yard, and, from there, into the street.
I've figure out what to do, for my presentation, and it has to do with AI, intentionality, connectivism, and the occult. All of this, in our textbook, is covered under one topic, one name. I stand up to give my prsentation, and the desks are no longer separate, they are one long dinner table, in a dining hall. We are at a formal dinner party, as well as in class, and I am presenting my findings on the abovementioned topics. Violence happens. I don't know what's happened, but i know that i've put at least four people in the Infirmary, which is really just two or three converted rooms, in this large old Victorian mansion. They attacked me, during my speech, but not under their own power; something was controlling them, I'm sure, but they would not stop.
The compound is a mansion, which is all layers of an office building, which extends upwards, for a very long time. The woman who is the doctor to these people, has a bother, and he attcks me, often. This time, it's after everyone has cleared from the dinner table. Whenever he attacks me, I get the impression of an insectoid face, trying to devour me, with malice in his eyes. He never remembers it. We've just fought, and i stabbed him, four times, with a pencil, or pieces thereof, and he ran off. I'm outside, beside the compound, and it's a combination of my father's backyard, an alley i've been in, once, and my first impression of the parking area, for the house, in Briarlake. I'm talking to this same nurse woman, whom i can never properly see, and may be
mech_angel, combined with Lois Lane, or someone else, and i'm telling her what's been happening with her brother (insect guy). We keep talking, and he pulls up in his garbage truck, and i say to her, "Maybe it's because he works with bugs, all day..." And she says "Maybe," but neither of us really buy it. He parks, down by the street, and comes up the allyey/driveway. He has loads of garbage, and is talking about what's in each one,a s if it were food, like the various garbage contents are going to be his lunch. He keeps talking, and we realise that he's trying to lure out whatever's inside of him, with the food. The girl starts to take on properties of lilsayermonster, and I'm tired of listening to this guy talk, as long as i'm sure he's not going to stab me. I know he's trying to do the right thing, so i leave him to it. I walk back into the house/compound/office.I walkinto a lower level lobby, and there are people, there, watching these two Rastafarian guys, one of whom is named Jesus Constantine. They're singing songs about smoking weed, to forget your troubles, and connect with god. I realise something about Jesus, by looking at these two, and then they see me, and end their set, very quickly. I keep walking.
I'm the the corridor, and there are three elevators, in a triangular formation, with hallways, between each elevator. The halways are the walls, the elevators, the verticies.
I'm outside, again, in the snow, and i'm atching Superman and Lois play in the snow. There's no fear, there's no pain, from Kryptonite poisoned snow. Superman is fine. He's wearing a black and red costume, with dark blue edges. I'm throwing snowballs, at people, and passerby, while sitting in the passenger seat of a car. I look, and driving through the parking lot I see some nasty gang banging criminal. I decide that he needs a little more fun in his day, so i toss a snowball at him. He gets very angry, very quickly. He swerves toward me.Superman is either gone, or has become Batman, and I look at him, and he shrugs, and I know what i have to do. The windshield is going to be bullet-proof glass, so it'll come out in one full sheet, and he can shoot me through it. I jump, and land with my left foot and right knee on the windshield, cracking and shattering it. But it didn't come out. I keep kicking, as the guy keeps driving forward, ramming into cas, trying to throw me off, but i just shift my weight to compensate, and it does nothing. While he's in reverse, i rip the lining off of the roof of the car, to find more handholds. The second time he goes forward, I hear Bruce, in my head, asking me why I don't just kick, with all my force, and end this. I realise i've been holding back, so i jump up, with my hands still on the topo of the windshield/leading edge of the roof, and swing back down, with both feet, pushing the whole piece inward. They swerve, and crach into two parked cars. As the cops are running them in, I look at Batman, shrug, and go back inside.
I'm in the corporate locker room, of a sort, talking to Bruce, asking him if three was ever any case he regretted taking, and he says "Once," leaving it at that. I loo in his locker, and I see bits of the costume, and am surprised he would be so open with that. He takes a pair of gloves, tosses them to drape over his shoulder, and heads to the shower. I'm thinking about what he said about this case, when this woman comes around to corner, screaming "So you don't believe me either, huh?? You think I lied, too?!" I'm thorourghly confused, and I can see that she has a score to settle, with someone. But, if she's been screwed over by the justice system, that could be anyone.
I'm in te elevator traingle, with my mother, and the apparition of a clown. My mother has been hurt, somehow, emotionally. Her friend Bryant did it, and I feel it my responsibility to run interference, and get whatever things my mom needs, from him. She's holding the elevator, for me, while i do this. I get eerything, talk to him, and get in the eleveator, with my mom, and the ghost clown. We talk, a little, and then we get off the elevator, upstairs, and walk outside to her car. I wake up
That was a strange set of dreams. Much more violent than I've had, in a long time. But much more capably violent, as well. No so much the blind defensive reaction, as the planned manoeuver. Which, in my mind, is the better thing. Having the ability to work out the situation, and what tools you have at hand, and adapt, over come, react, and act. I like that, a lot.
Anyway, now i Really want a bacon sandwich, and i should probably go find something to eat. Something small, as i'm supposed to be going out to lunch/dinner, with family. I should also probably take a shower..
Later.
{12.29pm: A Perfect Circle - [Orestes]--- The nurse, in the dream, was also Laurel, from J. Michael Straczynski's Midnight Nation. (Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [Please God No]). Damn fine series. Available in trade paperback.
There was something else, in there, about an emergency flashlight, or somesuch.
Also, there have been lots of people shrugging at me, in my dreams, lately... hmm..}
