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Dreams in Hell
Oct. 12th, 2008 10:18 amCranes - [Lilies]--- I dreamed that I was trapped in a prison/camp, with people who hated me, who wanted to hurt me. The camp aspect wasn't that bad. It was only meal times when people would try to trip, kick, hit, cut, or poison me.
Some interim dream, where something happened.
Third section of the dream was deep inside the prison, itself. Subterranean prison compound, which was also Hell, and I was trapped, there, with people who wanted to do me serious, serious harm, and I couldn't figure out how I could possibly have been trapped. (A Perfect Circle - [3 Libras (Massive Attack Remix)]). All of the prisoners were standing in rows, several feet apart, either facing or with their backs to each other, creating corridors of bodies, which formed a labyrinth. As I walked into the giant Hall, I asked people what was going on, and they said, "Something Big. Something about You." I kept walking, into the room, and I saw an aspect of my Self, in one of the lines. It was the part of me that Deals in the misery of others, that makes a profit off of it, and turns it into joy for others.
I see other aspects of myself, elsewhere in the Labyrinth, and I know what's happening. I run into the labyrinth to get to the misery bookie, and I grab his hand, bending the fingers at an awkward angle, almost breaking them. (Pizzicato Five - [Twiggy Twiggy (Twiggy Vs. James Bond)]). I look at him and say, "I know who's doing this. It's not You, and it's not any of my other aspects or surrogates; it's ME." I look behind me, deeper in the Labyrinth, and I see myself, standing there Staring at me, holding a knife. The other me throws it at me, and I don't remember if it sticks into me or one of the components of the wall. Either way, I grab the knife and stare at myself, with dawning comprehension. (KMFDM - [Brute]). The other me realises, fully, what I'm thinking, looks scared and says, "Oh Shit." He starts running.
He's ducking through the walls of the Labyrinth which aren't people, anymore, they're just racks of clothes, and no impediment to me. I catch up to him, just as he makes it to a raised column/dais, on which sits my knife block. He grabs the cleaver and makes a break for it and I lunge for his legs, as he tries to crawl through the next wall. I sever the tendons of his right leg, just behind the knee. (Carmina Burana - [Ecce Gratum]). He screams, and tries to crawl away in what is now an open space. Tries to crawl aroud a solid corner to hide, to get away, but I put my knee in his back, and pin him, taking the cleaver from him. (Tori Amos - [Concertina]). I say something about a first job I had, where I cut the legs off of the pizza cook, and I bring the cleaver down on his leg, just below the knee. It doesn't go through. It bites into the the flesh, easily, but the bone is as hard as rock, and won't part.
Someone asks me/us why I would do this to myself... The answer has something to with contraband snacks, memories not respected, feelings cast aside. Though, after a bit, I can't tell if the other me is talking to Me or to a woman in the audience/crowd/walls. I wake up.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer Cast - [Let Me Rest In Peace]--- Well, WinAmp, that was rude. (Shinjuku Filth & Darrin Verhagen - [...]). Sure. Anyway.
Hooray! Dreams!
So, let's see: In the past two nights I have had dreams A) accussing me of being a posuer and B) where I cripple myself for the sake of survival, because I had a vendetta against me. There also seemed to be some sense that whoever won got control of all of the aspects and surrogates. (The The - [Uncertain Smile]). That may just be wishful thinking.
It's windy out, today. Really windy, and moving between clear and overcast, very quickly.
Time for breakfast.
Some interim dream, where something happened.
Third section of the dream was deep inside the prison, itself. Subterranean prison compound, which was also Hell, and I was trapped, there, with people who wanted to do me serious, serious harm, and I couldn't figure out how I could possibly have been trapped. (A Perfect Circle - [3 Libras (Massive Attack Remix)]). All of the prisoners were standing in rows, several feet apart, either facing or with their backs to each other, creating corridors of bodies, which formed a labyrinth. As I walked into the giant Hall, I asked people what was going on, and they said, "Something Big. Something about You." I kept walking, into the room, and I saw an aspect of my Self, in one of the lines. It was the part of me that Deals in the misery of others, that makes a profit off of it, and turns it into joy for others.
I see other aspects of myself, elsewhere in the Labyrinth, and I know what's happening. I run into the labyrinth to get to the misery bookie, and I grab his hand, bending the fingers at an awkward angle, almost breaking them. (Pizzicato Five - [Twiggy Twiggy (Twiggy Vs. James Bond)]). I look at him and say, "I know who's doing this. It's not You, and it's not any of my other aspects or surrogates; it's ME." I look behind me, deeper in the Labyrinth, and I see myself, standing there Staring at me, holding a knife. The other me throws it at me, and I don't remember if it sticks into me or one of the components of the wall. Either way, I grab the knife and stare at myself, with dawning comprehension. (KMFDM - [Brute]). The other me realises, fully, what I'm thinking, looks scared and says, "Oh Shit." He starts running.
He's ducking through the walls of the Labyrinth which aren't people, anymore, they're just racks of clothes, and no impediment to me. I catch up to him, just as he makes it to a raised column/dais, on which sits my knife block. He grabs the cleaver and makes a break for it and I lunge for his legs, as he tries to crawl through the next wall. I sever the tendons of his right leg, just behind the knee. (Carmina Burana - [Ecce Gratum]). He screams, and tries to crawl away in what is now an open space. Tries to crawl aroud a solid corner to hide, to get away, but I put my knee in his back, and pin him, taking the cleaver from him. (Tori Amos - [Concertina]). I say something about a first job I had, where I cut the legs off of the pizza cook, and I bring the cleaver down on his leg, just below the knee. It doesn't go through. It bites into the the flesh, easily, but the bone is as hard as rock, and won't part.
Someone asks me/us why I would do this to myself... The answer has something to with contraband snacks, memories not respected, feelings cast aside. Though, after a bit, I can't tell if the other me is talking to Me or to a woman in the audience/crowd/walls. I wake up.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer Cast - [Let Me Rest In Peace]--- Well, WinAmp, that was rude. (Shinjuku Filth & Darrin Verhagen - [...]). Sure. Anyway.
Hooray! Dreams!
So, let's see: In the past two nights I have had dreams A) accussing me of being a posuer and B) where I cripple myself for the sake of survival, because I had a vendetta against me. There also seemed to be some sense that whoever won got control of all of the aspects and surrogates. (The The - [Uncertain Smile]). That may just be wishful thinking.
It's windy out, today. Really windy, and moving between clear and overcast, very quickly.
Time for breakfast.
