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wolven7VNV Nation - [Further]--- The following is taken almost directly from an email, i just wrote. The incidents, here-described, took place at 2.20 am, February the First, eastern Standard Time. Here you go:
"i'm in a massive amount of pain. . . i've crashed the Patrol Cart. They really should have listened to me, when i told them not to put me on patrol. The thing stalled, and then wouldn't start. When it did finally start, it kicked into gear, swerved to the right, the door flung itself open, [at which point] i was occupied with trying to worry about not falling out of the cart, and keeping the Stuff, inside, from falling out. . . While my attention was thus diverted, the cart went over a low wall, flinging me from itself (Futility revealed.), and lodging itself firmly in a ditch. I landed on my right knee, which hurts like all high holy Hells, under my control, and then quickly shifted weight, landing on my left hip. Which also hurts. YAY! [these last events took about .75 seconds]
So, now, the knee hurts too bad to walk up stairs, as i Originally learned to do, when i was 3, and the hip started hurting, after i took a nap, on my break. Did i, or did i Not tell them that me, on patrol, was a poor idea? And did they Listen? Do they Ever?"
VNV Nation - [Epicentre]--- The answer, of course, is rarely. Now, i've had some really fucked up dreams, recently, involving Everyone I Know, but, most notably, my Roommate,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
absinthetics (And her computer. And the Sheepish use, thereof, by me. It felt as if i were intruding upon sacred territory, but, in the dream, at least, she allowed it, without much reservation.), My grandmother's house, merged with my friends Al and Bob's apartment, and my only townhouse, in Cascade, so that to get to the Bathroom, you had to walk through a closet. The part with Everyone, we were all snowboarding. And i believe that Jesus was teaching us how to Snowboard.
The dreams of last night/this morning, involved Indiana Jones, John Rhys-Davies' character in said movies, and hoping around in the dimension of dreams, from island to island, trying to escape from Hitler, in the Red Baron's plane. We finally found an island with a modern Telephone, a wall jack, and an old rotary phone. I was able to splice/reconnect the wires, to make the new phone work. Then we called home, and we were in a class room, where i'm being yelled at by a slim woman, with short-cropped black hair, in a lot of leather. (VNV Nation - [Rubicon]). Uniform Cut, though. I think, in the dream, or otherwise, she's my sister. Then JRD, and I Are Daffy Duck, and Porky Pig, respectively. I'm talking about how i'm not going to sleep for a week, and then Daffy passes out. There's something, in there, about a party, and me taking a shower, and Al needing to use the bathroom, while i'm in there, naked... That's pretty much all i remember...
My head hurts, and i'm really tired. Things are spinning out of control, and back into them, and i hear "people" laughing, and Radiohead's "Just," playing in the background, every day, now... I have to admit, it is pretty fucking funny... I'm out.
I'll read all of your journals, tomorrow/today.
Dream Well
"i'm in a massive amount of pain. . . i've crashed the Patrol Cart. They really should have listened to me, when i told them not to put me on patrol. The thing stalled, and then wouldn't start. When it did finally start, it kicked into gear, swerved to the right, the door flung itself open, [at which point] i was occupied with trying to worry about not falling out of the cart, and keeping the Stuff, inside, from falling out. . . While my attention was thus diverted, the cart went over a low wall, flinging me from itself (Futility revealed.), and lodging itself firmly in a ditch. I landed on my right knee, which hurts like all high holy Hells, under my control, and then quickly shifted weight, landing on my left hip. Which also hurts. YAY! [these last events took about .75 seconds]
So, now, the knee hurts too bad to walk up stairs, as i Originally learned to do, when i was 3, and the hip started hurting, after i took a nap, on my break. Did i, or did i Not tell them that me, on patrol, was a poor idea? And did they Listen? Do they Ever?"
VNV Nation - [Epicentre]--- The answer, of course, is rarely. Now, i've had some really fucked up dreams, recently, involving Everyone I Know, but, most notably, my Roommate,
absinthetics (And her computer. And the Sheepish use, thereof, by me. It felt as if i were intruding upon sacred territory, but, in the dream, at least, she allowed it, without much reservation.), My grandmother's house, merged with my friends Al and Bob's apartment, and my only townhouse, in Cascade, so that to get to the Bathroom, you had to walk through a closet. The part with Everyone, we were all snowboarding. And i believe that Jesus was teaching us how to Snowboard.The dreams of last night/this morning, involved Indiana Jones, John Rhys-Davies' character in said movies, and hoping around in the dimension of dreams, from island to island, trying to escape from Hitler, in the Red Baron's plane. We finally found an island with a modern Telephone, a wall jack, and an old rotary phone. I was able to splice/reconnect the wires, to make the new phone work. Then we called home, and we were in a class room, where i'm being yelled at by a slim woman, with short-cropped black hair, in a lot of leather. (VNV Nation - [Rubicon]). Uniform Cut, though. I think, in the dream, or otherwise, she's my sister. Then JRD, and I Are Daffy Duck, and Porky Pig, respectively. I'm talking about how i'm not going to sleep for a week, and then Daffy passes out. There's something, in there, about a party, and me taking a shower, and Al needing to use the bathroom, while i'm in there, naked... That's pretty much all i remember...
My head hurts, and i'm really tired. Things are spinning out of control, and back into them, and i hear "people" laughing, and Radiohead's "Just," playing in the background, every day, now... I have to admit, it is pretty fucking funny... I'm out.
I'll read all of your journals, tomorrow/today.
Dream Well
