wolven7 | Yes. And the serpentine lemniscates dance through my souls. Tell us something we don't know. (Reply)

How evil are you?

Another Entry taken from a mail, though modified. It's a bit of an old hat, but there's a bit of a new twist:

Have you ever felt as though your emotions, or Kinds or Displays of emotions were completely out of phase with almost Everyone in existence? That's how i feel right now. You'll get this, i hope: Say I like this girl. She's a great friend, and very interesting to talk to, because we argue about near everything. And, though i like her, i don't LIKE Like her, to coin a phrase. I could see myself Dating her, and i could see myself Not dating her-- which, personally, i think would be more healthy for all involved-- but, sex, at this juncture, is something i see myself sharing with people with whom i have emotional attachments. Friends are, at present, my strongest emotional attachments. I have no qualms with the idea of having sex with my friends. That doesn't mean i don't Care about them, or, even more absurd, the emotionality of the act, Itself. I care, very deeply, but in a completely different context, than a purely romantic feeling...

So, will this personage understand these things? Perhaps, and perhaps not. But the point is that there shall be not way to tell, unless the attempt is made. Is that not so, Captain William H. Harpoopsnick?

"Wy, hrh-Hmmm! Yes, yes, Hrm! Very true, indeed, Wolven. Quite right, quite right. Hrh-Hhhmm!"

Thank you, Dr Captain W.H. Harpoopsnick, D.D.S. onto the dreams. I don't remember last night's, very well.. but oh dear Gods, the night before...

I'm in a very large hotel, and there is a concert, going on, as well as some sort of Games. The games are a Hotel-Sized game of Risk, With the countries painted on the floors, and stages of the ballrooms. I'm walking through the rooms, looking for the actual concert, and i see the southern part of the United States, painted in part of a ballroom. The rest of it is in a different room, and i know that Europe takes up half of the floor space, of the hotel. I find the Concert, and it is in a Large concert hall. I'm seated in an upper balcony, with absinthetics, who is, at the same time, my friend James, and s/he/they look at me sternly, sneeringly, for being late. I look down to the stage, which is two tiered and is raised Up, from the seating area, and what would rightly be called balconies, and/or pits, hang from the side of it. Prince, who is also James Brown, comes on stage, and starts dancing around/having a seizure. He flips to the lower level of the stage, and then falls to the ground. He rolls/flips off the stage, and then lands, on his back, on one of the pit railings. We hear a snap, and ten he flips/slides into the balcony box, proper, and starts dancing around, and singing, in there. At this point, he is Only James Brown.

I'm in an open place, with what look to be American Western Frontier-style forts, set on the empty lots of a modern city scape. The tops of the logs are sharpened into spikes, and there are Pirates, in one of the forts. There are a young priest, and an old priest, and they are fighting, with swords. The young priest, from whose vantage, the story is told, is still fighting with the Catholic Church, while the Old Priest is on the side of the Pirates. They are fighting, and they have similar styles, but the young priest uses a katana, and the old priest, a rapier. At one point, one of the Pirates comes in, to try to help the Old Priest, and he gets his head cut off. Both priests Stop, say, in unison, "In Nomine Patri, et Feli, et Spiritus Sancti," cross themselves, and then start fighting, again. The old Priest has the young, and a disadvantage, and is slowly lowering a blade on his neck. The young priest, though, for some reason, cannot Die. So he says, "Just shoot me. Just fucking shoot me." There are no guns, that work, for some reason, and the Old Priest laughs, and lets him up. The young priest walks away, and the Old Priest tells every one to leave him alone. The Young Priest passes, on his right, a Pirate, cleaning a silver, sawed-off shotgun. He gets scared, starts running, places his hand on a section of wall, which swings down, and jumps down over the wall. He runs across the street, looking back over his shoulder, and seeing the Old Priest, sighting at him, with the gun, and ducks, on the side of the wall. Some people i know come up to the young priest, and ask him if everything's ok, he says yeah, and ducks into the shop, while they hold to door, for him.

Inside the shop, there are TVs on, and there are some sort of advertisements, that remind me of my aunt Mica, and her daughter. I realise that i'm still the young priest, see something, on a department store, round, chrome display stand, about the Dukes of Hazard, and i wake up

And THOSE were my dreams. Rock it, biznatch. Been having a bit of a govoreet, all on my oddy knocky, i have. Heheheh. Enjoy. Sorry about the Extreme lapses, between posts, but... Shit happens. Love you kids.

Dream Well