Awake, at Last
Feb. 16th, 2003 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7The Mad Capsule Markets - [Restart!]--- So i'm finally up, and i had some extraordinarily fucked up dreams, last night. The problems with my dreams, of late, is that they've all been derivative, or i've simply forgotten them. The Derivative ones are of things that happened during the day, or things i saw, read, watched, &c. And i don't particularly feel those worthy of sharing, most of the time. Cause they tend to be the dreams that are obvious, or boring. But here, have a little of this:
I'm on a steep hill, in front of a house, and there is some sort of party, going on, as hosted by a radio station. Some of my friends are wandering around, topless, wearing woad, but the woad is black, somehow. I'm leaning against a car, and talking to some people, with a drink in my hand, when one of my female friends comes up to me, and is talking about getting breast implants, and wants to know if i think it's a good idea. I shrug and tell her that she can do whatever she wants to do. I think about the house, behind me, and half turn to look at it, from my peripheral vision. It's a castle, and a small suburban house, at the same time. I know that, there, in the garden around back, there is something very important.
I'm in front of a gas station, on a ladder changing a the price sign. I come down, and go to the Japanese window attendant, because i want some candy. I'm a little slow, thinking-wise, and i keep messing up the count of the change. Actually, i'm not slow at all, i just like to make it look that way, so that i can more easily help people. I give the clerk more than 300% of what the candy bar costs, and i walk away. As i look through the booth, i see a garden, and these posts, that i know are gateways. They go to other parts of the world, and parts of the world that no one ever sees. I know that this family is the guardian family of these gateways, and of the Sphere.[Change Perspective]I'm in the garden, floating in a third party view, with my back to the back of the gas station booth. There is this very pretty, half Japanese girl, sitting on a bench, across the garden from me, and slightly to the left. I know that her name is Kumiko, but i make no connections. Through a door, to her right, comes two/three guys, who look like Thugs, from a steam-punk anime. They're wearing wrist wraps, and shin wraps, and nothing but a wrapped cloth covering, below the waist. They start threatening her, and demanding the Sphere. I can see the Sphere, in her mind, and it isn't a sphere, as we can know it. To humans, it looks like a disc, and it's around her neck. They start smashing the gateways, and kicking the garden, to bits. I make my presence felt, and, more than that, she makes the presence of the Sphere known, and they get very, very afraid, and retreat. She starts putting the gates back together, with her father's help. I wake up
At this point, i force myself to remember all of that, and keep going. I start to fall asleep again, 'cause i'd only been asleep for five hours.
The vague impression of a very sweet kitty. Very cute, and very loving. Trying to show me something important. Impressions of the Sphere, my great-aunt's house, a friend of mine, and this Beige tabby kitten. Sense of Justice... Impressions of wandering through the Dreaming, with this kitty, and being, at the same time, within the Sphere, though the two are not directly synonymous. The vague, distinct, lasting impressions left by war, and the mental states of those fighting. All it meant to them, and to those who saw it. I wake up
That last is simply what i could pull together. I woke up with a feeling of "Ah, yes," or "Yes." A feeling of... not acceptance, because that would imply that there was another way for things to have gone, now that they had passed. A feeling of connection with that which is right. Knowing that the way things were, there, are as they should have been. Because they happened. Had they happened otherwise, then THAT would have been as it should have been. Choices are made, and, once we make them, we cannot unmake them. All choices are right.
A path, branching ways
Delivering to us choice
Life: a single line.
And i'm done, for now. I need to study for German, today, so i'm off.
Ta ta
{Addendum. 5.02. Sigur Ros - [Svefn G englar]--- think about, for the last bit of dream, everything that makes me me, seen from all sides, and one perspective, in general. That was it.}
I'm on a steep hill, in front of a house, and there is some sort of party, going on, as hosted by a radio station. Some of my friends are wandering around, topless, wearing woad, but the woad is black, somehow. I'm leaning against a car, and talking to some people, with a drink in my hand, when one of my female friends comes up to me, and is talking about getting breast implants, and wants to know if i think it's a good idea. I shrug and tell her that she can do whatever she wants to do. I think about the house, behind me, and half turn to look at it, from my peripheral vision. It's a castle, and a small suburban house, at the same time. I know that, there, in the garden around back, there is something very important.
I'm in front of a gas station, on a ladder changing a the price sign. I come down, and go to the Japanese window attendant, because i want some candy. I'm a little slow, thinking-wise, and i keep messing up the count of the change. Actually, i'm not slow at all, i just like to make it look that way, so that i can more easily help people. I give the clerk more than 300% of what the candy bar costs, and i walk away. As i look through the booth, i see a garden, and these posts, that i know are gateways. They go to other parts of the world, and parts of the world that no one ever sees. I know that this family is the guardian family of these gateways, and of the Sphere.[Change Perspective]I'm in the garden, floating in a third party view, with my back to the back of the gas station booth. There is this very pretty, half Japanese girl, sitting on a bench, across the garden from me, and slightly to the left. I know that her name is Kumiko, but i make no connections. Through a door, to her right, comes two/three guys, who look like Thugs, from a steam-punk anime. They're wearing wrist wraps, and shin wraps, and nothing but a wrapped cloth covering, below the waist. They start threatening her, and demanding the Sphere. I can see the Sphere, in her mind, and it isn't a sphere, as we can know it. To humans, it looks like a disc, and it's around her neck. They start smashing the gateways, and kicking the garden, to bits. I make my presence felt, and, more than that, she makes the presence of the Sphere known, and they get very, very afraid, and retreat. She starts putting the gates back together, with her father's help. I wake up
At this point, i force myself to remember all of that, and keep going. I start to fall asleep again, 'cause i'd only been asleep for five hours.
The vague impression of a very sweet kitty. Very cute, and very loving. Trying to show me something important. Impressions of the Sphere, my great-aunt's house, a friend of mine, and this Beige tabby kitten. Sense of Justice... Impressions of wandering through the Dreaming, with this kitty, and being, at the same time, within the Sphere, though the two are not directly synonymous. The vague, distinct, lasting impressions left by war, and the mental states of those fighting. All it meant to them, and to those who saw it. I wake up
That last is simply what i could pull together. I woke up with a feeling of "Ah, yes," or "Yes." A feeling of... not acceptance, because that would imply that there was another way for things to have gone, now that they had passed. A feeling of connection with that which is right. Knowing that the way things were, there, are as they should have been. Because they happened. Had they happened otherwise, then THAT would have been as it should have been. Choices are made, and, once we make them, we cannot unmake them. All choices are right.
A path, branching ways
Delivering to us choice
Life: a single line.
And i'm done, for now. I need to study for German, today, so i'm off.
Ta ta
{Addendum. 5.02. Sigur Ros - [Svefn G englar]--- think about, for the last bit of dream, everything that makes me me, seen from all sides, and one perspective, in general. That was it.}
