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wolven7I'm in a hotel or an office building, and i'm wandering around. I'm in the room of someone. It may be mine. Angie brings in a cat, and it only kind of likes me. I leave the room, and wander around the hotel/office, and i encounter Al. We're going downstairs, and the escalator turns into the highway. We're driving along the highway, trying to get to the bottom level of the apartment, and we come to a very large parking garage, and i know that this is the end of the dream, and the beginning of the one from the night before.
We're downstairs, and I'm Daredevil. I'm Talking to all of these other superheroes (The Flash, Green Arrow, Plastic Man), who aren't that well known, and the flash tells me that he needs an auto graph, from me, as Daredevil, but he doesn't know that i AM Daredevil. It's an office that can change hands, and there are many of us. ("Der Devil"). So I sign the autograph.
Brief flash of being in Aunt Ella's house, in D.C. Downstairs, the basement, family, but i'm not quite with them.
The downstairs of the place, and Aunt Ella's house have turned into a train station, only there's no platform. You step up, onto the train, as if it were a normal train, and not public transit. I'm lying next to the tracks, with some friends, and i'm writing in a notebook. As the train comes, i scramble around to make sure that all of my stuff stays off the tracks, and that nothing gets run over. Two things get run over. In the process of trying to pull them from under the wheel, i burn my fingertips, and decide that i have to use pliers. I know that i have some, and i'm expecting to use the pliers on my Swiss Army Knife. I have some needle nose pliers, though, and i use those. The train operator gets really pissed
Throughout this whole ordeal Jimmy's Chicken Shack's "What Do I Do Right?" is woven into the dream's fabric.
I'm walking toward the end of the platform that isn't there, and i'm walking toward the transformer, for the third rail, and a friend of mine has given me a cd, to listen to, on my portable disc player. I'm listening to it, and it's another song about self/outside derision. I start skateboarding, using my discman. I'm making jumps off of things, and skating down things, but i still can't jump Up onto things (never could, in the past, either). The discman stops being able to roll along the ground. I walk back over to the hotel/train station. There are people waiting for me, wanting to drive me places. Reconnects with the driving part. Under an overpass, and then, around, in front of, and on my right is the giant parking garage. I wake up
I'm laying in bed, and i decide that, since it's only 10.30, or so, i'm going to go back to sleep. I Do, and i distinctly remember visiting someone, and seeing them, with someone else, but i have no idea as to who it was, anymore.
Anyway, my dream, the night before last, since i can't remember them fully, Included said giant parking garage, driving around it, for hours, in an upward spiral, but stopping on every floor, along the way, to experience everything they had. Katie shows up at some point, for some reason. I talk to her. My memory of certain things is getting better and better... *knocks on Wood* Now if my Dream memory could come back up to par, As Well. Rather blatant symbolism, in those, i guess, but still. Worthy enough. Went out, last night, hung around, drank some coffee, met up with people, ran into someone i didn't expect to see, rode out to Kennessaw, played some cards, met a cat and a dog, and then came home and crashed the hell out. Fairly productive, for my first night of Spring Break.
And now i'm off. Though you should know about those dreams. Later taters.
{Addendum. 1.51: Voltaire - [See You In Hell]--- The nature of the musical portions of the dreams denoting a loss of self worth, through some as-yet unaccounted-for situations. Loss of feeling, and propriety, in the spheres of my life, possibly due to the nature of out-side, Pedestal raising. If i have to be made to lead, be wary that you might not like where i take you. At All. (VNV Nation - [Honour]). I have a very paradoxical nature (DUH.), and when I'm confronted with the praise of others, i begin to see myself as the fallen, and the lost. There is nothing i could have possibly done to deserve this, so why give it to me?
Know this if you choose to follow, walk beside, or stand anywhere near the whirlwind that is and can be me.
I Don't feel the need. Figure it out.}
We're downstairs, and I'm Daredevil. I'm Talking to all of these other superheroes (The Flash, Green Arrow, Plastic Man), who aren't that well known, and the flash tells me that he needs an auto graph, from me, as Daredevil, but he doesn't know that i AM Daredevil. It's an office that can change hands, and there are many of us. ("Der Devil"). So I sign the autograph.
Brief flash of being in Aunt Ella's house, in D.C. Downstairs, the basement, family, but i'm not quite with them.
The downstairs of the place, and Aunt Ella's house have turned into a train station, only there's no platform. You step up, onto the train, as if it were a normal train, and not public transit. I'm lying next to the tracks, with some friends, and i'm writing in a notebook. As the train comes, i scramble around to make sure that all of my stuff stays off the tracks, and that nothing gets run over. Two things get run over. In the process of trying to pull them from under the wheel, i burn my fingertips, and decide that i have to use pliers. I know that i have some, and i'm expecting to use the pliers on my Swiss Army Knife. I have some needle nose pliers, though, and i use those. The train operator gets really pissed
Throughout this whole ordeal Jimmy's Chicken Shack's "What Do I Do Right?" is woven into the dream's fabric.
I'm walking toward the end of the platform that isn't there, and i'm walking toward the transformer, for the third rail, and a friend of mine has given me a cd, to listen to, on my portable disc player. I'm listening to it, and it's another song about self/outside derision. I start skateboarding, using my discman. I'm making jumps off of things, and skating down things, but i still can't jump Up onto things (never could, in the past, either). The discman stops being able to roll along the ground. I walk back over to the hotel/train station. There are people waiting for me, wanting to drive me places. Reconnects with the driving part. Under an overpass, and then, around, in front of, and on my right is the giant parking garage. I wake up
I'm laying in bed, and i decide that, since it's only 10.30, or so, i'm going to go back to sleep. I Do, and i distinctly remember visiting someone, and seeing them, with someone else, but i have no idea as to who it was, anymore.
Anyway, my dream, the night before last, since i can't remember them fully, Included said giant parking garage, driving around it, for hours, in an upward spiral, but stopping on every floor, along the way, to experience everything they had. Katie shows up at some point, for some reason. I talk to her. My memory of certain things is getting better and better... *knocks on Wood* Now if my Dream memory could come back up to par, As Well. Rather blatant symbolism, in those, i guess, but still. Worthy enough. Went out, last night, hung around, drank some coffee, met up with people, ran into someone i didn't expect to see, rode out to Kennessaw, played some cards, met a cat and a dog, and then came home and crashed the hell out. Fairly productive, for my first night of Spring Break.
And now i'm off. Though you should know about those dreams. Later taters.
{Addendum. 1.51: Voltaire - [See You In Hell]--- The nature of the musical portions of the dreams denoting a loss of self worth, through some as-yet unaccounted-for situations. Loss of feeling, and propriety, in the spheres of my life, possibly due to the nature of out-side, Pedestal raising. If i have to be made to lead, be wary that you might not like where i take you. At All. (VNV Nation - [Honour]). I have a very paradoxical nature (DUH.), and when I'm confronted with the praise of others, i begin to see myself as the fallen, and the lost. There is nothing i could have possibly done to deserve this, so why give it to me?
Know this if you choose to follow, walk beside, or stand anywhere near the whirlwind that is and can be me.
I Don't feel the need. Figure it out.}
