We Be Klubbin'
Mar. 22nd, 2003 02:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Voltaire - [Anastasia]--- So i went to Klub Kink, last night, and i had a damn good time. Got in for free, had free drinks, and free food. Though, all i had, that day, was some Ramen, and three chicken wigs {8.28 pm. Voltaire - [Fethery Wings]--- "Wigs?" The word is "Wings," Damien.}... So i got pretty trashed, pretty quickly. It was still fun. I then came home, and went to bed, where i had This Dream (Voltaire - [Dead Girls]):
I'm in a museum, in New York, and it's like the weird museum from a place a long time ago. There are Symbols, on the walls, and there are three or four other people with me. Each symbol is a different Brick in the wall. We've all been here before, which means we're badasses. A Giant stone head, over a fire place/entrance to the lower catacombs of the place (Which looks like Doom and Quake, underneath) asks us to choose, and show our impartiality, through our choosing. We're stuck in some kind of time loop, because i know that no one can read the symbols, and that i'm the only one who remembers what happens, when we pick the wrong ones. We're in D.C. They can't read them symbols, and i know that they are in some strange variant of Hebrew, Sumerian, and Egyptian. They are about to pick one, randomly, instead of picking the one that means "Balance/Justice," which is the one we are supposed to pick, and i know that soon the arrows,a nd spears, and darts will start flying from the wall, and we'll have to jump into the fire place, go down, and be attacked by the denizens. Instead, before they pick, i go to the door to outside, and I open it. They pick a random symbol, and i start saying "Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Hey guys? COME ON! COME ON! COME ON!" And they eventually see what i mean, and know that they are going to die, if they stay there. The midget runs first, and we all make it out the doors.
Matt, from MacHall, and I are in this big Cadillac, and he's talking about how he should have died, in there, and he starts driving toward the building, again. He's going to ram into it, to set things right. I tell him not to.
We're on the road, leading away, and it looks like a cross between the Virginia Country-side, and Jamaica. He says something about being in Amsterdam, and killing himself, and how, if he does, he would still have all of the papers and projects, hanging over his head. He decides to just keep driving, instead.
Part of me is in the DoomQuake Catacombs, exploring, walking around small passageways, and halls. It's ok that i'm there. They know me. I wake up
Voltaire - [The Headless Waltz]--- And that's that. There was something else about D.C., but i don't remember it too well. In stupider news, i think that i may have copied my entire LJ to my father, with my speech, and the part about lighting a cigarette. (Voltaire - [Alchemy Mondays]). Dad suspected that i smoked, but i think, now, he may Know it... unless i cut that out... or unless he doesn't care. Either way, it doesn't really matter. I'm making the Go for quitting, now, anyway. Yesterday was bad day to start quitting, though, let me tell you... The beginning of the night was Hell.
Voltaire - [The Last Word]--- Well, anyway, i'm off. Licks and nips all around, but the best ones for those who know who they are.
I'm in a museum, in New York, and it's like the weird museum from a place a long time ago. There are Symbols, on the walls, and there are three or four other people with me. Each symbol is a different Brick in the wall. We've all been here before, which means we're badasses. A Giant stone head, over a fire place/entrance to the lower catacombs of the place (Which looks like Doom and Quake, underneath) asks us to choose, and show our impartiality, through our choosing. We're stuck in some kind of time loop, because i know that no one can read the symbols, and that i'm the only one who remembers what happens, when we pick the wrong ones. We're in D.C. They can't read them symbols, and i know that they are in some strange variant of Hebrew, Sumerian, and Egyptian. They are about to pick one, randomly, instead of picking the one that means "Balance/Justice," which is the one we are supposed to pick, and i know that soon the arrows,a nd spears, and darts will start flying from the wall, and we'll have to jump into the fire place, go down, and be attacked by the denizens. Instead, before they pick, i go to the door to outside, and I open it. They pick a random symbol, and i start saying "Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Hey guys? COME ON! COME ON! COME ON!" And they eventually see what i mean, and know that they are going to die, if they stay there. The midget runs first, and we all make it out the doors.
Matt, from MacHall, and I are in this big Cadillac, and he's talking about how he should have died, in there, and he starts driving toward the building, again. He's going to ram into it, to set things right. I tell him not to.
We're on the road, leading away, and it looks like a cross between the Virginia Country-side, and Jamaica. He says something about being in Amsterdam, and killing himself, and how, if he does, he would still have all of the papers and projects, hanging over his head. He decides to just keep driving, instead.
Part of me is in the DoomQuake Catacombs, exploring, walking around small passageways, and halls. It's ok that i'm there. They know me. I wake up
Voltaire - [The Headless Waltz]--- And that's that. There was something else about D.C., but i don't remember it too well. In stupider news, i think that i may have copied my entire LJ to my father, with my speech, and the part about lighting a cigarette. (Voltaire - [Alchemy Mondays]). Dad suspected that i smoked, but i think, now, he may Know it... unless i cut that out... or unless he doesn't care. Either way, it doesn't really matter. I'm making the Go for quitting, now, anyway. Yesterday was bad day to start quitting, though, let me tell you... The beginning of the night was Hell.
Voltaire - [The Last Word]--- Well, anyway, i'm off. Licks and nips all around, but the best ones for those who know who they are.
