It's Friday....
Feb. 8th, 2002 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Thank gods... Sleep was interesting last nyte. Left the heat on, all nyte, so i woke up stuffy and sinus achey. That's always fun. Gotta call some people today. Hanging out and such. Got a few things to talk about , here, but first, My Dreams.
i'm in some futuristic place, that reminds me of a cross between Blade Runner, 12 Monkeys, and 1984. i'm supposed to be working as a bounty hunter for the local "Big Brother," but i've left and now i'm being hunted by people. At some point i'm in a class room with some people whose faces i don't remember, and they're writing diagrams and plans on one of those flipover chalk boards. They mention how there are lots of people, not just me, being sent back in tyme. They say something about someone i know, in the dream, and she's the head of one of the programs. The lady from 12 Monkeys, at the end.
i'm climbing over a barbed wire fence, trying to get away from some cops. i had found another one of the tyme travellers, but he was rapidly losing his memory and sense of reality. i tried to talk to him, and convince him to come with me, but he screamed, and some cops showed up. Away from the cops, back in the classroom, we continue talking about these things.
i'm on some giant ledge, with a city all around me. There are two people behind me, not including the giant television screen with "Big Brother's" face on it. The two people are Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar, from "Neverwhere." We talk about something or another. They push me off a ledge, onto a lower ledge, where my body dies, but i don't. i go elsewhere. Still within the dream. (This is where it gets fuzzy.) i remember a tank room, where bodies are being grown, and going into one. At that point, someone starts talking to me about what i'm going to do, if i want to live. i say something that basically means i refuse. They say something else. i see people around me. And the room is small. i wake up
Saw bits and pieces of 12 Monkeys, last nyte, so that's understood. The other shit i haven't seen, read, or heard in at least 2 weeks. Anyway. About the other stuff i wanted to talk to you all about. Something i found interesting:
On the subject of Body Memory, meaning that bodies remember their limbs, even after they're gone, i've realised, or rather, pulled into conscious realisation, that my body remembers every sensation it's ever had. Every experience, every fall, scrape, hug, punch, whatever. It's all still there. i doubt i'm alone, here, but hell, most people don't want to think about it. Most people look for the all-over answer to Del's question: "What's the word for when you forget what it felt like to make love to someone you liked really long time ago?" And i'm of the opinion that, yes, that word is "Mercy." Bah, i'm probably confusing some people, and making others uncomfortable. i guess i'll stop, now, with this thought:
Body memories can never be erased, but they can be overwritten. If an experience, similar to the one you had there, before, should be had, the original experience will most likely take a backseat. Humans tend to arrange their minds in that sort of linear manner. ;-\ Good Days. Good Nytes. Dream Well
i'm in some futuristic place, that reminds me of a cross between Blade Runner, 12 Monkeys, and 1984. i'm supposed to be working as a bounty hunter for the local "Big Brother," but i've left and now i'm being hunted by people. At some point i'm in a class room with some people whose faces i don't remember, and they're writing diagrams and plans on one of those flipover chalk boards. They mention how there are lots of people, not just me, being sent back in tyme. They say something about someone i know, in the dream, and she's the head of one of the programs. The lady from 12 Monkeys, at the end.
i'm climbing over a barbed wire fence, trying to get away from some cops. i had found another one of the tyme travellers, but he was rapidly losing his memory and sense of reality. i tried to talk to him, and convince him to come with me, but he screamed, and some cops showed up. Away from the cops, back in the classroom, we continue talking about these things.
i'm on some giant ledge, with a city all around me. There are two people behind me, not including the giant television screen with "Big Brother's" face on it. The two people are Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar, from "Neverwhere." We talk about something or another. They push me off a ledge, onto a lower ledge, where my body dies, but i don't. i go elsewhere. Still within the dream. (This is where it gets fuzzy.) i remember a tank room, where bodies are being grown, and going into one. At that point, someone starts talking to me about what i'm going to do, if i want to live. i say something that basically means i refuse. They say something else. i see people around me. And the room is small. i wake up
Saw bits and pieces of 12 Monkeys, last nyte, so that's understood. The other shit i haven't seen, read, or heard in at least 2 weeks. Anyway. About the other stuff i wanted to talk to you all about. Something i found interesting:
On the subject of Body Memory, meaning that bodies remember their limbs, even after they're gone, i've realised, or rather, pulled into conscious realisation, that my body remembers every sensation it's ever had. Every experience, every fall, scrape, hug, punch, whatever. It's all still there. i doubt i'm alone, here, but hell, most people don't want to think about it. Most people look for the all-over answer to Del's question: "What's the word for when you forget what it felt like to make love to someone you liked really long time ago?" And i'm of the opinion that, yes, that word is "Mercy." Bah, i'm probably confusing some people, and making others uncomfortable. i guess i'll stop, now, with this thought:
Body memories can never be erased, but they can be overwritten. If an experience, similar to the one you had there, before, should be had, the original experience will most likely take a backseat. Humans tend to arrange their minds in that sort of linear manner. ;-\ Good Days. Good Nytes. Dream Well
