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Jun. 22nd, 2003 02:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Prodigy - [Narayan]--- So i want to write a book. This was one of the thoughts in my ehad as i fell asleep at five o'clock, this morning. I want to write a book, and i want to put in it all of my thoughts about reality. Talking about everything from Dreams, and War, to why cellular life is an analogue of the binary system. *smile* (Jack Off Jill - [When I Am Queen]). I need to have conversations like last night's, more often. Still some things i need to work out, in my head, and i'll do that as i do that whole mind numbing envelope stuffing, today. And i'll probably do some Writing, later. Essay, perhaps, or stream of consciousness... Maybe here, maybe elsewhere...
I'm trying to recollect the dreams. (Brazil - [Brazil Main Theme]). {11.40: Dreams, remembered:
I'm playing/living Super Mario Bros., and there's a stage for jumping on top of vines and levels, and getting above clouds. The stage, above the clouds, is both Heaven and Hell, and Mario has to get there, to prove that they exist. Mario gets to the top of the clouds, and then falls into the water, below.
I'm Bobby Shaftoe, and i'm swimming away from a U-Boat. I'm also in a Bomber, that's flying under the water, keeping pace with the U-Boat, trying o sink it. I can't, and it shoots at Bobby/me. I manage to swim away from them, but they hit My sub,which is end up, in the watter, but it's supposed to be, because it's a transmitter. the torpedoes explode on the hull, but don't pierce it. Someone sticks their head out of the hatch, and yells at me. The plane shoots down the U-Boat. I'm clibming up a triangular tower, to the left side of the sub, when facing it. i'm climbing on the inside, and the outside. I get to the top, and there's a woman, there. She's my wife. She's talking about these special forces Marines, and how hardcore they are. I look to my left, and they're standing there, on the platform. They salute. They are mental projections of my wife's.
We're watching Alien ships land, and my wife is one of the aliens. We have a daughter, and she's been kissing/giving hickeys to boys. The aliens keep landing, and we're helping each other. My wife is talking to someone about our daughter, and she upset, but surprised and proud. I wake up}
I love my dream life.
By the way, the subject line of this post is what i want the title of my bbook to be... i wonder if censorius types will allow that....
Later.
I'm trying to recollect the dreams. (Brazil - [Brazil Main Theme]). {11.40: Dreams, remembered:
I'm playing/living Super Mario Bros., and there's a stage for jumping on top of vines and levels, and getting above clouds. The stage, above the clouds, is both Heaven and Hell, and Mario has to get there, to prove that they exist. Mario gets to the top of the clouds, and then falls into the water, below.
I'm Bobby Shaftoe, and i'm swimming away from a U-Boat. I'm also in a Bomber, that's flying under the water, keeping pace with the U-Boat, trying o sink it. I can't, and it shoots at Bobby/me. I manage to swim away from them, but they hit My sub,which is end up, in the watter, but it's supposed to be, because it's a transmitter. the torpedoes explode on the hull, but don't pierce it. Someone sticks their head out of the hatch, and yells at me. The plane shoots down the U-Boat. I'm clibming up a triangular tower, to the left side of the sub, when facing it. i'm climbing on the inside, and the outside. I get to the top, and there's a woman, there. She's my wife. She's talking about these special forces Marines, and how hardcore they are. I look to my left, and they're standing there, on the platform. They salute. They are mental projections of my wife's.
We're watching Alien ships land, and my wife is one of the aliens. We have a daughter, and she's been kissing/giving hickeys to boys. The aliens keep landing, and we're helping each other. My wife is talking to someone about our daughter, and she upset, but surprised and proud. I wake up}
I love my dream life.
By the way, the subject line of this post is what i want the title of my bbook to be... i wonder if censorius types will allow that....
Later.
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Date: 2003-06-22 10:17 pm (UTC)Me three.
Date: 2003-06-23 11:47 am (UTC)Actually, it's more because your dreaming is much like Gaiman's Dream of Cats (not to be confused with Pratchett's Death fo Rats).
-Sylphiel