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wolven7I'm walking through an RV parking lot that is also my great-aunt's house, at night, with my cousin. I have, in my hand, five hypodermic needles, and i toss one of them to my cousin. He catches it, takes a out a spoon and some crack, melts the crack, mixes it with heroin and shoots it up. He continues to follow me to the car, but looking more shifty, like he's going to try to steal what's in my car, that i'm About to Give him. I shif the positions of the needles in my hand, now one needle, in such a way taht he knows that if he tries something, he gets it in the neck. No words are spoken.
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teididh, in Patrick's apartment complex, which is also an Oglethorpe dorm, and we're trying to get to a park, in the inner court yard. I'm trying to keep her away from Patrick's apartment, and she goes to the apartment/motel manager, to get the key to the park. A flash of inside Patrick's apartment. Disheveled, him lying against the door. Reminds me of Howard Hughes, from before. She gets the key we go to the park...
Bits and pieces of Patrick's apartment, two entrances. It's on the top floor and the bottom. Feels like a town house.
I wake up, briefly
Have some conversations with my family, feel Ill, don't go to work, call in, leave messages with bosess. Asleep again.
Travelling in a car with people that feel like Kitty Pride and Kurt (NightCrawler), from X-Men:Evolution. But Kurt is... stupider than he really is, and more... ghetto-fabulous. He's having some kind of issue that means he's Sick/Invisible, and we have to get him new boots. We go to a convenience store, where we see a cop pull up. It's a High's Dairy, i know, from around here. We go into it, and it's a gas station store, and we travel out the back, and around to the front, up a hill, to avoid the cop, and steal the boots that he set down at the back of his truck. Getting his boots, we leave, and go back to the Aparment Complex/Town House development.
I'm in my town House in Gathersburg, which is also my dad's house from 13th and F, and has the stair/front room set up of his house, now. Upstairs, in the rooms that are set up like 13th and F, and my dad's old apartment, there are transformers, and i'm making them merge together, because there is something that they need to fight. All of the Autobots, begin to merge into this one, giant MultiArmed Bot. it goes through stages of Look, Ability, and Intelligence. In it's final stage, it is only able to Destroy and has no Conscious mind, for anything but that. I run out the door, and down the hallway... For, seriously, i think, 5/12 minutes. I set the self-destruct, on the Bot, and i know what there's something, else, in the other rooms. Flashes of Venom and Carnage, from Spider-Man, and the Hive minds of their symbiotes. My mother is running out the door, and i'm down the stairs, following her, when i notice that there is something on the ceiling. It's multi-coloured, and -faceted, and -armed, and -legged, and it thinks of me as "Daddy." It feeds on sorrow and pain, and hate, and anger, and people doing horrible things to each other. I know that if it gets loose, it'll destroy/consume the world, and i tell theis to my mom, who reminds me of Ender's Mom, at this point, to Peter. She's hanging in the threshold, looking outside, making sure the way is clear, and she says "So take care of it." It starts slithercrawling toward me, and wanting to leave, with me. At this point, i AM Venom, and I say "You want pain? Have This." And i send it Sorrow. A dpth of pain that was the Sorrow of every Fallen Angel that thinks of home, the Sorrow of every non-Fallen, that thinks of it's brothers and Sisters, lost of Home, the sorrow of those who think of battle, and know what they lose, everytime, what they gain, and the sorrow that IS the Choice that is made, every time. The Sorrow of every living thing, and every thing they've lost, and the interconnections of pain, sorrow, and Everything, between every Thing that exists. And it Dies. It dies, from over-load, and i start Uncreating it, erasing it from the fabric of reality. But i don't finish. I end up Striking Through its last few words/notes/whatever's in the Book of Creation, which i'm holding, but not erasing them. I go to the door, and my mom see'sbakeneko, in the yard, in kittie form, and says "She looks sick. Is she going to be ok?" I tell her that we'll find out, but we have to Go, Now. I leave the House. I wake up
See what i mean? Fucked Up. The.. thing on the ceiling... i think that was... or at least a form of.. the thing in the Douglas House... And that worries me...
But alas, what can be done? If the dream had any bearing on the Waking, however, then the Ick in the House is Dead, and now it's simply It own personality, and all the OTHER Shit in there... Problems with that place include the fact that there's So Much Weird Shit, that it kind of... Lends itself to breeding those kinds of things... Too much bad= Really Bad. Too Much Good would probably lead to some kind of Flowery Hippy Crap. No Offense. ;)
Anyway, that's it from me, for now.
I'm walking around with
teididh, in Patrick's apartment complex, which is also an Oglethorpe dorm, and we're trying to get to a park, in the inner court yard. I'm trying to keep her away from Patrick's apartment, and she goes to the apartment/motel manager, to get the key to the park. A flash of inside Patrick's apartment. Disheveled, him lying against the door. Reminds me of Howard Hughes, from before. She gets the key we go to the park...Bits and pieces of Patrick's apartment, two entrances. It's on the top floor and the bottom. Feels like a town house.
I wake up, briefly
Have some conversations with my family, feel Ill, don't go to work, call in, leave messages with bosess. Asleep again.
Travelling in a car with people that feel like Kitty Pride and Kurt (NightCrawler), from X-Men:Evolution. But Kurt is... stupider than he really is, and more... ghetto-fabulous. He's having some kind of issue that means he's Sick/Invisible, and we have to get him new boots. We go to a convenience store, where we see a cop pull up. It's a High's Dairy, i know, from around here. We go into it, and it's a gas station store, and we travel out the back, and around to the front, up a hill, to avoid the cop, and steal the boots that he set down at the back of his truck. Getting his boots, we leave, and go back to the Aparment Complex/Town House development.
I'm in my town House in Gathersburg, which is also my dad's house from 13th and F, and has the stair/front room set up of his house, now. Upstairs, in the rooms that are set up like 13th and F, and my dad's old apartment, there are transformers, and i'm making them merge together, because there is something that they need to fight. All of the Autobots, begin to merge into this one, giant MultiArmed Bot. it goes through stages of Look, Ability, and Intelligence. In it's final stage, it is only able to Destroy and has no Conscious mind, for anything but that. I run out the door, and down the hallway... For, seriously, i think, 5/12 minutes. I set the self-destruct, on the Bot, and i know what there's something, else, in the other rooms. Flashes of Venom and Carnage, from Spider-Man, and the Hive minds of their symbiotes. My mother is running out the door, and i'm down the stairs, following her, when i notice that there is something on the ceiling. It's multi-coloured, and -faceted, and -armed, and -legged, and it thinks of me as "Daddy." It feeds on sorrow and pain, and hate, and anger, and people doing horrible things to each other. I know that if it gets loose, it'll destroy/consume the world, and i tell theis to my mom, who reminds me of Ender's Mom, at this point, to Peter. She's hanging in the threshold, looking outside, making sure the way is clear, and she says "So take care of it." It starts slithercrawling toward me, and wanting to leave, with me. At this point, i AM Venom, and I say "You want pain? Have This." And i send it Sorrow. A dpth of pain that was the Sorrow of every Fallen Angel that thinks of home, the Sorrow of every non-Fallen, that thinks of it's brothers and Sisters, lost of Home, the sorrow of those who think of battle, and know what they lose, everytime, what they gain, and the sorrow that IS the Choice that is made, every time. The Sorrow of every living thing, and every thing they've lost, and the interconnections of pain, sorrow, and Everything, between every Thing that exists. And it Dies. It dies, from over-load, and i start Uncreating it, erasing it from the fabric of reality. But i don't finish. I end up Striking Through its last few words/notes/whatever's in the Book of Creation, which i'm holding, but not erasing them. I go to the door, and my mom see's
bakeneko, in the yard, in kittie form, and says "She looks sick. Is she going to be ok?" I tell her that we'll find out, but we have to Go, Now. I leave the House. I wake upSee what i mean? Fucked Up. The.. thing on the ceiling... i think that was... or at least a form of.. the thing in the Douglas House... And that worries me...
But alas, what can be done? If the dream had any bearing on the Waking, however, then the Ick in the House is Dead, and now it's simply It own personality, and all the OTHER Shit in there... Problems with that place include the fact that there's So Much Weird Shit, that it kind of... Lends itself to breeding those kinds of things... Too much bad= Really Bad. Too Much Good would probably lead to some kind of Flowery Hippy Crap. No Offense. ;)
Anyway, that's it from me, for now.
you see, if only you'd taken my idea
Date: 2003-07-31 04:02 pm (UTC)-Patrick
Re: you see, if only you'd taken my idea
Date: 2003-07-31 05:09 pm (UTC)About the room, Done And DONE.
Re: you see, if only you'd taken my idea
Date: 2003-07-31 06:11 pm (UTC)that's not how you uncreate....that's how the world is Created....
you'd have infinite reflections all seen from different angles and different distances...you'd multiply it into manifestation :-P
-sister anonymous
Re: you see, if only you'd taken my idea