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wolven7My dreams last night were... Really Fucked up.
There is a woman, in a hospital, wandering around, after being there, for some unkown reason, but it starts when she's at her sink, which is like a few old sinks of mine, and the kitchen from the Simpsons. Next thing, she's walking through the hospital, which is a psych ward, and she's looking at all of the doors. She see's one door, and through the window, next to it. That door is unlike all of the others, and it is the key to what she needs. She knows that it's the door out of her head.
Inside of the room that she sees is John Malcovich, and he's being treated by an Alien Psychiatrist, who asks him isf he just saw himself, outside of himself. If he knew what that meant. Was he making a breakthrough? Then he tosses him in something that looked like an old teleporter, from Star-Trek, and shocks the hell out of him. And talks to some other people (aliens), in the room, about "the plans," and there is a panoramic view, out of a huge window. Back to the small cramped room.
Back outside, the woman. Freaked out. Back to the house she was in...
Malcovich seeing himself, as the woman, seeing herself as Malcovich, both being each other, and there was somthing about a gas station, and some other stuff.. it was Really jumbled, aReally kind of disturbing. The whole thing felt like... Psychological Horror Noir. If you can but dig that.
Everything made sense, in it's way, but there was the constant feeling of... mental humidity. Not the Water, so much as the Closeness, and the pressure, and feeling like i was swimming through the entire thing, as if the air were thick enough, but not at all moist. Perfectly dry. and it felt Dark, not bright, and there was much of the sepia and the Gold... like a light dried blood, and Gates of Heaven, so bright you can barely see them through the glare, but tarnished, so they don't really shine That much kind of thing... All of that, at once....
Yeah...
I Dream Strange.
There is a woman, in a hospital, wandering around, after being there, for some unkown reason, but it starts when she's at her sink, which is like a few old sinks of mine, and the kitchen from the Simpsons. Next thing, she's walking through the hospital, which is a psych ward, and she's looking at all of the doors. She see's one door, and through the window, next to it. That door is unlike all of the others, and it is the key to what she needs. She knows that it's the door out of her head.
Inside of the room that she sees is John Malcovich, and he's being treated by an Alien Psychiatrist, who asks him isf he just saw himself, outside of himself. If he knew what that meant. Was he making a breakthrough? Then he tosses him in something that looked like an old teleporter, from Star-Trek, and shocks the hell out of him. And talks to some other people (aliens), in the room, about "the plans," and there is a panoramic view, out of a huge window. Back to the small cramped room.
Back outside, the woman. Freaked out. Back to the house she was in...
Malcovich seeing himself, as the woman, seeing herself as Malcovich, both being each other, and there was somthing about a gas station, and some other stuff.. it was Really jumbled, aReally kind of disturbing. The whole thing felt like... Psychological Horror Noir. If you can but dig that.
Everything made sense, in it's way, but there was the constant feeling of... mental humidity. Not the Water, so much as the Closeness, and the pressure, and feeling like i was swimming through the entire thing, as if the air were thick enough, but not at all moist. Perfectly dry. and it felt Dark, not bright, and there was much of the sepia and the Gold... like a light dried blood, and Gates of Heaven, so bright you can barely see them through the glare, but tarnished, so they don't really shine That much kind of thing... All of that, at once....
Yeah...
I Dream Strange.
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Old...And New...
Date: 2003-08-07 02:20 pm (UTC)Where my art-ing headspace is a lot...Feels like Home.
Re: Old...And New...
It's
Date: 2003-08-09 08:18 pm (UTC)Either capitalize them I's or drop that aypo-strophe in yer it'ses.
I kinnae take much more, cap'n! I'm goin' to blow!
Re: It's
Date: 2003-08-09 09:44 pm (UTC)I tend not to Care, anymore, and I'll capitalise, when i Remember to do so. Kind of like Morpheus and a Shadow, that way.