Hm. Dreams of findings.
Aug. 10th, 2003 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7MC Chris - [Hijack]--- It starts in my apartment building which is also my aunt Ella's house, and there are people, there, that i kind of know. I decide to gout outside and wander around, and, where the chain link fence is, on the parking lot of my complex, there is a series of low hedges, with three rows of barbed wire, hiden in them. We're tramping through the rows, and i realise that i lost a sock, out here, last time i escaped/did laundry. I ask people to help me look for it, under the cars. We find several socks, none of them are mine.
I'm in school, at Georgia State, and the whole thing is set up like a loading dock, or Greek Houses, Levels, and steps, and very Squared. All concrete and Black Monolith substance. No light escapes. I'm leaving a class with Misty, and some other guy that we seem to know. And it's the class break/field trip to Georgia Tech, because it all looks like the student centre, there, and every one starts smoking. I don't. I wander around, some more, talking to people, and this guy in a shirt with what appears to be a form of Ancient Hebrew written on it, starts coming up and talking to me, like he's trying to be my buddy, like he's trying to convert me. Also like hie's joking, and knows that that's not going to happen. There are more people, around, in the Ancient Hebrew shirts, and i can't Read them, but i have something, of my own, some piece of Tech, that has the same writing on it
I'm driving around a City, with my dad, and the City is a futuristic conglomerate of the Chesapeake Bay area, Baltimore, and parts of Viginia that i travelled through when on the bus back from Philly. There are sky cars, and tube ways, and everything is shinny, but that's ok, because it's near dawn, for six or seven hours. We're wandering around, on these huge, Arcing over passes, that sweep up so oyu can see the whole city, below you, and off to your sides. Sweeping parabolas of concrete travel way. This is the same time period as the School and the Apartment. We're flying, and we come up to this building, and i'm searchiing for a Very Specific rooftop courtyard, one that i remember, from Home, and we reach one t hat nearly approximates it, and my dad and i land on the roof, boot-sole touchdown, and we walk over to the main table, in the middle of the courtyard. Marylin Manson, as Julie Taymor's Emperor Saturnine, is there, and next to him is what looks like White Zombie Bassist Sean Yseult, if she were a friend of Saturnine, and in Manson's Band. But it's not Her. The internals are not her, the mental processes aren't, and it takes me a second to place who it is. She looks me in the eye, from four seats down, and across the table, and runs her tongue across her lips and her teeth. I hold her gaze and run my tongue down my right canine, across the ridges of my incisors, and up and then down my left canine. Dinner/Breakfast/whatever continues. It is still near dawn. Half-Grey halflight, with a perpetual ridge of Gold at the horizon line. It is time to go. My dad and i leave, and we're travelling, on one of the parabolas, again, and we can see the docks, which fluctuate between being water border and more solid city. We see a dog, in an alley. There's still the feeling of all the other parts of the dream.
Julie Taymor did a version of "Titus," with. Anthony Hopkins. See It, if you haven't. (MC Chris - [Cookie Breath]). So those were the dreams. Very odd, but not at all unheard of.
Lush - [Ciao!]--- For having such a vicious nature, this song sure is fun. Oh wait...
{Just re-remembered a section of Dream: i am watching and Am In "A Clockwork Orange," and the Ludivico techniques have been combined with a kind of "Running Man"/"Logan's Run" style punishment system. And my supposed droogs are in the audience, watching, smecking away. They see me/Alex, and our travails, oh my brothers, but do nothing to help. WE're on our oddy knocky.
I think that was before the apartment, or before the School, but i don't know, for sure. Anyway. Thought you'd... Well, i wanted to put it.}
I'm in school, at Georgia State, and the whole thing is set up like a loading dock, or Greek Houses, Levels, and steps, and very Squared. All concrete and Black Monolith substance. No light escapes. I'm leaving a class with Misty, and some other guy that we seem to know. And it's the class break/field trip to Georgia Tech, because it all looks like the student centre, there, and every one starts smoking. I don't. I wander around, some more, talking to people, and this guy in a shirt with what appears to be a form of Ancient Hebrew written on it, starts coming up and talking to me, like he's trying to be my buddy, like he's trying to convert me. Also like hie's joking, and knows that that's not going to happen. There are more people, around, in the Ancient Hebrew shirts, and i can't Read them, but i have something, of my own, some piece of Tech, that has the same writing on it
I'm driving around a City, with my dad, and the City is a futuristic conglomerate of the Chesapeake Bay area, Baltimore, and parts of Viginia that i travelled through when on the bus back from Philly. There are sky cars, and tube ways, and everything is shinny, but that's ok, because it's near dawn, for six or seven hours. We're wandering around, on these huge, Arcing over passes, that sweep up so oyu can see the whole city, below you, and off to your sides. Sweeping parabolas of concrete travel way. This is the same time period as the School and the Apartment. We're flying, and we come up to this building, and i'm searchiing for a Very Specific rooftop courtyard, one that i remember, from Home, and we reach one t hat nearly approximates it, and my dad and i land on the roof, boot-sole touchdown, and we walk over to the main table, in the middle of the courtyard. Marylin Manson, as Julie Taymor's Emperor Saturnine, is there, and next to him is what looks like White Zombie Bassist Sean Yseult, if she were a friend of Saturnine, and in Manson's Band. But it's not Her. The internals are not her, the mental processes aren't, and it takes me a second to place who it is. She looks me in the eye, from four seats down, and across the table, and runs her tongue across her lips and her teeth. I hold her gaze and run my tongue down my right canine, across the ridges of my incisors, and up and then down my left canine. Dinner/Breakfast/whatever continues. It is still near dawn. Half-Grey halflight, with a perpetual ridge of Gold at the horizon line. It is time to go. My dad and i leave, and we're travelling, on one of the parabolas, again, and we can see the docks, which fluctuate between being water border and more solid city. We see a dog, in an alley. There's still the feeling of all the other parts of the dream.
Julie Taymor did a version of "Titus," with. Anthony Hopkins. See It, if you haven't. (MC Chris - [Cookie Breath]). So those were the dreams. Very odd, but not at all unheard of.
Lush - [Ciao!]--- For having such a vicious nature, this song sure is fun. Oh wait...
{Just re-remembered a section of Dream: i am watching and Am In "A Clockwork Orange," and the Ludivico techniques have been combined with a kind of "Running Man"/"Logan's Run" style punishment system. And my supposed droogs are in the audience, watching, smecking away. They see me/Alex, and our travails, oh my brothers, but do nothing to help. WE're on our oddy knocky.
I think that was before the apartment, or before the School, but i don't know, for sure. Anyway. Thought you'd... Well, i wanted to put it.}
