wolven7 | Nine Hours of Sleep, day two

Skinny Puppy - [Morter]--- And this the second song, in this vein, in a row. And the second song the Omnes playlist has tossed up, since i opened it. The first was "Totmacher," by Wümpscüt. (Oingo Boingo - [No One Lives Forever]). Ok, what the fuck is going on, winamp? Am i Dying? Are you trying to encourage me to Kill someone/-thing? Or are you simply reminding me of things? Either way, whatever.

Last night's dreams were long and convoluted, again, and the only part i can clearly remember is being with

mech_angel, a girl who was a combination of my ex-girlfriend Charlotte and

absinthetics, Merry and Pippin, and some Sergeant guy, who was a combination of Stephen Root (Jimmy James, on "News Radio"), Stephen First, my dad, and my mom's father. He had the personalities of all of those people, at various times, and we were in my great-aunt's house. (D'redd - [A Faerie's Heart]). He was a science teacher, of some sort, and there was something about caverns, and explorng, and caverns that i've dreamed before, of course. Anyway, i asked a question about making a laser pointer into an actual cutting Laser. A plan that i had come up with, when i was a very little kid. Well, i was about six. And he started off the explaination with the principles of physics, and was severely boring me. And then Mery and Pippin gave up, because they saw

mech_angel's and Charlotte/

absinthetics' project. They were working together, on some kind of rocket, made with tennis balls, and napalm. There's the feeling of Hell and Catacombs, and death, throughout the whole of the thing, like we were all in Hell's science class. Anyway, we took a break to see them go outside to start their demonstration, test it, and

mech_angel tells me that she has to run this trial, but that she'll be back to help me with my project, no matter what. I said ok, and went back to dealing with the Sergeant, and held the screen door open for him, as he gathered all of his things, including an umbrella which i know is a sword. There's athe half-memory, in there, of fighting someone. Of cutting someone, but not, really, of Being cut. I think i killed someone, in my dream. Hm. But i'm also pretty sure that he was a Fuck, if i did. And that, if i did, it's not the first time he'd been killed that way. Well, as i was holding the door, i saw Charlotte/

absinthetics standing on my cousin's porch, next door. I waved to try to get her attention and say hi, but she ignored me. I headed back inside, thinking to myself about how much i really want to learn this shit. That's when i woke up.

There are othre, partially remembered, dystopian visions, in my head. A subway tunnel, a futuristic sky-line, catacombs full of mutants, or maybe demons. People with Powers, running around. Me killing (maybe) that guy. Cutting and fighting with him (definately) , at least. Who knows. I woke up, rather abruptly, as i walked back in the house to finish finding out if my laser idea were a feasible one. Definately the feeling of catacombs and that subway station from the dream where i rode my CD player like a skateboard and was Daredevil, evertime i think of the laser section. I think that was what was below the house.

Lamb - [B Line]--- Maybe i'll remember more as the day wears on. Maybe i won't. Either way, a shower is in order. I'll see you all later.

Ta

{Ok, that's a little better, winamp. It's working on that Trying to Cheer People Up, thing. God Lives Underwater - [Happy] followed by Handsome Boy Modeling School& Miho Hatori of Cibo Matto - [Metaphysical]. I'm ok with that. Even if the first, only in Title. :)}

{{There was also something about my Oregon Chai, and my little pints of milk, in the dream, too. Very Strange.}}