The Killing Time, [Un]Willingly Mine.
Oct. 5th, 2003 03:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Yoko Kanno - [Rain]--- So, dreams, of recent, have not exactly reflected the daily Life, so much as they've reflected the inner worries, if worries they can be truly called. (Snake River Conspiracy - [Casualty]). I'm dealing, as per Always with the ramifications of the beliefs that i don't meet new people. Even when i Randomly introduce myself to a person, in a courtyard, someone i've Never seen before, and someone who doesn't know, at first glance, anyone i know-- even then, i find that they know several people i know, and while, yes, i did randomly introduce myself, it's a wonder we haven't met sooner. This is reflected in my dream states.
People, in my mind are combining, and synthesizing, and making entirely new creatures, with not necessaily the best aspects of any of them. Most of the time, it's simply odd. Last night's dream was me, Patrick,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raoin, Mandy, from Crystal Blue, and this chick with brunette hair, who was a combination of several people. (Wolfsheim - [Künstliche Welten]). In the end, there, we were in a place that was a combination of the Gyspy market in little five points, the place that used to be Innovox, and a completely different City. Part of Georgetown. Part of The Market. And all of these people and places knew each other, and were there, for their indiviual reasons, each. And i was there to observe. I was there, because it was expected of me, even though i was serving no real purpose by being there, as far as i could tell. (Res - [Let Love]) It ended with us, sitting in the ower level of this place, waiting for someone, all of us sitting around a low table, on bean-bag chairs. Ther was something, else, in there, about the Hunting seasons... nothing to do with guns, though. Stalking Prey.
The night before last... it was simply rather disturbing. People who i don't think would ever want to be in the same room with each other, again, all driving around, hanging out, and going to a Movie/Opera, together. It wasmichette, Luke, and Chris. There were a few others, there, too. A Lot of people, at this show. Something about Luke, and his manner of being. Him explaining why something was, in that respect, with a kind of saddened resignation. Everyone got along, then. Everyone let everyone be.
Dreams of people coming together, again, where once there was hatred, distance, &c. It was not a Liking, but a civility, and a Letting Be. No thorough Hostility...
The dream, last night, had very much the essence of Fall... the feeling, the air taste, the smells, all of it.. Verging on the Winter edge, there, though...
Reflections of life, in their ways, i suppose. Twining and circling.
I'll se you all later. I have to go find money, so i can wash clothes. Bye.
People, in my mind are combining, and synthesizing, and making entirely new creatures, with not necessaily the best aspects of any of them. Most of the time, it's simply odd. Last night's dream was me, Patrick,
raoin, Mandy, from Crystal Blue, and this chick with brunette hair, who was a combination of several people. (Wolfsheim - [Künstliche Welten]). In the end, there, we were in a place that was a combination of the Gyspy market in little five points, the place that used to be Innovox, and a completely different City. Part of Georgetown. Part of The Market. And all of these people and places knew each other, and were there, for their indiviual reasons, each. And i was there to observe. I was there, because it was expected of me, even though i was serving no real purpose by being there, as far as i could tell. (Res - [Let Love]) It ended with us, sitting in the ower level of this place, waiting for someone, all of us sitting around a low table, on bean-bag chairs. Ther was something, else, in there, about the Hunting seasons... nothing to do with guns, though. Stalking Prey.The night before last... it was simply rather disturbing. People who i don't think would ever want to be in the same room with each other, again, all driving around, hanging out, and going to a Movie/Opera, together. It was
michette, Luke, and Chris. There were a few others, there, too. A Lot of people, at this show. Something about Luke, and his manner of being. Him explaining why something was, in that respect, with a kind of saddened resignation. Everyone got along, then. Everyone let everyone be.Dreams of people coming together, again, where once there was hatred, distance, &c. It was not a Liking, but a civility, and a Letting Be. No thorough Hostility...
The dream, last night, had very much the essence of Fall... the feeling, the air taste, the smells, all of it.. Verging on the Winter edge, there, though...
Reflections of life, in their ways, i suppose. Twining and circling.
I'll se you all later. I have to go find money, so i can wash clothes. Bye.
