Well. That was Expected
Oct. 11th, 2003 01:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Jack Off Jill - [American Made (Tweeker Remix) pod]--- Dreamed in "Kill Bill," last night, with a little Revolution, thrown in, for good measure. Massive Fights, and Battles, dealing with a Show/Moive iwas watching, called "The Last Stand of Optimus Soldad." I slashed Optimus, in the back, and I tried to kill StarScream, several times. each time, he kind of Fixed it, and let me try again, until i simply Stopped. (Sigur Rós - [Mistur]). There was stuff about Mortal Combat characters, mainly Smoke, and both Sub-Zeros, killing one of the Sub-Zeros, and, while he was PermaFreezing to death, cutting off a piece of him, to watch it fractal and crystalise, in the air, which turned into a grid. Was watching this, while in a room, oin my grand mother's house, with Many other people. (Fishbone - [Party at Ground Zero]). There was a commercial being shot, and there was a Hyena-like animal, only that's not what it was, and it was Trained and not, of it's nature, Vicious, really. More playful. Things about small children, who may have been my cousins.
That was in backwards order, because the commercial/sitting int he room came first, then the watching/living the show movie thing. Before that, nothignt but impressions, and feelings. Samurai, and Revenge, and Determination.
Then i woke up, again, six hours after i'd gone to sleep. No reason, simply the end of that dream, and iwas awake, and not tired. As long as i was laying down. Got up, read some email, did some other stuff, talked to people, tried to sleep again, at 12.03. Here's how that went:
Gary Numan - [I Die, You Die]--- This guy comes up to me, while i'm trying to sleep, in my half-sleep, dreamspace, and he says "You. I don't know what else you've done, and i don't know who else you've killed, but you Owe me." To which i, of course, said, "...What?" He says, "Oklahoma, 18--? You remember. You horrible bastard. Even if you don't, you know what happened." And i reply with, "I don't remember, and i don't believe that i've ever been alive, in Oklahoma. Especially not then. I mean, the guy who did thios to you, what did he look like? Did he have eyes like mine?" I show him my Eyes, and he says "Yes." I say "Exactly like mine?" At which point i let him look into my eyes, and into my soul, and some of the whole of me. (Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo - [Some of These Days]). I felt the tug to Convince him that i wasn't who he said i was, to Force him to believe me, but i knew that that would be counter productive, so i let him Look at me, and he could trell me, for himself. He finally saw that i wasn't the one he was looking for. He said "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to place the blame on you." And he walked away, into these hills, near which we were standing, in this low, mist-swathed plain. Some other stuff happened, after that, and i woke up, after a fashion, at about 12.35, or so. Maybe .45.
Jack Off Jill - [Working With Meat]--- I figured out why i've been sleeping so poorly. It Started the night i opened my window, to cool off my room. My Window is open, and, therefore, my room is not entirely secure. I don't like to sleep longer than i Have to, under those circumstances. Hm.
I also need to come to terms with the fact that i'm moving in a week. Seriously. I simply don't feel it, and there are things that i need to do, if i'm going to do them...
I'm going to do some packing, some writing, and some filling out of applications, today...
Later
That was in backwards order, because the commercial/sitting int he room came first, then the watching/living the show movie thing. Before that, nothignt but impressions, and feelings. Samurai, and Revenge, and Determination.
Then i woke up, again, six hours after i'd gone to sleep. No reason, simply the end of that dream, and iwas awake, and not tired. As long as i was laying down. Got up, read some email, did some other stuff, talked to people, tried to sleep again, at 12.03. Here's how that went:
Gary Numan - [I Die, You Die]--- This guy comes up to me, while i'm trying to sleep, in my half-sleep, dreamspace, and he says "You. I don't know what else you've done, and i don't know who else you've killed, but you Owe me." To which i, of course, said, "...What?" He says, "Oklahoma, 18--? You remember. You horrible bastard. Even if you don't, you know what happened." And i reply with, "I don't remember, and i don't believe that i've ever been alive, in Oklahoma. Especially not then. I mean, the guy who did thios to you, what did he look like? Did he have eyes like mine?" I show him my Eyes, and he says "Yes." I say "Exactly like mine?" At which point i let him look into my eyes, and into my soul, and some of the whole of me. (Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo - [Some of These Days]). I felt the tug to Convince him that i wasn't who he said i was, to Force him to believe me, but i knew that that would be counter productive, so i let him Look at me, and he could trell me, for himself. He finally saw that i wasn't the one he was looking for. He said "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to place the blame on you." And he walked away, into these hills, near which we were standing, in this low, mist-swathed plain. Some other stuff happened, after that, and i woke up, after a fashion, at about 12.35, or so. Maybe .45.
Jack Off Jill - [Working With Meat]--- I figured out why i've been sleeping so poorly. It Started the night i opened my window, to cool off my room. My Window is open, and, therefore, my room is not entirely secure. I don't like to sleep longer than i Have to, under those circumstances. Hm.
I also need to come to terms with the fact that i'm moving in a week. Seriously. I simply don't feel it, and there are things that i need to do, if i'm going to do them...
I'm going to do some packing, some writing, and some filling out of applications, today...
Later
