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wolven7Looking down, over water. A clear day, calm waters, a few fluffy clouds, here and there. It is an ocean, a marsh, a lake, a river. There is a large man, in a small yellow rubber raft. He is fat, but also simply very large-- a giant in comparisson to the size of the boat. Scale is what matters. He slides out of the boat, and into the water, and is playing with the rudder, steering the boat around, waiting for us to get back. From his angle, what looks like a conning tower. Sonar equipment, radar, baromentric pressure detectors, and so on. He and the people with whom he travels, are hunting something. Not to kill it, but to know it, talk to it, understand it. It has intelligence. It is the Leviathan. It has children, and teh Children aren't "Baby Leviathan," as one would expect. They are Other creatures, and those creatures hunt the waters. He is trying to climb back in the boat, seen from underwater, underside boat. Seen is the sillouhette, and the struggle, and some faint light, but not light as human eyes know it. A dark shape moves, horizontally, through the water. Above, surface, he tips the raft, and falls into the water. He starts dragging down to the bottom, and the equipment, of course, slides into the water, crashing to the bottom, still functioning. The bottom is Sand and silt. No other formations. The raft starts to act on it's natural bouyancy, again, and he is pulled back to surface. He gasps for breath, and tries to, again, struggle back into the raft. A voice over, or my own thoughts, "He's almost safe, now, but the conning tower, the equipment, and the supplies all lay at the bottom. They won't be able to hunt..." The dark shape, larger, through the water again, coming closer to the raft.
Luke, someone else, and myself are on the dock, to the water. I realise, now, that this is the water that is the edge of the world. To go this way, on the water is to hit no more land, on Earth. Any ground you see, will be that of another place. Other than that, it's open water, shallow and deep at once, and the occasional pillons, with rope between them. Luke has been talking to one of the dock workers, asking for equipment. He tells me, as i walk up, fomt he truck, "He says we can use his conning tower, but that it's out there, on a boat, and neither he, nor anyone else, seems to be willing or Able to go out there." I nod, and look down at the little yellow life raft/speed skimmer we rode to get here. Old black man, out skimming across the water on the raft, too fast, doesn't see the pillons, or, more importantly, the rope, between them. It's a blue rope, it blends. He tries to put oput a foot to catch himself, and goes flying, and the raft keeps going. He falls into the water. Back on the dock, I say, "Got arrogant, cocky, didn't watch out." I go out on the water, in the raft, after it comes back, and i'm going very fast, and i come upon the pillons, and i hear Luke yell "Arrogant, huh? Maybe you should take your own advice!" I angle under the lowest rope, and i turn around, on the other side, swing my foot out, and catch, briefly, so i swing up, bounce off of the top rope, and fly out toward the water. But i don't hit water. I hit teh raft, again, and, instead of vast, endless expasses of flat ocean/marsh/lake world, there is Swamp. Clean Swamp. Light Marsh, Spanish moss, willow trees, and hills, all next to the pillons. It's a lagoon, with its closing point to my right, as i entered from the left. I skim aroud the rim, so as not to crash, and then i'm out of the raft/skipper thing, and i'm walking along the Shallows, next to the Trees. I know that this is Faerie, and that i must tread lightly. There are others with me, in a way, but they are ghostly, and half seen. I come to a set of stairs, off the water, and begin to walk up them.
In a House, with many many other people. The House is a conglomeration of every Modern prefab house, on the market, but enought to give it the look and feel and Truth of being Specially Built. It is also my current house. Lots of Useful Space, like counters through the kitchen, into the dining room, centralised kitchen counter space, and so on. I'm looking at Tye Diggs, on the screen, and thanking him, for bringing the movie. Someone who is and is not Lucy Lui comes on screen, and then walks behind me. Talking to reflected projections. She takes my hand, and we wander ups a small set of stairs, into the front room, which is set up, mostly, like Jyn's house, except th e furniture isn't against any walls. Its free standing. We do a complicated manuever of stepping around each other, arrangnig ourselves, and sitting down on the loveseat, with it's back to the opening to the kitchen/dinig room, and the door. We have our back to each other, and our hands held in an intricate pattern, as we speak.
[Impressions of a night street, on a hill with elements of DC and downtown Atlanta. Getting out of what is obviously a Government Issued Car, and walking toward a building, vey large. I'm there to see someone, and report something, but i'm not a lackey, or an underling. Simply delivering a Message and a Report.]
We speak of the importance of things, and of the nature of this party. Why it's important. She has much of the manner of my step mother, and her family. Lucy's husband, my step mother's Brother-in-Law, Raymond, comes up, and starts analysing my hands, in terms of the lineage they represent, due to colour, and bone structure. He speaks of Indian other Asian physiognomies, and i say, "I'm sure those are all in there, somewhere. There's a lot of things, in my genetic make up, and construction." Lucy feigns exasperation, saying "This again, dear? Can't we let it go?" And we're all on the main couch, talking. Their dog, in her arms, trying to lick me, me watching the television. Commercials for a psychic/clarevoiant/&c. woman. She claims to have a bit of talent for everything, but no Massive talent, in any one thing. I express my like for her, to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel, and strixus. I say something about how she does many, but not all, of the things she claims. Another commercial/experience
In the sewers/ In the Toy store, talking to master splinter/ looking at the new Ninja Turtles toys. There is something about the Way, necessary to culminate beneficial change, in the world, and the synthesizing of all things./ I'm looking at toys to buy, for a friend's kid, who may or may not be the Saviour/Anti-Christ. There is one New Turtle, and he is only functional, from the waist up. His legs don't exist, and his arms are severely deformed./ There's this New Turtle toy, and it talks, gives prophecy, and holds candy. I decide on this one.
The show, after the commercials, is about time travel, and the knowledge of catastrophies, in advance. It shows towers, and sky-scrapers, and other things, rising from their rubble. Talks of people moving back through time, not of their own volition, but getting stuck there, and trying to explain, trying to show that these things happened. Trying to not be sacraficed to the gods.
In a giant castle that shifts and changes, still watching/in the television show. Wandering from room to room, every room is enclosed, and/but some of the doors open into massive pits, or terraces, or what seems like the open air. These are all Inside the Castle. There are sacrafices, in one of the rooms, to illustrate the point. People are being thrown over a ledge, while the Voice-Over narrates how, when they were thought to be from the future, they were given a quick, painless death, but a death nonetheless. There was no hope of sending them back, because the universe had already been altered. Was already on a tangent. So the person must Die, to correct it. People are being thrown, or are jumping off of a terace, holding spikes, to land on a rock wich crushes their chest, killing them.
[Flashes and impressions of the party, the House, the people, everything, flowing and backwards.]
They scream, as they fall, but not from fear. From pride and understanding, most of them. One falls onto a spike, on a terrace level just above the main floor. It goes through his head, and he starts screaming about how they kill the outsiders, here. They murder them, but the Jew will avenge him, the Jews will make them sorry, the Jews will eat him, oh yes, they will. That's when i see that this section of the Castle is in ancient Baghdad. I also realise that, in his ranting and escape attempt, the man has become a jar/plastic pint milk bottle bottle full of Kosher Dill Pickles. They are stepping on him, to kill him, and to end it. I step over the ruined mess, and out the door, into the hallway. There is a large line of people, waiting to go and down sets of stairs. People from school are ther, including DJ Chris and Amber. They are waiting to wake up. I walk off, down a different set of stairs, into a different part of the shifting CastleHouse, thinking about how Harry Potter stole the idea of ths shifting staircases, from House of Leaves, and the Castle of the Dreaming. But how can you "Steal" an Idea from Dream? You can't really.
[Impressions of everything, again.]
So i guess it's ok to use it. I wake up
Conversations, considerations, people i saw, names of writers and directors ("Donnie Darko," "Cat's Cradle"), all influenced that set of dreams... All of them from yesterday, but all of them... Recombined... How nice...
Gotta go to class, like Right Now. Have great days.
Luke, someone else, and myself are on the dock, to the water. I realise, now, that this is the water that is the edge of the world. To go this way, on the water is to hit no more land, on Earth. Any ground you see, will be that of another place. Other than that, it's open water, shallow and deep at once, and the occasional pillons, with rope between them. Luke has been talking to one of the dock workers, asking for equipment. He tells me, as i walk up, fomt he truck, "He says we can use his conning tower, but that it's out there, on a boat, and neither he, nor anyone else, seems to be willing or Able to go out there." I nod, and look down at the little yellow life raft/speed skimmer we rode to get here. Old black man, out skimming across the water on the raft, too fast, doesn't see the pillons, or, more importantly, the rope, between them. It's a blue rope, it blends. He tries to put oput a foot to catch himself, and goes flying, and the raft keeps going. He falls into the water. Back on the dock, I say, "Got arrogant, cocky, didn't watch out." I go out on the water, in the raft, after it comes back, and i'm going very fast, and i come upon the pillons, and i hear Luke yell "Arrogant, huh? Maybe you should take your own advice!" I angle under the lowest rope, and i turn around, on the other side, swing my foot out, and catch, briefly, so i swing up, bounce off of the top rope, and fly out toward the water. But i don't hit water. I hit teh raft, again, and, instead of vast, endless expasses of flat ocean/marsh/lake world, there is Swamp. Clean Swamp. Light Marsh, Spanish moss, willow trees, and hills, all next to the pillons. It's a lagoon, with its closing point to my right, as i entered from the left. I skim aroud the rim, so as not to crash, and then i'm out of the raft/skipper thing, and i'm walking along the Shallows, next to the Trees. I know that this is Faerie, and that i must tread lightly. There are others with me, in a way, but they are ghostly, and half seen. I come to a set of stairs, off the water, and begin to walk up them.
In a House, with many many other people. The House is a conglomeration of every Modern prefab house, on the market, but enought to give it the look and feel and Truth of being Specially Built. It is also my current house. Lots of Useful Space, like counters through the kitchen, into the dining room, centralised kitchen counter space, and so on. I'm looking at Tye Diggs, on the screen, and thanking him, for bringing the movie. Someone who is and is not Lucy Lui comes on screen, and then walks behind me. Talking to reflected projections. She takes my hand, and we wander ups a small set of stairs, into the front room, which is set up, mostly, like Jyn's house, except th e furniture isn't against any walls. Its free standing. We do a complicated manuever of stepping around each other, arrangnig ourselves, and sitting down on the loveseat, with it's back to the opening to the kitchen/dinig room, and the door. We have our back to each other, and our hands held in an intricate pattern, as we speak.
[Impressions of a night street, on a hill with elements of DC and downtown Atlanta. Getting out of what is obviously a Government Issued Car, and walking toward a building, vey large. I'm there to see someone, and report something, but i'm not a lackey, or an underling. Simply delivering a Message and a Report.]
We speak of the importance of things, and of the nature of this party. Why it's important. She has much of the manner of my step mother, and her family. Lucy's husband, my step mother's Brother-in-Law, Raymond, comes up, and starts analysing my hands, in terms of the lineage they represent, due to colour, and bone structure. He speaks of Indian other Asian physiognomies, and i say, "I'm sure those are all in there, somewhere. There's a lot of things, in my genetic make up, and construction." Lucy feigns exasperation, saying "This again, dear? Can't we let it go?" And we're all on the main couch, talking. Their dog, in her arms, trying to lick me, me watching the television. Commercials for a psychic/clarevoiant/&c. woman. She claims to have a bit of talent for everything, but no Massive talent, in any one thing. I express my like for her, to
mech_angel, and strixus. I say something about how she does many, but not all, of the things she claims. Another commercial/experienceIn the sewers/ In the Toy store, talking to master splinter/ looking at the new Ninja Turtles toys. There is something about the Way, necessary to culminate beneficial change, in the world, and the synthesizing of all things./ I'm looking at toys to buy, for a friend's kid, who may or may not be the Saviour/Anti-Christ. There is one New Turtle, and he is only functional, from the waist up. His legs don't exist, and his arms are severely deformed./ There's this New Turtle toy, and it talks, gives prophecy, and holds candy. I decide on this one.
The show, after the commercials, is about time travel, and the knowledge of catastrophies, in advance. It shows towers, and sky-scrapers, and other things, rising from their rubble. Talks of people moving back through time, not of their own volition, but getting stuck there, and trying to explain, trying to show that these things happened. Trying to not be sacraficed to the gods.
In a giant castle that shifts and changes, still watching/in the television show. Wandering from room to room, every room is enclosed, and/but some of the doors open into massive pits, or terraces, or what seems like the open air. These are all Inside the Castle. There are sacrafices, in one of the rooms, to illustrate the point. People are being thrown over a ledge, while the Voice-Over narrates how, when they were thought to be from the future, they were given a quick, painless death, but a death nonetheless. There was no hope of sending them back, because the universe had already been altered. Was already on a tangent. So the person must Die, to correct it. People are being thrown, or are jumping off of a terace, holding spikes, to land on a rock wich crushes their chest, killing them.
[Flashes and impressions of the party, the House, the people, everything, flowing and backwards.]
They scream, as they fall, but not from fear. From pride and understanding, most of them. One falls onto a spike, on a terrace level just above the main floor. It goes through his head, and he starts screaming about how they kill the outsiders, here. They murder them, but the Jew will avenge him, the Jews will make them sorry, the Jews will eat him, oh yes, they will. That's when i see that this section of the Castle is in ancient Baghdad. I also realise that, in his ranting and escape attempt, the man has become a jar/plastic pint milk bottle bottle full of Kosher Dill Pickles. They are stepping on him, to kill him, and to end it. I step over the ruined mess, and out the door, into the hallway. There is a large line of people, waiting to go and down sets of stairs. People from school are ther, including DJ Chris and Amber. They are waiting to wake up. I walk off, down a different set of stairs, into a different part of the shifting CastleHouse, thinking about how Harry Potter stole the idea of ths shifting staircases, from House of Leaves, and the Castle of the Dreaming. But how can you "Steal" an Idea from Dream? You can't really.
[Impressions of everything, again.]
So i guess it's ok to use it. I wake up
Conversations, considerations, people i saw, names of writers and directors ("Donnie Darko," "Cat's Cradle"), all influenced that set of dreams... All of them from yesterday, but all of them... Recombined... How nice...
Gotta go to class, like Right Now. Have great days.
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Date: 2003-10-29 09:33 am (UTC)I love that book so much...
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Interesting...
Date: 2003-10-29 09:41 am (UTC)Strange that I was there, and nowhere else. If nothing else, I'd be with the Leviathan hunters. The Intelegence that is beyond us, old beyond us, lives beyond us - that is what we search for. All the equipment comes to nothing, because it only helps the Dark Things find us - the only true way to find the Leviathan is to have it want to be found. When we are ready, it will let us find it. Until then - you are only bait.
The alteration of time, the shifting hosue, the universe always in flux with its time lines. The universe as a self correcting mechanism, fixing those things which alter its time lines. The one who screams is one who fights against it... religion?
Re: Interesting...
As for the time shift, and religion, i'm going to say that it was... the Followers, not the tennets, themselves. The ideas are sound, the implimentation is faulty.
humph
Date: 2003-10-29 11:12 am (UTC)Very interesting, the waters of life filled with devouring shadows. How much was real, do you think?
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Most of the dream was probably metaphorical for other things, but i'm a big believer in metaphors being the most apt at representing themselves. So, to answer how much was real, i'll have to say "Yes."
Re: humph
Date: 2003-11-01 07:58 am (UTC)Re: humph
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Date: 2003-11-02 09:58 am (UTC)Re: humph