wolven7 | Well. I got what i asked for.

No more disjointed, unparalleled dreams, last night. There was a story. Something that... showed some deep insight, into how i am feeling about certain things. I also watched "The Tao of Steve," last night. Another fine film, and i would recommend it. It had an impact on my dream structure.

I'm in a building that's dank, dripping, and has sharp corners, in the hallways. It feels kind of like an apatment building, but also like some kind of government compound, or installation, and a school. The lights are sporadic, flickering, and there is water dripping from the ceiling. I'm running down the hall, and around this corner, chasing after this guy who i think is my cousin. The colours of the hallway are greens, and it's rather like Neo's apatment building, in the first Matrix, only more... decrepit. Something from the near future, seen as if it were poorly taken care of distant past. I round the corner, to the right

The guys i'm chasing go off, past the elevator, on the left side of this section of the hall, and i hear one of them say, "Why you all posted up in the corner, like you Waitin' for somebody? You waitin' for me?" To which the guy, hiding behind a small outcropping, almost a pillar, from the turned corner says, "Naw, i was waitin' fo this muthafucka, right here. I see him, roll out of the way, and press the button, for the elevator. I turn, and look at all four of them, posted at different points, around the hallway. We're standing silent, and waiting. My eighth grade home-room teacher comes around the corner, and the building is a little bit more a school. A conglomeration of my elementary and middle schools. Georgetown Day, That one school i was only at for two weeks, Inman, and my father's house. The place is still set up like the maintenance depths of a compound, but there are classrooms, and labratories, now. We get onto the elevator, which is large enough to fit about 40 people, with room to move around, and my teacher wants to talk to me. She wants to know what's been up with me, because she hasn't seen me, since either grade. The group of people i know is in a different part of the elevator, and so i have to keep moving back and forth, from my teacher, to the people, trying to keep an eye on them. I realise that no one has pressed the only button on the panel, so that we can go where we need to go, and so i press it, furitively, before anyone notices. To do this, i have to be on my teacher's side of the elevator room, and i talk to her. I ask her how she's been, and she tells me that she's been good, and that she's about to start teaching her second class, ever, this year. I think that it's a little odd, because she means both in terms of middle school classes and College level courses, at the same time. I congratulate her, on this, and she smiles, and says thank you. The elevator stops, and we step off

My aunt, my mother, and I walk to the right, and then down the hall to the left, agin, on this level, corresponding to the level before. My aunt says that she needs to stop in her office/lab, to get some things, and my mother has walked into the main office, which was directly in front of the elevator, as we stepped off. The lobby was huge, and much like the Open part of GDS, in front of the Library, and a bit like the top levels of Aderhold, at Georgia State: Skylights, giving the feel of being open, light everywhere, at least in the lobby. After stopping, briefly, in the offices, and lab, I continue around the corner

The impression of the lobby, is smaller. I'm in the corresponding hallway to the begining of the lower level, and my aunt's office is in the nook, between the actual corner, and the facing side of the outcropping. The main office is still on the other side of the outcropping, on the wall facing the elevator. This section is glass, and i can see outside. There is a courtyard, out there, enclosed by the building itself, and this section doesn't seem so high up, from the ground level of that courtyard. There are iron railings, on balconies, out there, and trees, and places to walk Under, for lower levels. But we're only two storys up, in this hallway. I stand against the wall, on my left, now, and wait. People come running around the corner--their left-- and then take a right down the hall opposite me. They're playing the game. It appears to be some kind of live action World of Darkness roleplay. This kid comes around the corner, and i know he's going to think i'm in the game, so i point my finger, gun like, and he says "Standard weapon damage? Two points." At which point i tell him they're silver, with aggrivated damage, and he takes one, starts bleeding, and tackles me. He starts telling me that if i want to do more aggro damage than that, i'll have to set him on fire. He's trying to choke me, so i kick up, flip him so that i land hands first on his chest, while holding a flared lighter. His fur catches fire, he goes down. Dead, in the middle of the hallway. I know that there are going to be problems, of a sort. Flashes of the insides of classrooms, of travelling across town, on Metro buses. Realising that there's too much going on, and that i have to stay. I continue along the hallway, and then, at the end of it, i turn left

In this hallway, there are scores of people, and werewolves, and some vampires. I've noted that the courtyard, out side of the windows is in a different spacial setting, than the one in the hallway. It-- the entire courtyard-- travels past more slowly than the pace of the walker down the hallway. This results in the corner of one of the balconies, still being seen, through the window, after i'm in a halway that should encompass it. In this hallway, looking through the windows, over into the other hallway, i can see that there are Vampire Elders coming. Theya re comng to talk to Werewolf Elders, and they look rather upset about the whole thing. I'm simply standing there, and i let people know that it may be a good idea to not be here, when they all get there. I can see the Werewolves coming from the far end of the hallway, and the Vampires are rounding the corner, and the two clan leaders-- the werewolf clan leader is Thomas-- meet, directly in front of my face, as i crouch next to a wall, and shake hands. It's a complicated handshake that shows that they don't want to touch each other, for fear of the filth, and respect, and fear, all at the same time. They are all searching for something, and there are members of their groups, in the courtyard, climbing on the balconies, and trees, but never touching the ground. The leaders talk, and they decide that there shall be a hunt, and a chase. The humans, here, in this hallway, are not to be killed. To illustrate, they have the humans stand up, and identify themselves. All other members of clans are fair game, especially the memebers in this hallway. The walk seperate ways, and are gone.

There is a vampire girl, here, who has violated massive pieces of clan law, but has done it for good reason. She is kind of distant, a little aloof, but not as much as she could be. She is... noble, but with the ability to not give a shit about that, as long as someone can show her that nobility doesn't mean anything. She is being hunted by her clan, and the werewolves are leaving her alone. We have claimed this section of the hallways, the one whe rethe meeting took place, as our own, and, indeed, it's all ours, anyway. All of the hallways. We're sitting around, and she's just gotten back from getting groceries. As she's putting them away, i see snipers, off to the right, through the windows to another, smaller courtyard. I move to where i'm standing behind her, blocking her fromt he shot, and i wait. Someone comes around the corner, chasing something else, and fires into our hallway. The shots hit her, but, as they do, i make it so they hit me, instead. I am protecting her. Keeping her safe, and, on some level, she knows this. She asks me what i'm thinking about, because i look so serious, and i tell her, "I'm thinking about love, and commitment, and faithfulness, and I'm wondering how long fighters will continue to be called [something that means flying, flowing, and dancing], because they are purveyors of fisticuffs, not ballet dancers." As i talk, the time period changes, and wer are in a combination of pre-Victorian era, and the 17th century. We're talking, in a section of the courtyard.

It's like a rooftop garden, made of concrete, and ivy, everywhere. A few fountains. I ask what she thinks about, and she says "Things like shopping, writing, wandering around." She smirks, and says ironically "Drinking straight from the fountain, as befitts my station", and she's wearing a guard's uniform, shabby, and disshevelled. She laughs, and i say "Even the guardsmen don't drink stright from the fountain. They put the water or milk in bottles, and let it clean." While i'm sasying this, the image is of a 17th century french guardsman, sitting on a bench, in front of a fountain/spring of milk, in the middle of a town. He takes a sip, from the fountain, spits it out, and sets a bottle over it, to catch the milk.Shot moves back to us in the courtyard terrace, and i realise, fully, that i'm falling in love with this girl, and that bothers me, because i know there's something i haven't figured out, yet. I wake up

And it wasn't until i woke up that i realised who she was. And that brings in the questions of, "Am i really being that protective? Is that level of protective an over-protective? Is any protective over protective?" And so on. I worry about these things. I'll have to have some converstaions, there.

That's all, for now. Back Later.