wolven7 | "Say that you love me, and we'll call it even."

Things brought to attention, by dreams: Things are getting weird. No shit, right? Having to shoulder my way through someone's door, to get a CD returned to me. Colours, there, representing the music, and the sounds still as themselves. Another part, in a place that was a combination of the world from "Equilibrium," and the Snow Steps, from "The Rules of Attraction," and felt like House of Leaves. It was school and doors, and there was a new kind of plastic surgery, laser surger, they reshaped the bones in the face, and changed things. I got it done, and hated it, wanted it changed back. Felt most like the dark snow from "Rules..." at this point, clinical. Dark. Dead, outside, like someoneforgot to hit the switch, for the stars.

It was very strange.

I've hit an empasse with the story. Trying to find a non-cliche, non-punch-out ending, for the first part, and i'm having trouble. Need to move on to part two. Writing in lyric, demon possessed psyche will be... an interesting challenge.

And i'm off.

Later