The Latter Dreams.
Mar. 3rd, 2002 01:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7i'm in a house that is my mother's house and both of my father's houses-- the old one on 13th and F, and the one he's in now-- and my friend Jyn's house. There are lots of people in the house. some of whom i know, and some of whom i do not know. There's some big something or another going on, and we all have to look nice, and some girl, who i think, in the dream, is supposed to represent Jyn, is trying to figure out if she should wear her red dress, or not. She ends up laying down with this guy-- probably her boyfriend Duby-- on the bunk beds of the upstairs room. i see them playing around on the bottom bed/futon thing, through a crack in the door. i walk in and sit down in front of the bed. i'm surprised to see that they were actually having sex/making out. i stay sitting there, watching TV, and otherwise keepin g myself entertained, as they sit there, uncomfortably.
i'm getting cookies and milk. There's some experiment happening with the cookies, to make them better somehow. i'm in the downstairs living room of the Douglas House, and my grandmother's house. i take the cookies, anyway, and go sit down to eat them. i sit down in front of the bunk beds, only they are downstairs now. As i sit down, i smell watermellons, and i know who's on the couch. i'm watching TV, eating cookies and milk, andplayfully trying to wake up my girlfriend. She wakes up, some [sexual] stuff happens, and i tell her "Don't do that, unless and until we can finish it." i kiss her, and somewhat pull, somewhat help-her-not-to-fall to the floor. We're talking about things, and she looks at what i'm eating. She gets playfully grossed out by the fact that i'm eating cookies and that i'm dunking them in milk.
Some milk has gotten into the wrapper for the cookies and i'm using the crumbs from the rest of the cookies to soak it up. At this point, she starts talking to me.
She asks me how i would explain to someone, if i were in a certain position, that i didn't want to go with them on a trip somewhere, or that i wasn't comfortable with the position i was in. The Phone Rings; i wake up
As i'm waiting for the phone to stop ringing, i'm thinking to myself "who the hell is calling me, this early?" Well it wasn't who i was expecting, either. But oh well, these things happen. i forced myself to go back to sleep, after the phone stopped ringing, because i needed to asnwer Karen's question. It was important.
i'm sitting with Karen again, and i try to aswer her as intelligly as i can. i try to say something about honesty, and understanding, and simply doing it, and getting it over with. i can't hold the dream any more and it starts to get fuzzy. i wake up
i usually don't pay much attention to my sense of smell, in my dreams, because they aren't that prevalent. But, in this dream, my sense of smell was kicked way the hell up. i could smell the cookies, the milk, the clothes, and, especially, the smell of watermellon. In the former half, i think, there were a lot more people that i know. It was... odd.
Let's see: last nyte i pissed some people off, and made a REALLY Big Wish. Here's to seeing how they all turn out. *sigh* Gotta go.
May You Live In Cross-Planar, Multi-Dimensional, Dream-Realisation Interesting Tymes.
Good Days. Good Nytes. Dream Well
i'm getting cookies and milk. There's some experiment happening with the cookies, to make them better somehow. i'm in the downstairs living room of the Douglas House, and my grandmother's house. i take the cookies, anyway, and go sit down to eat them. i sit down in front of the bunk beds, only they are downstairs now. As i sit down, i smell watermellons, and i know who's on the couch. i'm watching TV, eating cookies and milk, andplayfully trying to wake up my girlfriend. She wakes up, some [sexual] stuff happens, and i tell her "Don't do that, unless and until we can finish it." i kiss her, and somewhat pull, somewhat help-her-not-to-fall to the floor. We're talking about things, and she looks at what i'm eating. She gets playfully grossed out by the fact that i'm eating cookies and that i'm dunking them in milk.
Some milk has gotten into the wrapper for the cookies and i'm using the crumbs from the rest of the cookies to soak it up. At this point, she starts talking to me.
She asks me how i would explain to someone, if i were in a certain position, that i didn't want to go with them on a trip somewhere, or that i wasn't comfortable with the position i was in. The Phone Rings; i wake up
As i'm waiting for the phone to stop ringing, i'm thinking to myself "who the hell is calling me, this early?" Well it wasn't who i was expecting, either. But oh well, these things happen. i forced myself to go back to sleep, after the phone stopped ringing, because i needed to asnwer Karen's question. It was important.
i'm sitting with Karen again, and i try to aswer her as intelligly as i can. i try to say something about honesty, and understanding, and simply doing it, and getting it over with. i can't hold the dream any more and it starts to get fuzzy. i wake up
i usually don't pay much attention to my sense of smell, in my dreams, because they aren't that prevalent. But, in this dream, my sense of smell was kicked way the hell up. i could smell the cookies, the milk, the clothes, and, especially, the smell of watermellon. In the former half, i think, there were a lot more people that i know. It was... odd.
Let's see: last nyte i pissed some people off, and made a REALLY Big Wish. Here's to seeing how they all turn out. *sigh* Gotta go.
May You Live In Cross-Planar, Multi-Dimensional, Dream-Realisation Interesting Tymes.
Good Days. Good Nytes. Dream Well
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Date: 2002-03-03 11:11 am (UTC)There is a diffenece
Re: There is a diffenece
Date: 2002-03-04 02:23 am (UTC)you made a good point in one of your recent points - i think this planet IS another planet's Hell.
so did terry pratchett - there is NO difference between angels and demons.
Oh yeah this is Luke (www.deadjournal.com/users/kyreshac)
Date: 2002-03-03 01:40 pm (UTC)Luke.
Re: Oh yeah this is Luke (www.deadjournal.com/users/kyreshac)
"I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life! I'm gonna take a stand."
- Cameron "Ferris Bueler's Day Off"