Raven Dreamings
Jan. 7th, 2004 01:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7I'll start from what i can remember, and add more later, if i remember it.
I'm in an art studio, with someone i know, and we're being asked to take photographs of this woman. The art studio is the one at Georgia State, and the person, whose face i never see, feels kind of like family, but not really. Mainly familiar. The person who is commisioning us to take these pictures has taken some, himself, to show us how to do it, and the room is a studio, but it is also outside, in a garden. We tae the pictures, each of us with a different camera, and we realise, as we go, that we are taking pictures over pitures taht have already been taken. We're double exposing the film. But we're also Drawing, and realising that some of the drawings aren't ours. The drawing and the photographing are the same action. We're flipping through the sketch books/reviewing the film, and we decide that it's time to stop. There's something bothering me, so i go to develop my film.
I'm in the dark room, which is a combination of the dark room i used at Grady, and the Dark Room, at my elementary school, and i'm processing all the pictures in a way that allows me to toos the film directly into the solutions, and have indivual pictures projected, on a screen. I'm looking at these pictures, trying to see where everything went awry, and i find a picture of Misty and Rosie, on a trip to Hawaii. I remember them talking about the trip, and i remember that a bunch of people went, i see another picture, and it's of Tracie. They are all on this little volcanic island, coming out of an underground cave. I concentrate, hard, on the picture.
I'm standing there, watching people leave the cave, and i go in. There are ledges, inside, which make something like pathways, but there are stalactites and stalagmites all over, and they are brittle and sharp. People are still in the cave, because it's some kind of a tour. I get a brief image of how i look to the people who can see me: Tall, very skinny, vaguely human, covering in what may be a cloak, or may be slick redish/purpleish-balck feathers, carrying a cane/walking stick. I'm in the cave, and i'm watching how people traverse the narrow "walk-ways," and someone has left a flash light, on the safest route. People leave, and the last group to go are these four people, a mother, her infant, and her two sons. The younger son gets to the walk way, and his mother, and youngest sibling are gone. He gets to the walk way, and i endeavour to remain unseen. I slip down into the floor, below the walk-ways, because it's only a four-foot drop, it is simply Not Safe, for people to be down there. I watch as the older brother loses his way, and walks along the more treacherous pathways, and his younger brother has to save him. They nearly fall in, grasping at stalactites to steady themselves, but they are brittle, and break off. I, look around me, and see the droppings of something that may be a bat, but probably isn't and i think "Well, that's what guanno's For." I jump up from where i'm hiding, back to where i was standing, next to the cave mouth, and the boys can see me, and they steady themselves. They are fine. The younger brother looks at me and says "You're Raven!" It conveys images of creation and travel, and trickery, and benefit. I say to him "Yeah, but I don't get the powers when i need... No, scratch that, i get them when i Need them, but rarely when i Want them." As i say that, i can feel the change in ability... things coming more fully under my control. I leave the cave, and go out to the water, there, waiting, is a houngan/drug lord, who has someone and something i need. I walk over to him, and he drops a crate into the water, near my feet. Two other people get into the crate, with me, and, as i lean backwards in it, it starts to spin around. It spins faster and faster, until it feels like we're going to fly out of the crate. I can smell the salt water, in my nose, and the feel the air, and, suddenly, we're flying.
I'm flying, and i have my eyes closed. I test my wings, and i tip my left wing forward and up, to angle right. I do, and i'm wheeling down, and i know that i need to correct, and compensate, but it feels safe, where i am, and even if i crash, i know i'm fine. I crash. I'm in my grandfather's (my dad's father; the dead one) house, and i'm thinking about something i remember![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel telling me, about belief, which was that she could beleve i was who i was, and that i could even have landed in El Paso (except it was El Oso), and i know that i'm not only in DC. I'm in Philidelphia, and Texas, as well. I stand up, and i rub my jaw, which hurts, from the crash, and i wander around the house, a bit. Thinking on these things, i wake up
I woke up with "Strange Wind," by POE, stuck in my head. I went, i brushed my teeth, took some more cold medicine, and went back to sleep, with that, playing on my winamp.
We're in what feels like my mother's place, but it's also a hotel. There are peopel there, and i don't particularly Want them there, but it's a convention, or something, and they are, ostensibly, my friends, so i'm trying to be hospitable. We're on some kind of cross country road trip, and we're in the mid-west, south, towards Texas, but pretty much dead centre. We're playing, and hanging around, and it comes time that we have to leave, in a hurry, and i say to everyone that we have to go, but that they're screwed, cause i'm going to take a shower, first. I get in the shower, and i hide all the things, in my pockets, that i don't want them to get, or find, and i'm trying to find a cd to listen to, while i'm in the shower, and i start having stuck in my head, a Primus song that doesn't exist. The lyrics are "Wake the Fuck Up," with that heavy Primus bass line, and that squeally, screechy guitar, reminiscent of "My Name is Mud." With that stuck in my head, and me making plans to hide things, and find things, and shower, i wake up
And here we all are. I'm going to go shower, and then watch some television, and then eat food. Possibly i'll eat food, while i watch television. We'll see.
Later
I'm in an art studio, with someone i know, and we're being asked to take photographs of this woman. The art studio is the one at Georgia State, and the person, whose face i never see, feels kind of like family, but not really. Mainly familiar. The person who is commisioning us to take these pictures has taken some, himself, to show us how to do it, and the room is a studio, but it is also outside, in a garden. We tae the pictures, each of us with a different camera, and we realise, as we go, that we are taking pictures over pitures taht have already been taken. We're double exposing the film. But we're also Drawing, and realising that some of the drawings aren't ours. The drawing and the photographing are the same action. We're flipping through the sketch books/reviewing the film, and we decide that it's time to stop. There's something bothering me, so i go to develop my film.
I'm in the dark room, which is a combination of the dark room i used at Grady, and the Dark Room, at my elementary school, and i'm processing all the pictures in a way that allows me to toos the film directly into the solutions, and have indivual pictures projected, on a screen. I'm looking at these pictures, trying to see where everything went awry, and i find a picture of Misty and Rosie, on a trip to Hawaii. I remember them talking about the trip, and i remember that a bunch of people went, i see another picture, and it's of Tracie. They are all on this little volcanic island, coming out of an underground cave. I concentrate, hard, on the picture.
I'm standing there, watching people leave the cave, and i go in. There are ledges, inside, which make something like pathways, but there are stalactites and stalagmites all over, and they are brittle and sharp. People are still in the cave, because it's some kind of a tour. I get a brief image of how i look to the people who can see me: Tall, very skinny, vaguely human, covering in what may be a cloak, or may be slick redish/purpleish-balck feathers, carrying a cane/walking stick. I'm in the cave, and i'm watching how people traverse the narrow "walk-ways," and someone has left a flash light, on the safest route. People leave, and the last group to go are these four people, a mother, her infant, and her two sons. The younger son gets to the walk way, and his mother, and youngest sibling are gone. He gets to the walk way, and i endeavour to remain unseen. I slip down into the floor, below the walk-ways, because it's only a four-foot drop, it is simply Not Safe, for people to be down there. I watch as the older brother loses his way, and walks along the more treacherous pathways, and his younger brother has to save him. They nearly fall in, grasping at stalactites to steady themselves, but they are brittle, and break off. I, look around me, and see the droppings of something that may be a bat, but probably isn't and i think "Well, that's what guanno's For." I jump up from where i'm hiding, back to where i was standing, next to the cave mouth, and the boys can see me, and they steady themselves. They are fine. The younger brother looks at me and says "You're Raven!" It conveys images of creation and travel, and trickery, and benefit. I say to him "Yeah, but I don't get the powers when i need... No, scratch that, i get them when i Need them, but rarely when i Want them." As i say that, i can feel the change in ability... things coming more fully under my control. I leave the cave, and go out to the water, there, waiting, is a houngan/drug lord, who has someone and something i need. I walk over to him, and he drops a crate into the water, near my feet. Two other people get into the crate, with me, and, as i lean backwards in it, it starts to spin around. It spins faster and faster, until it feels like we're going to fly out of the crate. I can smell the salt water, in my nose, and the feel the air, and, suddenly, we're flying.
I'm flying, and i have my eyes closed. I test my wings, and i tip my left wing forward and up, to angle right. I do, and i'm wheeling down, and i know that i need to correct, and compensate, but it feels safe, where i am, and even if i crash, i know i'm fine. I crash. I'm in my grandfather's (my dad's father; the dead one) house, and i'm thinking about something i remember
mech_angel telling me, about belief, which was that she could beleve i was who i was, and that i could even have landed in El Paso (except it was El Oso), and i know that i'm not only in DC. I'm in Philidelphia, and Texas, as well. I stand up, and i rub my jaw, which hurts, from the crash, and i wander around the house, a bit. Thinking on these things, i wake upI woke up with "Strange Wind," by POE, stuck in my head. I went, i brushed my teeth, took some more cold medicine, and went back to sleep, with that, playing on my winamp.
We're in what feels like my mother's place, but it's also a hotel. There are peopel there, and i don't particularly Want them there, but it's a convention, or something, and they are, ostensibly, my friends, so i'm trying to be hospitable. We're on some kind of cross country road trip, and we're in the mid-west, south, towards Texas, but pretty much dead centre. We're playing, and hanging around, and it comes time that we have to leave, in a hurry, and i say to everyone that we have to go, but that they're screwed, cause i'm going to take a shower, first. I get in the shower, and i hide all the things, in my pockets, that i don't want them to get, or find, and i'm trying to find a cd to listen to, while i'm in the shower, and i start having stuck in my head, a Primus song that doesn't exist. The lyrics are "Wake the Fuck Up," with that heavy Primus bass line, and that squeally, screechy guitar, reminiscent of "My Name is Mud." With that stuck in my head, and me making plans to hide things, and find things, and shower, i wake up
And here we all are. I'm going to go shower, and then watch some television, and then eat food. Possibly i'll eat food, while i watch television. We'll see.
Later
