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wolven7The Shroud - [Pixy-Led]--- Last nyte's Dreams were mixtures of subconscious hopes/fears, thrown in with the majority of the events from yesterday. These wer the things that stood out:
i'm writing a paper. The paper is on the Thundercats and the Transformers, from the episode where they met. i have several dioramas set up, and my paper points to them repeatedly. i've been working on the paper for hours. It was supposed to be inished at 5.30, at this point, it's around 7. (Moxy Früvous - [Misplaced]--- At this point i'm reminded of the dream i had awhile back, in the Libraries? With Ms. Bitters.) i'm running around everywhere trying to get this thing typed/written up, and it's getting done, if slowly.
i'm at my apartment, still working on my paper, and there's some girl there that i know. i think it's Zaakiya, from Vox. She tells me that she saw Anne Taylor at Satelite Records, and i tell that that's werid cause i was just thinking about Anne. My dad and my sisters come over, and they bring groceries, which is appreciated, but they're keeping me from getting the paper finished.
My professor lives in the apartment beneath me. i hear her leaving to take the papers in, and i chase after her. i say "How about i just ride in with you, and finish this on the way, that way i can have it finished and turned in?" She sighs and says Sure.
i'm in Prince George's County Mall, in D.C./Maryland. Kat Patrick Big Damian, Rosie, and Devin are there. Me and Big Damian are playing chess. No one wins, because the sun's come up and Rosie and Devin say they need to be getting home. They are my ride, so i go with them. i get put in the trunk of the car, and i see ropes and knives, and i make up a story in my head that's this nice, happy scene, that ends with the narator getting tied up in the woods and having his throat slit, by this nice couple.
The people i'm with(Portishead - [Only You]--- Who are NOT Rosie and Devin) let me out of the trunk, and they talk with me, for a bit, about some thing. We switch cars, on the side of the road, and i see this Herse drive up off of the side of the road, our of this gorge. It's a horse trailer/herse. i get in the car. i wake up
Oingo Boingo - [Running On A Treadmill]--- The Zaakiya from Vox thing was because my sister, Zakia, wrote me email, yesterday. The other people i saw, and i was in situations very like those, if not those exactly. The thing with Anne was weird, because i haven't thought about her. Not in a long tyme. (Oingo Boingo - Not My Slave) i don't know if i had dreams before this, because i passed out on the couch, and my roomate didn't wake me, or tell me to go to my room. Also i think Sam was in my dream, somewhere, but that's because he made concerted effort to get in contact with me, last nyte. So i passed out around 5ish, woke up at 7ish, went to my room, passed out again, had those dreams.
As for other things in my life, i'll tell you like i wrote someone in an email, earlier: i'm ok, other than not being able to accomplish the things i want. i want to help people learn and grow. i want them to help themselves learn and grow. i want people to realise how much more there is to the universe. i want everyone to open their eyes, stop worrying about the Day-Day, and start worrying about... oh.. i don't know.. Demons. i would like to see the sentiment of "How'd that meeting with that Angel/Demon/Djinn go?" as wide spread as "How'd you do on that test?" That's what i want.
Other than that, and a smidgen of Hope, i've got email to check, and things to do today. Pleasant Day Dreams
i'm writing a paper. The paper is on the Thundercats and the Transformers, from the episode where they met. i have several dioramas set up, and my paper points to them repeatedly. i've been working on the paper for hours. It was supposed to be inished at 5.30, at this point, it's around 7. (Moxy Früvous - [Misplaced]--- At this point i'm reminded of the dream i had awhile back, in the Libraries? With Ms. Bitters.) i'm running around everywhere trying to get this thing typed/written up, and it's getting done, if slowly.
i'm at my apartment, still working on my paper, and there's some girl there that i know. i think it's Zaakiya, from Vox. She tells me that she saw Anne Taylor at Satelite Records, and i tell that that's werid cause i was just thinking about Anne. My dad and my sisters come over, and they bring groceries, which is appreciated, but they're keeping me from getting the paper finished.
My professor lives in the apartment beneath me. i hear her leaving to take the papers in, and i chase after her. i say "How about i just ride in with you, and finish this on the way, that way i can have it finished and turned in?" She sighs and says Sure.
i'm in Prince George's County Mall, in D.C./Maryland. Kat Patrick Big Damian, Rosie, and Devin are there. Me and Big Damian are playing chess. No one wins, because the sun's come up and Rosie and Devin say they need to be getting home. They are my ride, so i go with them. i get put in the trunk of the car, and i see ropes and knives, and i make up a story in my head that's this nice, happy scene, that ends with the narator getting tied up in the woods and having his throat slit, by this nice couple.
The people i'm with(Portishead - [Only You]--- Who are NOT Rosie and Devin) let me out of the trunk, and they talk with me, for a bit, about some thing. We switch cars, on the side of the road, and i see this Herse drive up off of the side of the road, our of this gorge. It's a horse trailer/herse. i get in the car. i wake up
Oingo Boingo - [Running On A Treadmill]--- The Zaakiya from Vox thing was because my sister, Zakia, wrote me email, yesterday. The other people i saw, and i was in situations very like those, if not those exactly. The thing with Anne was weird, because i haven't thought about her. Not in a long tyme. (Oingo Boingo - Not My Slave) i don't know if i had dreams before this, because i passed out on the couch, and my roomate didn't wake me, or tell me to go to my room. Also i think Sam was in my dream, somewhere, but that's because he made concerted effort to get in contact with me, last nyte. So i passed out around 5ish, woke up at 7ish, went to my room, passed out again, had those dreams.
As for other things in my life, i'll tell you like i wrote someone in an email, earlier: i'm ok, other than not being able to accomplish the things i want. i want to help people learn and grow. i want them to help themselves learn and grow. i want people to realise how much more there is to the universe. i want everyone to open their eyes, stop worrying about the Day-Day, and start worrying about... oh.. i don't know.. Demons. i would like to see the sentiment of "How'd that meeting with that Angel/Demon/Djinn go?" as wide spread as "How'd you do on that test?" That's what i want.
Other than that, and a smidgen of Hope, i've got email to check, and things to do today. Pleasant Day Dreams
