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wolven7If you've ever seen the animés "Night Walker," "Lain," then merge the two, add in a little "American Gods," and you'll realise the atmosphere of my dreams, last nyte. For Content, think Jeff Goldblum in "Hide Away" and "Beyond Suspicion."
i'm searching for someone. i'm in an apartment high rise in D.C./Suburban New York, and a bunch of my friends are there. i've borrowed someone's car, and i'm driving it down what becomes DeKalb Avenue, out of Decatur. i turn around, drive back to the apartment, and get on the computer in the apartment. The people who actually live there get back, and one of their mothers is with them. i introduce myself, and move to the computer on the wall in the Foyer, closer to the door. i'm online, talking to people, or trying to, as they people i need to talk to aren't there, and the people i want to talk to, i don't know if i should, because i'm not on my screen name.
Outside is the back of a pizza place in the Village, in New York.
i tell the tenants of the house, my friends Patrick Elizabeth and Wes, thanks for the bicycle they lent me, and that i need to go. They tell me to take the bike/car, again, and i do. i walk out the front door with the bike. i wake up
So, yeah. Those were my dreams. Searching for someone, not finding them, wanting to find someone else. Driving, animé, and fucked upedness. People.
All hail Subconsciounus! High Lord of Squaky Dreams!
Other than that, i'll see you all later. TTFN. Daydream Well.
i'm searching for someone. i'm in an apartment high rise in D.C./Suburban New York, and a bunch of my friends are there. i've borrowed someone's car, and i'm driving it down what becomes DeKalb Avenue, out of Decatur. i turn around, drive back to the apartment, and get on the computer in the apartment. The people who actually live there get back, and one of their mothers is with them. i introduce myself, and move to the computer on the wall in the Foyer, closer to the door. i'm online, talking to people, or trying to, as they people i need to talk to aren't there, and the people i want to talk to, i don't know if i should, because i'm not on my screen name.
Outside is the back of a pizza place in the Village, in New York.
i tell the tenants of the house, my friends Patrick Elizabeth and Wes, thanks for the bicycle they lent me, and that i need to go. They tell me to take the bike/car, again, and i do. i walk out the front door with the bike. i wake up
So, yeah. Those were my dreams. Searching for someone, not finding them, wanting to find someone else. Driving, animé, and fucked upedness. People.
All hail Subconsciounus! High Lord of Squaky Dreams!
Other than that, i'll see you all later. TTFN. Daydream Well.
