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wolven7Dreams, last night... Jesus, i barely know how to describe them. Very convoluted.
I'm in a bar that has, as part of it, the front lobby of the Chamber, and i'm with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
damnedsaint, and ladymerrydeath, and we're hanging out. The bar/club is more bar than anything, now, and we're all hanging out, talking to each other. It's owned by someone we all know, and we're happy for them, but there are people there that damnedsaint doesn't want to see, so i hand him his coat, and notice that there's something weird in the pocket, but can't tell what it is. ladymerrydeath is wearing her blue rubber dress, and just kind of hanging out.
I'm inside of a bar, which is also a cave {or caverns, or a mine}, and a tree. It is run by peolpe who are, to me, tree people, but, to almost everyone else, they look like Native Americans, of indeterminate tribal origins. They look like tree/rock people, and the bar is a version of Manuel's Tavern. I'm in an level of the bar that should not exist, as it is between the floors and levels of the building, as other people know it. There are caves, {Caverns, mines,} and lifts and pulleys, and it is all dark, with bits of light, every 40 feet, or only at corners with a drop off. The drop offs are into oblivion. There are many section and rooms that are Infinited Abyss and Void, with walls that exist, only while you're on one side of them. Once you're "in" the void, it is limitless. The guide is talking to me, and telling me about myself by telling me about the caves {or caverns, or mines}, i think, and i find myself thinking of the Fellowship's travel, through the Balrog's Caverns. We are walking, and i think about the nature of the Multiverse, and i realise something very important. Every version of anyone, throughout the multiverse, IS that person, with slight differences, as chosen For That Universe, by the over-al individuality of that person's Soul. My guide, the bartender, understands that i've come to this and starts walking with me, toward the outside of the mines, which is the inside of the bar. We come out of/through the wall, in a section that feels like my father's father's house and like driving, at night, down a tree-lined highway, to Pennsylvania, with the bartender saying "It's nothing really. None of it is real. It's amazing how many people we can sucker, with a little mumbo-jumbo, and some tricks." I know that he's saying that for the sake of letting me know that everything i experienced was My experience. As we walk into the bar, i see Voltaire, and his girlfriend, at a table. He's happy to see me, and we start talking. The bartender disappears to the bar, proper. Voltaire, Audrey, and i talk, for a while, and order drinks. I wake up
It was... the feeling of the caves/tree abyss polace that gave me the most descriptive trouble... It was very odd, and very comfortable, yet not, at the same time. So there's that.
Later.
I'm in a bar that has, as part of it, the front lobby of the Chamber, and i'm with
damnedsaint, and ladymerrydeath, and we're hanging out. The bar/club is more bar than anything, now, and we're all hanging out, talking to each other. It's owned by someone we all know, and we're happy for them, but there are people there that damnedsaint doesn't want to see, so i hand him his coat, and notice that there's something weird in the pocket, but can't tell what it is. ladymerrydeath is wearing her blue rubber dress, and just kind of hanging out.I'm inside of a bar, which is also a cave {or caverns, or a mine}, and a tree. It is run by peolpe who are, to me, tree people, but, to almost everyone else, they look like Native Americans, of indeterminate tribal origins. They look like tree/rock people, and the bar is a version of Manuel's Tavern. I'm in an level of the bar that should not exist, as it is between the floors and levels of the building, as other people know it. There are caves, {Caverns, mines,} and lifts and pulleys, and it is all dark, with bits of light, every 40 feet, or only at corners with a drop off. The drop offs are into oblivion. There are many section and rooms that are Infinited Abyss and Void, with walls that exist, only while you're on one side of them. Once you're "in" the void, it is limitless. The guide is talking to me, and telling me about myself by telling me about the caves {or caverns, or mines}, i think, and i find myself thinking of the Fellowship's travel, through the Balrog's Caverns. We are walking, and i think about the nature of the Multiverse, and i realise something very important. Every version of anyone, throughout the multiverse, IS that person, with slight differences, as chosen For That Universe, by the over-al individuality of that person's Soul. My guide, the bartender, understands that i've come to this and starts walking with me, toward the outside of the mines, which is the inside of the bar. We come out of/through the wall, in a section that feels like my father's father's house and like driving, at night, down a tree-lined highway, to Pennsylvania, with the bartender saying "It's nothing really. None of it is real. It's amazing how many people we can sucker, with a little mumbo-jumbo, and some tricks." I know that he's saying that for the sake of letting me know that everything i experienced was My experience. As we walk into the bar, i see Voltaire, and his girlfriend, at a table. He's happy to see me, and we start talking. The bartender disappears to the bar, proper. Voltaire, Audrey, and i talk, for a while, and order drinks. I wake up
It was... the feeling of the caves/tree abyss polace that gave me the most descriptive trouble... It was very odd, and very comfortable, yet not, at the same time. So there's that.
Later.
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Date: 2004-02-23 05:52 pm (UTC)What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?
A box without hinges, key or lid.
Yet golden treasure inside is hid!
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers:
Gnaws iron, bites steel:
Grinds hard stones to meal:
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountains down!
....
....
....
...
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What have I got in my pocket?
Re:
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, canot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
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Date: 2004-02-23 08:05 pm (UTC)Re:
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Date: 2004-02-23 10:12 pm (UTC)Oddly though, I've had a place that is like that cavern, and like the Subway concourses and tunnels from here in my head for a While, that wants to be written about.
Tiamat - [Sympathy for the Devil]