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There's something about a party, and people, around, and people trying to perfrom various sexual acts, with and on me, and me trying to move them away from me. A feeling, in the fabric of the dream, like a shy girl, out of place, in N.E. DC, here, in and apartment, or a hotel room. If it's a hotel room, it's downtown, near where NE turns into NW, on the mall.

I'm in a building, in an auditorium, and i think i've just come in, from the hallway. There are strange things happening, and riots, i think. And they are robot riots. We're talking about what to do with one of the robots, and someone says, "Maybe it accessed it's own base causality and rewrote it's programming, so that it could have choice, and free will." To which someone replied, "Or, since it's a robot, maybe someone just went inthere, and reprogrammed it." There are children in the audience, and thwy are playing basketball, and Michael Jordan, as a robot, kind of, is launching basket balls to the kids in the audience, and some of the adults. There's a robot Alen Iverson, and the people are blaying basketball. My dad is there, and he tells me to mee him, upstairs, by some store, after i've gone and gotten an itallian ice, or ice cream, or lunch, or something. I walk out of the doors

I'm walking through one of the sections of mall, in my head, and there are Halo-style games, in real life. There's a Green team, and a Purple team, as well as Red and Blue. Green and Purple are working together, and Red and Blue are working together. The mall, itself, is also a valley area, with fortresses, with snow, and hills and mountains. I'm walking along through the mall, in my socks, and i'm sliding on the polished marble floors. There are no railings, on the edges, and i have to be careful, as i skate, or i could plumet three stories and die. I'm skating around, looking for the stairs, or an elevator, to get up to the food court. There is a strange alcove, where the elevator is, but there's a pillar and a drop, between my side and the other side. Basically the floor ends, at a pillar, with about a foot of floor, between it and the drop, and a five foot open drop, to where the floor starts again. Obviously not a way you're "supposed" to go. So i turn around, and skate the other way, but, now, i'm On the other side of the mall level. I have some kind of food, and i'm trying to get back to my dad. I think i also have a small child, which is either mine, or a sibling mine. My sisters come skating up and around, behind me, playing, and go past me, saaying hi. I continue to try to figure out whether my father is upstairs or downstairs, and how to get to him.

I'm running around, in the war games, outside, trying to find my dad. I'm running around the basses, getting shot at, and trying to heal damage. I find a tank, and some rocket launchers, and i wreak havoc, of course. i make it to the Green and Purple base, and there is some kind of conference going on, between the team leaders. I'm trying to deactivate my wapon, so i won't have people thinking about trying to destroy them, and it cycles to a stim pack, which i use to heal some damage levels. As i'm cycling, it starts trying to change my uniform colours, and one of the uniform options is female. I stay in My uniform, and i deactivate my weapon, looking to get into the Conference. I wake up


I think i see what the fuck that means.

In other, more fucked up news, my speakers have started to pick up CB radio frequencies. Anyone know what to do to fix that?

I gotta go do some work. Later.

Ponder

Date: 2004-04-12 10:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mendori.livejournal.com
Yeah... I think I see part of it. That whole shifting identity thing, and being caught in a conflict that isnt yours. All of this, of course, centered around your Father, who always tends to invade your thoughts anyway (smirk), whom you are trying to find, to be with again, intelectually or physically. Is he above your level of thought, or below it? Strange that your mind is a Mall, but it makes sense, in a weird way.
Why halo style combat? Perhaps too much of the shooters before bed?

Re: Ponder

Date: 2004-04-12 11:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
You got most of it, spot on, yeah. The weirdest thing about my dad being there: He emailed me, this morning, in response to my alterting him to the "What the Blep..." movie site. I always wonder if there's levels on insurpassable difference between me and my dad, despite the similarities.

As to the conflict? Meh. It was mine, for various reasons. Not the least of which being i got to blow things up, and no one bothered me much. :)

And, as for the Halo: New "Red Versus Blue," last night, as well as watching a friend play Halo, on Saturday.

Re: Ponder

Date: 2004-04-12 11:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mendori.livejournal.com
Its amazing. My dream senses get better the less sleep I get a night.

And as for links between things... well, You know how I feel about That.

Re: Ponder

Date: 2004-04-12 11:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
Yeah. Go 24 hours, no sleep, and you'd be scary. :)

For clarity, however: My mind isn't a mall, but it has, among other things, a mall In it.

And that should read "levels Of..." not "levels on."

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