Oh, that dream, from yesterday.
Apr. 19th, 2004 08:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7I never got around to detailing that dream, from the morning after R Thomas, or, at least, the parts i remembered, and found odd.
There are a bunch of us, hanging out, around this house, and it's like a house in Georgetown, but with more inner courtyard-type areas, and more stone, as well as the standard Georgetown Brownstone brick. We're hanging around, inside, and we're all early 90's highschool teenagers, and i'm seeing things from the perspective of the character Doug, from The State. We're hanging out, in the house, and the mom of whoever's house it is comes up, nicely business casual, with blonde hair going white, and says, very matter of factly: "If you kids want to smoke, that's fine, just don't do it inside. If you smoke, inside, I'll fucking kill you." We know that she's not hyperbolising, or joking around. So we go outside, out of the roof, and i recognise the area, now. It's George David's house, only his house was never like this, and he lived in Chevy Chase, not Georgetown. We're smoking on the roof, and it's a cool summer night. I'm looking at the trees, now fully myself, no longer Doug, and i see the night, and the light through willows and oaks. is ee the soft light fromt he house, onto the group of kids on the roof. Nice contrast of light and dark. Can see all the stars, if i try.
Something, here, about an underground base, or pedestrian tunnels, done in bare concrete.
I wake up
That's the bits i can pull back. The part with the mom is the thing that's really sticking with me... Very strange.
Later
There are a bunch of us, hanging out, around this house, and it's like a house in Georgetown, but with more inner courtyard-type areas, and more stone, as well as the standard Georgetown Brownstone brick. We're hanging around, inside, and we're all early 90's highschool teenagers, and i'm seeing things from the perspective of the character Doug, from The State. We're hanging out, in the house, and the mom of whoever's house it is comes up, nicely business casual, with blonde hair going white, and says, very matter of factly: "If you kids want to smoke, that's fine, just don't do it inside. If you smoke, inside, I'll fucking kill you." We know that she's not hyperbolising, or joking around. So we go outside, out of the roof, and i recognise the area, now. It's George David's house, only his house was never like this, and he lived in Chevy Chase, not Georgetown. We're smoking on the roof, and it's a cool summer night. I'm looking at the trees, now fully myself, no longer Doug, and i see the night, and the light through willows and oaks. is ee the soft light fromt he house, onto the group of kids on the roof. Nice contrast of light and dark. Can see all the stars, if i try.
Something, here, about an underground base, or pedestrian tunnels, done in bare concrete.
I wake up
That's the bits i can pull back. The part with the mom is the thing that's really sticking with me... Very strange.
Later
