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wolven7Propellerheads - [History Repeating]--- Long dreams, last night, with many transitions, nearly untraceable. (MC Chris - [Ratz]). Managaed it, though. I don't rememeber all of it, but it'll come back to me, as i type. And i'm happy, right now, because it's raining.
I'm in a field, wandering, with my dad, but the field is also a school playground. It's a combination of many playgrounds i've known, in my life, and me and my dad are walking through it, talking about the things which are important, to us. I know that we are in a Matrix projection, and that things are starting to go very wrong. Because of this, my dad wants to make sure i have my shit in order. My friend Emily, from school, is here, and she's wandering around staring at everything, like she's brand new-- as if this is her first time looking at Anyhting, in the world. And i know that she's what could be called a ghost; she's not dead, but her body is intangible, and she understands the.. symbol-matrix illusory natrure of everything. I want to go, talk to her about it, but my dad says to leave her alone, and he hangs upside-down on the monkey bars. She has to do it, herself. She walks around the side of the building, and we follow her.
The front of the building is a combination of my dad's house, in DC, and a southern house, with a wrap-around porch. The proch both has and doesn't have the over-hang, which my dad's has, and it's made of wood, painted white. It's the kind of thing you'd think to see in a country club and, in fact, there are rolling green fields, and golf courses around. I walk up to the edge of the porch, which is now much lower, to see what people are doing, and they're watching "Matrix Revolutions," when they know they should be getting ready, because it's almost time to leave. There are four or five people on the porch and i don't know many of them. They are covered in patches of Ice, because the code is fucking up. I say to one guy 'You stayed out here, watching "Matrix Revolutions," instead of going inside and getting ready?' To which he replies 'We have to know how hit ends... we.. we have to watch the end...' And i'm thinking, 'You're IN the End, people. The moon is Gone. Not blown up, not fallen from the sky. Gone. The Code is Crashing.' And that's true. The code of the universe is fucking up, so much, and the start of it being a visible thing was when the moon disappeared. The tides were destroyed, and many people died. Then gravity righted itself. The moon is still missing, and i look at the sky, and it all looks like the light you get during a solar eclipse. I go up the porch stairs and go inside.
Inside, there is a lobby much larger than the house, outside and, rather than dily dally around, any more, i continue up there stairs, to the top floor of my dad's house. I'm looking for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel, and comorbid, to make sure they've got all their shit together, and ready to go. I go into what used to be my room, in my dad's house, and my mom, is there, packing books. In here, it's a combination of my old room,a dn my mom's old room, ar my grandmother's house, on 4th street. One of the books that she's pack is called "Thermotologic Angelic Thaumatography," or something to that effect, and looking at it, i get kind of pouty, knowing that it could have done more. I say, to my mom, kind of "I want Thermotologic Angelic Thaumatography, and a Thaumatic Angelic Thermometer," which was one of the items in the book. It harkened back to a Victorian age of occult study, but with more light than i attribute the Victorian Age, in my mind. Everything around has more light and a different quality of light, than usual, even concepts. I go into the bedroom that is my dad's and step-mother's, to use the computer.
I'm at the computer and i'm talking tocomorbid about sometihng i'm downloading, when electroncat walks up, and tells me that she didn't know i was so well suited for Overnet. That there's a certain type of person who is suited to use certain things, and i'm apparently suited for using Department of Defense grade technologies... Then she starts talking about some webcomic, that i don't know, but know Within the Context, and i talk about how i want to make a collage of all the webcomics i love. Thinking about the outside world i know that there are chunks missing, from reality. Things are going away, and we're about to have to go Elsewhere, to the level of reality that encompasses more than just the physical, causal relations, to indivdually realated infinites. It's a change in perspective, but one that could kill people, if they don't make it. I see empty fields of Void, with islands of earth, and the sky is a redish black.
I'm down in a basement, and there are these things hatching, and they're Master Shake and Frylock. They're like catchable monsters, or something, and they're hattching on this altar, in what looks like an Aztec temple. They hatch, and they're surrounded by this weird purple light. More of a lavender, really.
Something, in all of it, about the airport, and having to pick up someone, fro there.mech_angel, most likely. Specifically, waiting at the gate, in the door of the cause way, for her, and the cause way has clear walls. Something about music, in here.
I wake up
Louis Armstrong - [What a Wonderful World]--- I woke up several times, this morning... So some of that whole thing is still a bit fuzzy. Most of it's right there, though.
I think i'm going to go work towards some school stuff. Studying, finishing assignments, &c. So i'll see you all later.
Ta.
{1.56pm: MDFMK - [Transmutation]--- Sweet, hilarious Jeezus... }
I'm in a field, wandering, with my dad, but the field is also a school playground. It's a combination of many playgrounds i've known, in my life, and me and my dad are walking through it, talking about the things which are important, to us. I know that we are in a Matrix projection, and that things are starting to go very wrong. Because of this, my dad wants to make sure i have my shit in order. My friend Emily, from school, is here, and she's wandering around staring at everything, like she's brand new-- as if this is her first time looking at Anyhting, in the world. And i know that she's what could be called a ghost; she's not dead, but her body is intangible, and she understands the.. symbol-matrix illusory natrure of everything. I want to go, talk to her about it, but my dad says to leave her alone, and he hangs upside-down on the monkey bars. She has to do it, herself. She walks around the side of the building, and we follow her.
The front of the building is a combination of my dad's house, in DC, and a southern house, with a wrap-around porch. The proch both has and doesn't have the over-hang, which my dad's has, and it's made of wood, painted white. It's the kind of thing you'd think to see in a country club and, in fact, there are rolling green fields, and golf courses around. I walk up to the edge of the porch, which is now much lower, to see what people are doing, and they're watching "Matrix Revolutions," when they know they should be getting ready, because it's almost time to leave. There are four or five people on the porch and i don't know many of them. They are covered in patches of Ice, because the code is fucking up. I say to one guy 'You stayed out here, watching "Matrix Revolutions," instead of going inside and getting ready?' To which he replies 'We have to know how hit ends... we.. we have to watch the end...' And i'm thinking, 'You're IN the End, people. The moon is Gone. Not blown up, not fallen from the sky. Gone. The Code is Crashing.' And that's true. The code of the universe is fucking up, so much, and the start of it being a visible thing was when the moon disappeared. The tides were destroyed, and many people died. Then gravity righted itself. The moon is still missing, and i look at the sky, and it all looks like the light you get during a solar eclipse. I go up the porch stairs and go inside.
Inside, there is a lobby much larger than the house, outside and, rather than dily dally around, any more, i continue up there stairs, to the top floor of my dad's house. I'm looking for
mech_angel, and comorbid, to make sure they've got all their shit together, and ready to go. I go into what used to be my room, in my dad's house, and my mom, is there, packing books. In here, it's a combination of my old room,a dn my mom's old room, ar my grandmother's house, on 4th street. One of the books that she's pack is called "Thermotologic Angelic Thaumatography," or something to that effect, and looking at it, i get kind of pouty, knowing that it could have done more. I say, to my mom, kind of "I want Thermotologic Angelic Thaumatography, and a Thaumatic Angelic Thermometer," which was one of the items in the book. It harkened back to a Victorian age of occult study, but with more light than i attribute the Victorian Age, in my mind. Everything around has more light and a different quality of light, than usual, even concepts. I go into the bedroom that is my dad's and step-mother's, to use the computer.I'm at the computer and i'm talking to
comorbid about sometihng i'm downloading, when electroncat walks up, and tells me that she didn't know i was so well suited for Overnet. That there's a certain type of person who is suited to use certain things, and i'm apparently suited for using Department of Defense grade technologies... Then she starts talking about some webcomic, that i don't know, but know Within the Context, and i talk about how i want to make a collage of all the webcomics i love. Thinking about the outside world i know that there are chunks missing, from reality. Things are going away, and we're about to have to go Elsewhere, to the level of reality that encompasses more than just the physical, causal relations, to indivdually realated infinites. It's a change in perspective, but one that could kill people, if they don't make it. I see empty fields of Void, with islands of earth, and the sky is a redish black.I'm down in a basement, and there are these things hatching, and they're Master Shake and Frylock. They're like catchable monsters, or something, and they're hattching on this altar, in what looks like an Aztec temple. They hatch, and they're surrounded by this weird purple light. More of a lavender, really.
Something, in all of it, about the airport, and having to pick up someone, fro there.
mech_angel, most likely. Specifically, waiting at the gate, in the door of the cause way, for her, and the cause way has clear walls. Something about music, in here.I wake up
Louis Armstrong - [What a Wonderful World]--- I woke up several times, this morning... So some of that whole thing is still a bit fuzzy. Most of it's right there, though.
I think i'm going to go work towards some school stuff. Studying, finishing assignments, &c. So i'll see you all later.
Ta.
{1.56pm: MDFMK - [Transmutation]--- Sweet, hilarious Jeezus... }
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Date: 2004-04-27 06:49 am (UTC)I don't have time to comment fully right now. :/
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