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wolven7Everything feels like Ninja Gaiden, which i know means i've been playing it too much, elsewhere. I'm wandering through a cafeteria, which is some sort of school, and some sort of Egyptian tomb, with sand on the ground, and i know that everyone in this room is here for a conference, and that i have to tell them something, so that they'll listen to what comes next. I walk around, and i see so many people i know, but can't put names to, and people i know, and can. It feels very strange, and everyone's looking at me. I walk down the centre row of tables, and i stand behind a friend of mine, and i'm pretty sure it's ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
djedhi, and i start talking, and my voice echoes. I say to everyone, "Listen! We're all here, because we are who and what we are. We can work together, here, to achieve change. This is not some silly little clique fight, this is a shift, if for nothing else, than for a wider range of options. Enjoy it, take it. All the geeks, freaks, losers, and [1940's Art Deco Architecture and Imagery]... We can all do this, together. And i hope you truly understand that." I walk out of the cafeteria, and i go to sit on the front steps of the pyramid, and someone comes up to me, and starts talking... I can't get a feeling from them, as to who they are, and i can feel myself about to be woken up. The person, who i'm pretty sure is mech_angel, is asking if i think it went well, if i thought they'd listen.. I look in the door, and see people looking at each other, and talking... i say "I hope so, and it feels like it." Because even though it's still uncertain, it's leaning toward the co-operation. I wake up
Turned the TV off, at nine something this morning, because i passed out with it on. Very tired, last night, may take a nap. After i turned the TV off, i went back to sleep.
Starting in a version of this house, as it would be if it were in certain hilly parts of NorthWest DC, with a convention, and a grouping of people, wandering around, to a hotel. Everything still feels like Ninja Gaiden; that kind of dark, with the weird camera angles, and so on. Gathering things and people, and we go to the hotel, and wander. While there, i run into my friend Seven, and we talk. Something, interwoven, about someone, or something dying, or losing power, but it's ok, because it's being well-managed. A few people are taking over, as was asked, and that's why we're all here. Seven and i talk, in the elevators, and in some other places, and at this point, it's the same hotel with Shub-Niggurath, from before, but that's simply a Fact now, and not something to be feared, so much as to be worked with, and adapted. We're talking, and i'm telling Seven about how to get around Germany, and how he doesn't want to take his wallet with him, everywhere, only enough money to get around for the day, and use his rooms as storage. We're talking and we go into the elevator, and Seven is now my friend Jesse, and he's talking like we're heading out, right now.
The hotel is any and everywhere, and we stop in the room, to drop off some things, and then we go back down to the lobby. In the lobby there is a girl i kind of know, but not really, as i she feels kind of familiar, but i don't know her name. Jesse says "Sarah," at one point, but i see/feel "Aesthera." We have a conversation about the news, which is on every wall television screen, in the lobby-- which is also the downstairs baggage claim at BWI-- but it's not "Television News." It's actual fact, displayed on screens, so that we know what's happening, everywhere in the world. And this is only the lobby. Jesse and i talk to "Sarah," and two more people come over, and i say "Ahh two Jesses, a Herald, and a 'Sarah.'" His name is Herald, but also the name Harold. There also seems to be a "Ch" sound, interwoven, somewhere, in it. We discuss things, and Jesse, my friend, get's weirdly bored, and i realise that he's not actually Jesse, from his mannerisms. That none of these people are who they seem to be, at first, and that these are forms of People i Know, that i've never seen before. Jesse2 leaves, and Jesse1 and Herald stay and talk with me and "Sarah." They leave, and "Sarah" and i are left, with her eating someone else's salad, as she puts it, "like a baby bird." We talk about food things, some more, and i have thoughts about the kitchen, thinking about drinks, alcoholic and non. Watching "Sarah" eat, and looking at the screens, in the lobby, i wake up
That "Sarah" was Lilith. Jesse was himself, until he wasn't, then he was-- i think-- Gabriel, or Azazel, which is weird, because Jesse plays the guitar... The other two were people i know, or of whom i know, but i can't get a good lock onto who. Ah. First Jesse was Azazel {No he wasn't. Different personality type. May have been someone else i know.}, second was Gabriel. Weird shit. Very. All of them were quiet, reserved, but the Jesses and Herald had an air of impatience, of a definate kind, and an arrogance that's not "I'm better than you," so much as "We're all better than others." Which stems from a certain station, yes, but that's not unattainable by others, people; they simply haven't attained it, Yet. Anyway, i think Herald might have been a Sumerian or perhaps a Norse God. Kind of a bit of Loki, hiding, maybe, or a more playful Cthulhu.
I need a shower, as i am heading out, in a bit, to go see what might possibly be the worst movie of the Spring season. Or the most amusing. I'm trying, very hard, to keep an open mind about "Van Hellsing." So we'll see.
Later, All
{1.04pm: Belay that "Hellsing" order. Still need a shower, though.}
djedhi, and i start talking, and my voice echoes. I say to everyone, "Listen! We're all here, because we are who and what we are. We can work together, here, to achieve change. This is not some silly little clique fight, this is a shift, if for nothing else, than for a wider range of options. Enjoy it, take it. All the geeks, freaks, losers, and [1940's Art Deco Architecture and Imagery]... We can all do this, together. And i hope you truly understand that." I walk out of the cafeteria, and i go to sit on the front steps of the pyramid, and someone comes up to me, and starts talking... I can't get a feeling from them, as to who they are, and i can feel myself about to be woken up. The person, who i'm pretty sure is mech_angel, is asking if i think it went well, if i thought they'd listen.. I look in the door, and see people looking at each other, and talking... i say "I hope so, and it feels like it." Because even though it's still uncertain, it's leaning toward the co-operation. I wake upTurned the TV off, at nine something this morning, because i passed out with it on. Very tired, last night, may take a nap. After i turned the TV off, i went back to sleep.
Starting in a version of this house, as it would be if it were in certain hilly parts of NorthWest DC, with a convention, and a grouping of people, wandering around, to a hotel. Everything still feels like Ninja Gaiden; that kind of dark, with the weird camera angles, and so on. Gathering things and people, and we go to the hotel, and wander. While there, i run into my friend Seven, and we talk. Something, interwoven, about someone, or something dying, or losing power, but it's ok, because it's being well-managed. A few people are taking over, as was asked, and that's why we're all here. Seven and i talk, in the elevators, and in some other places, and at this point, it's the same hotel with Shub-Niggurath, from before, but that's simply a Fact now, and not something to be feared, so much as to be worked with, and adapted. We're talking, and i'm telling Seven about how to get around Germany, and how he doesn't want to take his wallet with him, everywhere, only enough money to get around for the day, and use his rooms as storage. We're talking and we go into the elevator, and Seven is now my friend Jesse, and he's talking like we're heading out, right now.
The hotel is any and everywhere, and we stop in the room, to drop off some things, and then we go back down to the lobby. In the lobby there is a girl i kind of know, but not really, as i she feels kind of familiar, but i don't know her name. Jesse says "Sarah," at one point, but i see/feel "Aesthera." We have a conversation about the news, which is on every wall television screen, in the lobby-- which is also the downstairs baggage claim at BWI-- but it's not "Television News." It's actual fact, displayed on screens, so that we know what's happening, everywhere in the world. And this is only the lobby. Jesse and i talk to "Sarah," and two more people come over, and i say "Ahh two Jesses, a Herald, and a 'Sarah.'" His name is Herald, but also the name Harold. There also seems to be a "Ch" sound, interwoven, somewhere, in it. We discuss things, and Jesse, my friend, get's weirdly bored, and i realise that he's not actually Jesse, from his mannerisms. That none of these people are who they seem to be, at first, and that these are forms of People i Know, that i've never seen before. Jesse2 leaves, and Jesse1 and Herald stay and talk with me and "Sarah." They leave, and "Sarah" and i are left, with her eating someone else's salad, as she puts it, "like a baby bird." We talk about food things, some more, and i have thoughts about the kitchen, thinking about drinks, alcoholic and non. Watching "Sarah" eat, and looking at the screens, in the lobby, i wake up
That "Sarah" was Lilith. Jesse was himself, until he wasn't, then he was-- i think-- Gabriel, or Azazel, which is weird, because Jesse plays the guitar... The other two were people i know, or of whom i know, but i can't get a good lock onto who. Ah. First Jesse was Azazel {No he wasn't. Different personality type. May have been someone else i know.}, second was Gabriel. Weird shit. Very. All of them were quiet, reserved, but the Jesses and Herald had an air of impatience, of a definate kind, and an arrogance that's not "I'm better than you," so much as "We're all better than others." Which stems from a certain station, yes, but that's not unattainable by others, people; they simply haven't attained it, Yet. Anyway, i think Herald might have been a Sumerian or perhaps a Norse God. Kind of a bit of Loki, hiding, maybe, or a more playful Cthulhu.
I need a shower, as i am heading out, in a bit, to go see what might possibly be the worst movie of the Spring season. Or the most amusing. I'm trying, very hard, to keep an open mind about "Van Hellsing." So we'll see.
Later, All
{1.04pm: Belay that "Hellsing" order. Still need a shower, though.}
