Head kind of hurts...
May. 25th, 2004 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [A Thousand Fists]--- Dreams, last night, of being in a game that was a combination of Hitman, and Ninja Gaiden. There were demons, and i had to fight with and kill people, and i was in Emeril Lagase's house, which was in Georgetown, and there was something about me knowing my way around the DC streets, again. There was a fire in Emeril's House, and i, at the Same Time, went outside, fought various demons, and something that wasn't a demon lord, but knew me, And stayed inside to clear up the fire. (Pop Will Eat Itself - [Babylon]). There was ten pounds of butter on the stove that i got to prove to Emeril that they would catch on fire, and the evil Not-Demon-Lord had trapped ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel and i think someone else, in a wicker person, so i had to save it, too, so they wouldn't burn... The fire eventually went out, and these old women, knowingthat i hadn't really Put it out, but had simply been there, said to me "If there's anywhere/thing/time we can be [there], for you, let us know." There was something about me looking out the door, at that point, and thinking about Cicadas. I told Emeril that his ten pounds of butter had resolidified, and he said that he had more, already prepared, to which i replied "Don't you always?" Everything went back to him trying to fix this dinner thing, and i still needed to fight the... Well, the thing i was going to have to fight.
Better Than Ezra - [I Do]--- I need to go take a shower, get dressed, and then go look for a fucking job. Get a paper, from the gas station, at the least. Either way... i really need a car, or other mode of individually reliant conveyance.
Later.
mech_angel and i think someone else, in a wicker person, so i had to save it, too, so they wouldn't burn... The fire eventually went out, and these old women, knowingthat i hadn't really Put it out, but had simply been there, said to me "If there's anywhere/thing/time we can be [there], for you, let us know." There was something about me looking out the door, at that point, and thinking about Cicadas. I told Emeril that his ten pounds of butter had resolidified, and he said that he had more, already prepared, to which i replied "Don't you always?" Everything went back to him trying to fix this dinner thing, and i still needed to fight the... Well, the thing i was going to have to fight.Better Than Ezra - [I Do]--- I need to go take a shower, get dressed, and then go look for a fucking job. Get a paper, from the gas station, at the least. Either way... i really need a car, or other mode of individually reliant conveyance.
Later.
