Very strange. Very creepy.
Jul. 20th, 2004 10:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7 There's a party, at my house, and there are people, there, who are rarely at my parties, or never at my parties. They either don't feel they know me well enough, or they think i hate them, so they don't show. I'm talking with people, around the party, and, at one point, before we go to the Vortex, to eat, food starts to get made. We cook and/or prepare a lot of things to Be cooked, and then we all go out to the Vortex/the Chamber, which is my basement livingroom. We're there, for a while, and people are met, there, and brought back with us, because this was part of the party plan.
In the efforts of being brought back, we go through DC and Ireland, and we soak up culture and feeling.
Back at the house, there are people wandering around, drinking, and others, holed up in the dinig room, smoking pot. The dining room now has a glass door, though, so we can see them. I lay down, on my bed, which is in my kitchen now, near the wall, and i start replying to e-mails, using my computer which is upstairs. I reply to an e-mail from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel, talking about feather colours of snowy owls, and how that relates to armour. It's also talking about leopards. I write out a very long e-mail, to her, and send it. A very important part of that e-mail was the words "There are brown AND black mottled spots." I go and have more interactions with people, in my house, which is somehow not my house, and then i'm looking back over my e-mails, and i'm clearing my internet caches. I happen upon mech_angel's, again, and i send the one sentence "There are brown AND black mottled spots," again, as if to emphasize. Perhaps to make note of of it, myself. I get up, and go over to the stove, where drstrangeal's girlfreind, Victoria, is making eggs, with the eggs i prepared and scrabled, but which were also entirely uncooked, and liquid, before we went to the chamber, hours ago. I bring this up, and there's a conversation, and they get cooked, mixed with hamburgers, and eaten. There's a montage, of people bringing Cherry Cokes, and other cherry flavoured beverages, into or through my kitchen, and it starts to take on properties of drstrangeal's old apartment.
At this point i notice one of the people , from the pot smoking dining room, coming toward me, talking to other people, and i wait for it, and they say, "Oh look there's Damien; he's not going to talk to me, because he hates me." Because that's what they always say, when inebreated. They think i hate them, or have a crush on them, or some other form of unspoken Feelings. I say hello, and try to be civil, cause i'm not up to dealing with someone who's high, drunk, and thinks i'm going to be antagonistic towards them. So i go, and lay back down.
Interspersed sections of my great aunt's house, and my family, in DC, my sisters, and my cousin. Talking to them, and being told congratulations.
Bits about helping some homeless guy get back on his feet. He was actually a god, or some former anthropomorphic personification.
In my bed, again, and thinking about e-mails, think-i-hate-them people, asking what i'm doing, under the covers, and accuse me of nakednes, wanking, sex, and sleep, all at the same time. I flip the covers over, and reveal that i'm fully clothed and not wanking or asleep.stellarshifting walks in, and she tells me that she has to go to something that equals another party, a graveyard, and Rocky Horror, combined. I ask her why, and she says that she has to get something. Whta she says that she needs is important, and it's intrinsic in her interaction with someone, who will be at the place she has to go. I tell her to go, and roll back over, and start to think about the e-mails, again. I wake up
I woke up to my alarm screaming in my ear, and the thoughts of that one sentence, from the e-mail, in my head. It's very weird.
My computer appears to have semi-cleared my internt cache, in the night, because when i came to sign on to livejournal, today, the only two LJ related sites that remained were, in alphabetical order,absinthetics and mech_angel's main sites. That worried me slightly, for a number of reasons, because i was very tired. Still find it kind of strange.
I need to go shower, and then go be late to Ethics.
Later, meine Freunde
In the efforts of being brought back, we go through DC and Ireland, and we soak up culture and feeling.
Back at the house, there are people wandering around, drinking, and others, holed up in the dinig room, smoking pot. The dining room now has a glass door, though, so we can see them. I lay down, on my bed, which is in my kitchen now, near the wall, and i start replying to e-mails, using my computer which is upstairs. I reply to an e-mail from
mech_angel, talking about feather colours of snowy owls, and how that relates to armour. It's also talking about leopards. I write out a very long e-mail, to her, and send it. A very important part of that e-mail was the words "There are brown AND black mottled spots." I go and have more interactions with people, in my house, which is somehow not my house, and then i'm looking back over my e-mails, and i'm clearing my internet caches. I happen upon mech_angel's, again, and i send the one sentence "There are brown AND black mottled spots," again, as if to emphasize. Perhaps to make note of of it, myself. I get up, and go over to the stove, where drstrangeal's girlfreind, Victoria, is making eggs, with the eggs i prepared and scrabled, but which were also entirely uncooked, and liquid, before we went to the chamber, hours ago. I bring this up, and there's a conversation, and they get cooked, mixed with hamburgers, and eaten. There's a montage, of people bringing Cherry Cokes, and other cherry flavoured beverages, into or through my kitchen, and it starts to take on properties of drstrangeal's old apartment.At this point i notice one of the people , from the pot smoking dining room, coming toward me, talking to other people, and i wait for it, and they say, "Oh look there's Damien; he's not going to talk to me, because he hates me." Because that's what they always say, when inebreated. They think i hate them, or have a crush on them, or some other form of unspoken Feelings. I say hello, and try to be civil, cause i'm not up to dealing with someone who's high, drunk, and thinks i'm going to be antagonistic towards them. So i go, and lay back down.
Interspersed sections of my great aunt's house, and my family, in DC, my sisters, and my cousin. Talking to them, and being told congratulations.
Bits about helping some homeless guy get back on his feet. He was actually a god, or some former anthropomorphic personification.
In my bed, again, and thinking about e-mails, think-i-hate-them people, asking what i'm doing, under the covers, and accuse me of nakednes, wanking, sex, and sleep, all at the same time. I flip the covers over, and reveal that i'm fully clothed and not wanking or asleep.
stellarshifting walks in, and she tells me that she has to go to something that equals another party, a graveyard, and Rocky Horror, combined. I ask her why, and she says that she has to get something. Whta she says that she needs is important, and it's intrinsic in her interaction with someone, who will be at the place she has to go. I tell her to go, and roll back over, and start to think about the e-mails, again. I wake upI woke up to my alarm screaming in my ear, and the thoughts of that one sentence, from the e-mail, in my head. It's very weird.
My computer appears to have semi-cleared my internt cache, in the night, because when i came to sign on to livejournal, today, the only two LJ related sites that remained were, in alphabetical order,
absinthetics and mech_angel's main sites. That worried me slightly, for a number of reasons, because i was very tired. Still find it kind of strange.I need to go shower, and then go be late to Ethics.
Later, meine Freunde
