wolven7 | What. In the Hell.

There's a party, at my house, some kind of get together, to broaden understanding, of a situation, but some people think they're only there, to get high. There are presents, there, for me, and tools, given to everyone. I'm given an almost- Katana, and my tang. There is some kind of disturbance, outside of the house, and raoin, Patrick, and I all start walking down the hall, which is also up out of the basement, with our weapons, because we know we'll have to cut through folliage. My hallway is like the apartment, from "High Fidelity," at this point, only the floor is suspended over a moat. We get outside, and we notice that there have been people in the yard, because the lawn has destroyed some of the bamboo, and there are bits of clothing, strewn around. Someone says "Looks like the yard's growing, again," and we look around for evidence. I use my short-sword to cut away the remnants of som bamboo, and we look toward the front of the lawn, near the sidewalk. There are people, there, rushing by. Something about having been a hunchback.

Overlapping, now, there is the understanding of me, in a diner, with someone who is the waiter, as well as the line cook. He is not al there, mentally, but he is loyal, and very wise. Him, my sister and me are travelling around the country, tryiong to find someplace safe, some place that will accept us. My sister is someone i've never seen before, and i'm not me. The chef is a mentor, and a friend of the family, from long ago.

We are at the basement window, it's all of us, and Joy, George's mom, from "Dead Like Me." The window is also the corner of the bed, and we're looking beneath it. There are mutanta, down there. Morlocks, in the tunnels, and there is someone at the front of them, leading them, shouting a speech. He looks like Quasimodo, and he is leader of thes underground mutants, and i know that this is one of the attempts of the chef/waiter, to replcae me, since i've been gone.

A flash of me telling the chef how to train people, to get them to understand, to groom my replacements, but only when i was actually gone, and no longer working, or things would go wrong.

He had thought i was gone, at some point, because he didn't recognize me, but i was still there, still working to the goal. I start crying, and reaching toward my sword, which i've left at the edge of the bed, because i know there's going to be a war, and that i'm going to have to kill my brother, in there. I know that the chef knows better, now, that he's hiding two children who are my children, but only in spirit and thought, at the time, and waiting for me to either call for them, or step down. I look at the masses, one last time. i wake up

Those were dreams last night. Everything felt like a weird combination of the two things to which i've been exposed, most, recently: "Geek Love" and "Dead Like Me." A weird, but not entirely unpleasant, combination.

Off to get ready to go to the play. Back later.