Dreams ending in violence.
Aug. 13th, 2004 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Night before last, was about grocery shopping, and dealing with people, who were supposed to be helping me. There was an aisle, in the store that was also the world tree, or a really big fucking tree, or something and [kind of] tied to this tree was a dog, on a really heavy chain, but the chain wasn't really tied to the tree, only wrapped around it. They were all avoiding the dog, looking at me, like it was my job, and the dog was a rottweiler, i think. I went to it, to grab the chain, and play with it, and it tried to rip my throat out. That's when i woke up, feeling teeth aound my throat.
Last night, i lived, with several other people, in a school/castle place, with things that consisted of teach classes, respecting and honouring the dead, and travel, between countries, within the castle, that was somehow outside of it. The castle was also several malls i know, as well as certain DC city streets, and Atlanta onces, of course. There was a section, involving riding the bus, and the train-kind-of, to get around....To get to classes, and assignments. I get to class, with a stop, before, involving a Mrs. Fields cookies, and teleportation, to get to class, ontime, and not hungy. I was late to the class, and didn't even bother going in...
Moved to something where i was sitting with everyone, from "Dead Like Me," in a castle room, converted from a classroom. It was still both, but now it was a kitchen, too. We were discussing the day's rememberances, and jobs, and people who had died, and someone we'd known for a while had killed himself. He was a demon, but he was always "lonely," feeling that there was no one around, when, if he had simply looked up, he would have found people willing to share his time. He had hanged himself, and everyone was trying to figure out if they were going to go, and pay respects. After much talking, more consideration, and another trip into the mall, i decided to go. They told me how to get there (Scotland), which was a dimensional portal, locked in this room. I went up the stairs, and to the class room, and i was doing something else.
There was this video game, where the point was to gather these tiles, and these puzzle pieces, all shaped like ducks, and these keys. Direction was based on where you were facing, even though you could see around you, in a sphere. Trying to get the last key was the hardest, and my partner and i had to learn to grow to the scale size of the room, and simply pick it out of the air. When we put the key in the "lock," which was made out chicken wire, and attached to the floor, there was a light, and these things that sounded like giggling voices, and felt like slow entropy, started talking to me, about letting them out. I knew that i couldn't. That they had to stay in. Something called tehm Demons, but i knew they were entropy imps, and i couldn't see them, because the room was still dark. I left the room, quickly, after
Being in Scotland, seeing the moors, saying goodbye.
The imps closed the gate, to the room, before i could leave it. Before they could get the blast doors down, i got a chair under it, and started lifting the gates, because they couldn't Lock them. I lifted them, got out, and, when i was in the hallway, locked the gates and both sets of double doors. While i was doing that, they asked me how i locked the doors, and if i wanted to see what else they could do. I didn't answer them. As i was locking the second set of doors, to the left of the one through which i had exited, i caught sight of my reflection, and that of someone else, in the hall. I finished locking the doors, turned around, and saw three old women in wheel chairs, coming to devour my soul. They weren't really old, at all. I was getting tired of this, so i raised my sword, screaming, and rushing toward them. While they moved forward, smoothly, without pause, my motions were in frame jumps of about 5', per motion. After the last jump, when i'd covered fifteen feet, in three steps, i was right at them, screaming, swinging my sword. That's when i woke up, screaming.
That did not please me. The being attacked, two nights in a row. The imps, fine, i deal with imps, they were creeping me out, because they were trying to slowly decay me, from the inside, and they didn't ask, but i can deal with them. It was the others, in the hallway, that bothered me. Two dreams, ending with things trying to kill me, in two nights. Gee, wonder if i'm trying to tell me that i feel "set-upon"? Feh.
Don't remember if i've said this before, but, just in case any of the new kids are wondering, i tell you my dreams, here, so often, for a number of reasons. It's my space, for one, and i can do what i want, but more importantly, i think, it's because it's what i'd do, if i were having a conversation, with you. If i were sitting down, looking you in the eye, drinking coffee, or whatever, eventually i'd tell you abotu the fucked up dreams i had, that night, because it helps me to understand them, and it gives you a little insight to me. Rather, your perception of me.
Think about it, i tell you my dreams, you think about your interpretation of them, in the Me-Related-To-You context, then, if i tell you my interpretation-- if you ask, that means, or seem to want to know-- you get the Me-Related-To-Me-Related-To-The-Me-That-Relates-To-You context. And that, besides being confusing to see written out, helps provide a more whole understanding, for all of us...
Anyway, i have work, in 3.5 hours. I'm going to go find something to occupy my mind, until then. Later, all.
Last night, i lived, with several other people, in a school/castle place, with things that consisted of teach classes, respecting and honouring the dead, and travel, between countries, within the castle, that was somehow outside of it. The castle was also several malls i know, as well as certain DC city streets, and Atlanta onces, of course. There was a section, involving riding the bus, and the train-kind-of, to get around....To get to classes, and assignments. I get to class, with a stop, before, involving a Mrs. Fields cookies, and teleportation, to get to class, ontime, and not hungy. I was late to the class, and didn't even bother going in...
Moved to something where i was sitting with everyone, from "Dead Like Me," in a castle room, converted from a classroom. It was still both, but now it was a kitchen, too. We were discussing the day's rememberances, and jobs, and people who had died, and someone we'd known for a while had killed himself. He was a demon, but he was always "lonely," feeling that there was no one around, when, if he had simply looked up, he would have found people willing to share his time. He had hanged himself, and everyone was trying to figure out if they were going to go, and pay respects. After much talking, more consideration, and another trip into the mall, i decided to go. They told me how to get there (Scotland), which was a dimensional portal, locked in this room. I went up the stairs, and to the class room, and i was doing something else.
There was this video game, where the point was to gather these tiles, and these puzzle pieces, all shaped like ducks, and these keys. Direction was based on where you were facing, even though you could see around you, in a sphere. Trying to get the last key was the hardest, and my partner and i had to learn to grow to the scale size of the room, and simply pick it out of the air. When we put the key in the "lock," which was made out chicken wire, and attached to the floor, there was a light, and these things that sounded like giggling voices, and felt like slow entropy, started talking to me, about letting them out. I knew that i couldn't. That they had to stay in. Something called tehm Demons, but i knew they were entropy imps, and i couldn't see them, because the room was still dark. I left the room, quickly, after
Being in Scotland, seeing the moors, saying goodbye.
The imps closed the gate, to the room, before i could leave it. Before they could get the blast doors down, i got a chair under it, and started lifting the gates, because they couldn't Lock them. I lifted them, got out, and, when i was in the hallway, locked the gates and both sets of double doors. While i was doing that, they asked me how i locked the doors, and if i wanted to see what else they could do. I didn't answer them. As i was locking the second set of doors, to the left of the one through which i had exited, i caught sight of my reflection, and that of someone else, in the hall. I finished locking the doors, turned around, and saw three old women in wheel chairs, coming to devour my soul. They weren't really old, at all. I was getting tired of this, so i raised my sword, screaming, and rushing toward them. While they moved forward, smoothly, without pause, my motions were in frame jumps of about 5', per motion. After the last jump, when i'd covered fifteen feet, in three steps, i was right at them, screaming, swinging my sword. That's when i woke up, screaming.
That did not please me. The being attacked, two nights in a row. The imps, fine, i deal with imps, they were creeping me out, because they were trying to slowly decay me, from the inside, and they didn't ask, but i can deal with them. It was the others, in the hallway, that bothered me. Two dreams, ending with things trying to kill me, in two nights. Gee, wonder if i'm trying to tell me that i feel "set-upon"? Feh.
Don't remember if i've said this before, but, just in case any of the new kids are wondering, i tell you my dreams, here, so often, for a number of reasons. It's my space, for one, and i can do what i want, but more importantly, i think, it's because it's what i'd do, if i were having a conversation, with you. If i were sitting down, looking you in the eye, drinking coffee, or whatever, eventually i'd tell you abotu the fucked up dreams i had, that night, because it helps me to understand them, and it gives you a little insight to me. Rather, your perception of me.
Think about it, i tell you my dreams, you think about your interpretation of them, in the Me-Related-To-You context, then, if i tell you my interpretation-- if you ask, that means, or seem to want to know-- you get the Me-Related-To-Me-Related-To-The-Me-That-Relates-To-You context. And that, besides being confusing to see written out, helps provide a more whole understanding, for all of us...
Anyway, i have work, in 3.5 hours. I'm going to go find something to occupy my mind, until then. Later, all.
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Date: 2004-08-13 10:01 am (UTC)no subject
The one with the dog was simply cruel. I mean, it's not like i wouldn't understand. And maybe that was the point. That similar situations do not necessarily make similar people. Because that guy was an ass...
Ah well..
the Me-Related-To-Me-Related-To-The-Me-That-Relates-To-You context
Date: 2004-08-13 08:30 pm (UTC)Re: the Me-Related-To-Me-Related-To-The-Me-That-Relates-To-You context
Re: the Me-Related-To-Me-Related-To-The-Me-That-Relates-To-You context
Date: 2004-08-13 08:36 pm (UTC)And that should've said "that opens up the aspects of its personality," just for the record.
Re: the Me-Related-To-Me-Related-To-The-Me-That-Relates-To-You context