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wolven7Something about trying to have genuine interactions with people, and them wanting me to get them off. Leaving that situation.
Thoughts about conversations with my father.
Everything feels like rain, and cleaning away.
Leaving/Playing hooky from/Told to leave school, and have a day off, go out, wander, drive. Relaxation is found at home, and in driving places. Anywhere at all, because it's my car. Old scenes and conglomerations of parks and streets that i found pretty. DC and Atlanta streets, combining with themselves and each other, sinuous rope layers of street and side walk, coild around concave parks, like pits. Beautiful.
Driving, borrowing my mother's car, after a strange FieldTrip-Turned-Training-Session, with my elementary school, and highschool, trying to make it both back to and away from the SixFlags, wher the training is taking place. The driving is the thing, the acquisition and manipulation of the car, and the mechanical transportation. Moving something closer. Weh had passed through a toll bridge, before, and i'm trying to drive, and sit in the passenger seat, all at the same time, but more moving to hte driving, all the time. Fully in the driver's side, but having to adjust things, not able to get the change for the toll, and being forced down a path. I look behind me, and there's no one, and i try to get the change from the floor, and i start to back up when i have it. There are a lot of people, behind me. Directly behind me is a stalled out car, facing the other way. when i try to back closer to it, to avoid the people, the cars pushme forward. There's one person/car, in particular, who feels like my uncle, like Peter Berg, and slightly like the TV presence of Patrick Warburton, only smarter, more of a Sharp undercurrent to all of them, and i tell him i want to back up. He points to the line, way behind us. I look up, and see the highway i want to be on, past the toll bridge, arching over me.
The guy who was behind me is now standing next to me, and all of the facets he seems to be wearing are glinting past so fast, they sem to be there, all at once, but i know that they aren't. I know that there's something Else underneath, too; something of a more perfect whole. We are, at once, standing, walking down a corridor, under the toll booths, as well as driving under it. There is a freight elevator, under here, and there is an announcement, talking about the wait, for the return of the elevator, without it's cargo. The guy says to me, "We need to wait for... Well, actually..." And the bottom of the elevator shaft and the platform both blossom up and open, and there are stairs, now, around the outer edge of the elevator. There are stairs and elevator, occupying the same dimensional space, the question is which you feel like taking.
We start walking up the stairs, and i'm bleeding, because i'm hurt, i start coughing up blood, and my companion says to me, "Ah, don't worry, when we get to the top, you can finally find out what" and he says a word that meant Mechanincal/ Light/ God/ Dark/ ElectricFire "saliva tastes like," because that is one way to save me, his kissing me. I say "Meh," because i don't know if he's joking, and i keep walking, out pacing him. He says, "What?" "Meh." "What?" "MEH." "WHAT?" "No." "Ok, then. Let's move on. We're halfway there" I was only supposed to make a decision, and follow it. At one point he carries me, kind of, up the stairs,p because i'm still walking, but there is also the feeling of being in a Fireman's Carry. I walk the last two flights by myself.
We come out fo the stair case, on top of a wall, surrounding a courtyard. There are a lot of drunk people, here, what seems like a party, or simple boredom. The person with whom i've been walking has a smile on his fae, at what he sees, because he finds it genuinely entertaining. I see people i know, and the first one is Jeremy, so i know i'm in Athens. Whether Georgia or Greece, is irrelevant. Redhaired Jeremy asks what happened, and why i'm there, so i tell him the story of how i got turned around, looking for change, and how Other Jeremy, because that's what my guest has decided to call himself, because he finds it amusing, brought me here, to show me some things. I have a seat next to the edge of the wall, near one of the raised fortifications, and i look down, and see that it's only about six feet off the ground. I also see that there is a naked girl below me, holding a towel to her front, trying to climb the wall. It's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cryptickisses I say, "Would you like a hand up?" She accepts, does and doesn't say "Yes please," vocally, so i help her up and she falls on top of me. Parson and AL say, "Oh there you are, are you done with the filming?" And they laugh, because all three of them have been working on a movie, and the last scene involved covering this girl in machine lubricant. She is laying on top of me, trying to clean herself off, and get dressed. Everyone takes this opportunity to note that there is a tall, skinny, naked brunette on my lap, when the two of us are well aware of the situation. She moves, and sits/lays on the stone street/walkway, on top of the wall, and i smile and say "So you wanna make out?" She, also having no real emotional attachment or attraction to me, says "Ok," and we do. I wake up
That was kind of crass, and I resent that. (Rob Zombie - [Living Dead Girl]). Yes, i have urges, physical wants and desires, and all, but, honestly, that's not what i want, over-all. That was a purely physical manifestation, and, maybe, that's what part of me wants satisfied, right now. But part of me also wants nicotine cravings satisfied (not much, really), and another part would like to put my hand through plate glass, when things go wrong. I don't give in to them, because they are simply wants, they are not what i Want/Need.
Outkast - [Roses]--- Yeah, i dissect a lot of things, a lot, we know... Maybe it was simply a subconscious manifestation section of dream, certain drives not satisfied, and a personage picked at random. I'm willing to think that, as a possibility.
The whole dream had that "Just a Friendly Walk, Oh Look at all the Lessons, on the ground," feeling. Showing me the way things could be, in certain aspects. Not entirely fulfilling, not without gratifications. It was a good dream, for what it taught. I guess i just wish the person, at the end, had been {a Certain} someone else. (Damon Albarn& Michael Nyman - [Checkmate]). But then that wouldn't have been the lesson it was, would it?
{Nothing againstcryptickisses, at all, mind you; she's completely awesome. She's simply not who i Want/Need.}
Anyway. Something else, in the conversations, from last night, was talk of that Void, i'd mentioned, and basically him telling me to just.. fill it. Stretch out in, it, as far as possible, without losing myself to it, but only barely. (Lamb - [Angelica]). He reminded me of that feeling, when you're over deep water, and you can't feel the bottom. You're pretty sure there aren't creatures down there. Pretty sure. But it's deep, and the act of keeping your head above water-- of keeping your face, from the chin upward, just over the surface, because you know what happens if it goes under-- can be a a cleansing and clarifying one. Even Just-Barely-Not-Drowning can be a nostalgic thing.
The Black Heart Procession - [A Light So Dim]--- I'm going to go find breakfast. Later All
{1.34pm: Faith & The Muse - [Sredni Vashtar]--- One more thing about politiks: http://www.comedycentral.com/mp/play.php?reposid=/multimedia/tds/stewart/jon_9007.html }
Thoughts about conversations with my father.
Everything feels like rain, and cleaning away.
Leaving/Playing hooky from/Told to leave school, and have a day off, go out, wander, drive. Relaxation is found at home, and in driving places. Anywhere at all, because it's my car. Old scenes and conglomerations of parks and streets that i found pretty. DC and Atlanta streets, combining with themselves and each other, sinuous rope layers of street and side walk, coild around concave parks, like pits. Beautiful.
Driving, borrowing my mother's car, after a strange FieldTrip-Turned-Training-Session, with my elementary school, and highschool, trying to make it both back to and away from the SixFlags, wher the training is taking place. The driving is the thing, the acquisition and manipulation of the car, and the mechanical transportation. Moving something closer. Weh had passed through a toll bridge, before, and i'm trying to drive, and sit in the passenger seat, all at the same time, but more moving to hte driving, all the time. Fully in the driver's side, but having to adjust things, not able to get the change for the toll, and being forced down a path. I look behind me, and there's no one, and i try to get the change from the floor, and i start to back up when i have it. There are a lot of people, behind me. Directly behind me is a stalled out car, facing the other way. when i try to back closer to it, to avoid the people, the cars pushme forward. There's one person/car, in particular, who feels like my uncle, like Peter Berg, and slightly like the TV presence of Patrick Warburton, only smarter, more of a Sharp undercurrent to all of them, and i tell him i want to back up. He points to the line, way behind us. I look up, and see the highway i want to be on, past the toll bridge, arching over me.
The guy who was behind me is now standing next to me, and all of the facets he seems to be wearing are glinting past so fast, they sem to be there, all at once, but i know that they aren't. I know that there's something Else underneath, too; something of a more perfect whole. We are, at once, standing, walking down a corridor, under the toll booths, as well as driving under it. There is a freight elevator, under here, and there is an announcement, talking about the wait, for the return of the elevator, without it's cargo. The guy says to me, "We need to wait for... Well, actually..." And the bottom of the elevator shaft and the platform both blossom up and open, and there are stairs, now, around the outer edge of the elevator. There are stairs and elevator, occupying the same dimensional space, the question is which you feel like taking.
We start walking up the stairs, and i'm bleeding, because i'm hurt, i start coughing up blood, and my companion says to me, "Ah, don't worry, when we get to the top, you can finally find out what" and he says a word that meant Mechanincal/ Light/ God/ Dark/ ElectricFire "saliva tastes like," because that is one way to save me, his kissing me. I say "Meh," because i don't know if he's joking, and i keep walking, out pacing him. He says, "What?" "Meh." "What?" "MEH." "WHAT?" "No." "Ok, then. Let's move on. We're halfway there" I was only supposed to make a decision, and follow it. At one point he carries me, kind of, up the stairs,p because i'm still walking, but there is also the feeling of being in a Fireman's Carry. I walk the last two flights by myself.
We come out fo the stair case, on top of a wall, surrounding a courtyard. There are a lot of drunk people, here, what seems like a party, or simple boredom. The person with whom i've been walking has a smile on his fae, at what he sees, because he finds it genuinely entertaining. I see people i know, and the first one is Jeremy, so i know i'm in Athens. Whether Georgia or Greece, is irrelevant. Redhaired Jeremy asks what happened, and why i'm there, so i tell him the story of how i got turned around, looking for change, and how Other Jeremy, because that's what my guest has decided to call himself, because he finds it amusing, brought me here, to show me some things. I have a seat next to the edge of the wall, near one of the raised fortifications, and i look down, and see that it's only about six feet off the ground. I also see that there is a naked girl below me, holding a towel to her front, trying to climb the wall. It's
cryptickisses I say, "Would you like a hand up?" She accepts, does and doesn't say "Yes please," vocally, so i help her up and she falls on top of me. Parson and AL say, "Oh there you are, are you done with the filming?" And they laugh, because all three of them have been working on a movie, and the last scene involved covering this girl in machine lubricant. She is laying on top of me, trying to clean herself off, and get dressed. Everyone takes this opportunity to note that there is a tall, skinny, naked brunette on my lap, when the two of us are well aware of the situation. She moves, and sits/lays on the stone street/walkway, on top of the wall, and i smile and say "So you wanna make out?" She, also having no real emotional attachment or attraction to me, says "Ok," and we do. I wake upThat was kind of crass, and I resent that. (Rob Zombie - [Living Dead Girl]). Yes, i have urges, physical wants and desires, and all, but, honestly, that's not what i want, over-all. That was a purely physical manifestation, and, maybe, that's what part of me wants satisfied, right now. But part of me also wants nicotine cravings satisfied (not much, really), and another part would like to put my hand through plate glass, when things go wrong. I don't give in to them, because they are simply wants, they are not what i Want/Need.
Outkast - [Roses]--- Yeah, i dissect a lot of things, a lot, we know... Maybe it was simply a subconscious manifestation section of dream, certain drives not satisfied, and a personage picked at random. I'm willing to think that, as a possibility.
The whole dream had that "Just a Friendly Walk, Oh Look at all the Lessons, on the ground," feeling. Showing me the way things could be, in certain aspects. Not entirely fulfilling, not without gratifications. It was a good dream, for what it taught. I guess i just wish the person, at the end, had been {a Certain} someone else. (Damon Albarn& Michael Nyman - [Checkmate]). But then that wouldn't have been the lesson it was, would it?
{Nothing against
cryptickisses, at all, mind you; she's completely awesome. She's simply not who i Want/Need.}Anyway. Something else, in the conversations, from last night, was talk of that Void, i'd mentioned, and basically him telling me to just.. fill it. Stretch out in, it, as far as possible, without losing myself to it, but only barely. (Lamb - [Angelica]). He reminded me of that feeling, when you're over deep water, and you can't feel the bottom. You're pretty sure there aren't creatures down there. Pretty sure. But it's deep, and the act of keeping your head above water-- of keeping your face, from the chin upward, just over the surface, because you know what happens if it goes under-- can be a a cleansing and clarifying one. Even Just-Barely-Not-Drowning can be a nostalgic thing.
The Black Heart Procession - [A Light So Dim]--- I'm going to go find breakfast. Later All
{1.34pm: Faith & The Muse - [Sredni Vashtar]--- One more thing about politiks: http://www.comedycentral.com/mp/play.php?reposid=/multimedia/tds/stewart/jon_9007.html }
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Jeremy Spoke in...
Date: 2004-08-15 10:03 am (UTC)Re: Jeremy Spoke in...
No, because he doesn't have a woman. ^_^
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Date: 2004-08-15 10:13 am (UTC)Now I am even more amused, because I was listening to that song on my inner radio player as I read the dream.
And he's not so complicated, really.
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Date: 2004-08-15 07:59 pm (UTC)BAD pun.
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Date: 2004-08-15 08:36 pm (UTC)Re: Jeremy Spoke in...
And anyone who thought of anything else has a filthy, convoluted mind. *Grins*
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You could, perhaps, ask
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Date: 2004-08-15 08:58 pm (UTC)Re: Jeremy Spoke in...
Date: 2004-08-15 08:58 pm (UTC)Re: Jeremy Spoke in...
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