Training facilities.
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wolven7Flashes of a house, possibly my great aunt's, and a few others, combined, with a carport, over parking spaces, next to the house.
At the movies, at the mall in my head, but also in the movie, on screen, which is a sequel to the Punisher. He's in a new place, it seems, with a new assistant, who can hack into any system, and can find information on absolutely anyone. Frank Castle hooks up with him, and starts, again, when the Mob refuses to leave him alone, and let him live his semblance of a life. The last shot is of the mobsters, seeing information dossiers on all of them, including pictures of their families, sleeping. Durning the movie, i'm eating a bag of peanut M&Ms, and am engrossed, with the plot.
Heading home, driving and walking, and it is a cool fall afternoon, and the leaves are changing colour. Around, again, a park that doesn't exist, there is a hill down, into the main park, and trees around. Like so many parks, together, trying to be ideally a park half-remembered from when i was a kid. There's a pizza place, around here, and the National Zoo, so we're in NW DC, at the moment. Trendy-ish part of town. I keep walking and eating my M&Ms.
Coming home, and there is a carport over my parking lot. There are steps downstairs, to the basement, which is like my grandmother's now, and not simply my downstairs living room, and there are people here, hanging out, having a barbeque, or something of the sort. I drop my bag off, behind the loveseat, and next to the built-in bookshelves, and i head into the kitchen. As i'm walking through my great aunt's living room, and the kitchen in the new house, i realise about the carport. I run back outside and i look at it, and run back into the kitchen. I say, "You know, with a roof over that thing, it looks really a lot like that dream."![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bakeneko, lilsayermonster, and many other people, are in my kitchen, some wandering around like zombies, staring at nothing, and wandering around, purposeless. Others are staring at me, as if judging what i'm supposed to be doing. I still have my bag of peanut M&Ms, from the movie. bakeneko picks me up, and starts carrying me around, and eventually she falls down. Everyone stares, more, as if it's some weird exhibitionist act. I get up, and hear "No, wait, I'm not finished." I think "Well that's too bad," and walk downstairs, into the living room, then back up into the kitchen. The kitchen now has a set of stairs, leading outside, and they are fairly steep. They are like the stairs leading into bakeneko's basement, combined withthe stairs that lead into the alley, behind my dead grandfather's house, in DC. The stairs lead into a basement that is also a back alley, and an open yard. People are sitting here, staring into the yard, basement, alley. They aren't talking, except low, under their breaths. Hushed whispers and fearful talks. I sit on the steps, with the bag of M&Ms between my legs. It's time for me to go.
A military briefing that doesn't happen, but of which i have full memory, and we are told not to curse, in front of the old woman, because she doesn't like it. Someone tells me that they got off easy, because they're working in the Shop.
I'm in a military personel carrier, and we are driving, to the old woman's home, which is off of the highway, and into the woods, over a rickety bridge, and a stream. The area is dark, and we're being briefed, again, i still have my bag of peanut M&Ms, and i'm thinking about the types of people in the carrier. Most of them are military except for me. I'm there in a scientific, or leadership, or observer capacity. Some position that makes me feel like Daniel Jackson, at the beginning of Stargate. When we turn onto the bridge,a nd i see the Dark of the woods, I say, under my breath "Damn." The old woman whips around, at me and says "'Damn?' Did you just say 'Damn'?" And i look her inthe eye and lie to her, because i can, having no respect, or liking for this woman, and the fact that she thinks this place is Hers, and i tell her "No, i said 'Dang.'" She regards me suspiciously, and turns around, in her seat.
We are parked, and the carrier is shorter, now. Missing at least two rows of seats, and there are three more carriers, in the parking lot. I 'm ooking around, and trying to figure out what i'm supposed to be doing. No one has given me a schedule, though everyone else seems to have one. I go into a roo, wher ebooks are being sold, and classes are being handed out. When you have your classes, they are Yours, and you can't change them. I talk to the Sergent, and ask him, if i can be moved into the shop, for work, becuase people i know are there. Most of the people i know are working, not taking classes, and it's like a camp. Boyscout camp, and other camps, and the machine shop is also the quartermaster station, with food, and everything. I get directed to a new seat, by the seargent, and i'm sitting in a class that is in the shop. I'm sitting behind a kind of long table, like a panel table, for a convention, up on a dias, to the side of the room. The "class" is something like "Business Ethincal Practices and Applicable Calculus." I don't know what i'm doing there, because none of it seems to be involved with what i'm supposed to be doing, at the training. I get up, and walk behind people, and step off the dias, and wander around in this warehouse thing, that seems to house all of the classes, the cafeteria, the quartermaster, and everything. i see people, and talk to them. It feels like Dragon Con. I go backthe thabel, class, panel, thing.
I'm sitting between two people, in white face cabaret make-up, and am watching an episode of the Simpsons on a laptop/handheld Widows Media Player device, and the episode tells everything that's happened int his dream, up to this point, and i'm awtching the Credits. I look to the girl, next to me, with the shreded, recursive remnants of the dreams starting to form her face, and a cohesive story, in my head, and i tlel her that i'm looking for her name in the credits. I see the name "Amanda Palmer" flash by, on the screen, and i look to my right, and see Brian Viglione, sitting, staring, not talking, but communicating, telling me things about life, and the reason we're here. Things are becoming clearer, and the movie theater is coming back into focus, and we are at the training to train others, and that is Our training. My phone rings, and it is my mother calling, as king me how things are going. I tell her what's going on, and she tells me how things are. She asks me, then, "Has the Pck run, yet?" I start and say "What?" not knowing hwat she asked, or why, my mind trying to turn it into "Has the part come yet?" She says again, more clearly, "Has the Pack Run, Yet?" Something clicks in my head, and i understand what i'm doing there, most fully. I wake up
Flogging Molly - [What's Left of the Flag]--- I woke up, looked around, and tooled around here, for a lttle while. Then i went back to bed, because i could. Long day of sleeping in, and not a lot to do, but things to read and write. I went back to sleep, though. Dreamed about conversations withmistersleepless, walking and talking with My dad, and some other people and occuerences, in a mall, i think. Just talking and working. First full set of dreams i've remembered, in a long time, and i dreamed the Dresden Dolls. Heh.
I'm going to go eat food, i do believe, and then do school works, as well as others.
Ta.
At the movies, at the mall in my head, but also in the movie, on screen, which is a sequel to the Punisher. He's in a new place, it seems, with a new assistant, who can hack into any system, and can find information on absolutely anyone. Frank Castle hooks up with him, and starts, again, when the Mob refuses to leave him alone, and let him live his semblance of a life. The last shot is of the mobsters, seeing information dossiers on all of them, including pictures of their families, sleeping. Durning the movie, i'm eating a bag of peanut M&Ms, and am engrossed, with the plot.
Heading home, driving and walking, and it is a cool fall afternoon, and the leaves are changing colour. Around, again, a park that doesn't exist, there is a hill down, into the main park, and trees around. Like so many parks, together, trying to be ideally a park half-remembered from when i was a kid. There's a pizza place, around here, and the National Zoo, so we're in NW DC, at the moment. Trendy-ish part of town. I keep walking and eating my M&Ms.
Coming home, and there is a carport over my parking lot. There are steps downstairs, to the basement, which is like my grandmother's now, and not simply my downstairs living room, and there are people here, hanging out, having a barbeque, or something of the sort. I drop my bag off, behind the loveseat, and next to the built-in bookshelves, and i head into the kitchen. As i'm walking through my great aunt's living room, and the kitchen in the new house, i realise about the carport. I run back outside and i look at it, and run back into the kitchen. I say, "You know, with a roof over that thing, it looks really a lot like that dream."
bakeneko, lilsayermonster, and many other people, are in my kitchen, some wandering around like zombies, staring at nothing, and wandering around, purposeless. Others are staring at me, as if judging what i'm supposed to be doing. I still have my bag of peanut M&Ms, from the movie. bakeneko picks me up, and starts carrying me around, and eventually she falls down. Everyone stares, more, as if it's some weird exhibitionist act. I get up, and hear "No, wait, I'm not finished." I think "Well that's too bad," and walk downstairs, into the living room, then back up into the kitchen. The kitchen now has a set of stairs, leading outside, and they are fairly steep. They are like the stairs leading into bakeneko's basement, combined withthe stairs that lead into the alley, behind my dead grandfather's house, in DC. The stairs lead into a basement that is also a back alley, and an open yard. People are sitting here, staring into the yard, basement, alley. They aren't talking, except low, under their breaths. Hushed whispers and fearful talks. I sit on the steps, with the bag of M&Ms between my legs. It's time for me to go.A military briefing that doesn't happen, but of which i have full memory, and we are told not to curse, in front of the old woman, because she doesn't like it. Someone tells me that they got off easy, because they're working in the Shop.
I'm in a military personel carrier, and we are driving, to the old woman's home, which is off of the highway, and into the woods, over a rickety bridge, and a stream. The area is dark, and we're being briefed, again, i still have my bag of peanut M&Ms, and i'm thinking about the types of people in the carrier. Most of them are military except for me. I'm there in a scientific, or leadership, or observer capacity. Some position that makes me feel like Daniel Jackson, at the beginning of Stargate. When we turn onto the bridge,a nd i see the Dark of the woods, I say, under my breath "Damn." The old woman whips around, at me and says "'Damn?' Did you just say 'Damn'?" And i look her inthe eye and lie to her, because i can, having no respect, or liking for this woman, and the fact that she thinks this place is Hers, and i tell her "No, i said 'Dang.'" She regards me suspiciously, and turns around, in her seat.
We are parked, and the carrier is shorter, now. Missing at least two rows of seats, and there are three more carriers, in the parking lot. I 'm ooking around, and trying to figure out what i'm supposed to be doing. No one has given me a schedule, though everyone else seems to have one. I go into a roo, wher ebooks are being sold, and classes are being handed out. When you have your classes, they are Yours, and you can't change them. I talk to the Sergent, and ask him, if i can be moved into the shop, for work, becuase people i know are there. Most of the people i know are working, not taking classes, and it's like a camp. Boyscout camp, and other camps, and the machine shop is also the quartermaster station, with food, and everything. I get directed to a new seat, by the seargent, and i'm sitting in a class that is in the shop. I'm sitting behind a kind of long table, like a panel table, for a convention, up on a dias, to the side of the room. The "class" is something like "Business Ethincal Practices and Applicable Calculus." I don't know what i'm doing there, because none of it seems to be involved with what i'm supposed to be doing, at the training. I get up, and walk behind people, and step off the dias, and wander around in this warehouse thing, that seems to house all of the classes, the cafeteria, the quartermaster, and everything. i see people, and talk to them. It feels like Dragon Con. I go backthe thabel, class, panel, thing.
I'm sitting between two people, in white face cabaret make-up, and am watching an episode of the Simpsons on a laptop/handheld Widows Media Player device, and the episode tells everything that's happened int his dream, up to this point, and i'm awtching the Credits. I look to the girl, next to me, with the shreded, recursive remnants of the dreams starting to form her face, and a cohesive story, in my head, and i tlel her that i'm looking for her name in the credits. I see the name "Amanda Palmer" flash by, on the screen, and i look to my right, and see Brian Viglione, sitting, staring, not talking, but communicating, telling me things about life, and the reason we're here. Things are becoming clearer, and the movie theater is coming back into focus, and we are at the training to train others, and that is Our training. My phone rings, and it is my mother calling, as king me how things are going. I tell her what's going on, and she tells me how things are. She asks me, then, "Has the Pck run, yet?" I start and say "What?" not knowing hwat she asked, or why, my mind trying to turn it into "Has the part come yet?" She says again, more clearly, "Has the Pack Run, Yet?" Something clicks in my head, and i understand what i'm doing there, most fully. I wake up
Flogging Molly - [What's Left of the Flag]--- I woke up, looked around, and tooled around here, for a lttle while. Then i went back to bed, because i could. Long day of sleeping in, and not a lot to do, but things to read and write. I went back to sleep, though. Dreamed about conversations with
mistersleepless, walking and talking with My dad, and some other people and occuerences, in a mall, i think. Just talking and working. First full set of dreams i've remembered, in a long time, and i dreamed the Dresden Dolls. Heh.I'm going to go eat food, i do believe, and then do school works, as well as others.
Ta.
