wolven7 | The stars were twinkling, a lot, last night...

I'm Somewhere, looking at a series of Calvin and Hobbes comics, taped to a wall, and one of them is of Calvin, digging up his front drive way, but it's not the house Calvin normally has, in the Comic. It's a house, somewhere kind of in the woods, feels like the National preserve, in Patomac, MD. In the comic, his mom is looking at him, crawling out of the hole, filthy, carrying Hobbes, and she says, to his Dad, "I would think he was digging to the basement, but that's just not right." Somehow, in the dream, this was funny. The shot pans in, and i'm at the house, in the comic.

I'm visiting, with my friend, Daniel Weidenfeld, and, at the same time, i'm in my grandmother's house, because soemthing is going on, and my mother feels that i need to be away, for awhile; somewhere safe, where she knows i'll be taken care of. I am looking into the house, from the outside, during the day, and watching Daniel's mom walk through an open-air section, inbetween parts of the house, proper. I think about their family, and how i haven't seen or talked to them, in years. It's dark, now, early in the morning, and everyone is asleep. I go into the house, to get my stuff, which has somehow gotten inside, and their dog, a weimaraner, whose name i forget, comes up to me. At this point, it's also my frind George David's house, There is a cleaning crew, in the house, at the same time, and they all recognise and know me, and start their daily work, talking, and joking around. The dog rushes up to me, and bites my leg, not hard, as i'm walking away, enough to say "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" I continue to walk toward the door, letting the dog smell me, and remember me. When he does, he starts getting excited, but quietly, so as not to wake the family, which was something i had been afraid of, while walking around. He's very happy to see me, back. I go outside, telling him to stay in, and i listen to "The Downward Spiral," on my portable CD player, which wer the things i came in to get.

Sitting on the front patio, which is also the side and back patio, waiting, a bit, in dawn, for people to wake up, for breakfast, and the like.

It's about mid-day, and i walk out, from inside, and there are more people around. Daniel is sitting, talking to this kid i know, from Grady, but who is, here, someone we've known for years. They see my, and i shake Daniel's hand, as it's the first time i've seen him, since i've arrived. His handshake is kind of weak, like he's sick, or not trying, or maybe doesn't care, to see me, that much. I say hello to Zack, and then i go to find the family. There is gravel, round the house, where it's not paved, so pretty much everywhere except the driveway, and, after that, there are scrub grasses, and then the woods start, thin at first. I see Daniel's brother, Nick, standing on the edge of the gravel, staring out into the forest. I talk to him, about what he sees, and his personality has changed, from "cool older borther of my best friend," to "Businessman, scholar, deconstructionist, examiner, and friend of mine, is his own right." Or maybe i'm a friend of his. It's not only Nick, i'm seeing. We discuss what the woods represent, and what they mean, then he turns around, because it's time for berakfast.

It's night, and damnedsaint and Leslie are walking with me, over the gravel and scrub lands, along the edges of the woods, until we get to a road.

I'm walking along a road, and i see damnedsaint coming along, toward me, and he's telling me to turn around, that there's nothing i want, that way. I tell him i'll see. The road looks and kind of feels like one of the roads near Emory, which is connected, in some way. I keep walking, and a motorcycle and giat, Mad Max-style truck/jeep caravan appears, in the distance. I hop down, over the side of the road, hiding close to the incline, and the overhanging lip of asphalt, and wait for them to pass. The caravan stops, and i look behind me, to see this huge guy running toward me. I hear a voice, from over head, which says, "Moorchkie'll take care of 'im." I hear damnedsaint's voice, in my head, telling me that these guys are about bringing down all societal walls, but in a awy that doesn't allow for anything better. The guy chasing me is huge, and i run up the hill, past the end of the caravan, and onto the road, but we're still in the grass, kind of a worn path, or ditch. I ask him to tell me what they're trying to accomplish and he spouts on and on, about how "In the beginning was the word, and the light came, and corrupted the wod's power," and some other shit until hie gets to "Lucyfiel taught," at which point i get angry, and i hear damnedsaint's voice, again, saying what amounts to, "See? Bunch of morons". I know that if he catches me, right now, i'll be killed. Probably crushed, possibly used as some sort of sexual device, so, swinging a motorcycle helmet, at his face, i wake up

I sat in bed, for a littl while, thinking about all of that. Just, trying to figure it out, again, then i realised i'd only had about 5.5 hours of sleep, and i rolled back over.

I'm beating the big guy's face in, with the motorcycle helmet, for trying to kill me, but more for the doing things in "Lucifer's Name." I'm yelling at him that Lucifer doesn't want his worship, or his piddling attemps to bring down the "social order," and that what Lucifer wants is to be left the fuck alone, the majority of the time, and to have everything sort itself out, or not, without him. I start kicking him, but i realise that i wouldn't want anyone to beat the shit out of me, so that not even my own mother could recognise me, so i stop beating on his face, kick him, once, in the ribs, and leave him, there, on the side of the road. The caravan can see what i've done, and i know they aren't afraid of me, and could all kill me, if they rushed me. But they're sitting there, thinking, and angrily staring at me.

i'm back at the house, and there are more exchanges with the family, and thinking about my family, and so on.

There's something about a subway/sewer system, and travelling through it. Images from the movie. I wake up

Man.. those were some fucked up dreams, right there.... Quite possibly too much violence, and stupidity, in my life, right now... But all of it, for a reason, it seems...

I'm going to go start packing, now. Later.