Well, that was strange.
Oct. 3rd, 2004 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7We're moving things out of DC, and bringing them to Atlanta. My mom, aunt, uncle, and grandfather are there, in my Dad's old house on 13th street, only the first floor is like a furnished basement.
I'm up the street, on the overpass of Chamblee-Tucker, over the highway, and i'm at the U-Store It, driving my grandfather's stuff, there. It's night, and i'm trying to figure out which hotel they're staying in, because i can see the Holiday Inn, and the Embassy Suites, and i don't know which. We're communicating, telepathically, and there is someone else in the truck, with me. It's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mech_angel, and she's also Angela, from "Queen of Wands." I'm having to drive on the right side of the truck, because something in the window, and driver's seat, keeps sliding over. It's like an extendable wall, but a leather padded cushion. I stop at the storage space, and call my family. There is some sort of time limit, and i'm tying to gt this done. I start smoking.
It's dusk, heading towards full night, and it's a warm, but not hot, summer night. The traffic is light, and the headlights are soft. Things are moving lazily, but i still need to get these possesions moving. i wake up, briefly.
Sneaker Pimps - [Destroying Angel]--- Thius is when i woke up, at eight am, because my TV was going, still, even though i remember turning it off, and Alton Brown was on, cooking something. I reluctantly turned him of, and went back to sleep.
I'm standing, with my family, in the airport. I'm both with and going to go pick upmech_angel, and the airpot isn't normal. We're in the international flights section, and customs is light. There was an arch, with an X-Ray and metal detector, but that was it. No secuirty, no military. We're standing at the entrance to a canal, in the airport, and we know that we have to go into this canyon/canal, with this series of locks and sections of deeper water, to get to her plane. We're standing at the entrance, biding our time, when someone comes up behind me, and pushes me. I turn around, and say "Excuse me, Sir, why'd you just do that?" He pushes me again, and starts ranting about how i think i'm better than everyone else, and how i try to solve all of my problems with violence. He keeps getting in my face, threatening me, and he reaches into my inside coat pocket, and pulls out a butterfly knife. I'm somewhat surprised that it's even There, let alone that he just invaded my space to get it. He starts playing with it, and making fun of me, lightly poking my jacket with the tip, and i ask for it back. This whole section feels like the parking deck of the Marriot, downtown, after DragonCon, and like looking down a close canal canyon, at the walls, at night. I grab the knife back from him, close it, and put it away. I grab his wrist, and restrain him, and his other hand reaches for his own knife, pulls it out and opens it. Before he can swing it at me, i bend his wrist, and apply some pressure, to stop him from moving. I calmly explain that if i had wanted to hurt him, i could do it now, or at any other time, but that, since i barely knew him, i had had no real reason to want to do so. I tell him that I now have reason To do so, but still no want. So he should leave us alone. I let him go, and he starts his way down the canal. i wake up
The Tea Party - [Lullaby]--- I woke up feeling like i'd just been tested on something. Gotta buy plane tickets, soon, for November, and i've got to start on my Sexuality and Society class... Hmm.
Off to consider things. Later all
I'm up the street, on the overpass of Chamblee-Tucker, over the highway, and i'm at the U-Store It, driving my grandfather's stuff, there. It's night, and i'm trying to figure out which hotel they're staying in, because i can see the Holiday Inn, and the Embassy Suites, and i don't know which. We're communicating, telepathically, and there is someone else in the truck, with me. It's
mech_angel, and she's also Angela, from "Queen of Wands." I'm having to drive on the right side of the truck, because something in the window, and driver's seat, keeps sliding over. It's like an extendable wall, but a leather padded cushion. I stop at the storage space, and call my family. There is some sort of time limit, and i'm tying to gt this done. I start smoking.It's dusk, heading towards full night, and it's a warm, but not hot, summer night. The traffic is light, and the headlights are soft. Things are moving lazily, but i still need to get these possesions moving. i wake up, briefly.
Sneaker Pimps - [Destroying Angel]--- Thius is when i woke up, at eight am, because my TV was going, still, even though i remember turning it off, and Alton Brown was on, cooking something. I reluctantly turned him of, and went back to sleep.
I'm standing, with my family, in the airport. I'm both with and going to go pick up
mech_angel, and the airpot isn't normal. We're in the international flights section, and customs is light. There was an arch, with an X-Ray and metal detector, but that was it. No secuirty, no military. We're standing at the entrance to a canal, in the airport, and we know that we have to go into this canyon/canal, with this series of locks and sections of deeper water, to get to her plane. We're standing at the entrance, biding our time, when someone comes up behind me, and pushes me. I turn around, and say "Excuse me, Sir, why'd you just do that?" He pushes me again, and starts ranting about how i think i'm better than everyone else, and how i try to solve all of my problems with violence. He keeps getting in my face, threatening me, and he reaches into my inside coat pocket, and pulls out a butterfly knife. I'm somewhat surprised that it's even There, let alone that he just invaded my space to get it. He starts playing with it, and making fun of me, lightly poking my jacket with the tip, and i ask for it back. This whole section feels like the parking deck of the Marriot, downtown, after DragonCon, and like looking down a close canal canyon, at the walls, at night. I grab the knife back from him, close it, and put it away. I grab his wrist, and restrain him, and his other hand reaches for his own knife, pulls it out and opens it. Before he can swing it at me, i bend his wrist, and apply some pressure, to stop him from moving. I calmly explain that if i had wanted to hurt him, i could do it now, or at any other time, but that, since i barely knew him, i had had no real reason to want to do so. I tell him that I now have reason To do so, but still no want. So he should leave us alone. I let him go, and he starts his way down the canal. i wake upThe Tea Party - [Lullaby]--- I woke up feeling like i'd just been tested on something. Gotta buy plane tickets, soon, for November, and i've got to start on my Sexuality and Society class... Hmm.
Off to consider things. Later all
