Thinking thoughts...
Oct. 18th, 2004 02:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Tool - Stinkfist--- Don't forget: Party on the 22. I'm going to keep interjecting that, so people know.
Anyway, I've been having a lot of really strange Coincidences, recently. Coincidences, synchronicities, and simply neat occurences. I've been complimented on my leather trenchcoat, no less than three times, since being in DC. This compared to the None i was receiving, before. I don't know what that signals, if anything, at all, really, but it's lead to me feeling a lot more comfortable, with myself, in general. Feeling more me, and more... At home. Which is strange, for me.
I've also had this intense sense of impending doom, for the past two or three days. That Staring-At-The-Back-Of-Your-Head, Just-Over-Your-Shoulder kind of feeling, like you'll turn around, and there'll be some guy with a fucking huge axe, or some shit, and then you have to jam a pen into his eye, real hard, and run like your ass is on fire, and then, three days later, the cops show up and ask if you've seen the Kindly Woodsman™. (Tool - Eulogy). This has not been helped by the fact that, twice, since i've returned from DC, there's been a silver Mitsubishi, at the stop sign, across the street. Just sittingthere, for long periods of time. But wait: There's more.
People have taken to sitting outsidde of my job, staring, and writing notes, while i work. This is... odd, when my Co-worker, the tiny, mundane conservative, notices and tries to bring it too my attention. Paranoia, as i said, runs rampant. I'm... Not quite done. I had some visitors, yesterday.
Three people drove up in a light blue Oldsmobile luxury sedan. Older. The car And the people. In their later 30s. They said that they were "Just passing by while shopping, and wanted to stop and take a look at the house." Then the lady says "It's a very nice house." "Yes it is," I say. A pause. "May I come in?" She asks. "Not right now; have a good afternoon," I reply, not missing a beat. I turned and walked back into the house, fully expecting to be shot in the back, or descended upon, as i went. This freaked me out, a bit.
I've been having dreams, about explaining metaphysical and spiritual things to people who need to know them. Things Like the nature of Triva, Goddess of Pathways. I had to explain to this guy that , while at the Crossroads, she could ask you any question, and you had to answer truthfully, but that the reverse was also true. (Tool - H.). In the course of my explaining this, to him, i start a description, and the description is of an old man, with a grey hodded robe, and a long white beard, driving a horse-drawn cart, to a crossroads. I start describing what's in the cart, when i stop, realising that i'm describing Technology, now, and not Trivia. But i also realise that they are, some how, inextricably linked. Don't ask.
I've been dreaming about epic battles, again. Because all the fighting, in my life, is ideological, or time-based. They play out, in my mind, subconscious, as epic, grandiose rampant destructions. I was the evil, last night, and the good. Good guys, bad guys, and i was both. He-Man, and The Ultimate Incarnation of All Evil. But He-Man wasn't... It was strange. Things to think about.
I want to work on things, again, have the time to devote to my changing the world and all reality. To that end, i saw "I Heart Huckabee's," tonight. See the movie. It has Existentialist and Nihilist Detectives, and is one of the funniest movies i've seen in a long time. (Tool - Useful Idiot). Great philosphy, and practical applications, as well as a great story, with awesome comedy. (Tool - Forty Six & 2). Intertwined. Good.
Anyway. I'm done, now. Party on the 22. Costumes if you want.
Bye.
Anyway, I've been having a lot of really strange Coincidences, recently. Coincidences, synchronicities, and simply neat occurences. I've been complimented on my leather trenchcoat, no less than three times, since being in DC. This compared to the None i was receiving, before. I don't know what that signals, if anything, at all, really, but it's lead to me feeling a lot more comfortable, with myself, in general. Feeling more me, and more... At home. Which is strange, for me.
I've also had this intense sense of impending doom, for the past two or three days. That Staring-At-The-Back-Of-Your-Head, Just-Over-Your-Shoulder kind of feeling, like you'll turn around, and there'll be some guy with a fucking huge axe, or some shit, and then you have to jam a pen into his eye, real hard, and run like your ass is on fire, and then, three days later, the cops show up and ask if you've seen the Kindly Woodsman™. (Tool - Eulogy). This has not been helped by the fact that, twice, since i've returned from DC, there's been a silver Mitsubishi, at the stop sign, across the street. Just sittingthere, for long periods of time. But wait: There's more.
People have taken to sitting outsidde of my job, staring, and writing notes, while i work. This is... odd, when my Co-worker, the tiny, mundane conservative, notices and tries to bring it too my attention. Paranoia, as i said, runs rampant. I'm... Not quite done. I had some visitors, yesterday.
Three people drove up in a light blue Oldsmobile luxury sedan. Older. The car And the people. In their later 30s. They said that they were "Just passing by while shopping, and wanted to stop and take a look at the house." Then the lady says "It's a very nice house." "Yes it is," I say. A pause. "May I come in?" She asks. "Not right now; have a good afternoon," I reply, not missing a beat. I turned and walked back into the house, fully expecting to be shot in the back, or descended upon, as i went. This freaked me out, a bit.
I've been having dreams, about explaining metaphysical and spiritual things to people who need to know them. Things Like the nature of Triva, Goddess of Pathways. I had to explain to this guy that , while at the Crossroads, she could ask you any question, and you had to answer truthfully, but that the reverse was also true. (Tool - H.). In the course of my explaining this, to him, i start a description, and the description is of an old man, with a grey hodded robe, and a long white beard, driving a horse-drawn cart, to a crossroads. I start describing what's in the cart, when i stop, realising that i'm describing Technology, now, and not Trivia. But i also realise that they are, some how, inextricably linked. Don't ask.
I've been dreaming about epic battles, again. Because all the fighting, in my life, is ideological, or time-based. They play out, in my mind, subconscious, as epic, grandiose rampant destructions. I was the evil, last night, and the good. Good guys, bad guys, and i was both. He-Man, and The Ultimate Incarnation of All Evil. But He-Man wasn't... It was strange. Things to think about.
I want to work on things, again, have the time to devote to my changing the world and all reality. To that end, i saw "I Heart Huckabee's," tonight. See the movie. It has Existentialist and Nihilist Detectives, and is one of the funniest movies i've seen in a long time. (Tool - Useful Idiot). Great philosphy, and practical applications, as well as a great story, with awesome comedy. (Tool - Forty Six & 2). Intertwined. Good.
Anyway. I'm done, now. Party on the 22. Costumes if you want.
Bye.
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Date: 2004-10-18 12:22 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-18 04:37 pm (UTC)Not to be too early on it, but I'm going back up to DC for Xmas. Are you as well? It would be neat to tour you around, if the season's not too tragic for you.
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Date: 2004-10-18 04:31 am (UTC)no subject
....well...
Date: 2004-10-18 06:49 am (UTC).... I often wonder about that.
BTW, you need to go read my blog. NOW. You were in a dream, which freaked me out so badly I woke up and wrote it down.
Re: ....well...
AS for that dream, it was vrey fucked up. I'm tthinking someone's growing someones they shouldn't be. Using plant knowledge to substitue for belief, which, if true, would cause all Kinds of horrible problems.
More investigation, i think.
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Date: 2004-10-18 10:34 am (UTC)Forgetting the basics gets you killed.
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Date: 2004-10-18 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-20 08:02 pm (UTC)I've never been paranoid, much about strangers. It's the people I know but don't Know that bother me. The thought that they really are only acting as if they like me, that they're annoyed by me.
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I know that feeling, too well...