Fucked up dreams.
Oct. 28th, 2004 09:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Dreams of driving down roads, in AL's car, at night, having borrowed it, and of borrowing my mom's car to drive around. The place was in the mountains. Felt like an area, where i went to a wedding, one year.
Going furniture shopping with my mother, and aunt, in DC, and them living in a house that was, basically, Patrick's mom's house.
Riding around docksides, in Baltimore, and the warehouse area of DC, over by my grandmother, with my dad, and step-mother. We passed a converted restaurant area, which began to turn into a kind of anything goes, carnival shanty town of wares, including one place which sign read "Ninja Magic Music: Tattoos". We stopped at this place that sold magazines, and musical instruments, like synthetic drumkits. Inside, I looked through the magazine rack, and bet my dad t hat i could find a copy of New Scientist. He didn't think i would. There was something, here, about comic books. Super powers. Something. I searched through the magazines and found nothing. Dan started hitting on one of the female clerks, who looked like a skank. We tried to leave-- me, Devin,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beard, with my dad and step-mother in another car. When Dan finally got back, a friend of his, from the Marines, was walking up, to get in the car. He was drinking Scope, from a glass. We needed to get back to the party, because it was Ben's birthday.
Sidetracked, at a gaming session, and everyone was taking forever. The house, here, was like a combination of my grandmother's back porch, Patrick's mom's house, and one of my old apartments. There were a lot of people, and none wanted to leave. It was 3.30am, in the dream, when Ben called me, and asked when people were going to be there. We were supposed to have been there, before 3am. I told people this, and some of them decided not to even bother, and others were like "Let's go." After a brief stint of rage, and taking my anger at people out on physical reality, we left, and i woke up.
Strange things. There was more, there, that i only half-remember: conversation withabsinthetics, why i was driving around (i think i was driving to get mech_angel, who lived Much closer, in the dream), bits like that.
School today. At least it's not work, eh? Back later.
Going furniture shopping with my mother, and aunt, in DC, and them living in a house that was, basically, Patrick's mom's house.
Riding around docksides, in Baltimore, and the warehouse area of DC, over by my grandmother, with my dad, and step-mother. We passed a converted restaurant area, which began to turn into a kind of anything goes, carnival shanty town of wares, including one place which sign read "Ninja Magic Music: Tattoos". We stopped at this place that sold magazines, and musical instruments, like synthetic drumkits. Inside, I looked through the magazine rack, and bet my dad t hat i could find a copy of New Scientist. He didn't think i would. There was something, here, about comic books. Super powers. Something. I searched through the magazines and found nothing. Dan started hitting on one of the female clerks, who looked like a skank. We tried to leave-- me, Devin,
beard, with my dad and step-mother in another car. When Dan finally got back, a friend of his, from the Marines, was walking up, to get in the car. He was drinking Scope, from a glass. We needed to get back to the party, because it was Ben's birthday.Sidetracked, at a gaming session, and everyone was taking forever. The house, here, was like a combination of my grandmother's back porch, Patrick's mom's house, and one of my old apartments. There were a lot of people, and none wanted to leave. It was 3.30am, in the dream, when Ben called me, and asked when people were going to be there. We were supposed to have been there, before 3am. I told people this, and some of them decided not to even bother, and others were like "Let's go." After a brief stint of rage, and taking my anger at people out on physical reality, we left, and i woke up.
Strange things. There was more, there, that i only half-remember: conversation with
absinthetics, why i was driving around (i think i was driving to get mech_angel, who lived Much closer, in the dream), bits like that.School today. At least it's not work, eh? Back later.
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Date: 2004-10-28 08:46 am (UTC)I still hold to my personal theory that odd dreams - ones so vivid that you can remember them - tend to happen more often around full moon days.
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Date: 2004-10-28 10:36 am (UTC)And more than appologize for how little we get to communicate. I know it seems like i have a lot of free time, what with video games and all. But that's become something of a job too. Silly, I know. But I still feel like I have no free time at all. Which is fine I suppose, but i queue things a lot. There are crazy things in my que. Things people have long since thought I forgot. ^^
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It's all right, i certainly understand. Even with the game becoming like a second job. And, personally, i didn't think you Forgot. Just hoped you hadn't forcibly removed it, from que. ;)
I understand that, even as the que gets shorter, new sub-lists pop open. It's a general fact of life. Everything comes around, and I just hope that we get to talk, more, soon.