it has begun
Nov. 23rd, 2004 10:55 amI dreamed in Metroid, last night, and i also dreamed in trying to tell a story to people, about something that was happening, but they kept interrupting. The second to last dream i had, before i woke up, was of talking to Minister Louis Farrakhan, on the phone, and explaining to him why i was not going to be putting missle payloads, in the giant futuristic spaceship i'd just helped the US to build. I tried to explain to him, and Osama bin Laden, In the Dream, about a world where people could get along, and let each other live, and how that wasn't going to be accomplished through much violence, especially not of That drastic a nature. {11.27am: (The Dresden Dolls - [Truce (Live)]). I tried to show how important actual discussion and dialogue could be. (and damn you winamp).} I kept losing signal, with them, and then Farrakhan wouldn't answer my calls, anymore. Just got his voicemail. Then there was something about some guy showing his predatory nature, beating the hell out of the bully who had been beating him up, for years, and getting back together with his true love.Then i woke up.
I woke up at 8 something, this morning. I went to bed at four... What woke me up, most recently, from that fucked up dream, was what sounded like something falling out of the sky, at a high rate of speed. Didn't hear or feel an impact, though, so i'm guessing everything's ok...
Off to go read more... or try to get back to sleep...
When i live in fractaled picture-states
All i think about is your eyes,
Your lips, and hands, weaving the death
of the distance between us.
When i dream of Mist and anywhere i want
I always think of you.
I woke up at 8 something, this morning. I went to bed at four... What woke me up, most recently, from that fucked up dream, was what sounded like something falling out of the sky, at a high rate of speed. Didn't hear or feel an impact, though, so i'm guessing everything's ok...
Off to go read more... or try to get back to sleep...
When i live in fractaled picture-states
All i think about is your eyes,
Your lips, and hands, weaving the death
of the distance between us.
When i dream of Mist and anywhere i want
I always think of you.