After the Fall
Apr. 16th, 2002 05:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7So, i'm at school, again. i've had not too great of a day... It rather well sucked, actually... We talked about Death, today, in my World Literature class... People didn't particularly appreciate my views of death, and the necessity, and my recounting of Burrial practices, in the old days. Two people walked out of the class, as i was speaking...
i've been in a Necessarian mood, again, recently. Been reading "The Gunslinger," which is part one of the "Dark Tower" series by Stephen King. i've realised exactly how much so many people are like Roland.
i had a Dream last nyte.
i'm in the car. We're riding to a parking lot, which is like the parking lot outside of Gladys Knight's Chicken and Waffles. The parking lot is in front of a large building. The buiilding is the headquarters of NBC. i'm there with a demonstration group, and we're protesting a certain kind of treatment of something or another. i walk up to the front of the building, and talk to people, there, who are all rude to me. This woman with long, curly red hair comes up to me; she is the programming director for all of NBC. i tell her that i want to see spike lee. She explains to me why this is impossible at this tyme. i tell her that it is a matter of some importance. One of the lackeys comes up to me, screaming, "Do you know who this is?! You can't just demand things of her!" i tell him that i don't care if she's the president of NBC, CBS, Fox, and ABC, that she was nice to me, and civil, and that's all that matters. i look back to the woman, whose name (in the dream) is Kathy. i thank her for her tyme, and she tells me, with a smile, that she'll see what she can do about getting me in.
i'm in a movie theater. It is Cinefest, Georgia State's movie Theater. Kathy is at the front of the room, with a crew, trying to get something accomplished. There is this large thing, that looks alive, but is mechanical. It looks like a pair of large forcepts. It starts opening and closing, wildly, and going out of control. As they try to control it, i lay down, across the seats. In front of me, there are a guy and a girl. The guy has his arm around her, and written at the nape of her neck is the word "THMAAS," in Runic. i stare at this, for a while.
i'm in the car again, going back to and away from the movie theater, at the same tyme. i'm supposed to be going back for another show, to accomplish my goal.
Heather, from my philosophy class, is somewhere. i talk to her. i realise something. It is very important, about her, and in general, to me. i realise, and it all makes sense. i wake up
Heather wasn't in class today. The "Kathy," in the dream, was actually a representation of Katie. This girl i know. "THMAAS" means something along the lines of "It Is He," or "The Man Is." Strange. More the former. And Important.
i need to go. Sorry i haven't written, much, recently. Been getting all of my monkey filled barrels into one row of baskets. Will be back later.
Day Dream Well
i've been in a Necessarian mood, again, recently. Been reading "The Gunslinger," which is part one of the "Dark Tower" series by Stephen King. i've realised exactly how much so many people are like Roland.
i had a Dream last nyte.
i'm in the car. We're riding to a parking lot, which is like the parking lot outside of Gladys Knight's Chicken and Waffles. The parking lot is in front of a large building. The buiilding is the headquarters of NBC. i'm there with a demonstration group, and we're protesting a certain kind of treatment of something or another. i walk up to the front of the building, and talk to people, there, who are all rude to me. This woman with long, curly red hair comes up to me; she is the programming director for all of NBC. i tell her that i want to see spike lee. She explains to me why this is impossible at this tyme. i tell her that it is a matter of some importance. One of the lackeys comes up to me, screaming, "Do you know who this is?! You can't just demand things of her!" i tell him that i don't care if she's the president of NBC, CBS, Fox, and ABC, that she was nice to me, and civil, and that's all that matters. i look back to the woman, whose name (in the dream) is Kathy. i thank her for her tyme, and she tells me, with a smile, that she'll see what she can do about getting me in.
i'm in a movie theater. It is Cinefest, Georgia State's movie Theater. Kathy is at the front of the room, with a crew, trying to get something accomplished. There is this large thing, that looks alive, but is mechanical. It looks like a pair of large forcepts. It starts opening and closing, wildly, and going out of control. As they try to control it, i lay down, across the seats. In front of me, there are a guy and a girl. The guy has his arm around her, and written at the nape of her neck is the word "THMAAS," in Runic. i stare at this, for a while.
i'm in the car again, going back to and away from the movie theater, at the same tyme. i'm supposed to be going back for another show, to accomplish my goal.
Heather, from my philosophy class, is somewhere. i talk to her. i realise something. It is very important, about her, and in general, to me. i realise, and it all makes sense. i wake up
Heather wasn't in class today. The "Kathy," in the dream, was actually a representation of Katie. This girl i know. "THMAAS" means something along the lines of "It Is He," or "The Man Is." Strange. More the former. And Important.
i need to go. Sorry i haven't written, much, recently. Been getting all of my monkey filled barrels into one row of baskets. Will be back later.
Day Dream Well
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Date: 2002-04-17 04:11 am (UTC)Awesome book, awesome series.
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