Fragmented Reverie.
Dec. 4th, 2004 12:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7I'm in a place, thinking about Bill Murray's new movie, which isn't really a movie, but a talk about his life, and the state of forests and swamp lands, today. We are in some of said swamp land and it's oddly primal. There are prehistoric verisions of things we know and love. Garfeild, as a fat sabertoothed tiger, offering Jon a piece of some thing he's killed and eating. The swamp has bits of metal in it, and it's falling down, everywhere, things that used to be greenhouses, and there is an orchid, in the swamp, and Bill is talking about people who care buying the swamp, like he bought the orchid, to keep it from being bought, by people who'd pave it. He's giving interviews, with his orchid.
I'm in a complex, near the swamp, and it's starting to look a lot like Metroid. I'm wearing a Varia suit that's not at all cumbersome, or restrictive; in fact, its pieces are my shirt, pants, coat, boots, and an arm cannon. It is resistant to the toxic environment of the complex, and I know who owns this outer swamp, and what happened. I'm wadering the complex, looking for people, and a means to my goal, which requires the conjuction of two universes, out of the myriad, for at least a little while. I go through the complex, and i wind up in my house.
My house is twisted, mutaded, rooms, from other places, tacked on, at random. Certain sections have been spiralised, helixed slightly. I'm planning, now, for the things i'm going to have to fight, and people i'm going to have to kill, to use this conjuction, and to bring about a more full understanding, through the world. A more full understanding of the fact that ther was this univesal convergence, for one, because even though the event was already inthe papers, no one knew what it meant. And of the forces, at work, to bring it about. Quantum mechanics, and string theory, applied on a macroscopic scale.
I need to use this all to make people understand. I'm in a conglomeration of my first house, ever-- the one i lived in after i was born-- and the apartment my dad had, when i was born. I'm going through one of the closets, in my room, pulling out clothes, and there are people, in the living room, playing poker. I know them, cursorily, but not well. They are known to me, through others, mainly, and have been at a few parties. They know what i'm doing, and one irl gives me a bit of a knowing smile, as she goes back to the poker game. I pull clothes out of the closet, and there are two of everything, now, and each item is slightly different. One of my Double sweaters has two whitish-gray stripes, across the middle. I know that the convergence is happening, and rapidly, and that i need to work. I also understand that my room is fading out of existence, and is being replaced with a bio-mechanoid forest. This means that i'll have to fight against someone that a lot of people tust, for me to get where i need to be.
I know that a lot of people trust her, like her, want to be with her. But she's in direct opposition to my plans, and what needs to happen. I walk into the bathroom, where the portal lays, over the sink, and i look behind me, into the room, where i see two versions of my birthday party announcement, for the universe, mirrored of each other, with slightly different coloured balloons. I realise that stopping the convergence, to utilize it, is akin to stopping quanta from fluctuating, from popping in and out of existence, but it needs to be done. If it's an extreme situation, it needs to be permanent. I hope it doesn't. I go through the portal.
I'm in a world of conglomerate anime. There's G-Force, and Galaxy Express 999, and InuYasha, and Voltron, and Thundercats, all rolled into this one universe, to synthesize something more, and frightening. It's a world where the slave trade is about who needs money, and who's unlucky enough, on individual levels, to be caught and sold. Brothers, sisters, friends. One could sell their children, but children couldn't sell their parents. This world has a component, other places, too, a flipside that isn't a whole other universe, just on the other side of a screen, or page, where people watch, read, and can visit, sometimes. I wake up on someone's couch in the "real" half of this world, and it feels like an expansion of Rob's old apartment. Like if that tiny apartment had been only the basement of the house it was in, with actual connection to the rest of the house. Someone is selling their little brother, and i'm still having to find the things i need to change this around. The two girls to whom he is selling the kid walk through, and start talking to me, about the other half of the dimension, and how one of them got shipped to Tokyo, while whe was sleeping, once. I tell them i have been to the other half of the dimension, and what it's like there, and i have the sense of all of the other universe starting to bleed together, murky and disordered, and one section over lapping another. I know this has its good points, but people aren't ready for it, yet. Right now, i just need to make communication, and transport, between all of them, possible for everyone. I leave the two on the couce, and head into the other section of living room, which has the internal structure of Manuel's, now.
Everything bleeds together, in a style of Metroid, and all the sections of the dream. It stops, when i get to the part about Bill Murray, again, and i remind him of why he's doing what he's doing.
Something about play-doh statues of people melting and falling apart in the toxic Dark, and other peole being happy about it, and my being pissed at them.
Realising that the whole time, i've been accompanied by Dark and Technology, and i'm almost done. I wake up.
My computer was playing a lot of Gary Numan, at me, last night, which explains a lot of the mood. I watched parts of "The Secretary," last night, which explains the orchid. And the rest is synthesis, and prophecy. Found out, today, that there's an occultation of Jupiter, on the 7th of this month. Next Tuesday. In the dream, i was thinking about searching the Space Website, for articles on the conjunction.
http://www.space.com/spacewatch/041203_jupiter_occultation.html
I'm done, for now. Off to eat food and study maths.
I'm in a complex, near the swamp, and it's starting to look a lot like Metroid. I'm wearing a Varia suit that's not at all cumbersome, or restrictive; in fact, its pieces are my shirt, pants, coat, boots, and an arm cannon. It is resistant to the toxic environment of the complex, and I know who owns this outer swamp, and what happened. I'm wadering the complex, looking for people, and a means to my goal, which requires the conjuction of two universes, out of the myriad, for at least a little while. I go through the complex, and i wind up in my house.
My house is twisted, mutaded, rooms, from other places, tacked on, at random. Certain sections have been spiralised, helixed slightly. I'm planning, now, for the things i'm going to have to fight, and people i'm going to have to kill, to use this conjuction, and to bring about a more full understanding, through the world. A more full understanding of the fact that ther was this univesal convergence, for one, because even though the event was already inthe papers, no one knew what it meant. And of the forces, at work, to bring it about. Quantum mechanics, and string theory, applied on a macroscopic scale.
I need to use this all to make people understand. I'm in a conglomeration of my first house, ever-- the one i lived in after i was born-- and the apartment my dad had, when i was born. I'm going through one of the closets, in my room, pulling out clothes, and there are people, in the living room, playing poker. I know them, cursorily, but not well. They are known to me, through others, mainly, and have been at a few parties. They know what i'm doing, and one irl gives me a bit of a knowing smile, as she goes back to the poker game. I pull clothes out of the closet, and there are two of everything, now, and each item is slightly different. One of my Double sweaters has two whitish-gray stripes, across the middle. I know that the convergence is happening, and rapidly, and that i need to work. I also understand that my room is fading out of existence, and is being replaced with a bio-mechanoid forest. This means that i'll have to fight against someone that a lot of people tust, for me to get where i need to be.
I know that a lot of people trust her, like her, want to be with her. But she's in direct opposition to my plans, and what needs to happen. I walk into the bathroom, where the portal lays, over the sink, and i look behind me, into the room, where i see two versions of my birthday party announcement, for the universe, mirrored of each other, with slightly different coloured balloons. I realise that stopping the convergence, to utilize it, is akin to stopping quanta from fluctuating, from popping in and out of existence, but it needs to be done. If it's an extreme situation, it needs to be permanent. I hope it doesn't. I go through the portal.
I'm in a world of conglomerate anime. There's G-Force, and Galaxy Express 999, and InuYasha, and Voltron, and Thundercats, all rolled into this one universe, to synthesize something more, and frightening. It's a world where the slave trade is about who needs money, and who's unlucky enough, on individual levels, to be caught and sold. Brothers, sisters, friends. One could sell their children, but children couldn't sell their parents. This world has a component, other places, too, a flipside that isn't a whole other universe, just on the other side of a screen, or page, where people watch, read, and can visit, sometimes. I wake up on someone's couch in the "real" half of this world, and it feels like an expansion of Rob's old apartment. Like if that tiny apartment had been only the basement of the house it was in, with actual connection to the rest of the house. Someone is selling their little brother, and i'm still having to find the things i need to change this around. The two girls to whom he is selling the kid walk through, and start talking to me, about the other half of the dimension, and how one of them got shipped to Tokyo, while whe was sleeping, once. I tell them i have been to the other half of the dimension, and what it's like there, and i have the sense of all of the other universe starting to bleed together, murky and disordered, and one section over lapping another. I know this has its good points, but people aren't ready for it, yet. Right now, i just need to make communication, and transport, between all of them, possible for everyone. I leave the two on the couce, and head into the other section of living room, which has the internal structure of Manuel's, now.
Everything bleeds together, in a style of Metroid, and all the sections of the dream. It stops, when i get to the part about Bill Murray, again, and i remind him of why he's doing what he's doing.
Something about play-doh statues of people melting and falling apart in the toxic Dark, and other peole being happy about it, and my being pissed at them.
Realising that the whole time, i've been accompanied by Dark and Technology, and i'm almost done. I wake up.
My computer was playing a lot of Gary Numan, at me, last night, which explains a lot of the mood. I watched parts of "The Secretary," last night, which explains the orchid. And the rest is synthesis, and prophecy. Found out, today, that there's an occultation of Jupiter, on the 7th of this month. Next Tuesday. In the dream, i was thinking about searching the Space Website, for articles on the conjunction.
http://www.space.com/spacewatch/041203_jupiter_occultation.html
I'm done, for now. Off to eat food and study maths.
