Dreams: Down in a pioneer-style house

[wolven7]

I'm in this convention hall, that is also someone's house, and Grady High school. During the party, there are several women, there, and they all have various aspects and echoes of mech_angel. There are two, in specific, one who looks like tsumari, and another, who's a redhead who reminds me of a girl i met last night, and i talk to them, because mech_angel isn't there. At one point, the one who reminds me of tsumari wants to be with me, and wants to date me, and, as i'm talking to the redhead, she gets jealous, and upset. I had stopped, on the way back from buying her a Mr. Goodbar, to talk to the redhead, and she got upset. I stop and explain to her that it's great, and nice to get to talk to her, and it's wonderful company, but i am not going to date her. She says "Because if you did, you'd be cheating on/losing/breaking perfection." I agree, and the party continues.

I'm wandering around the party, with mech_angel, and we're talking about what happened. We wander out, down some stairs, and appear in a combination of my mom's house, my dad's house, and my mother's family's house, in , Virginia. It's a fairly old stand-alone pioneer- style house, and the stairs come out of a closet, much like the broom closet, in my house, here, but they lead into the kitchen, now. We go into the kitchen, and out, into t he house. It feels like we narrowly escaped being seen by someone.

Something abot food, here, eating hamburgers, in my mom's house, preparing for her moving.

I'm back in the school, and i'm breaking in, at night, to obtain suplies, and i'm supposed to be there, by request of the school board, but they'll disavow any and all knowledge of me, if i'm caught, and i hate them for it. But the teaching i'm doing is important, and i've helped several dozen students escape through the stairs, into my house, and out to freedom. This time, i'm in the hallways, and the alarms haven't been properly disconnected, so me, and several other students, who've somehow made it out of the cafeteria, into the hallway (which looks like a hallway in General Classrooms, at State), have to get past the locks I picked, again, and not get caught by the woman who monitors the halls. I can feel the alarms going off, and we make it back into the cafeteria, where the kids are corralled, and i see Sara Gilbert, sitting at a table, and realising what's going on. She struggles, trying to break out of the daze, enough to say fuck it, and make a break for it, with us. She does. We get to the hallway.

The hallways is now those stairs, again, and i realise, this time, that they have a compoent of the Third Floor Back Stairs, in the Douglas House, only much more narrow. I'm trying to see how many got out, and to make sure that the door to the stairs, which was Not part of the hallway of the school, is firmly shut. It is, and i see that only like six of us got out, including the janitor, and someone with a lot of equipment, i think it's the science teacher. Travelling down the stairs is its own kind of dangerous, and i make sure that everyone survives. We get to the door, into t he house, and it's like coming up from deep water, or going out in to space, and back in, where there's air: you simuntaneously want to fill and empty your lungs, at the same time. I open the door.

We're inthe house, and people are still making it down the stairs, into the house, and there are more people, staying in my house, learning things. It's a lot like my mom's house, and the old Town House, in Gathersburg, now. People are outside, gardening, and tending, and Patrick is there, and raoin, and Punker Luke, from school... mech_angel has been helping them, this time, while i went to retrieve things, from the school, because we take turns. Patrick and i have a mock altercation in the front yard, and i think Nellie Frutado is there, or maybe it's Natalie Imbruglia. I go back to the kitchen.

The guy with the supplies is very slowly making it, down the stairs, but he doesn't want me to help him. He doesn't awnt me in danger, and he doesn't think he deserves it, if he can't do it himself. He's about fifty-three, so not old, simply stubborn, like me. So i keep talking to him, while he makes his way down, and he asks me about the house. He asks "Isn't the Upper level to this Delores [Claiborne/Herbig's] old house? That might explain some things about it, here." As he says that, i can feel an eclipse, and i know there's something about the alignment of the various lenses of this house, to make it work, properly. It feels like Black House.

I'm in the house, again, with mech_angel, and we're calming things down, after a long day. My mind and my eyes are still drawn to the door to the stairs/pantry/broom closet. I want to talk to her abou tit, but she's fallen asleep, on my shoulder, and i don't want to wake her. I wake up

Well. That was full of symbollism. And literallity. Feh.

Gonna go loaf about. No work today. Later.

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Comments

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

Gathering the troops and supplies, eh? Alright, let's Do this.'

And that comic? Frelling genius.

Fiona Apple - [Sleep to Dream]

[wolven.livejournal.com]

They were only troops by accident. They were more people we Rescued, and wanted us to stay. The School board... I don't know what they wanted us to do. It's likethey wanted us to teach, so we could see who needed rescuing, because they couldn't outright do it themselves...

[tribeofone.livejournal.com]

My timing isn't always that bad......

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure.