Dreams i had, in the winter weather.
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I kept getting woken up, by people trying to make sure i was safe, and alive, indoors. You know, where the ice and snow, and crazy drivers aren't. So, as a result, dreams are a little choppy. But here goes.
More of working with, and showing
mech_angel around. Introducing her to people and places. Walking.
somnium Has showed up, in the mall in my head, with a group of people, all of whome are wearing shirts and hats about the Green Lantern Corps. We're in the comic shop, in the mall, and i'm thinking about various comic book families, and the story of Wolverine's life, and they show up. It's time to go to the train.
We're on the train and there are giant fire worms, everywhere. They are metal, and have molten metal, or possibly magma for blood. It shows in their eyes, and in the cracks of their segmented bodies. I've drawn pictures of them, and the MARTA train we're on is government run and operated. We have to destroy the worms, ont eh tracks, because they're trying to destroy them, and we need to get hoome.
Something deeper in the fabric of the train car, understanding about what they are, and i know that they're related to Sandworms.
I see the drawing i've done, and i know that the head is wrong. It's the head of a chinese dragon, and it needs to be the segmented, tri-fold, fore-shortened head of a Sandworm. It's ok, because the picture is still important. We have to crash my and
mech_angel's bodies into the worms, on the tracks, in a harrier jet. We're flying in at them, and we leave our bodies, and watch, safely, from the Train car, which is also an undergroud station. Appeased, the worms leave.
Ther is something, here, about an epic battle. The whole thing is Dune, and Mordred's story, in the Arthurian tales, where Mordred is Arthur's son. Only this time it's Paul and Leto II. But they're the same person, and not, and Leto isn't Mordred, when Mordred kills Gurney, inthe Emperor's chamber, during the battle, with a spear flung, non-chalantly, behind him as he walked to find his father, and his doom. The battle rages on. Things fade out.
I woke up, here, because my phoen was ringing again, and i lost some chunks of dream memory. Talked to my mom, about my staying home, and went back to sleep. Everything that follows is hazy recollection.
Playing in a park, wating for people. A tree being there, and people talking to me, as Josh Lymon, from the West Wing. But Josh seems to have gone crazy, or at least Servile. He's serving some strange massive power, and is telling people about it, and why he has to do what it says, even though he doesn't like it. At the same time, as being in a park, he's in a room, in the GSU Village, with some sort of round mesh caged machine, that acts as a super collider, in some sense, and a centrifuge, in another. But it's for people, and clothes. He sleeps curled up on top of it, which, at the same time, puts him inside of it.
mech_angel and I are in the dorms, visting my friend Austin, and it's Dark outside, as in not Night, but Dark. Every trace of light from the outside is gone, but we can still see the city, inthe Dark. Rosie and Devin are here, and other people are around. The Elizabeth that Ben was dating, for a while, is here, and she's being flirty and capricious to cover up the scared. Everyone is playing video games,a nd eating foods we've had delivered, because there isn't much else to do, and
mech_angel and i talk, and watch people do things. Rosie and Devin start having sex on Austin's futon, and no one pays any attention.
Back inthe park, everyone is asking me about the tree and the mask, and when the ________ is coming back, to enlighten the world. I tell them i don't know. I have no idea, and it may enver happen. There's an old black man, standing with me next to The Tree, on a hill, and two old Southern Baptist men, at the bottom, under the Tree, next to its roots. One of the old men says something about having been lied to, and that there was no ________, so it could never come back. Then he says "If I'm lying, may I be struck Dead, by The Tree." The old black man next to me fills with Fire, and anger, and places his hand on The Tree. It falls on top of the two men, crushing them, but not yet killing them. The old black man bellows down to them "Don't you Ever, EVER Say that God has lied to you. Or worse than this will happen." This has a feeling like being next to the First Angel of Death, which wasn't really an Angel, at all, but simply Death, in amorphous, nothing-like form. It recedes, and i look behind me, at a spaceship, which is also the meaning behind tha masks, in The Tree. The space ship is also a rock, and has nothing to do with space, at all. I wake up
That..... Yeah....
Hm. Horror Scope was right. Thanks to
mr_hinzelmann, for the conversation, and work, this morning.
I'm off to read, watch TV, and... whatever else i feel like, today. No work. Snow day. Well... Technically, it's an Ice Day. ^_^
Later
{Something in the dream about Tori Amos, too...don't remember what, though.}
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We're on the train and there are giant fire worms, everywhere. They are metal, and have molten metal, or possibly magma for blood. It shows in their eyes, and in the cracks of their segmented bodies. I've drawn pictures of them, and the MARTA train we're on is government run and operated. We have to destroy the worms, ont eh tracks, because they're trying to destroy them, and we need to get hoome.
Something deeper in the fabric of the train car, understanding about what they are, and i know that they're related to Sandworms.
I see the drawing i've done, and i know that the head is wrong. It's the head of a chinese dragon, and it needs to be the segmented, tri-fold, fore-shortened head of a Sandworm. It's ok, because the picture is still important. We have to crash my and
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Ther is something, here, about an epic battle. The whole thing is Dune, and Mordred's story, in the Arthurian tales, where Mordred is Arthur's son. Only this time it's Paul and Leto II. But they're the same person, and not, and Leto isn't Mordred, when Mordred kills Gurney, inthe Emperor's chamber, during the battle, with a spear flung, non-chalantly, behind him as he walked to find his father, and his doom. The battle rages on. Things fade out.
I woke up, here, because my phoen was ringing again, and i lost some chunks of dream memory. Talked to my mom, about my staying home, and went back to sleep. Everything that follows is hazy recollection.
Playing in a park, wating for people. A tree being there, and people talking to me, as Josh Lymon, from the West Wing. But Josh seems to have gone crazy, or at least Servile. He's serving some strange massive power, and is telling people about it, and why he has to do what it says, even though he doesn't like it. At the same time, as being in a park, he's in a room, in the GSU Village, with some sort of round mesh caged machine, that acts as a super collider, in some sense, and a centrifuge, in another. But it's for people, and clothes. He sleeps curled up on top of it, which, at the same time, puts him inside of it.
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Back inthe park, everyone is asking me about the tree and the mask, and when the ________ is coming back, to enlighten the world. I tell them i don't know. I have no idea, and it may enver happen. There's an old black man, standing with me next to The Tree, on a hill, and two old Southern Baptist men, at the bottom, under the Tree, next to its roots. One of the old men says something about having been lied to, and that there was no ________, so it could never come back. Then he says "If I'm lying, may I be struck Dead, by The Tree." The old black man next to me fills with Fire, and anger, and places his hand on The Tree. It falls on top of the two men, crushing them, but not yet killing them. The old black man bellows down to them "Don't you Ever, EVER Say that God has lied to you. Or worse than this will happen." This has a feeling like being next to the First Angel of Death, which wasn't really an Angel, at all, but simply Death, in amorphous, nothing-like form. It recedes, and i look behind me, at a spaceship, which is also the meaning behind tha masks, in The Tree. The space ship is also a rock, and has nothing to do with space, at all. I wake up
That..... Yeah....
Hm. Horror Scope was right. Thanks to
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I'm off to read, watch TV, and... whatever else i feel like, today. No work. Snow day. Well... Technically, it's an Ice Day. ^_^
Later
{Something in the dream about Tori Amos, too...don't remember what, though.}
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Date: 2005-01-30 05:15 pm (UTC)Meh, things are picking up and I definitely feel kind of left behind, here...
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Date: 2005-01-31 08:00 am (UTC)no subject