School/Work/Finding things out.
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wolven7I'm in a small room, with many people, trying to organise them, into doing things, and they are all trapped, here, but not at all. Nathan Fillion, Adam Baldwin, and Morena Baccarin come in, at one point, and they've been "cos-playing." I yell at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
atlqueenrai about something, suc h that she has to run outside and find something. NBathan is wearing a costume that makes him look like the version of Jay, from the "Clerks" cartoon. It's his costume that makes me realise that there's a convention going on. My mind immediately jumps to it being Otakon. We talk and plan, for a while, and realise that there are other places to go, but they are more dangerous.
I'm in a place, walking downthe road, and there are voices, talking to me, telling me abotu the big war that's abotu to happen, for land and territory, and i need to name the war. It's between school kinsd, in a place where there's only one school, but they're building more. They're flattening the trees and hills to build more, and more shopping centres. I'm walking up and down this suburban area, and the street is called "Pine Crossing." So i'm trying to think of how to work this into a name, for this battle, and the only thing that hits is "The Battle of Needles Pine Crossing." I turn around, and start running back up the street, to the place where it crosses "Crossing." There was a cul de sac, but not really, at the other end of the road, it crossed another street, where it was going to be school,s nad/or a shopping centre. Soemthing tells me i'm in St Louis. I try to gt there, and the tone changes. Things are different, and they started the battle, mentally, without the name. This is going to end poorly.
I'm onm the Marta train, and they are doing t hings, to people, with music, and i know that it's supposed to paralyse me, to keep me in place, but something about the music, something about my system keeps it from working, fully, so all it does is temorarily deafen me. They're too stunned, at first, by the fact that it Hasn't worked, to understand that i'm running, even and especially if i can't hear them. I'm me, and the knowledge i have, and the things i've experienced, have kept me alive, and unfucked-with. I know that there is one other person, in the world, for whom this is fully true, and i need to get to her. I'm running up the stairs, and i see that everyone is moving, again, with no recollection, and there is a woman next to me. I'm an old man, now, at least sixty, she's 40-something and we both remember the wars that brought us here, that drove the facism underground and hidden. She doen'st know abot the experiements, but she knows that she thinks of me as a friend, and that she wants to help me hide, if that's what it's come to. She posts look out, for me, on the escalator, and i know that if we can get to the end of the platform, we'll be ok.
I'm me again, and the old man is at the end of the platform, which is now a locker room, or front office. There's someone else, here, and he's looking at me, and the old man, and asking us if we're sure she'll show up. I walk into the office, and the old man assures the kid that everything will be fine. We're all eating Chinese food.
I wake up
I spent a little time, this morning, trying to remember all of that. Spent time, at R Thomas last night, waiting for a sixth person who wasn't going to be there physically. Not for a few years, yet, at any rate. Odd. Hung out withmagicalkat, mr_hinzelmann, Al and Bob, last night. That was prety good. jessicarabbitt was suposed to join us, but she fell ill. Sad...
mech_angel isn't feeling well. To put it mildly. There's also a certain little thing, that's been causing some funny issues, around, but might be about to get kind of serious.
We'll talk.
Gotta go get raedy to hang out with my mom, today.
Later
atlqueenrai about something, suc h that she has to run outside and find something. NBathan is wearing a costume that makes him look like the version of Jay, from the "Clerks" cartoon. It's his costume that makes me realise that there's a convention going on. My mind immediately jumps to it being Otakon. We talk and plan, for a while, and realise that there are other places to go, but they are more dangerous.I'm in a place, walking downthe road, and there are voices, talking to me, telling me abotu the big war that's abotu to happen, for land and territory, and i need to name the war. It's between school kinsd, in a place where there's only one school, but they're building more. They're flattening the trees and hills to build more, and more shopping centres. I'm walking up and down this suburban area, and the street is called "Pine Crossing." So i'm trying to think of how to work this into a name, for this battle, and the only thing that hits is "The Battle of Needles Pine Crossing." I turn around, and start running back up the street, to the place where it crosses "Crossing." There was a cul de sac, but not really, at the other end of the road, it crossed another street, where it was going to be school,s nad/or a shopping centre. Soemthing tells me i'm in St Louis. I try to gt there, and the tone changes. Things are different, and they started the battle, mentally, without the name. This is going to end poorly.
I'm onm the Marta train, and they are doing t hings, to people, with music, and i know that it's supposed to paralyse me, to keep me in place, but something about the music, something about my system keeps it from working, fully, so all it does is temorarily deafen me. They're too stunned, at first, by the fact that it Hasn't worked, to understand that i'm running, even and especially if i can't hear them. I'm me, and the knowledge i have, and the things i've experienced, have kept me alive, and unfucked-with. I know that there is one other person, in the world, for whom this is fully true, and i need to get to her. I'm running up the stairs, and i see that everyone is moving, again, with no recollection, and there is a woman next to me. I'm an old man, now, at least sixty, she's 40-something and we both remember the wars that brought us here, that drove the facism underground and hidden. She doen'st know abot the experiements, but she knows that she thinks of me as a friend, and that she wants to help me hide, if that's what it's come to. She posts look out, for me, on the escalator, and i know that if we can get to the end of the platform, we'll be ok.
I'm me again, and the old man is at the end of the platform, which is now a locker room, or front office. There's someone else, here, and he's looking at me, and the old man, and asking us if we're sure she'll show up. I walk into the office, and the old man assures the kid that everything will be fine. We're all eating Chinese food.
I wake up
I spent a little time, this morning, trying to remember all of that. Spent time, at R Thomas last night, waiting for a sixth person who wasn't going to be there physically. Not for a few years, yet, at any rate. Odd. Hung out with
magicalkat, mr_hinzelmann, Al and Bob, last night. That was prety good. jessicarabbitt was suposed to join us, but she fell ill. Sad...mech_angel isn't feeling well. To put it mildly. There's also a certain little thing, that's been causing some funny issues, around, but might be about to get kind of serious.We'll talk.
Gotta go get raedy to hang out with my mom, today.
Later
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Date: 2005-05-09 07:15 pm (UTC)And she's...learning. Something came to me, in regards to that, the title of a Neurosis album, of all things. She's the Eye of Every Storm. Quiet, but making things happen.
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