wolven7 | Agressive goodbyes.

Traveling with my father, step-mother, sister, to the outskirts of town, north I-85, heading out of town, to leave. And we're in the parking lot of a gas station, filling up, and i see Karrie, walking out of the store. I hug her, and ask about things. She tells me things. I realise that i habve a bus to catch, or i'll be late. I say goodbye to everyone, and bolt down the road.

I'm running down a side street, like a combination of suburban streets: four lanes, divided by a median, that median being covered in grass and trees, and ringed by a neat line of concrete. I'm running to the corner and the T-section that is many corners and many T-sections, with a my friend Sheldon, from GDS. He's trying to catch another bus, that comes to another section of the street, and doesn't think he'll make it. I keep running,a s i hear my bus, and i run faster, passing him, leaving him behind. I run so hard, i pass the first stop, and have to run to catch it at the second one. I get one, and i know the vibe of the bus, immediately. It's the bus of endings.

I look at the bus driver, and we exchange words, we know each other, on a level, but the majority of him does not know me. I swipe my card, which is a combination of a MARTA card, and a Metro Card, and walk onto the bus. The bus has many people in it, it is drak, and there is water on all of the seats. Finding a comfortable place to sit is really about finding the least uncomfortable place, and being ok with it. There are drips, from the ceiling, and there is coughing, and people are trying to talk to me. I ignore them. The bus is part of the Mall. It's doors open and close on sections of pathwas, and commerce. Dan gets on the bus, on the way to work, and ther eis a food stand, food court type thing, in the left side of the bus, now, behind the driver. I telle everyone on the bus to order food, and I pay for what they eat. About $60 later, we're all sitting around, eating, and everything, in the bus, s more plush, less drippy, carpetted. We're talking, and i'm talking about something, when someone gets on, comes to the back, and asks me "So you're an Economics major?" To which i said "No. Philosophy." And he gives me this look that says "What the fuck do you think you're doing," and "Ah, so that explains it," at the same time. He thinks i'm full of shit, but doesn't say so. I ignore him, and talk to this girl Bridgette, who works at Cinefest (GSU's Movie Theater.). We start talking about Heisenberg, and the philosophical applications of quasntum physics, and string theories. About what the properties of the theories-- if they accurately describe the world, and become a Theory of Everything-- necessitate for the Human condition.

It's storming, and i'm climbing a radio transmitter, while talking on the bus, because it proves a point about science and religion and spirituality being human works, for humans to understand, regardless of whatever else they are. If you want to "Understand" them, understand them on that level, first. First the self, then the system.

The conversation goes on, and this kid Jarrett, from Grady and Horizons, is fascinated. Many people start showing up, and there is someone, on the bus, or in the street, or somewhere, around who is blind, but says he needs his sunglasses to Filter. We are coming up on the mall, and everyone's asleep, from all the partying. The bus parks, and the bus driver's asleep, like he has been so for Hours. I decide to let everyone else crash, but i wake up Dan, because we have to go to work. He asks, and i know before he asks, about a 7-11 on a corner. This corner only exists in Philly and DC, but it's now across the street from Lenox mall. We make plans to go in, then go to work.

Backstage, no real office, just dressing rooms, and some couches. And it's still connected to the bus.

There's a play, and it's about things, and many people i know are in it. It connects back to the beginning, and kyrael is doing things, in the play, as well as pulling curtains, which aren't so much curtains, as venetian blinds. The play is... being a play. Hectic, to everyone involved, crazed and really fucking upsetting, behind the scenes, but smooth and perfect to everyone watching. The play has some houses, in it, that are like Zim houses, or the houses in the Psychonauts videogame. At the curtain call, when Ben is yelling at Luke, i wake up

Had to go to the bathroom. Too much water and coffee, last night. I managed to fall back asleep, for a bit, after.

I'm talking to the blind man, with the sunglasses and he looks at me, as I look at the world, and he says, "There. Now. You see? Now you need these." He hands me the glasses, and i see the filtration system he means, how various particles and waves of energy are not going where they should, and are instead being re-routed. The glasses let him see how to plan. I try to deny them, but i have to take them, now. I wake up

And now here we all are. Been getting side tracked, over the course of this writing, by online comics, quizes, and the like. So this whole t hing too a lot longer, to get up, than it should have. I should have been done, 20 minutes ago. Ah well.

In regards to the dream: I read all of the HellBlazer: Red Sepulchre graphic novel, last night. HellBlazer always does weird things to my head. Not calling that they only thing, there, over course. Just stating a contributing factor.

Here's a quiz:

Mal

You are Captain Malcolm Reynolds, aka. Mal or
Captain Tightpants. You saw most of your men
die in a war you lost and now you seek solitude
with a small crew that you are fiercely devoted
to. You have no problems being naked.

Which Firefly character are you?
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I answered Jayne answers, mostly... They weren't hard to figure out, for who was whom, and the way the questions were worded.. most of my answers were Jayne.

"Education is empowerment and, therefore, the success of any education experience is measured in how empowered the recipient believes he or she is." - Dr. Lorraine Wilson

I'm out.

{1.35pm EDT: Mindless Self Indulgence - [Stupid MF]--- Something in the dream about my old pager, and current pphone merging into one unit. Strange. }