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wolven75.21.05: Dreamed of Coryn coming back, from China, and all of us being surprised. She asked what we thought was going to happen, an we told her: "We thought you'd wind up dead in a Chinese whorehouse, somewhere."
Woke up to a live journal post from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bakeneko, who is, currently, also in China (Don't expect her to wind up dead, at all, actually).
Got indrstrangeal's car, and "China Girl" was the first thing on his I-Pod. Strange.
Then i worked, and got to the airport. In the Airport, I took a small amount of Rum-Flavoured tobacco, and sprinkled it in the attrium, next to a Jazz quartet. My little offering. I'm going to make more, to others. Things i don't do, enough, i think.
05.22.05: Dreams were of malls, with laser grid gates, and Jedi fights, like reactor cores. There was a gymnasium, for training, with tennins balls painted black. The paint had the texture and consistency of chocolate. The idea was to have them shot at you, and you would catch them, honing your reflexes, Kung-Fu-style. There were reclining chairs, in the gym, and my dad and step-mom were testing them. They were chairs for planes, for secret agents. There were no walls, in the gym, between the main room, and the locker room.
Graduation. My uncle Jeff (one of the twins) is rabidly Anti-Christian. But, then, he always was his father's son. Since my grandfather died, Jeff's ben getting more and more like him, in his agitatted moments. Trying to do the right thing, but being so pissed off that all people want to do is calm him down, not fix what's making him angry... It gives me perspective...
Ben Folds Five - [Smoke]--- My family yells, a lot, to be heard. They talk over each other, and ask questions that would be answered if they'd only listen. My dad sits back, often, quiet and only raising his voice when everyone else is quiet. That's were i get it from. The yelling, and the quiet. They made me say Grace, at dinner, tonight.
They fought over petty shit, and the cops came, because someone's car was hit. Last night (5/21), the cops came because people come to my Grandmother's house for help. It was some kind of domestic situation, and I realised, in the middle of it all, that I didn't prepare myself, mentally, for my family. I didn't, at all. (Ben Folds Five - [Steven's Last Night in Town]). My family is My Family. Fighting, yelling, helping other people, pissing me off and amazing me, the children in my family are wonderful and aggrivating, in the extreme. Children are like that. Strangeness. It helps show us what we grow into, and what they'll do, to out-stip us.
I had to explain Religious Studies V. Theology, to two of my uncles, on the way to the graduation. Didn't generate much by way of conversation, unfortunately.
Tomorrow (5/23), I go to visit more family, before I leave. I'll write this up, more fully, then.
5.23.05: Bits and pieces of the Schools. Fragments of buildings, and Alarms, telling people to get out. Combinations of George Washington University, and the Howard Law staircases, and I am known, by everyone.
In a small, camp-cabin kind of space, that is Oxford Comics, as well as somewhere else. Jennie is there, and we laugh, easily, and talk. About comics, movies, life, everything. Everythings smells like spring rain, in the Shenandoah mountains.
The space becomes Horizons, which is also GSU, with the building structure, &c. Sitting in Aftercare, in one of the buildings, when this girl comes up talking about how she's leaving the country, and is a virgin. She grinds against me, for emphasis. I push her away, and ask how old she is. She says, "Well, I'm Here, so I must be at Least--" and I finish for her: "Seventeen." She starts talking excitedly about how she wants to go down on some kid named Mike. She was just being her, with the sexual talk, and provcation, at me.
I have cookies, somehow, and I am trying to figure out with whom I should share them, because I have a limited supply. I seeatlqueenrai and she doesn't acknowledge that I'm there. I can feel-- behind things-- everything, and building, and the future Looming. It's like I felt, when I visited the Field School. Embasies and spring city rain. While atlqueenrai is ignoring me for some boym Paul Evans says something, behind me, to make me turn and realise that it's him. I haven't seen him in years, and we talk. Cops drive past the front of the building, ttheir cars are strange and futuristic. We walk aroudn the side, next to a vegetable garden, to the tool shed where the bags are kept. We're talking about music: Tom Waits, Warren Zevon, and Brian Wilson. I realise that I already have my bag, and we walk around front again, talking about music. Pauls notes that the police have parked in front of the main building, and we swing around their left side, onto a patch of grass. We cross back over/curve left around a grove of trees, onto a sidewalk on a bridge, and the city-scape and haze, in front of us, gold, white, and glass, catches the afternoon light, and I say, "It looks like one of those cheesey Future-Scapes, on some Sci-Fi Channel movie." The streets' surfaces are blue.
Watching this lady and her daughter walk down the street and and the colour of the light has the same white/gold and glass, with a new electric blue tint. She is simultaneously at a console, and walking down the street. A different her, frantic, neurotic, walks up behind herm abd asks what's going on, The city and little girl are projections, from a memory disc, in the back of her head. She apologises to herself, embarassed, and afraid; the other her doesn't expect an apology,. only wants to know what's happening. She removes the disc.
Overlapping Reality: In the Move Theater, watching all of this. There is a console, where you can, ike a DVD, or TiVo, change the speed and direction, and are able to access information, from the internet, about facts in the film. There are bits, in the machine, of all of the other sections of the dream, so far. Watching something about cell growth, and I note that I've always liked the fact that cell growth increases 200-fold, from one zygotic stage to the next. One of the women with me (at a high round table with stools around it, as well as in a regular theater-style chair) looks skeptically at the other, and she sighs, and sets about making the movie tell us about zygote formation in sharks. Cuts to the movie, cuts back, people in the theater start getting pissed. There is an announcment, on the theater PA, about not talking during the movie, but that the Console can talk, ad apologising for any inconvenience the Console has caused.
Overlapping reality: The movie, Angelina Jolie is a hooker, but not really. Her pimp comes in with someone new, who is her ex-partner, and -lover, who's gone bad. They fight, the pimp is confused, until he is knocked unconscious. The old lover walks outside to his new partner, and they walk/run away. Angelina wakes up and rushes out to the front of the motel, which is dimensionally phased, with the hallway of a mall, with her new partner, who is also posing as a hooker. They run down the front walk/through the mall.
Overlapping Reality: I'm running in the mall, past the bisecting halls, which are like Sparks Hall, at GSU, and I'm chasing them both. I know, however, that if I go dow the maintenance hall, thre's a secret portal, next to the back of the candy store. I turn left down a hall, and past the maintenance door, as people are watching intently, and think that i don't belong. I'm turning around, and I seemichette. She says that she was wondering if I was going to recognise her. She is almost Scary Thin., but not quite. I give her a hug, and as she leans in to kiss me, I wake up
05.24.05: That was a long strange dream.
I'm writiung about yesterday, now, to catch up. I ran around, like crazy, trying to arrange seeing my family. Ended up seeing all of my sisters, at the house, and I met my new and only nephew. His name is Quentin. Incidentally, that is also the name of a massively powerful, insane mutant, in one of the X-Men mini-series I'd been reading, recently. Anyway, that was neat. I hadn't held a baby, in a very long time.
Saw my great aunt, and my aunt, and a lot of my family, this weekend.
My grandmother told me about her father buying a Model-T, and wearing his Herring Bone suit, that day...
It was a very interesting weekend. I got to see a lot more of my family, on many levels, than i have, before...
I'm going to go do things, today. I don't think I have to work, at all, because no one has called, and no one has called screaming that i'm Late. So that's good. A nice day off...
I finished re-reading The Haunting of Hill House, this weekend... Man I love that book...
Later.
Woke up to a live journal post from
bakeneko, who is, currently, also in China (Don't expect her to wind up dead, at all, actually).Got in
drstrangeal's car, and "China Girl" was the first thing on his I-Pod. Strange.Then i worked, and got to the airport. In the Airport, I took a small amount of Rum-Flavoured tobacco, and sprinkled it in the attrium, next to a Jazz quartet. My little offering. I'm going to make more, to others. Things i don't do, enough, i think.
05.22.05: Dreams were of malls, with laser grid gates, and Jedi fights, like reactor cores. There was a gymnasium, for training, with tennins balls painted black. The paint had the texture and consistency of chocolate. The idea was to have them shot at you, and you would catch them, honing your reflexes, Kung-Fu-style. There were reclining chairs, in the gym, and my dad and step-mom were testing them. They were chairs for planes, for secret agents. There were no walls, in the gym, between the main room, and the locker room.
Graduation. My uncle Jeff (one of the twins) is rabidly Anti-Christian. But, then, he always was his father's son. Since my grandfather died, Jeff's ben getting more and more like him, in his agitatted moments. Trying to do the right thing, but being so pissed off that all people want to do is calm him down, not fix what's making him angry... It gives me perspective...
Ben Folds Five - [Smoke]--- My family yells, a lot, to be heard. They talk over each other, and ask questions that would be answered if they'd only listen. My dad sits back, often, quiet and only raising his voice when everyone else is quiet. That's were i get it from. The yelling, and the quiet. They made me say Grace, at dinner, tonight.
They fought over petty shit, and the cops came, because someone's car was hit. Last night (5/21), the cops came because people come to my Grandmother's house for help. It was some kind of domestic situation, and I realised, in the middle of it all, that I didn't prepare myself, mentally, for my family. I didn't, at all. (Ben Folds Five - [Steven's Last Night in Town]). My family is My Family. Fighting, yelling, helping other people, pissing me off and amazing me, the children in my family are wonderful and aggrivating, in the extreme. Children are like that. Strangeness. It helps show us what we grow into, and what they'll do, to out-stip us.
I had to explain Religious Studies V. Theology, to two of my uncles, on the way to the graduation. Didn't generate much by way of conversation, unfortunately.
Tomorrow (5/23), I go to visit more family, before I leave. I'll write this up, more fully, then.
5.23.05: Bits and pieces of the Schools. Fragments of buildings, and Alarms, telling people to get out. Combinations of George Washington University, and the Howard Law staircases, and I am known, by everyone.
In a small, camp-cabin kind of space, that is Oxford Comics, as well as somewhere else. Jennie is there, and we laugh, easily, and talk. About comics, movies, life, everything. Everythings smells like spring rain, in the Shenandoah mountains.
The space becomes Horizons, which is also GSU, with the building structure, &c. Sitting in Aftercare, in one of the buildings, when this girl comes up talking about how she's leaving the country, and is a virgin. She grinds against me, for emphasis. I push her away, and ask how old she is. She says, "Well, I'm Here, so I must be at Least--" and I finish for her: "Seventeen." She starts talking excitedly about how she wants to go down on some kid named Mike. She was just being her, with the sexual talk, and provcation, at me.
I have cookies, somehow, and I am trying to figure out with whom I should share them, because I have a limited supply. I see
atlqueenrai and she doesn't acknowledge that I'm there. I can feel-- behind things-- everything, and building, and the future Looming. It's like I felt, when I visited the Field School. Embasies and spring city rain. While atlqueenrai is ignoring me for some boym Paul Evans says something, behind me, to make me turn and realise that it's him. I haven't seen him in years, and we talk. Cops drive past the front of the building, ttheir cars are strange and futuristic. We walk aroudn the side, next to a vegetable garden, to the tool shed where the bags are kept. We're talking about music: Tom Waits, Warren Zevon, and Brian Wilson. I realise that I already have my bag, and we walk around front again, talking about music. Pauls notes that the police have parked in front of the main building, and we swing around their left side, onto a patch of grass. We cross back over/curve left around a grove of trees, onto a sidewalk on a bridge, and the city-scape and haze, in front of us, gold, white, and glass, catches the afternoon light, and I say, "It looks like one of those cheesey Future-Scapes, on some Sci-Fi Channel movie." The streets' surfaces are blue.Watching this lady and her daughter walk down the street and and the colour of the light has the same white/gold and glass, with a new electric blue tint. She is simultaneously at a console, and walking down the street. A different her, frantic, neurotic, walks up behind herm abd asks what's going on, The city and little girl are projections, from a memory disc, in the back of her head. She apologises to herself, embarassed, and afraid; the other her doesn't expect an apology,. only wants to know what's happening. She removes the disc.
Overlapping Reality: In the Move Theater, watching all of this. There is a console, where you can, ike a DVD, or TiVo, change the speed and direction, and are able to access information, from the internet, about facts in the film. There are bits, in the machine, of all of the other sections of the dream, so far. Watching something about cell growth, and I note that I've always liked the fact that cell growth increases 200-fold, from one zygotic stage to the next. One of the women with me (at a high round table with stools around it, as well as in a regular theater-style chair) looks skeptically at the other, and she sighs, and sets about making the movie tell us about zygote formation in sharks. Cuts to the movie, cuts back, people in the theater start getting pissed. There is an announcment, on the theater PA, about not talking during the movie, but that the Console can talk, ad apologising for any inconvenience the Console has caused.
Overlapping reality: The movie, Angelina Jolie is a hooker, but not really. Her pimp comes in with someone new, who is her ex-partner, and -lover, who's gone bad. They fight, the pimp is confused, until he is knocked unconscious. The old lover walks outside to his new partner, and they walk/run away. Angelina wakes up and rushes out to the front of the motel, which is dimensionally phased, with the hallway of a mall, with her new partner, who is also posing as a hooker. They run down the front walk/through the mall.
Overlapping Reality: I'm running in the mall, past the bisecting halls, which are like Sparks Hall, at GSU, and I'm chasing them both. I know, however, that if I go dow the maintenance hall, thre's a secret portal, next to the back of the candy store. I turn left down a hall, and past the maintenance door, as people are watching intently, and think that i don't belong. I'm turning around, and I see
michette. She says that she was wondering if I was going to recognise her. She is almost Scary Thin., but not quite. I give her a hug, and as she leans in to kiss me, I wake up05.24.05: That was a long strange dream.
I'm writiung about yesterday, now, to catch up. I ran around, like crazy, trying to arrange seeing my family. Ended up seeing all of my sisters, at the house, and I met my new and only nephew. His name is Quentin. Incidentally, that is also the name of a massively powerful, insane mutant, in one of the X-Men mini-series I'd been reading, recently. Anyway, that was neat. I hadn't held a baby, in a very long time.
Saw my great aunt, and my aunt, and a lot of my family, this weekend.
My grandmother told me about her father buying a Model-T, and wearing his Herring Bone suit, that day...
It was a very interesting weekend. I got to see a lot more of my family, on many levels, than i have, before...
I'm going to go do things, today. I don't think I have to work, at all, because no one has called, and no one has called screaming that i'm Late. So that's good. A nice day off...
I finished re-reading The Haunting of Hill House, this weekend... Man I love that book...
Later.
