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wolven7Was being driven aaround by my dad, and my mom, in turn. They drove me different places, and showed me different things. My father and i were driving along the higway, and i asked him if it was time to re-do my psych evaluations, and he reminded me of some other mental test I needed to have done, and that it all wasn't until my birthday. We ddrove around the industrial/train yard district, with a lot of Russian bars, looking for a 7-11. We stopped somewhere, and went inside, and it was my mother and I. We had been there, before, and looked at some things. It was a combination of a goldfish seller
(they kept the goldfish all in one tank, in separate bowls, floating at different depths; eventually they learned to tip each other over, and out into the collective water)
and a combination of my family's houses. Many of my family had just gotten back from some kind of vacation, and weren't expecting to see me there. There was a desk, up front, and there werre many different women, who all looked Cherokee and Norse. Each woman looked both. Each woman looked like each other. There was a piece of square plating, in the case at the counter, that had a Tlingut Raven carved into it, over some Japanese-looking characters. My mother and I had put it on hold for me, last time we were here. The lady, behind the counter, didn't have record of it, and there was someone else's name on the back, where the ticket order, should have been. She took down my name, and wrote three more characters, in the back. One of them was "Fire," and i think another was "Person." Don't remember.
There was Sesame Street, on the telelvision, in that house, and people were afraid of it. Big Bird looked kind of evil.
Slept about 9.5 hours, last night. That was good. I needed that.
Work, today. Should eat something, first.
Later.
(they kept the goldfish all in one tank, in separate bowls, floating at different depths; eventually they learned to tip each other over, and out into the collective water)
and a combination of my family's houses. Many of my family had just gotten back from some kind of vacation, and weren't expecting to see me there. There was a desk, up front, and there werre many different women, who all looked Cherokee and Norse. Each woman looked both. Each woman looked like each other. There was a piece of square plating, in the case at the counter, that had a Tlingut Raven carved into it, over some Japanese-looking characters. My mother and I had put it on hold for me, last time we were here. The lady, behind the counter, didn't have record of it, and there was someone else's name on the back, where the ticket order, should have been. She took down my name, and wrote three more characters, in the back. One of them was "Fire," and i think another was "Person." Don't remember.
There was Sesame Street, on the telelvision, in that house, and people were afraid of it. Big Bird looked kind of evil.
Slept about 9.5 hours, last night. That was good. I needed that.
Work, today. Should eat something, first.
Later.
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Date: 2005-05-30 04:44 pm (UTC)And the women...Wondering who they are, now...
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And yeah, i know, i just saw that, after i posted it. >_< Damned dreams...