Dreams.

[wolven7]

I'm chasing some sort of goblin, dog beast through a house. It's a warm tropical night, and this thing is trying to kill me. I'm trying to slit its throat, and it keeps disappearing, and hiding under furniture, and in my room. I wouldn't be trying to kill it, if it weren't trying to kill me. I'm about to ambush it and slit its throat when people come home, and start having a family game night. There are children, here, asking about various things. And playing games. I can't kill it in front of them, as they think it's a wonderful pet, and won't belive me, no matter what i say. It takes our little game of death as more game, and less death, now, though...

I'm somewhere, and everyone i know is following me, as i give directions to someone ele's party. I'm in a park that's around a section of Decatur, and also NE DC, and is also a house. This place is the same as before. I'm telling other people how to get places, and someone hands me a phone, to give directions. It's a dial tone. I tell hjim "They must have either figured it out, or your directions were good." At which point he informs me that it was just a friend of his, doing pizza delivery, needing directions. Other people need me, but i need to get back to my house.

Everyone is following me, back to my house. Far ahead, i see two men on horses, and I'm sad, that they are leaving, but i know they have to. I know i can't leave, in the same way that they are leaving. They are Arthurian Knights, on black horses, with tapestries on their saddles, and, befoer all this, we had been in a castle. They are my Brothers. My younger brother has, on his seat tapesry, a history of our family, and i know, suddenly, that it is important that i make a showing, that i go with them, one way, if not another. I start running after them. Running, people start to follow me, not knowing where i'm going. bakeneko almost stops me, saying, "No matter what happens, we will all find each other again." Then she kisses me. The horses start trotting, and I run, and keep up. I'm in between the two horses, now, where i would have ridden, on my horse, all things considered. I whistle to them, but they don't look back. They can't. They speed up, even more. They're at a gallop. I start sprinting, and i keep a steady pace, in line, and they reform the line so that i'm not in the middle of two, latterally, but at the end of two, longways. As we sprint, we pass the people in the house, and they are going for a walk in the neigbourhood. I stop, as i notice that my brothers are gone. Where they rode, my friends now stand. Only one of them hands me a magazine, with a mock up of Jack Kennedy and Marilyn Monroe, sitting together, drinking Blue Sapphire Gin. He says "They always want to tear down, don't they?"

Al's ex-girlfriend is coming over, and apparently, she's a bit of a right wing biggot, and he's asking me to either hide, or get "Blinged Up," so as not to upset her view of the world. I refuse.

Strange shit.

I'm tired and hungry.

Time for breakfast.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

I found you! r. thomas waitress - Andrea

[wolven.livejournal.com]

Hooray! :)

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

Love...

Another tide of FuckedUp coming our way, I think...

[wolven.livejournal.com]

I tend to like "insanity," with moments of clarity, rather than the reverse. The faster things mve, the more alert, the more i appreciate what i have, what i'm doing, and why i'm doing it.

I think we'll be ok, this time, too.