wolven7 | Disturbing dreams.

I dreaed of looking at which was also making, tarot cards which were also a catalogue of clothes, which were also windows, into the realm in which they pointed. The suit of spades was also the suit of Pentacles and four four-dimensionally-interlocked pillars, but it resisted being swords. The Family for the suit was Dark. Something else was happening, in the outside world, at this point, that made me leery; some set of disasters and catastrophes, linked witht he Fall (autumn and other), and Hallowe'en. My aunt and my mother were looking over my shoulder, as I looked through the catalogue, I would not something I liked, and they would leap forward, and try to touch the page, I knew that it would be disasterous to let them touch the pages, so I guarded the pictures jealously and carefully. They were not really my mom and my aunt. I was looking at the Jack/Page of Spades/Pentacles/Pillars' cloak, as well as the King's Armour.

mech_angel showed up, and I showed her the pictures.

Soemthing in a section, either preceeding or following that one, about a room in a family house with white walls, which were paper, and on which anything drawn came to life as an actual artefact. My cousin was playing video games, and she was playing one of the Sonic The Hedgehog Game. I was trying to tell her about how good at this game I was, when it was popular, how I always beat friends of mine. An image, here, of someone none of you know: Rasul Shareef, a friend of mine from middle school, when I moved here, for the second time. A feeling of betrayl, and deception, lurking around, as I tried to show my cousin how to play the game. I couldn't figure out the new controler, and my actual mother, this time, was talking about various things from my past. I was also cleaning the walls, and putting new things up. I figured out the remote/game controler.

Impressions of walking down dark, autumn-warm London streets, in front of buildings that belong on a grassy college campus, and do, in fact, have some grass in front of them. Residential brownstones. Gaslight. The impression of two carpenters or painters, searching for each other, trying to reconnect.

The lines of a song that don't exist, yet, as sung by, perhaps, Tori Amos, in my dream. There was a very quick cadence, in the first line, and longer, in the second. You'd have to hear the rhythm, for me to make it make sense:

Someone is gonna be divided/decided
Someone is gonna be a part of me

That's about when I woke up, and couldn't get back to sleep. Disturbing, thoughtful dreams.

I bought "In the Mouth of Maddness" and Veruca Salt's "Eight Arms to Hold You," yesterday. Yes, I realise how funny that is. Spent some time with

mech_angel and my mom, wandering around Tower and Marshalls. That was pretty nice.

I'm going to go eat something, before i get up to get ready for class.

Later.