Well that's just fucked up
Dec. 17th, 2005 10:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Poe - [Lemon Meringue]--- Dreams:
I'm in the combination of London, DC, and Atlanta. It feels like Bas Lag. I'm searching for something, and there are all the old landmarks: Shopping centres on hills, where those shopping centres never were. A balconied Mellow Mushroom Pizza, with a metal railed roof (Sponge - [Molly (Sixteen Candles)]) Various things put together in ways they never were, to create the new city, through which I was searching for a teacher, a family, a tradition. I find the teacher.
The teacher is a charlatan.
The Teacher is a grand master of the occult.
The teacher is a single person doing what he can. He opens a cabinet door with red velvet curtains inside, and i know that the cabinet leads somewhere much larger than a cabinet. At the exact same time as he is silently opening the door, he is, in a different aspect, teaching me about the survival skills necessary to live through the trial, in the city.
(Carmina Burana - [Ecce Gratum]) Me, Patrick, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cailement racing to a certain point. With me, in mentality, but not physicality, is mech_angel. Everyone had someone with them, to help them survive the trial, to show them things they might have missed, and to gve guidance. We are racing for our lives, striving to reach the end clues (and it feels like Ninja Gaiden, and Harry Potter), and we're through warehouses, and factories, trying to find this one residential neighbourhood. (Massive Attack - [Black Milk]).
Everytime I focus on the race, I lose sight of the red velvet world, which is a maze of tall queue liners, of the sort you'd see at the sign in to a convention. They were supposed to reach above the head, entirely, but I can see, from a top down view, and guid myself through the maze, trying to catch up to Al. We're not racing, but he needs my help. Behind me, there is a rogue or ninja, trying to stop me, he grabs me by the arms, or legs, or waist, and I have to throw him off of me. I can see Al, ahead, and he's about to get hurt. I am aware, again, of the race.
I'm racing again, and we've realised that we're in this together, and we need to find a way to win, together. There's no way for him to turn us all away.
An impression of hidden underground tunnels, from caves that are fully explored. The tunnels are the shadows, and the school.
cailement says that the clue means the third tree, in the middle, that we've reached the end, if we go to the trees, we see, and Patrick thinks it means a third of Oil, so he wants to go to the refinery, behind us and to our left. (Fleming & John - [A Place Called Love]) I know that they're both right, and resolve to follow whomever. I know that I'm going to find another red cabinet portal, soon, or Al's going to die. We reach the Trees, with a natural gas truck in front of the median, and having to cross heavy traffic, coming at us on the left. (Nyarlathotep: The Crawling Chaos - [Deep Time (Subterranean Concept Exploration 2)]) We reach the trees, and
We're reading a comic. It's Ultimate Iron Man, and Obidiah is trying to kill Tony Stark, again. Tony's grown up, and somehow managed to put on some weight. The nano-suit that kept him alive wasn't doing as well, as it once had. The Obidiah holographic projection was revealed for what it was, and thing strated to break down into the parts that brought us there. Something, here, about Stewie, from Family Guy. I wake up
Snake River Conspiracy - [You and Your Friend]--- There was this sense, in the race, like some kind of "HellBlazer: Year One," scenario. Dreams are fucked up things, but definately important. I love them so.
Michael Andrews - [Waltz in the 4th Dimension]--- I need food. Back later.
{10.29pm: MC Frontalot - [Special Delivery]--- Something, in the dream, about Dib and Zim, having to work together, needing each other.
Bah.}
I'm in the combination of London, DC, and Atlanta. It feels like Bas Lag. I'm searching for something, and there are all the old landmarks: Shopping centres on hills, where those shopping centres never were. A balconied Mellow Mushroom Pizza, with a metal railed roof (Sponge - [Molly (Sixteen Candles)]) Various things put together in ways they never were, to create the new city, through which I was searching for a teacher, a family, a tradition. I find the teacher.
The teacher is a charlatan.
The Teacher is a grand master of the occult.
The teacher is a single person doing what he can. He opens a cabinet door with red velvet curtains inside, and i know that the cabinet leads somewhere much larger than a cabinet. At the exact same time as he is silently opening the door, he is, in a different aspect, teaching me about the survival skills necessary to live through the trial, in the city.
(Carmina Burana - [Ecce Gratum]) Me, Patrick, and
cailement racing to a certain point. With me, in mentality, but not physicality, is mech_angel. Everyone had someone with them, to help them survive the trial, to show them things they might have missed, and to gve guidance. We are racing for our lives, striving to reach the end clues (and it feels like Ninja Gaiden, and Harry Potter), and we're through warehouses, and factories, trying to find this one residential neighbourhood. (Massive Attack - [Black Milk]).Everytime I focus on the race, I lose sight of the red velvet world, which is a maze of tall queue liners, of the sort you'd see at the sign in to a convention. They were supposed to reach above the head, entirely, but I can see, from a top down view, and guid myself through the maze, trying to catch up to Al. We're not racing, but he needs my help. Behind me, there is a rogue or ninja, trying to stop me, he grabs me by the arms, or legs, or waist, and I have to throw him off of me. I can see Al, ahead, and he's about to get hurt. I am aware, again, of the race.
I'm racing again, and we've realised that we're in this together, and we need to find a way to win, together. There's no way for him to turn us all away.
An impression of hidden underground tunnels, from caves that are fully explored. The tunnels are the shadows, and the school.
cailement says that the clue means the third tree, in the middle, that we've reached the end, if we go to the trees, we see, and Patrick thinks it means a third of Oil, so he wants to go to the refinery, behind us and to our left. (Fleming & John - [A Place Called Love]) I know that they're both right, and resolve to follow whomever. I know that I'm going to find another red cabinet portal, soon, or Al's going to die. We reach the Trees, with a natural gas truck in front of the median, and having to cross heavy traffic, coming at us on the left. (Nyarlathotep: The Crawling Chaos - [Deep Time (Subterranean Concept Exploration 2)]) We reach the trees, andWe're reading a comic. It's Ultimate Iron Man, and Obidiah is trying to kill Tony Stark, again. Tony's grown up, and somehow managed to put on some weight. The nano-suit that kept him alive wasn't doing as well, as it once had. The Obidiah holographic projection was revealed for what it was, and thing strated to break down into the parts that brought us there. Something, here, about Stewie, from Family Guy. I wake up
Snake River Conspiracy - [You and Your Friend]--- There was this sense, in the race, like some kind of "HellBlazer: Year One," scenario. Dreams are fucked up things, but definately important. I love them so.
Michael Andrews - [Waltz in the 4th Dimension]--- I need food. Back later.
{10.29pm: MC Frontalot - [Special Delivery]--- Something, in the dream, about Dib and Zim, having to work together, needing each other.
Bah.}
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Date: 2005-12-18 04:35 am (UTC)-Devin
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And while i was told you were having a party, I was never told When it was.
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Date: 2005-12-19 02:55 am (UTC)We even told Al and Kelly when we saw them Last Monday.
Rosie
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Date: 2005-12-19 03:50 am (UTC)Rosie
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I'll give a call, in the coming weeks.
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Date: 2005-12-20 04:31 am (UTC)Rosie
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