Morning, last night's dreams...
Mar. 19th, 2006 10:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7DeathBoy - [AntiMatter]--- Dreams were of being on a bus, in this neighbourhood, that waws a swamp, and you could hear the gators hissing, next to the road. This little girl, seemingly of Mexican descent and about two years old, left through the back door of the bus (which was on the left side of it), and started running down the road. I had to run after and save her. (DeathBoy - [disenchantment]). She was right in the middle of a gator and a car wheel, when I grabbed her, and took her back to her parents.
The next section was me, running through backyards, trying to get somewhere, and running In a yard past this dog that surprised me, when it wanted to play. I kept running through the yard, and then out of it, over the fence. Into another yard, and things aren't making much sense. Something, here, about a movie, and The Mall.
Next section, having to look through Suicide Girls, to find someone, and the mission being directed by my parents.
Einstürzende Neubauten - [Die Interimsliebenden]--- Transitions into something about a show/movie that's like a combination of "Beverly Hills Cop," "Back to the Future," and "Buck Rogers in the 24th Century." And Flash Gordon. The Premise: Axel Foley is somehow granted the ability to travel through time and space, but he cannot control it. He was teleported to the home ship of these two space nuns, who taught him what he was supposed to do, and Why. They were travelling through a worm hole/hyperspace singularity, which was extremly dangerous. Axel asked why they were doing it, and they said, "Someone has to, otherwise we won't learn anything." Axel left, and the Space Nuns now had a Monk with them, and the wormhole/singularity turned into the esophageal tract of some Lovecraftian mosnter. They were being digested, slowly.
Next section was the inside of a very long building, identified by my mind as Radio City Music Hall, and it was gutted. There were only the walls, the floors, and the upper balcony walkways and catwalks. We were playing a survivor-esque game, and we all had to stay in the building, and not die. If we went out, it could only be for supplies, and we had to hurry back, before we were eliminated. (Tom Waits - [Telephone Call from Istanbul (Live)]). One group left, and while they were gone, we made food, and set it by the door, for them. And we locked the doors. We made it very clear that they would have to obtain certain supplies, in order that they might be let back in. Tattoo supplies and sterilization measures, so that we could all get the work done that we needed done. They obtained the stuff, and we let them back in. Dinner was fresh greenbeans and "Green-Fried Rice." That's about when I woke up.
Strange dreams, them...
Now, breakfast? Or back to bed, and then breakfast?
The next section was me, running through backyards, trying to get somewhere, and running In a yard past this dog that surprised me, when it wanted to play. I kept running through the yard, and then out of it, over the fence. Into another yard, and things aren't making much sense. Something, here, about a movie, and The Mall.
Next section, having to look through Suicide Girls, to find someone, and the mission being directed by my parents.
Einstürzende Neubauten - [Die Interimsliebenden]--- Transitions into something about a show/movie that's like a combination of "Beverly Hills Cop," "Back to the Future," and "Buck Rogers in the 24th Century." And Flash Gordon. The Premise: Axel Foley is somehow granted the ability to travel through time and space, but he cannot control it. He was teleported to the home ship of these two space nuns, who taught him what he was supposed to do, and Why. They were travelling through a worm hole/hyperspace singularity, which was extremly dangerous. Axel asked why they were doing it, and they said, "Someone has to, otherwise we won't learn anything." Axel left, and the Space Nuns now had a Monk with them, and the wormhole/singularity turned into the esophageal tract of some Lovecraftian mosnter. They were being digested, slowly.
Next section was the inside of a very long building, identified by my mind as Radio City Music Hall, and it was gutted. There were only the walls, the floors, and the upper balcony walkways and catwalks. We were playing a survivor-esque game, and we all had to stay in the building, and not die. If we went out, it could only be for supplies, and we had to hurry back, before we were eliminated. (Tom Waits - [Telephone Call from Istanbul (Live)]). One group left, and while they were gone, we made food, and set it by the door, for them. And we locked the doors. We made it very clear that they would have to obtain certain supplies, in order that they might be let back in. Tattoo supplies and sterilization measures, so that we could all get the work done that we needed done. They obtained the stuff, and we let them back in. Dinner was fresh greenbeans and "Green-Fried Rice." That's about when I woke up.
Strange dreams, them...
Now, breakfast? Or back to bed, and then breakfast?
