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Dream-The Entrance
Nov. 16th, 2003 12:32 pmI was supposed to drive to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
love_power's house for steak, but for some reason I just walked out my front door and started walking toward Lincoln Park, only to find him sulking on a bench at a bus stop there.
"What're you doing here?" I asked.
"Well, my car is crap, and you weren't going to come so I decided to take a smoke break and contemplate the unwinding of the universe."
"Oh, I see. Is it really unwinding?"
"Everything unwinds, like old jewelry boxes that play shitty music to make little girls giggle. I fucking hate those things."
I nodded, and smirked beneath a shadow.
"well, you want to go?" I asked.
"I told you, my car is shit, Dawn."
"That's OK...we can use mine." I took a second look at him, his brow was furrowed as he took a drag off his cigarette, examining the pavement, which looked like goo around his very large feet.
"Tell ya what, we can just talk."
He looked up and said, "OK," and we began walking toward some buildings that I recognized. They began on my right, looking more like military apartments than real homes, but we walked toward them anyway. I told him to keep going, and turned left, walking up three stairs to a doorway of an office. I knocked three times, but no one answered. I was getting impatient, but then I heard voices and turned only to find my friend Jess with a large group of tourist-looking folks.
Laughing, he said," Hey girlfriend. Whatcha waiting for? Go in.."
I told him, sadly, that no one was answering the door, but I needed my bag.
He said, inching very closely to my face,"Sometimes you just have to force doors open, whether they're yours to do so with or not." He smirked his silliest smirk, his face pocked from years of acne and his eyes red with wine-stains. He smelled good, as he always does. I laughed, nodded, and he took a step back as I opened the handle and walked into the building.
Next thing I know, I am no longer there but instead just outside one of the homes withlove_power, my real-life journal, the blue one with the golden pages, as well as my large Asian-patterned purse, on my arms. I remember the red from my purse being very intense, as well as the gold and blue of my journal. I go to open the door, love_power chatting away about pretty much anything and everything in his head. I do not know this house, nor do I have a key. But the door is open, so I turn the handle and we go inside. I kept worrying that love_power would question where we were, but he never did.
We walked through a dingy living room and into a bedroom/ office wherelove_power sat down on a bed and I sat on an ottoman I dragged in from the other room.
Suddenly I felt like a psychologist, taking notes on a legal pad that I pulled out from my purse. I don't remember what I wrote, but that it was somewhere between what he was saying and what I felt as a result of his words, almost as if we were one being to psycho-analyze. It was a theory in my head, that in order to truly understand where one person's thoughts came from, you had to have two people interacting. Generally the psycho-analyst wasn't to be the 2nd person, but for whatever reason this made sense right then.
Suddenly, the front door opened and a couple of kids came in, one only seven or eight, the other a teen. They looked at us, shrugged and sat down in front of their television and began watching TV. I looked atlove_power and told him we needed to go. He stopped talking and said, "Oh, ok. Don't forget your journal." I thanked him for his help, and we walked back through the living room. The kids did not budge though, it was as if we were supposed to be there, and they just didn't care.
As we were leaving, he finally questioned me. I told him I didn't know where we had been, but that I had to open that door. He agreed, said, "Cool." and we headed back toward the office. I was suddenly frantic...I could not find my journal, and my purse was too light. I went to go back into the home, but the boys had the television on too loud, and I couldn't push past the sound.
Eventually,love_power opened another door, one that was similar to the house we'd been in. I was upset, but followed him only to be greeted by a girl that I felt I knew, but I couldn't place her. She asked how our day had gone, and I told her about my book. I then realized we were back in the office, but also in the house only the boys had left. She laughed, seeing my confusion at our state of being, and said,"It's OK, I do this all the time."
love_power sat on a couch, still talking but I am not sure about what. I told the girl who, after a while, seemed more like Marie from the Decadent Nouveau but also like this girl Dawn who wraptboy used to hang out with, that I needed my books back. Yes, they were suddenly plural, and I had a thought about Mormonism and drifted elsewhere. The Marie-Dawn girl began talking about publishing, and pointed to a speaker where all my books sat neatly. When I walked over to get them, she kept chatting but maneuvered her way between love_power's legs and he began massaging her shoulders.
I looked at her, appalled, but I do not know why. The room turned green, and I recognized that this symbolized jealousy. I did not feel jealous, yet I said something like, "You are such a ho."
She said, "Hey, I take it when I can get it. It's just another door to push open."
The room turned orange then, and I missed my couch. I told them I had to go, and walked out the front entryway, but the door was gone, leaving rusty hinges to scrape my right arm on.
I left a trail of blood behind me, walked to a parking lot and climbed into a large car, resting on my knees to look at the children in the back.
"You cannot tell a soul!" I told them.
Their eyes were huge and frightened, and they nodded at me.
I said, "Good," and got back out.
As I walked away from the car, I had a feeling that it was going to explode. I did not like this, so I turned and stole the explosion, blowing myself up and kissing the pavement and sky a thousand times, wishing the children hadn't seen me die. It was just necessary, and large Canadian geese flew overhead, the sky a combination of crystal-clear blue, white and grey.
love_power's house for steak, but for some reason I just walked out my front door and started walking toward Lincoln Park, only to find him sulking on a bench at a bus stop there."What're you doing here?" I asked.
"Well, my car is crap, and you weren't going to come so I decided to take a smoke break and contemplate the unwinding of the universe."
"Oh, I see. Is it really unwinding?"
"Everything unwinds, like old jewelry boxes that play shitty music to make little girls giggle. I fucking hate those things."
I nodded, and smirked beneath a shadow.
"well, you want to go?" I asked.
"I told you, my car is shit, Dawn."
"That's OK...we can use mine." I took a second look at him, his brow was furrowed as he took a drag off his cigarette, examining the pavement, which looked like goo around his very large feet.
"Tell ya what, we can just talk."
He looked up and said, "OK," and we began walking toward some buildings that I recognized. They began on my right, looking more like military apartments than real homes, but we walked toward them anyway. I told him to keep going, and turned left, walking up three stairs to a doorway of an office. I knocked three times, but no one answered. I was getting impatient, but then I heard voices and turned only to find my friend Jess with a large group of tourist-looking folks.
Laughing, he said," Hey girlfriend. Whatcha waiting for? Go in.."
I told him, sadly, that no one was answering the door, but I needed my bag.
He said, inching very closely to my face,"Sometimes you just have to force doors open, whether they're yours to do so with or not." He smirked his silliest smirk, his face pocked from years of acne and his eyes red with wine-stains. He smelled good, as he always does. I laughed, nodded, and he took a step back as I opened the handle and walked into the building.
Next thing I know, I am no longer there but instead just outside one of the homes with
love_power, my real-life journal, the blue one with the golden pages, as well as my large Asian-patterned purse, on my arms. I remember the red from my purse being very intense, as well as the gold and blue of my journal. I go to open the door, love_power chatting away about pretty much anything and everything in his head. I do not know this house, nor do I have a key. But the door is open, so I turn the handle and we go inside. I kept worrying that love_power would question where we were, but he never did.We walked through a dingy living room and into a bedroom/ office where
love_power sat down on a bed and I sat on an ottoman I dragged in from the other room. Suddenly I felt like a psychologist, taking notes on a legal pad that I pulled out from my purse. I don't remember what I wrote, but that it was somewhere between what he was saying and what I felt as a result of his words, almost as if we were one being to psycho-analyze. It was a theory in my head, that in order to truly understand where one person's thoughts came from, you had to have two people interacting. Generally the psycho-analyst wasn't to be the 2nd person, but for whatever reason this made sense right then.
Suddenly, the front door opened and a couple of kids came in, one only seven or eight, the other a teen. They looked at us, shrugged and sat down in front of their television and began watching TV. I looked at
love_power and told him we needed to go. He stopped talking and said, "Oh, ok. Don't forget your journal." I thanked him for his help, and we walked back through the living room. The kids did not budge though, it was as if we were supposed to be there, and they just didn't care.As we were leaving, he finally questioned me. I told him I didn't know where we had been, but that I had to open that door. He agreed, said, "Cool." and we headed back toward the office. I was suddenly frantic...I could not find my journal, and my purse was too light. I went to go back into the home, but the boys had the television on too loud, and I couldn't push past the sound.
Eventually,
love_power opened another door, one that was similar to the house we'd been in. I was upset, but followed him only to be greeted by a girl that I felt I knew, but I couldn't place her. She asked how our day had gone, and I told her about my book. I then realized we were back in the office, but also in the house only the boys had left. She laughed, seeing my confusion at our state of being, and said,"It's OK, I do this all the time."love_power sat on a couch, still talking but I am not sure about what. I told the girl who, after a while, seemed more like Marie from the Decadent Nouveau but also like this girl Dawn who wraptboy used to hang out with, that I needed my books back. Yes, they were suddenly plural, and I had a thought about Mormonism and drifted elsewhere. The Marie-Dawn girl began talking about publishing, and pointed to a speaker where all my books sat neatly. When I walked over to get them, she kept chatting but maneuvered her way between love_power's legs and he began massaging her shoulders.I looked at her, appalled, but I do not know why. The room turned green, and I recognized that this symbolized jealousy. I did not feel jealous, yet I said something like, "You are such a ho."
She said, "Hey, I take it when I can get it. It's just another door to push open."
The room turned orange then, and I missed my couch. I told them I had to go, and walked out the front entryway, but the door was gone, leaving rusty hinges to scrape my right arm on.
I left a trail of blood behind me, walked to a parking lot and climbed into a large car, resting on my knees to look at the children in the back.
"You cannot tell a soul!" I told them.
Their eyes were huge and frightened, and they nodded at me.
I said, "Good," and got back out.
As I walked away from the car, I had a feeling that it was going to explode. I did not like this, so I turned and stole the explosion, blowing myself up and kissing the pavement and sky a thousand times, wishing the children hadn't seen me die. It was just necessary, and large Canadian geese flew overhead, the sky a combination of crystal-clear blue, white and grey.
