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Aug. 7th, 2004 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedarksiren2I knew the man, but I didn't know the man. He felt familiar in my everything...my bones reeked of his familiarity, although it wasn't a sexual kind. He fumbled with gadgets and gidgets, remote controls and a large television that played M.A.S.H., or something close to it. I kept remembering and reminding myself, September 22nd is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tiktiktok's birthday, but the strange bluish-gray glow from the screen would blind me, and I'd drift away.
"Watch this," the stranger said, and it was like time rewound and the scene played all over again, except he fumbled with wires and explosives instead, trying to hook them to the back of the television, trying to be sneaky. But I saw it all, I saw everything, and in my body I knew...I had to get out.
He stood up, and his identity morphed intonomadoh's roommate, scottydel, and I wondered why I was dreaming about these things, almost decided to go lucid, but the oddity told me to let it all go, so I did.
scottydel held out his hand, "I can take you with me," he said. I looked up at him, feeling like a small, scared child trying to keep her cool in a bad elementary school tragic-comedy situation. It made sense in my brain, my large eyes seeming to grow larger as I glanced at him from down on the couch.
Down on the couch was far away, tunnel-visioned, and drifting farther...
I shook my head no, and somewhere in my psyche, I said, "No thank you," but my lips, overall, never moved.
The room was cleared when he left. No one else existed for a few minutes, and silence fell over my ears like a foggy blanket. I imagined this, and then frowned when I considered the dampness of such a blanket. Wet ears are annoying unless you're in the shower.
I could still see the bluish-gray screen, although I thought that M.A.S.H. had been over for quite some time. There were wars going on, wars all over the world, and yet we were watching fake wars, like we wanted one for ourselves. Men were gunned down in Vietnam, and I saw the blood splash up, out, through men's veins, and jumped when I got splashed by it, the couch suddenly much closer to reality.
I had to get out.
I stood up, picking up each remote control one by one until they were piled high in my arms. I think there were thirty of them, which made sense because I would be thirty in three, although not thirty-three. I could hear each of the remotes scratch against its brother, and paying attention to the noise more than my actions, I began dropping them, one by one, and my concern for the moment grew.
My hands fell to my side in slow-motion, and the remotes floated in the air before me as if I'd never moved. I backed up, almost fell on the couch, looking at the wonder that was the floating remotes, and thought about each one's remoteness, how lonely the machines must be through all of this. I looked up to seepoliwitch walking through the backyard, smiling, long broom-skirt carrying her as if her legs didn't move at all below her. I ran toward the back door, opened up a screen door and stepped outside.
I looked to my left as I walked out, noticingpoliwitch walking toward andragon, holding out both hands to greet him. Their hands touched, and they embraced in hellos, and I knew I had to talk with them, to ask them, "Is it time?" But the harder I tried to walk to my left, the more steps I took toward the garden in front of me, barefooted green-massaging grass, damp in daylight, walking away from the house.
Every step had its own intent, and my head stayed painfully turned toward the house next door,poliwitch talking on the steps with andragon, just outside the back-door of their sun room. andragon changed shape and became my old friend Darryl from T.O.F.W. AKA Tofu coven, and I appreciated their similarities, as well as their changing into one another.
I heard a brustling before me, and turned my head to the right to face forward. A couple dozen blades of extremely golden wheat danced back and forth in the wind, and I admired their golden gleam when I heard the explosion.
I turned back to my left, only this time to turn around and face the house as it blew up.poliwitch jumped, holding her arms up with long, elegant arms posing as a cat who is frightened, eyes large behind glasses. Darryly changed back into andragon...I didn't see these two events personally, but I saw them as an observer who might have been watching the whole dream.
As I looked at the house, I noticedkrylon64 in the window, waving at me like a child in a car waves at strangers. At first he smiled, and I waved back, smiling at him. Just then, the black smoke begged him to back into it, and embraced him. His smile changed to emptiness, and he disappeared in the darkness, and I knew the hallway from House of Leaves had taken him forever from me. I tried to step forward, to go toward the house, but the wheat turned to barley, the skies turned gray, and the explosion left my face melting.
tiktiktok's birthday, but the strange bluish-gray glow from the screen would blind me, and I'd drift away."Watch this," the stranger said, and it was like time rewound and the scene played all over again, except he fumbled with wires and explosives instead, trying to hook them to the back of the television, trying to be sneaky. But I saw it all, I saw everything, and in my body I knew...I had to get out.
He stood up, and his identity morphed into
nomadoh's roommate, scottydel, and I wondered why I was dreaming about these things, almost decided to go lucid, but the oddity told me to let it all go, so I did. scottydel held out his hand, "I can take you with me," he said. I looked up at him, feeling like a small, scared child trying to keep her cool in a bad elementary school tragic-comedy situation. It made sense in my brain, my large eyes seeming to grow larger as I glanced at him from down on the couch.Down on the couch was far away, tunnel-visioned, and drifting farther...
I shook my head no, and somewhere in my psyche, I said, "No thank you," but my lips, overall, never moved.
The room was cleared when he left. No one else existed for a few minutes, and silence fell over my ears like a foggy blanket. I imagined this, and then frowned when I considered the dampness of such a blanket. Wet ears are annoying unless you're in the shower.
I could still see the bluish-gray screen, although I thought that M.A.S.H. had been over for quite some time. There were wars going on, wars all over the world, and yet we were watching fake wars, like we wanted one for ourselves. Men were gunned down in Vietnam, and I saw the blood splash up, out, through men's veins, and jumped when I got splashed by it, the couch suddenly much closer to reality.
I had to get out.
I stood up, picking up each remote control one by one until they were piled high in my arms. I think there were thirty of them, which made sense because I would be thirty in three, although not thirty-three. I could hear each of the remotes scratch against its brother, and paying attention to the noise more than my actions, I began dropping them, one by one, and my concern for the moment grew.
My hands fell to my side in slow-motion, and the remotes floated in the air before me as if I'd never moved. I backed up, almost fell on the couch, looking at the wonder that was the floating remotes, and thought about each one's remoteness, how lonely the machines must be through all of this. I looked up to see
poliwitch walking through the backyard, smiling, long broom-skirt carrying her as if her legs didn't move at all below her. I ran toward the back door, opened up a screen door and stepped outside.I looked to my left as I walked out, noticing
poliwitch walking toward andragon, holding out both hands to greet him. Their hands touched, and they embraced in hellos, and I knew I had to talk with them, to ask them, "Is it time?" But the harder I tried to walk to my left, the more steps I took toward the garden in front of me, barefooted green-massaging grass, damp in daylight, walking away from the house.Every step had its own intent, and my head stayed painfully turned toward the house next door,
poliwitch talking on the steps with andragon, just outside the back-door of their sun room. andragon changed shape and became my old friend Darryl from T.O.F.W. AKA Tofu coven, and I appreciated their similarities, as well as their changing into one another.I heard a brustling before me, and turned my head to the right to face forward. A couple dozen blades of extremely golden wheat danced back and forth in the wind, and I admired their golden gleam when I heard the explosion.
I turned back to my left, only this time to turn around and face the house as it blew up.
poliwitch jumped, holding her arms up with long, elegant arms posing as a cat who is frightened, eyes large behind glasses. Darryly changed back into andragon...I didn't see these two events personally, but I saw them as an observer who might have been watching the whole dream. As I looked at the house, I noticed
krylon64 in the window, waving at me like a child in a car waves at strangers. At first he smiled, and I waved back, smiling at him. Just then, the black smoke begged him to back into it, and embraced him. His smile changed to emptiness, and he disappeared in the darkness, and I knew the hallway from House of Leaves had taken him forever from me. I tried to step forward, to go toward the house, but the wheat turned to barley, the skies turned gray, and the explosion left my face melting.
