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I dreamed I was dancing.

and you were there, and you were there! and you!

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I'm sitting in the back of a white Asian sedan with broken airconditioning. The windows are rolled down and my hair keeps getting pulled out the window. It must have been doing this for a while because my scalp hurts. Katie has her feet up on the middle seat of the car and she wakes up slowly, maybe because I'm staring at her. Matt is driving and somehow he knows she's woken up and turns around to look. It doesn't really matter that he isn't looking at the road, because there's no one on it. I recognize it, the road from SoCal to Truckie. I drove here with my parents once, it's straight and flat and hot. I listened to the Eagles the last time, but now we're listening to some anonymous rock station which can barely be heard over the wind.

We pull over to a pitstop with a Wendy's in it. Even though the road was empty the parking lot here is pretty full. Inside the Wendy's are alot of people I know: at the tables, ordering, standing by the windows and smoking. No one talks, but there are the sounds of cooking and eating and smoking and walking and movement and breathing. Some people wave, some people just smile, and some people purposefully avoid eye contact with me. It really depends on who they are.

Katie and Matt are holding hands as they go to order food. Katie looks at me and I know she's asking if I want anything, but I just shake my head no. In the line for food Matt is all over her, as usual and it kinda makes me feel sort of uncomfortable. I feel really alone. Whatever reason I'm here, I've forgotten. I cross my arms over my chest.

The door chimes. Someone's come in, well two people, whose boots (definitely boots) are out of step. I turn around just as Sarah reaches my shoulder. Joe is there too and I hug them both. I realize I must have been waiting for them. Yeah, we were going to meet them. Katie turns around just in time for me to wave good bye. She pokes Matt and he half-heartedly waves good bye too, as do some of the other people I know. Joe tilts his head and I look outside. Oh hey, motorcycles.

And that's it, we leave, and we drive and I'm happy even after I wake up. Or maybe not happy, but somehow at peace.
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This morning I had a dream that my family was in Boston for a lacrosse tournament of my sister's. We were staying a little outside of Boston, where hotels would be cheaper. We were just off the highway, which was surprisingly not busy, and if you looked under the overpass bridge, you could see Boston. (Oddly enough the same view you would have if you came in "the normal way.") The highway and a road going down the hill were perpendicular, while the road that went over the highway made three roads a triangle. It was at the point of this triangle, where the two roads that were not the highway intersected, that my sister's tournament was. There, I met a local boy, whose sister was also competing. We ended up walking away from the tournament together, across the field that was bounded by the highways. Both of us were bored, and wanted to go back to our respective homes. We came to the highway, which I need to cross to get to my hotel. "I live on the south side," he side, in a Bostonian accent. "Oh, that's that way," I said, gesturing towards to overpass. He nodded, and parted ways we did.

Oddly enough, it took me a couple of hours to realize that I had catalogued this under "memories" as opposed to "remembered dreams." Really, the fact that I was in a hotel (and that it was outside of Boston, but there were no suburbs, just open fields and endless roads) should've clued me in.
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The quicker I write down my dreams the better a job I think I do. For instance, I've already forgotten which of these dreams happened first and which happened second. They were both bizarre and a littl disturbing.

Warning: Fears of Abandoment is full of emo and weird magical thought and The City That Never Was is full of Transmetropolitan, which is to say freaky ass drugs, sex, and violence. Transmet is like if Naked Lunch was a comic book with an actual protagonist and he was a journalist and not gay. But the vagina's still had scary teeth.

Fears of AbandonmentCollapse )



The City That Never WasCollapse )

Also, holy shit you guys I'm posting!
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So, I had a dream this morning, and it was just laden with anachronisms. It starts out that I'm living on this dirt road in a hut, I would say from the 1600's. The dream in progressing, and all of the sudden I am spreading news by texting people. Then, I go to a video store. Later, I am in a 1600's cottage, wearing period clothing, and this little boy is, except for having a baseball cap on. Then I am dining in a banquet hall, and the servant, when asked what is for dinner, says that, in compliance with some international dining law, they have a menu (with certain, which I just spelt sertant, items) and he pulls out this menu you would find at any current resturant out from under the plate.
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unrelated to dreams, but a community filled with dreamy people: thedoll_house

thanks.

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MY SUBCONCIOUS HATES ME. <i>Extremely</i> disturbing. Extreme violence and mild sexualityCollapse )

Worst thing is, I kept having flash backs to the dream all fucking day.
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The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
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One of my legs was gone, so I had to lean heavily on a stick as I picked my way through rock scree and falling water. Even though I was gong uphill, my lack of balance was making me go faster and faster not to fall over--hop stick hop stick, up and up until I reached the top of the craig, where there was a pool of water full of mosquito swimmers and hot as the noon sun behind me. I hopped across a bridge of flat rocks, swaying dangerously. There was no time to be afraid of falling into dirty water; in a heartbeat I was on the other side, where the bleached body of an uprooted tree shaded the skullbones of the dead that I had once known. I had the feeling that they had died for the same reason that I had been maimed.

I picked molars out of the yellowed jawbones of children and of the apish skull of what had been my protector. The teeth were thin-enameled and broke apart in my hands, and I put them in my pocket knowing that the mere pressure of cloth and of body would pulverize them. The man said that soon I would be falling apart like that, too, my own teeth breaking like eggs, and then I would die.

Things happened that I can't remember, and then I was looking at myself from the outside. I sat in a wheelchair, corseted together, shaded from the sun by a broad-brimmed hat. The man was pushing me across dry fields to see the place where someone had fallen into a gorge and died there; his body had not yet been moved. I sat on the rim, looking down at the mangled body, for a long time because he had left and I could not push myself. A woman came and held me, her head on my lap, until the sun went down. Someone came and took pictures. I began to believe that they suspected me of having killed the man in the gorge myself, and I screamed that I couldn't have done it; couldn't they see that I was just a cripple now, that I had no way to kill anymore?

They forced us to drink poison to prove our innocence, seven suspects at a table. There was an antidote, but only six doses of it, and I knew that I would be the one who was not allowed to take it.
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There's a new member, and I've turned down some possible members. I wanted to keep this just to people I knew, but people who don't seem too bad are also welcome.

So, this is the mod, saying hello to the new member. Just play nice, everyone.

Other than that I have a massive backlog of nocturnal visions on my other computer. So those of you that have been calling the mod lax, you're ignoring my between computer status.

That's all I need to say.

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