11-10-2011, 12:00 AM
Sent: Date: Sun, 21 Sep 2008 00:10:25 -0700
Before I read what you sent me I better type these out lol
The first dream was me wandering, feeling kind of unseen, in the dream college again. Everything was set and I was going to get something to eat. As I passed through the student lounge, there was a large group of students...ranging from hip hop people to hippies, congregating around the fireplace and talking sitting in groups. The top dude, (listening to black eyed peas on his mps and dressing the part) looked at me and came up to talk. I was feeling awkward....so I sputtered some deep observation and wanted to get to a table to eat in peace. lol. He answered...that’s awesome! and motioned for me to sit on the couch with the peeps. Hip hoppy young guys and girls. hippies, college activists, artists etc. lol. I said something else and he took out a yellow notepad like the one I sometimes write dreams on and added my words to it. >Said he was going to include them, and how great it was. im like ok. the whole time I was looking at the finger son my hand...the ends seemed too smooth, and there were pinpricks that were bleeding a bit but not hurt. He then insisted I do a dance...or audition, do the crunk sung dance like they do...well ok. Try out and be judged. lol
I was still nervous, but I went off. I was dancing, spinning on my fingertips, doing flips, singing, making jokes that were observations, alternating musicals style....dancing and singing and reflecting on reality blah blah in a high energy whirl. Lots of the movement was me on my fingertips spinning and flipping, the ones that were bleeding a bit. When I finished and flipped and bowed, the room was full, and everyone was all Awesome! super! Ws like a singing break-dance wit energy and communication across the room I did. They ranked me a 722 for the one performance....and their top guys would hit 328 for one performance...so in one impromptu I had gotten more then 50% of their top guys score...must be a performance prodigy etc. All the hip hop chics were gushing like fan girls blah blah. So next came a more ordered performance. I did the same thing (my fingers were worn a bit more and bleeding a bit more from the finger spins on carpet) I was left nervous, so I took it farther. I started speaking hip hop about that identity, being more sharp and penetrating in the dance moves and observations. One by one I could see the faces hardening and seeming uncomfortable. The commentary was a conservative perspective > that was uncomfortable for the embodiers to hear. But the general crowds was grooving still. I flipped through the wall, like into a over door. In that space there were cakes unbaked in Christmas tree and wreathe forms. I touched them with my fingers and some became watery dough, others got lumpy. So I stopped and tried to smooth them back, and had limited success...some of them looked gross from what my blood made them...they wouldn’t bake to the planned form exactly. I shrugged my shoulders, did my best and flipped back out the oven/ wall door. It was now dark outside the windows. only 20% of the audience was left. and more then half of them looked unhappy. I had been gone for hours. I finished and asked how did I do? I had lost 11 points for not finishing or disappearing for too long. Whets more the boss guys enthusiasm had turned to guarded wariness. But the fan girls and boys...the hardcore one...were even more wildly enthusiastic. Like they wanted to tear a piece of me off for a souvenir.
I was a bit ticked that they wanted it for realz, but when I didn’t hold back and got a little too realz in went from awesome to wary. As I stepped away from the lounge to continue on my way, resolved not to do a third performance or play with them anymore, three or four of the super hungry fans pounced on me and knocked me to the ground. When I got up, my right hand was broken, fingers popping out at funny angles, the skin smooth like dead leather, numb, with he promise of great pain when it wasn’t. Hand was broken so I said I need someone to call an ambulance, but no one would. Even if they didn’t like me, I was a high scoring part of the group now, no takesy backseys. lol. They looked at me like an animal sniffing a friend who has died. they don’t see it.....no longer exist to them in some way. I kept insisting and finally I turned on one of the hippie fans....you...your keys...which he gave in shock. I took his keys, went outside found his beaten up van, and drove with my better left hand out of the parking Lott. I went on the street a little dazed....it was all million dollar homes on the street I was inching along in the broken down van. I looked for ones where people was home to ask someone to dial the hospital...half of them were dark, still others were foreclosed on. Finally I saw one that looked inhabited with people home, and drove onto the lawn and fell out of the van....crawled up to the door, raised myself to knock on the door. Was no need, the owners came out looking defiant and unyielding. No they would not call, no they would not get involved >
I needed to turn around and get off their lawn, and don’t bleed on the grass. Feeling was coming back to the hand...just a tingle...but it was already hurting allot. As I stood on the walkway, deciding on how to argue or not, their daughters came home. Two of the ones who jumped me and their boyfriend. I turned to those fans and pleaded to call, but they too were nope, sorry, cold and withdrawn. which annoyed me since they broke my hand trying to touch me. now I felt really alone...more then when I walked in to get food, and betrayed. I wasn’t angry, or sad, just frustrated, and I woke.
That was better then attacking my brother! lol
Last nights was different. In this one, we all lived in a house on the main street of a historic street front. the house was a series of ground floor buildings that were connected, hollowed between. We and the pets were there. After some time, a plague came upon the nation. They looked like bees, in a swarm, and if they caught you they stung and you turned to stone and died. >There]>There">http://www.youtube.com/wa...dnhKPw2NXIw>>There[/url] was panic, and warning on TV. I had a hunch, and crawled in the addict, looking for the tops to some lamp bases I saw strewn about. Sure enough, when I found them, they fit on the square bases perfectly. With a turn, they activated. They put out a gravity field that shocked the bees if they were on someone and neutralized them. there were three lamp bases in the three main areas of the house, but only two would work so not a perfect field. My brother ran by with bees on him past the light and they fell off. The world was in panic. The pets that we had outside were gotten by the bees. After a time, I left the house in a lull in the swarms and spread the word at the antique store the use of the lamps that everyone had....to find the glass piece and turn. This must have happened in the 1930's as well >, but for some reason no one remembered and it wasn’t in history. Once I passed the word at the antique store (the lady from one I worked at owned) People found a way to be safe....but they also all were hunkered like turtles around the lamps. I knew there were other secrets, but I hadn’t found them and the lamps were "good enough" to weather the swarm. I worried about foxy and onyx >....my parents said they are gone...I said what! how...and I saw through their eyes. they were in a warehouse building, desperately shaving foxys orange hair off to make her look like a rat or cat. The reason was clear. The time since I had found the lamps was longer then I personally perceived. People were taking out with rifles looking for any meat to eat. Seemed we had enough, but people were coming looking for animals to steal and eat. They were shaving foxy to make her look like something unediable. The papa hunter bought it, but his son didn’t, was looking real close at what was foxy. I guess he got her. thats what my parents didn’t want to talk about. On the other hand, I knew they were ok, even the ones bees got, in t he larger picture.
I had discovered the lamps, and got word out how to set up safety fields. But this had the effect of freezing people a round the lamps in fear, inside, and stuff was still breaking down locally (and I assume nationally) The news said a response center was set up four miles away. No gas. I seemed immune to the bees at this point, so I walked the path found the emergency triage center. the people there seemed bored...set it up and there is no one coming...they checked me over, were friendly but getting inpatient. As I walked home, an earthquake started. First one jolt, then two. then a long rolling wave. the earth shook and shook till the buildings people were in started collapsing forcing the people out. I saw are home fold in on itself. First I was freaked >, everyone was in there. But then I looked deeper and saw my old mom crawling out of the collapsed building with >...dad and > too. all the building that had fields on t hem were collapsed, and all the people crawling out with no where to go. I mentioned the response center...4 miles away. thousands came out and slowly, avoiding bees....began moving to it. I didnt actually see them, I just knew. But I couldn’t pick them pout from the sea of humanity emerging. They were in it....I knew they were ok, but grabbing them and running them to safety wasn’t what i was to do. Instead, i checked on people emerging, scouting their path, making sure they were moving to the first triage center. The four miles must have been longer. It was like an snails exodus. all those people don’t move easy. They would stop at a home with food or shelter, and bunch up, and start robbing each other etc. When that started, a killer emerged, like a horror movie...to scare them and keep them moving. i hid from the killer devil guy with them...it ate human flesh and liked children. it was so horrible >to keep them moving. >and my parents were still in the mass of people moving forward. The earthquake hadn’t killed many, nor had the bees or the killer cannibals. all of it was purposed to keep them moving. Part of it in response to my spreading the knowledge of the forgotten lamps. we were all supposed to move to the triage center, and not pause or stall because it had started. it was time. with hat, and having a good perspective on he migration, > i woke up.
Before I read what you sent me I better type these out lol
The first dream was me wandering, feeling kind of unseen, in the dream college again. Everything was set and I was going to get something to eat. As I passed through the student lounge, there was a large group of students...ranging from hip hop people to hippies, congregating around the fireplace and talking sitting in groups. The top dude, (listening to black eyed peas on his mps and dressing the part) looked at me and came up to talk. I was feeling awkward....so I sputtered some deep observation and wanted to get to a table to eat in peace. lol. He answered...that’s awesome! and motioned for me to sit on the couch with the peeps. Hip hoppy young guys and girls. hippies, college activists, artists etc. lol. I said something else and he took out a yellow notepad like the one I sometimes write dreams on and added my words to it. >Said he was going to include them, and how great it was. im like ok. the whole time I was looking at the finger son my hand...the ends seemed too smooth, and there were pinpricks that were bleeding a bit but not hurt. He then insisted I do a dance...or audition, do the crunk sung dance like they do...well ok. Try out and be judged. lol
I was still nervous, but I went off. I was dancing, spinning on my fingertips, doing flips, singing, making jokes that were observations, alternating musicals style....dancing and singing and reflecting on reality blah blah in a high energy whirl. Lots of the movement was me on my fingertips spinning and flipping, the ones that were bleeding a bit. When I finished and flipped and bowed, the room was full, and everyone was all Awesome! super! Ws like a singing break-dance wit energy and communication across the room I did. They ranked me a 722 for the one performance....and their top guys would hit 328 for one performance...so in one impromptu I had gotten more then 50% of their top guys score...must be a performance prodigy etc. All the hip hop chics were gushing like fan girls blah blah. So next came a more ordered performance. I did the same thing (my fingers were worn a bit more and bleeding a bit more from the finger spins on carpet) I was left nervous, so I took it farther. I started speaking hip hop about that identity, being more sharp and penetrating in the dance moves and observations. One by one I could see the faces hardening and seeming uncomfortable. The commentary was a conservative perspective > that was uncomfortable for the embodiers to hear. But the general crowds was grooving still. I flipped through the wall, like into a over door. In that space there were cakes unbaked in Christmas tree and wreathe forms. I touched them with my fingers and some became watery dough, others got lumpy. So I stopped and tried to smooth them back, and had limited success...some of them looked gross from what my blood made them...they wouldn’t bake to the planned form exactly. I shrugged my shoulders, did my best and flipped back out the oven/ wall door. It was now dark outside the windows. only 20% of the audience was left. and more then half of them looked unhappy. I had been gone for hours. I finished and asked how did I do? I had lost 11 points for not finishing or disappearing for too long. Whets more the boss guys enthusiasm had turned to guarded wariness. But the fan girls and boys...the hardcore one...were even more wildly enthusiastic. Like they wanted to tear a piece of me off for a souvenir.
I was a bit ticked that they wanted it for realz, but when I didn’t hold back and got a little too realz in went from awesome to wary. As I stepped away from the lounge to continue on my way, resolved not to do a third performance or play with them anymore, three or four of the super hungry fans pounced on me and knocked me to the ground. When I got up, my right hand was broken, fingers popping out at funny angles, the skin smooth like dead leather, numb, with he promise of great pain when it wasn’t. Hand was broken so I said I need someone to call an ambulance, but no one would. Even if they didn’t like me, I was a high scoring part of the group now, no takesy backseys. lol. They looked at me like an animal sniffing a friend who has died. they don’t see it.....no longer exist to them in some way. I kept insisting and finally I turned on one of the hippie fans....you...your keys...which he gave in shock. I took his keys, went outside found his beaten up van, and drove with my better left hand out of the parking Lott. I went on the street a little dazed....it was all million dollar homes on the street I was inching along in the broken down van. I looked for ones where people was home to ask someone to dial the hospital...half of them were dark, still others were foreclosed on. Finally I saw one that looked inhabited with people home, and drove onto the lawn and fell out of the van....crawled up to the door, raised myself to knock on the door. Was no need, the owners came out looking defiant and unyielding. No they would not call, no they would not get involved >
I needed to turn around and get off their lawn, and don’t bleed on the grass. Feeling was coming back to the hand...just a tingle...but it was already hurting allot. As I stood on the walkway, deciding on how to argue or not, their daughters came home. Two of the ones who jumped me and their boyfriend. I turned to those fans and pleaded to call, but they too were nope, sorry, cold and withdrawn. which annoyed me since they broke my hand trying to touch me. now I felt really alone...more then when I walked in to get food, and betrayed. I wasn’t angry, or sad, just frustrated, and I woke.
That was better then attacking my brother! lol
Last nights was different. In this one, we all lived in a house on the main street of a historic street front. the house was a series of ground floor buildings that were connected, hollowed between. We and the pets were there. After some time, a plague came upon the nation. They looked like bees, in a swarm, and if they caught you they stung and you turned to stone and died. >There]>There">http://www.youtube.com/wa...dnhKPw2NXIw>>There[/url] was panic, and warning on TV. I had a hunch, and crawled in the addict, looking for the tops to some lamp bases I saw strewn about. Sure enough, when I found them, they fit on the square bases perfectly. With a turn, they activated. They put out a gravity field that shocked the bees if they were on someone and neutralized them. there were three lamp bases in the three main areas of the house, but only two would work so not a perfect field. My brother ran by with bees on him past the light and they fell off. The world was in panic. The pets that we had outside were gotten by the bees. After a time, I left the house in a lull in the swarms and spread the word at the antique store the use of the lamps that everyone had....to find the glass piece and turn. This must have happened in the 1930's as well >, but for some reason no one remembered and it wasn’t in history. Once I passed the word at the antique store (the lady from one I worked at owned) People found a way to be safe....but they also all were hunkered like turtles around the lamps. I knew there were other secrets, but I hadn’t found them and the lamps were "good enough" to weather the swarm. I worried about foxy and onyx >....my parents said they are gone...I said what! how...and I saw through their eyes. they were in a warehouse building, desperately shaving foxys orange hair off to make her look like a rat or cat. The reason was clear. The time since I had found the lamps was longer then I personally perceived. People were taking out with rifles looking for any meat to eat. Seemed we had enough, but people were coming looking for animals to steal and eat. They were shaving foxy to make her look like something unediable. The papa hunter bought it, but his son didn’t, was looking real close at what was foxy. I guess he got her. thats what my parents didn’t want to talk about. On the other hand, I knew they were ok, even the ones bees got, in t he larger picture.
I had discovered the lamps, and got word out how to set up safety fields. But this had the effect of freezing people a round the lamps in fear, inside, and stuff was still breaking down locally (and I assume nationally) The news said a response center was set up four miles away. No gas. I seemed immune to the bees at this point, so I walked the path found the emergency triage center. the people there seemed bored...set it up and there is no one coming...they checked me over, were friendly but getting inpatient. As I walked home, an earthquake started. First one jolt, then two. then a long rolling wave. the earth shook and shook till the buildings people were in started collapsing forcing the people out. I saw are home fold in on itself. First I was freaked >, everyone was in there. But then I looked deeper and saw my old mom crawling out of the collapsed building with >...dad and > too. all the building that had fields on t hem were collapsed, and all the people crawling out with no where to go. I mentioned the response center...4 miles away. thousands came out and slowly, avoiding bees....began moving to it. I didnt actually see them, I just knew. But I couldn’t pick them pout from the sea of humanity emerging. They were in it....I knew they were ok, but grabbing them and running them to safety wasn’t what i was to do. Instead, i checked on people emerging, scouting their path, making sure they were moving to the first triage center. The four miles must have been longer. It was like an snails exodus. all those people don’t move easy. They would stop at a home with food or shelter, and bunch up, and start robbing each other etc. When that started, a killer emerged, like a horror movie...to scare them and keep them moving. i hid from the killer devil guy with them...it ate human flesh and liked children. it was so horrible >to keep them moving. >and my parents were still in the mass of people moving forward. The earthquake hadn’t killed many, nor had the bees or the killer cannibals. all of it was purposed to keep them moving. Part of it in response to my spreading the knowledge of the forgotten lamps. we were all supposed to move to the triage center, and not pause or stall because it had started. it was time. with hat, and having a good perspective on he migration, > i woke up.