02-09-2013, 12:01 AM
1/15-16/13
The Big Story
1. I come to recall, in a bit of a predicament. I have been taken to a shop, and the shop sells clothes, food, games. I am paying for what I need, and I do not have the funds to do so. A friend took me to the shop, I was with several people. My card wont run, and I try several variations, and manually input my account information. It simply will not accept it...I am broke, or broken, it seems. I am literally paying for life. The shop keeper, and his son, are like gods in some way, and they are quite angry. He calls me lido, what kind of name is that, something about gambling ive been doing now ive ran the account down... So we speak, and the speaking forms a dream, the dream is the cost to be payed.
2. A great field, like a planned futuristic city, the central park. I am walking, with friends and acquaintances. Still, nobody really knows me, just what I wear, and this is as its supposed to be I think. It s some sort of national holiday, remembrance day they call it, but it is like the fourth of July, or any national celebration of birth/founding, not specific to any particular nation as we know it. I check on groups, and smile and chat, then move to another, like a politician, in some way, making the rounds, or an elderly patriarch is more accurate. I am the least of those assembled, by one reckoning, but also, I am one of the first 100. I am one of the 100 aspects of self, myself, in 100 different forms. I am the only of the hundred here, so therefore I am one, but it is hard to explain.
3. Artists are screening a film, its projected into the air on suspended water vapor, to create a three dimensional effect in the sky. There are many women here in small triads/groupings. I sit with some, or rather, I sit, and many linked groups follow and sit to watch. My feet are not covered. We watch a film about the birth of this place, this world. It is like a story, of beings, and the tonal link would be the first colonists on mars. And now it is a thousand years latter, the planet has been terraformed. Part of remembrance day was the story of that challenge, and the memories and songs of distant, and forgotten, lost earth. This world was a branch of that world, like a cutting taken root in another pot. It was quite artistic, the film, it was energy. As I watch, I look to my feet. They have disintegrated, the souls. There is a pile of powder...i call it cheese, around my feet, and I try and hide it, before somebody sees, No one seems to get the significance of my feet of powder, but some guy and girl see, and they say “all those who sat next to him, I hope they like foot cheese” and I turn red. Because now the others notice and start moving away.
4. One lady sees my shade of red, and takes my hand, and leads me to a small office space. She says she gets her feet decoratively done here. Somehow, they attach a small plastic, shaped like a sandle...like jellies, onto my foot to protect it. It has lights like veins, blue light, led type quality. It is such a thing to see! I can jump 30 feet in them...and when I look, I can see all my bones and flesh, how things work inside, like through a window. I can still ear shoes too. It didn’t cost much, why did I never do this? Not something id thing off...i just scrape of the powder when I shed. This is way less messy. Thanks...i love my crystal jelly lighting up feet things.
5. I was putting on a small face...i had been here since before most of these peoples great grandparents were born. I was one of the first hundred. ( ) was one too, but as one of the hundred fragments. Was strange. I was like iron man inside, but my suite was my body. But it was a secret didn’t matter anyway. I think...i was a janitor or something as far as anyone else knew. I have been walking, visiting cities, in the weeks after the celebration. Hitch hiking even. I found somewhere strange... like a mountain of instantly frozen lava. On it was a great greenhouse. I went in...the plants were strange, very strange. It was the lair of the “villain” of this world. He was a man made of plants. He was also one of the first 100, who left the crystal dome on the day of the first sun. So we greeted each other as such. I told him about the man and the women laughing at me for my feet, and how because of that I let my souls be capped with stylish jelly crystal bottoms. He said...yea...look at me, I’m made of living ivy and have allowed myself to be cast as some sort of villain because of those people. He asks, wistfully, wasn’t it better when it was only us, the 100 in one...I say...yes...grudgingly. He always had that opinion, that’s why hes the villain and im the hero. Lol. He wants it just to be one/100 and nice friendly plants. That’s our difference. He was silly.
6. Back tot he main city. Somebody who I know is ( ) come and gets me. I am sitting in the park at night, maybe sleeping in it. He is excited, I need to come quick. ( ) was on a committee writing a constitution bill or rights. Not a national one...no, its for being alive...being...I am. Generations have come and gone, with no progress on this, what is the meaning of it? But he says he and the other current sitting members had a breakthrough, and I walk besides him. I ask :finally, did something I write...something I dreamed...something, did someone understand? He said well yes...err no. No your notes are as confusing and impenetrable as ever...sorry. I laughed but was a little sad...but then he says “but that’s not the point. We were discussing them, and from that we had an idea! Come read it. I read. It three short sentences. Its good. In all of time, no one had ever figured it out written that much...i feel relief. Partly because im the siting chairman of this great committee, the permanent member, and I don’t have a clue. Progress is progress!
7. Several people who I new to be people from Rf...i think, if I recall correctly, one was ( ), came and got me to investigate something eerie. It was like a swamp of acidic, boggy water, peat flowers, very dark and foreboding. We waded out into the bog. I could see, in the peat, bog mummies with petrified flower garlands. But that’s wasn’t the focus, there were animals, floating, alive, suspended din the bog water. The first was a very Egyptian looking cat...i said lets help him, poor thing. They said...no...its energy feels weird, don’t get close. They went to a large horse or cow, suspended in the water. But I thought fine well I needed to help the cat too...but...it looked at me strange...and it was so sudden, the head grew and two huge fangs went into my arm, and it pulled me under. This was lightening fast. Like the speed a frog eats a fly. I briefly saw, in the murky water, it was no cat. It was a women, dead, pale, green hair, like a drowned person, greenish tinge, and kinda pissed off. Then I woke. I was like...flip what the zip? That sort of thing never happens to me I get out of it...i didn’t die, I got pulled awake by it. I laughed, now I know what a fly feels like when the frog eats him, so I guess I had recall now and notes to take...otherwise I wouldn’t, I could tell by my body. See, ive been so...Emo, like *** dreaming, who cares, dreaming awake things like that, that I had been refusing. Its what the man at the start was mad about, and now this spirit...i want earning my pay? But it wasn’t about writing here, I mean I never used to write these, but i always recalled and considered. So...hmm.
8. Summary. Dream maybe I shouldn’t say because i cant explain well. About my father, and graves for pets. All the pets, when they die, I dig the graves, and I don’t like it. But I do it. Now, a woman comes saying something my father wronged her, and to prove it she has me dig up a grave and look at a dogs bones. But its a child’s bones, and small child’s. Somehow this is related to the dream with my father the age of these bones and the small wolf. So, she says he did this, but its really not saying he killed a child...its....metaphoric. So she wants her just revenge on him. That hes dead doesn’t matter. So I let her scream at his ashes, and he hears, but only to the point he earned. She wants to defile his corporeal remains, and I wont let her go that far, shes only entitled to have her say, not some sick vengeance. She died recently. She says I have a half brother by her, 2 years older then me. Hes dead now too though, suicide. She was a witch. I’ve seen her before many times, for awhile she wanted to harm me, because shes angry witch. But then she left me alone, because I listened, I thought she was better, but I guess shes in the angry dead phase.
9. Latter in dreaming. I’m in an SUV with my sister. But its not my sister i know its ( ). We are driving in new Mexico? Like to an Indian town, somewhere on a reservation. Shes kinda crabby. Well, we get to town, everything’s closed. No where to eat, not even use the bathroom. This is why my sisters mad, its not hospitable to dream travelers. And no one will let her use the bathroom. We stop at like a boarded strip mall, there are piles of old newspapers around. She says she is going to **** right there, they don’t have any place open to use. I say fine...do it, ill stand guard. I think the police would love to arrest us, but I am not scared of it, I kinda want them to say something. No one does. She does her business in a pile of newspapers around the corner. An old Indian women comes pushing a little metal cart thing on wheels, like old people use sometimes...she says something about it...i say you could have opened you home too, but you would not. Now you get turds in your nest. PISAC! Strangest thing, the man from the first dream, write after I went to sleep, finishes dreaming by saying “there, that ran and smiling hes nice again. HE had called me liddo, the song, it started actually playing, and I left the store, and I walked out the door and into my body and sat scribbled a few more notes and got up.
The Big Story
1. I come to recall, in a bit of a predicament. I have been taken to a shop, and the shop sells clothes, food, games. I am paying for what I need, and I do not have the funds to do so. A friend took me to the shop, I was with several people. My card wont run, and I try several variations, and manually input my account information. It simply will not accept it...I am broke, or broken, it seems. I am literally paying for life. The shop keeper, and his son, are like gods in some way, and they are quite angry. He calls me lido, what kind of name is that, something about gambling ive been doing now ive ran the account down... So we speak, and the speaking forms a dream, the dream is the cost to be payed.
2. A great field, like a planned futuristic city, the central park. I am walking, with friends and acquaintances. Still, nobody really knows me, just what I wear, and this is as its supposed to be I think. It s some sort of national holiday, remembrance day they call it, but it is like the fourth of July, or any national celebration of birth/founding, not specific to any particular nation as we know it. I check on groups, and smile and chat, then move to another, like a politician, in some way, making the rounds, or an elderly patriarch is more accurate. I am the least of those assembled, by one reckoning, but also, I am one of the first 100. I am one of the 100 aspects of self, myself, in 100 different forms. I am the only of the hundred here, so therefore I am one, but it is hard to explain.
3. Artists are screening a film, its projected into the air on suspended water vapor, to create a three dimensional effect in the sky. There are many women here in small triads/groupings. I sit with some, or rather, I sit, and many linked groups follow and sit to watch. My feet are not covered. We watch a film about the birth of this place, this world. It is like a story, of beings, and the tonal link would be the first colonists on mars. And now it is a thousand years latter, the planet has been terraformed. Part of remembrance day was the story of that challenge, and the memories and songs of distant, and forgotten, lost earth. This world was a branch of that world, like a cutting taken root in another pot. It was quite artistic, the film, it was energy. As I watch, I look to my feet. They have disintegrated, the souls. There is a pile of powder...i call it cheese, around my feet, and I try and hide it, before somebody sees, No one seems to get the significance of my feet of powder, but some guy and girl see, and they say “all those who sat next to him, I hope they like foot cheese” and I turn red. Because now the others notice and start moving away.
4. One lady sees my shade of red, and takes my hand, and leads me to a small office space. She says she gets her feet decoratively done here. Somehow, they attach a small plastic, shaped like a sandle...like jellies, onto my foot to protect it. It has lights like veins, blue light, led type quality. It is such a thing to see! I can jump 30 feet in them...and when I look, I can see all my bones and flesh, how things work inside, like through a window. I can still ear shoes too. It didn’t cost much, why did I never do this? Not something id thing off...i just scrape of the powder when I shed. This is way less messy. Thanks...i love my crystal jelly lighting up feet things.
5. I was putting on a small face...i had been here since before most of these peoples great grandparents were born. I was one of the first hundred. ( ) was one too, but as one of the hundred fragments. Was strange. I was like iron man inside, but my suite was my body. But it was a secret didn’t matter anyway. I think...i was a janitor or something as far as anyone else knew. I have been walking, visiting cities, in the weeks after the celebration. Hitch hiking even. I found somewhere strange... like a mountain of instantly frozen lava. On it was a great greenhouse. I went in...the plants were strange, very strange. It was the lair of the “villain” of this world. He was a man made of plants. He was also one of the first 100, who left the crystal dome on the day of the first sun. So we greeted each other as such. I told him about the man and the women laughing at me for my feet, and how because of that I let my souls be capped with stylish jelly crystal bottoms. He said...yea...look at me, I’m made of living ivy and have allowed myself to be cast as some sort of villain because of those people. He asks, wistfully, wasn’t it better when it was only us, the 100 in one...I say...yes...grudgingly. He always had that opinion, that’s why hes the villain and im the hero. Lol. He wants it just to be one/100 and nice friendly plants. That’s our difference. He was silly.
6. Back tot he main city. Somebody who I know is ( ) come and gets me. I am sitting in the park at night, maybe sleeping in it. He is excited, I need to come quick. ( ) was on a committee writing a constitution bill or rights. Not a national one...no, its for being alive...being...I am. Generations have come and gone, with no progress on this, what is the meaning of it? But he says he and the other current sitting members had a breakthrough, and I walk besides him. I ask :finally, did something I write...something I dreamed...something, did someone understand? He said well yes...err no. No your notes are as confusing and impenetrable as ever...sorry. I laughed but was a little sad...but then he says “but that’s not the point. We were discussing them, and from that we had an idea! Come read it. I read. It three short sentences. Its good. In all of time, no one had ever figured it out written that much...i feel relief. Partly because im the siting chairman of this great committee, the permanent member, and I don’t have a clue. Progress is progress!
7. Several people who I new to be people from Rf...i think, if I recall correctly, one was ( ), came and got me to investigate something eerie. It was like a swamp of acidic, boggy water, peat flowers, very dark and foreboding. We waded out into the bog. I could see, in the peat, bog mummies with petrified flower garlands. But that’s wasn’t the focus, there were animals, floating, alive, suspended din the bog water. The first was a very Egyptian looking cat...i said lets help him, poor thing. They said...no...its energy feels weird, don’t get close. They went to a large horse or cow, suspended in the water. But I thought fine well I needed to help the cat too...but...it looked at me strange...and it was so sudden, the head grew and two huge fangs went into my arm, and it pulled me under. This was lightening fast. Like the speed a frog eats a fly. I briefly saw, in the murky water, it was no cat. It was a women, dead, pale, green hair, like a drowned person, greenish tinge, and kinda pissed off. Then I woke. I was like...flip what the zip? That sort of thing never happens to me I get out of it...i didn’t die, I got pulled awake by it. I laughed, now I know what a fly feels like when the frog eats him, so I guess I had recall now and notes to take...otherwise I wouldn’t, I could tell by my body. See, ive been so...Emo, like *** dreaming, who cares, dreaming awake things like that, that I had been refusing. Its what the man at the start was mad about, and now this spirit...i want earning my pay? But it wasn’t about writing here, I mean I never used to write these, but i always recalled and considered. So...hmm.
8. Summary. Dream maybe I shouldn’t say because i cant explain well. About my father, and graves for pets. All the pets, when they die, I dig the graves, and I don’t like it. But I do it. Now, a woman comes saying something my father wronged her, and to prove it she has me dig up a grave and look at a dogs bones. But its a child’s bones, and small child’s. Somehow this is related to the dream with my father the age of these bones and the small wolf. So, she says he did this, but its really not saying he killed a child...its....metaphoric. So she wants her just revenge on him. That hes dead doesn’t matter. So I let her scream at his ashes, and he hears, but only to the point he earned. She wants to defile his corporeal remains, and I wont let her go that far, shes only entitled to have her say, not some sick vengeance. She died recently. She says I have a half brother by her, 2 years older then me. Hes dead now too though, suicide. She was a witch. I’ve seen her before many times, for awhile she wanted to harm me, because shes angry witch. But then she left me alone, because I listened, I thought she was better, but I guess shes in the angry dead phase.
9. Latter in dreaming. I’m in an SUV with my sister. But its not my sister i know its ( ). We are driving in new Mexico? Like to an Indian town, somewhere on a reservation. Shes kinda crabby. Well, we get to town, everything’s closed. No where to eat, not even use the bathroom. This is why my sisters mad, its not hospitable to dream travelers. And no one will let her use the bathroom. We stop at like a boarded strip mall, there are piles of old newspapers around. She says she is going to **** right there, they don’t have any place open to use. I say fine...do it, ill stand guard. I think the police would love to arrest us, but I am not scared of it, I kinda want them to say something. No one does. She does her business in a pile of newspapers around the corner. An old Indian women comes pushing a little metal cart thing on wheels, like old people use sometimes...she says something about it...i say you could have opened you home too, but you would not. Now you get turds in your nest. PISAC! Strangest thing, the man from the first dream, write after I went to sleep, finishes dreaming by saying “there, that ran and smiling hes nice again. HE had called me liddo, the song, it started actually playing, and I left the store, and I walked out the door and into my body and sat scribbled a few more notes and got up.