#676
Long strange dream.
Was at an amusement park, katie was a waitress and the place was closed but she wanted to get something out of it. So we went around back and she was looking back and forth like it was against the law or something then unlocked the door and went in. It went down to the cellar and there were sheets of white stuff all over, like dust kind of, and spiderwebs so thick everywhere that it was white. We walked through and I felt something weird in my lungs and my mind started to go weird, like shifting into dissociative mode but different. We had just gotten to the stairs up from the cellar to the house itself but we froze there. I noticed that Katie also froze and that Jessica was there also frozen….and someone else. Her name was Kat I found out, we talked and thought at each other. It was odd because we weren’t actually talking, but thinking and we were hearing one another. It struck me as strange too that Kat wasn’t always there, sometimes she was standing there frozen mid-motion like we were, sometimes she was just gone. Something eventually clicked and I found out that she was a ghost or something and she was controlling us and wanted something from us, but I didn’t know what. Not to eat us or anything. So I slowled managed to force my body to move towards the cellar door out and it was really really hard. When I got close, someone broke the door in and grabbed me and pulled me out and IW as okay again. Then I grabbed a rope which was already in a lasso type thing and I threw it and dragged Katie out, then Jessica too.
Then we went to library and talked about books and each other, Jessica and I held hands, was very romantic. Somehow the idea of having a canvas then painting something and it becoming real came up and it reminded me of a book. I couldn’t remember the name of it and I started going through all the books I remembered and I kept coming back to Redwall, the fantasy books for kids about mice and other animals. Essentially it’s like a real fantasy book but with badgers and mice and rats substituted, lol. But I knew it wasn’t that and I was like, AHH.
Then we took a plane with Jessica as a stewardess. When I walked on I bowed deep and kissed her hand with a wink which got an eyeroll and a swat on my backside when I walked past. Then we got out to whereever we were going, she had a lot of bags, like plastic grocery bags and she tried to bring them in but I smacked her hands and picked her up and set her in her recliner and kissed her. Then I brought them all in for her.
Kind of a weird dream and I’m leaving out tons of details, but bleh. I really don’t feel like writing them out so there.
I found a super interesting girl on a dating site and I shipped her a message and wrote her a poem because she REALLY intrigued me and because she kept making rhyme and poetry references in her description of herself, I wrote her a poem as well referencing a bunch of the things in her profile description (hitchhikers guide, pinky and the brain, spicy food) :
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Because you’re weird and appreciate alliteration and rhyme, I shall compose a poem meant to totally seduce your intellectual naughty-bits:
Now wait, DON’T PANIC (in bright red font!),
This device is insanely simple to operate.
And despite some glaring (only occasionally fatal!)
Inaccuracies, will serve you faithfully
A modern-day pinky, insatiable enfant,
Ready to take over the world, (or at least go on a date!)
With you and make googley eyes across the table
And chat about secrets (over something spicy!)
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That’s the best I can do in a few minutes, haha. Anyway, I’m definitely intrigued by you, you very much seem like my sort of person, a friend if not someone I could date. We should go out sometime. Ingest some calories. Play some chess. Jump off some things. Read surreal little stories to each other. Run around in a thunderstorm. You know, the typical.
Or we could just talk here if you really want to be daring. *googley eyes*
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So yeah, probably won’t be responded to as that’s the status quo. I NEVER get replied to, haha. But I had fun enough writing that out and now my day is going quite nicely. ^____^
I’ve been thinking about a few things, some bits about race which I’m not terribly inclined to write out. That whole bit has gotten to be quite dull to me. Some bits about symbols and how words are symbols and that when we start to think in the symbols and move through the symbols we become trained into those symbols. The way we talk and the way we grow accustomed to talking really defines us in a huge way. I wonder how much language enslaves us and trains our thought into predictable patterns instead of the raw dreamstuff that our ideas come from. Similarly logic, logic trains our minds to think in certain ways too instead of flouting what ‘can’t be real.’ But there’re tons of things that could be real but we don’t see or realize could be because we aren’t willing to buck the system and try to find a way to FORCE IT to happen. Even if it’s just bending our own minds and our senses of reality, we can do so much, we can make the unreal real and we can live anything. It might not be objectively true, but hell, you can’t have it all.
And yes, I know I’m usually mr-objective-reality. You don’t need to harass me about that! Goodness! I don’t know where I lay on that particular topic again because I’m ever-so-wishy-washy about what’s most important. Subjective reality is incredibly important and if we all tore our subjectives into something positive for us we could help change the world and thus objective. Or the other way around….and if we do it objectively the evil subjectives could be more easily torn down and controlled so…hm. Maybe. It’s all speculative unfortunately. I wish I had a community of people to manipulate mouse-style. Then one could have answers! So yeah, you don’t need to heckle me about being subjective today.
You do need to send me innuendos though. Do it. DO IT. GIVE IT TO ME TECHNICALLY SEXY, THE BEST KIND OF SEXY!
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