![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Oct. 28th, 2004 05:24 pmso. i'm thinking about getting a land line, so i can get dsl, because we can't really afford a cable modem, and the school does a dsl thing for $15 a month. which, y'know, doesn't seem too bad. phones gonna be $30, though, probably, so it's really dsl for $45. which is better than the $90 or so that cable modem (and cable) would cost. i just really miss reading my email every day, and communicating with people.
mgg and i are going to go look at dia de los muertos altars at the school museum in about a half hour, which is nice.
i'm tired. work is progressing.
i'm having vivid, occasionally lucid dreams, which i can remember for a little while when i wake up.
i had one of my weird recurring Desperation, TX dreams. the ones where it's kinda a suburb of hell, and after some things happen, there is a weird storm, the night passes in a very short time, i go outside, some vegetation is pulled underground, the way gophers do, but a human skull then rises into the recently opened hole, cracks full of red light start to open in the streets, the populace, who all seem kinda cheerful, start coming out into the street, all carrying makeshift weapons, i ask what's going on, someone, usually a police officer or sheriff i met the night before, tells me they've got a nigger and are going to lynch 'im, i realize i'm having that dream again, i know the only way out is to find a makeshift weapon of my own, merge with the crowd, and right when we get to the bleachers near the hangin' tree, run like hell over to the wooden wall and go through the door. it's odd, but the "nigger" is white. well, last time at least. oh, the town is called desperation. and it's not always in texas. but usually midwest or southwest. it's dry. and in the most recent version, it was a company town, everyone worked either in the factory for Ecolab, who make cleaning solutions and stuff, or was involved in the bestiality porn industry.
it's very odd how... see, about when the skull comes up, it clicks that it's the dream again, and then, well, whatever, it's a dream, it's heavily scripted, right up until i get through the door in the wall near the bleachers and the dead salt lake. so nothing matters, i just have to finish that part. (it's a 30 foot tall wooden fence, i guess, more than a wall, and it might surround the town on that border, and nobody from desperation can get through the door, so it's the end of that part, always. but after it, it's a lucid dream, and interesting things can happen. on the other side of the door. )
i'm not really sure i've had the dream before. i woke up, and it seems like i've been having that section of the dream every now and then, for years, but i'm honestly not sure i remembered it ever before. does that make sense?
okay, i should go.
mgg and i are going to go look at dia de los muertos altars at the school museum in about a half hour, which is nice.
i'm tired. work is progressing.
i'm having vivid, occasionally lucid dreams, which i can remember for a little while when i wake up.
i had one of my weird recurring Desperation, TX dreams. the ones where it's kinda a suburb of hell, and after some things happen, there is a weird storm, the night passes in a very short time, i go outside, some vegetation is pulled underground, the way gophers do, but a human skull then rises into the recently opened hole, cracks full of red light start to open in the streets, the populace, who all seem kinda cheerful, start coming out into the street, all carrying makeshift weapons, i ask what's going on, someone, usually a police officer or sheriff i met the night before, tells me they've got a nigger and are going to lynch 'im, i realize i'm having that dream again, i know the only way out is to find a makeshift weapon of my own, merge with the crowd, and right when we get to the bleachers near the hangin' tree, run like hell over to the wooden wall and go through the door. it's odd, but the "nigger" is white. well, last time at least. oh, the town is called desperation. and it's not always in texas. but usually midwest or southwest. it's dry. and in the most recent version, it was a company town, everyone worked either in the factory for Ecolab, who make cleaning solutions and stuff, or was involved in the bestiality porn industry.
it's very odd how... see, about when the skull comes up, it clicks that it's the dream again, and then, well, whatever, it's a dream, it's heavily scripted, right up until i get through the door in the wall near the bleachers and the dead salt lake. so nothing matters, i just have to finish that part. (it's a 30 foot tall wooden fence, i guess, more than a wall, and it might surround the town on that border, and nobody from desperation can get through the door, so it's the end of that part, always. but after it, it's a lucid dream, and interesting things can happen. on the other side of the door. )
i'm not really sure i've had the dream before. i woke up, and it seems like i've been having that section of the dream every now and then, for years, but i'm honestly not sure i remembered it ever before. does that make sense?
okay, i should go.
