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22 September 2003 @ 02:34 pm
Yet Another Wacky Fun Dream  
I walked through a graveyard. Each gravestone was in a similar format - six names, followed by the word SACRIFICED, and a seventh name. Eventually, I noticed that sometimes the same name was on two different stones - in the early list on one, then after the "SACRIFICED on another, more recent stone. I heard children laughing and ran. It was worse than the howling of wolves could ever be.

I was with some friends, in a parking lot full of cars all facing downhill, to the East. It was late at night, but there were no stars in the cloudless sky. People were milling about, but most of the people were going South, into a building - it looked like an observatory. Something was starting there, I didn't know what. Still don't know. Entertainment for these sheeple, something I feared. My friends and I were staying outside. We were slowly changing, everybody here, becoming what we fantasized ourselves to be. Some were flying around - I knew that they thought of themselves as superheroes, and would be the first to go.

Somebody saw that I was looking at a flyer, and nodded at me. "Sad bastards." She said. "She'll harvest the obvious ones first." We got in her car - an old convertable, it shouldn't have worked, but it Liked Her. It was wedged in by another car that had parked too close - I whispered to a gremlin, and he had others dismantle the car that was in our way, skeletonizing it like a school of pirhannas. She backed her car out, and we drove North, against the current of the mobs of humanity.
Mr. Flibble: Sexycrispengray on September 23rd, 2003 09:48 am (UTC)

Most people can't read in their dreams.

Or so they say.

I, however, have read in dreams. Then again, I've also died in my dreams.

But I'm sure Freud would still be asking you why you want to have sex with your mother, as this dream CLEARLY illustrates that you do, according to his philosophy.
St. Sean the Amusedseanb on September 23rd, 2003 10:35 am (UTC)
Huh. I remember reading in a lot of my dreams. I guess this is yet another feature of my brain wiring.
bayushibayushiboy on September 25th, 2003 04:14 pm (UTC)
sweet dreams are made of thieves...
Ever have a dream where you are reading texts that have not ever been published?? I know that Neil Gaiman approached this in Sandman with Dream's librarian character.
St. Sean the Amused: parkseanb on September 25th, 2003 05:00 pm (UTC)
I can top that - I've had dreams where I've "read" in languages that I don't even know, and may not exist...

Sure, somebody could quibble that I just "acted out" reading while knowledge streamed into my head, but how does that differ from really reading?
bayushibayushiboy on September 25th, 2003 05:01 pm (UTC)
that is cool!