dream scapes
traffic on the highway, people swerving and throwing frisbees. i couldn’t understand why until i saw a large jack russell terrior bounding over the treetops, yes, treetops. it was a LARGE dog, and hyper. people were distracting it so they could get by. i had a daecon in the car with me, we were trying to get to a filming locations, the only one in atlanta, so he could talk to the director about a job running the electronics. but when we got there it wasn’t daecon anymore. i’m not sure who it was. at first they thought we were trying to get an acting job and treated us with disdain. when the director, obviously a flamer, found out what it was we really wanted, we were ushered off to the “techies” and the not-daecon-male then promptly dissapeared and i was alone with a lecherous joss whedon type. eh?
then, segway, i don’t remember exactly what was going on, but it involved a loved one getting turned into an icicle and buried alive. i was crying and trying to stop it. suddenly i remembered that i was in a dream. i’m in a dream… i have control. the tragedy is gone, the loved one is safe. i levitate off the ground and the wind from no where blows back my hair. you who have tried to inflict pain upon my person shall pay for your transgressions. fireball of DOOM!!!
***and several nights ago***
i am my new character at AIT. no more pretend, we are the real thing. we’re in an underground building with natural rock and stone giving it an cavernous feeling. gas lights illuminate the interior. there is an argument going on about what to do for some inconsequential thing. i am at the top of the stairs and i don’t walk down, i glide. i glide several inches above the ground. everyone stares. things have faded to the back as dreams do, but i remember levatating higher and higher until i float above everyone. i bare my fangs at displeasure of the company and they leave…