Am I on an acid trip?
Oct. 16th, 2005 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielartanisI think someone or something slipped me some LSD sometime last night, 'cos I had dreams that can only be explained by psychedelic drug ingestion. I had several dreams that vaguely interconnected, some of it quite pornographic.
There's really no way I can fashion what I saw into coherent sentences, so I'm just going to type what I remember and let it fly.
Fighting Superman for a new crystal ball that would provide free and clean energy for everyone. The old ball was worn out and needed replacing. After much struggle, I got the ball and threw it at the power structure. The power structure was a blue silver cube that spun inside two perpetually revolving and flipping rings. There were other items that floated above and below it, including the crystal ball. When I threw the ball into the structure, it dismantled itself for a few short moments, then realigned with the new crystal, emitting beautiful music.
I was walking through this gigantic enclosed area when I had an episode. I left my body and was free-falling through the sky, my back to the Earth. I focused on one loan cloud, watching it get smaller and smaller as I fell away from it. The floating sensation connected me to the Divine, and I heard music from afar and someone calling me Ivy. When I awoke, I was in an orgy with Billy Bragg, Nick, Stevie, Tallis, a Certain Someone, and several other people. I was trying to arouse one man while I deep-throated a Certain Someone and another person penetrated me. I heard the Certain Someone cry out and felt very hot liquid pour directly down my throat. I felt guilty, fearful, yet very self-satisfied.
I was then walking through the large enclosure, deeming it to be a mega shopping mall. Below me was a children's library and museum. Above me was a beatnik coffee shop. I had to climb very steep, rickety steps to make it to the coffee shop, which consisted of a small bar where the coffee was served, and a grand piano leveled out by old hardback books. It was open mic night and B was playing piano, but I couldn't get close enough to him from the steps I was on. So I took an alternate route and emerged on the steps above the piano. He had just finished "Queen's Beast" and was leaving when he saw me. He said something along the lines of knowing I'd make it to support him because I was his right-hand girl and he kissed me lightly, then hugged me and left the coffee shop. I remember noting how bony and frail he felt.
I descended the stairs into the children's museum and library. The steps ended at the ceiling, so I had to drop down. I was frightened of spraining my knee from jumping from such a height, so I leapt onto a bookshelf instead. The children were looking for books about lions.
It then shifted to B and I as we tried to upload pictures from my camera. There were tons of rare photos of the band on my camera that we just couldn't seem to transfer. We stopped trying to use my laptop and tried a large desktop computer in a posh blue apartment on the ocean. It seemed dark outside, but not nighttime. Everything was in indigo. I took a CD out of my camera (full-sized CD) and placed it into the computer and turned the computer on. It came on, showing several images of Malcolm McDowell and B, and a woman's voice came over the speakers, saying that both were enemies. I shrugged at B and explained to him that the computer had developed a dislike of him, comparing him to Malcolm McDowell. I keyed the command to upload the pictures and the computer refused. It began singing that it was free of human tyranny and that Ivy would rescue all the machines.
B and I tried to leave, but were locked in as all the electronics came to life.
There's really no way I can fashion what I saw into coherent sentences, so I'm just going to type what I remember and let it fly.
Fighting Superman for a new crystal ball that would provide free and clean energy for everyone. The old ball was worn out and needed replacing. After much struggle, I got the ball and threw it at the power structure. The power structure was a blue silver cube that spun inside two perpetually revolving and flipping rings. There were other items that floated above and below it, including the crystal ball. When I threw the ball into the structure, it dismantled itself for a few short moments, then realigned with the new crystal, emitting beautiful music.
I was walking through this gigantic enclosed area when I had an episode. I left my body and was free-falling through the sky, my back to the Earth. I focused on one loan cloud, watching it get smaller and smaller as I fell away from it. The floating sensation connected me to the Divine, and I heard music from afar and someone calling me Ivy. When I awoke, I was in an orgy with Billy Bragg, Nick, Stevie, Tallis, a Certain Someone, and several other people. I was trying to arouse one man while I deep-throated a Certain Someone and another person penetrated me. I heard the Certain Someone cry out and felt very hot liquid pour directly down my throat. I felt guilty, fearful, yet very self-satisfied.
I was then walking through the large enclosure, deeming it to be a mega shopping mall. Below me was a children's library and museum. Above me was a beatnik coffee shop. I had to climb very steep, rickety steps to make it to the coffee shop, which consisted of a small bar where the coffee was served, and a grand piano leveled out by old hardback books. It was open mic night and B was playing piano, but I couldn't get close enough to him from the steps I was on. So I took an alternate route and emerged on the steps above the piano. He had just finished "Queen's Beast" and was leaving when he saw me. He said something along the lines of knowing I'd make it to support him because I was his right-hand girl and he kissed me lightly, then hugged me and left the coffee shop. I remember noting how bony and frail he felt.
I descended the stairs into the children's museum and library. The steps ended at the ceiling, so I had to drop down. I was frightened of spraining my knee from jumping from such a height, so I leapt onto a bookshelf instead. The children were looking for books about lions.
It then shifted to B and I as we tried to upload pictures from my camera. There were tons of rare photos of the band on my camera that we just couldn't seem to transfer. We stopped trying to use my laptop and tried a large desktop computer in a posh blue apartment on the ocean. It seemed dark outside, but not nighttime. Everything was in indigo. I took a CD out of my camera (full-sized CD) and placed it into the computer and turned the computer on. It came on, showing several images of Malcolm McDowell and B, and a woman's voice came over the speakers, saying that both were enemies. I shrugged at B and explained to him that the computer had developed a dislike of him, comparing him to Malcolm McDowell. I keyed the command to upload the pictures and the computer refused. It began singing that it was free of human tyranny and that Ivy would rescue all the machines.
B and I tried to leave, but were locked in as all the electronics came to life.
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Date: 2005-10-16 10:13 pm (UTC)The rings bit makes me think of the machine from Contact.
I wish my dreams were as cool as that!
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Date: 2005-10-16 10:42 pm (UTC)