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tinhuvielartanisI have much to write about. It's been one of those days. I'll start with the leftovers from yesterday because they apparently spilled over into my dreamtime last night and this morning.
What do you get when you mix a couple of hours of nothing but Barry Andrews music and 1200 words of nothing but Cadmus Pariah. That's right. You get nightmares!
I dreamt I got a phone call from Andy, an old friend from high school. He said he had the unedited video for "Nemesis" and I had to see it right away, and he wanted my email address so he could send me the file. Once I got the file, I opened up the video and saw that there was a strange introduction to the video and song. It was a lot like the psycho movie in Ringu, just a string of really disturbing images. Then it switched to two people, one lying on a table and obviously dead, and the other one with his back to the camera. When he turned around, it was Barry Andrews. He was splattered with blood and his mouth was completely covered with blood. You could see beyond him to the body now, and the entire torso was open and blood was everywhere. I made a copy of the video and flew to England to show it to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
falkenna to prove to her that I was right all along and she needed to move or change her locks or do something to protect herself. Instead of being in Brighton, though, I found myself lost in London. I kept asking shopkeepers to help me find my way somewhere, anywhere, and all of them said the same thing: "Just keep going down this street to the park where you'll find a very nice man who knows everything about London. He'll be able to help you." So I made my way to the part, which turned out to be Pritchard Park in Asheville and asked a young teenage man there about the man who could help me find my way. He pointed behind me and, when I turned around, there was Barry Andrews. It was then that I woke up, and thankfully so, 'cos I was about to pee myself from fright.
I think I need a break from The Chalice and any music that helps me to write Cadmus. I just need to step back and chill for a day or so....or not sleep. Or both.
Since I wasn't too keen on sleeping anymore after my happy little Dark Horse, I got moving and readied myself for my doctor's appointment. Today was the day for me to get the Orthovasc injection in my knee, because my knee is about 12 years older than the rest of me, thank you very much god. Aunt Tudi wanted to ride with me, so we headed out around 2 because my appointment was at 3, but it was all the way on the other side of Spartanburg at the Mary Black Hospital. Of course, we had iGor plugged in and still going on a shuffle we began week before last, starting with song #253 of 5159 songs. There was some Underworld, some Neil Sedaka, some Barry Andrews (didn't need that), and other stuff. Then the Beastie Boys came on with "Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego." Now I love me some Jewish white boy rap, so I turned it up a bit and nodded knowingly at folks beside me waiting for the traffic light to change. About halfway through the song, I thought I heard double stereo of the 'chorus' to the rap song. No. It was Aunt Tudi, rapping along with the Boys, and pulling off a helluva turkey neck. I promptly told her I'd be writing about this in my journal. It's not every day you witness a 62 year old woman getting her groove on to the Beastie Boys, but it doesn't really surprise me. She liked them long before I did, when that "Fight for Your Right to Party" came out. I hated it, she loved it. She was into Marilyn Manson before I was too. Come to think of it, as I read over this, it's apparent that she's the hep cat and I'm bloody pathetic.
By then, we were at the doctor's office and in I hobbled, 'cos that's what I do. After waiting in the waiting room for about 20 minutes, I was called to the back only to be told that the insurance approval for the injection hadn't been sent yet. I didn't even see the doctor. I was given a prescription for 60 Ultracet for the pain and told that they'd call me once the approval came through. AAAAGHHHH!! I hobbled back out to the car with Aunt Tudi and we zipped by the grocery and drug store before returning home.
I'm scheduled to go back into Greenville Tech tomorrow and take a placement test. After that, it should be gravy. Tonight, I'm paying some bills online and avoiding Cadmus Pariah at all costs, because that dream has haunted me all damned day. Amen.
What do you get when you mix a couple of hours of nothing but Barry Andrews music and 1200 words of nothing but Cadmus Pariah. That's right. You get nightmares!
I dreamt I got a phone call from Andy, an old friend from high school. He said he had the unedited video for "Nemesis" and I had to see it right away, and he wanted my email address so he could send me the file. Once I got the file, I opened up the video and saw that there was a strange introduction to the video and song. It was a lot like the psycho movie in Ringu, just a string of really disturbing images. Then it switched to two people, one lying on a table and obviously dead, and the other one with his back to the camera. When he turned around, it was Barry Andrews. He was splattered with blood and his mouth was completely covered with blood. You could see beyond him to the body now, and the entire torso was open and blood was everywhere. I made a copy of the video and flew to England to show it to
falkenna to prove to her that I was right all along and she needed to move or change her locks or do something to protect herself. Instead of being in Brighton, though, I found myself lost in London. I kept asking shopkeepers to help me find my way somewhere, anywhere, and all of them said the same thing: "Just keep going down this street to the park where you'll find a very nice man who knows everything about London. He'll be able to help you." So I made my way to the part, which turned out to be Pritchard Park in Asheville and asked a young teenage man there about the man who could help me find my way. He pointed behind me and, when I turned around, there was Barry Andrews. It was then that I woke up, and thankfully so, 'cos I was about to pee myself from fright. I think I need a break from The Chalice and any music that helps me to write Cadmus. I just need to step back and chill for a day or so....or not sleep. Or both.
Since I wasn't too keen on sleeping anymore after my happy little Dark Horse, I got moving and readied myself for my doctor's appointment. Today was the day for me to get the Orthovasc injection in my knee, because my knee is about 12 years older than the rest of me, thank you very much god. Aunt Tudi wanted to ride with me, so we headed out around 2 because my appointment was at 3, but it was all the way on the other side of Spartanburg at the Mary Black Hospital. Of course, we had iGor plugged in and still going on a shuffle we began week before last, starting with song #253 of 5159 songs. There was some Underworld, some Neil Sedaka, some Barry Andrews (didn't need that), and other stuff. Then the Beastie Boys came on with "Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego." Now I love me some Jewish white boy rap, so I turned it up a bit and nodded knowingly at folks beside me waiting for the traffic light to change. About halfway through the song, I thought I heard double stereo of the 'chorus' to the rap song. No. It was Aunt Tudi, rapping along with the Boys, and pulling off a helluva turkey neck. I promptly told her I'd be writing about this in my journal. It's not every day you witness a 62 year old woman getting her groove on to the Beastie Boys, but it doesn't really surprise me. She liked them long before I did, when that "Fight for Your Right to Party" came out. I hated it, she loved it. She was into Marilyn Manson before I was too. Come to think of it, as I read over this, it's apparent that she's the hep cat and I'm bloody pathetic.
By then, we were at the doctor's office and in I hobbled, 'cos that's what I do. After waiting in the waiting room for about 20 minutes, I was called to the back only to be told that the insurance approval for the injection hadn't been sent yet. I didn't even see the doctor. I was given a prescription for 60 Ultracet for the pain and told that they'd call me once the approval came through. AAAAGHHHH!! I hobbled back out to the car with Aunt Tudi and we zipped by the grocery and drug store before returning home.
I'm scheduled to go back into Greenville Tech tomorrow and take a placement test. After that, it should be gravy. Tonight, I'm paying some bills online and avoiding Cadmus Pariah at all costs, because that dream has haunted me all damned day. Amen.
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Date: 2006-07-27 10:39 pm (UTC)Sorry about your knee...damned insurance poopy heads.
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Date: 2006-07-27 10:46 pm (UTC)durgablue's dream...
Date: 2006-07-27 11:32 pm (UTC)There were creatures emerging from caskets, crawling out of holes in the floor, being tortured. I was terrified to walk into the house, afraid one of the critters would grab me, but as I walked in, I began to lose my fear.
Sounds silly now in the retelling, but I get a chill remembering how I felt in the dream.
Re: durgablue's dream...
Date: 2006-07-28 12:27 am (UTC)Any idea what it means to you?
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Date: 2006-07-28 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-28 02:31 am (UTC)I had weird dreams last night too. Something remincient of Silent Hill. The world would switch from normal to dark and ominious in a sudden disintegration. Walls would become ashen and lights would suddenly dim. It didn't scare me - the first critter that rushed me (tall lanky demon-guy in leather and blades where his hands should have been) got punched very hard in the noggin and was sent hurtling away - everything else pretty much left me be. But it was still kind of creepy, even if I did manage some acrobatics/floating/flying (can't remember which - just recall getting high up in an auditorium, then making it across high above the floor after one of the reality switches ocurred).
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Date: 2006-07-28 02:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-28 08:42 pm (UTC)Amused as I am, I'd love to hear your thoughts about how this fits with recent events and impressions. Was it really only about Cadmus, but with added "real life" connections? Or is something else going on?
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Date: 2006-07-28 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-28 10:16 pm (UTC)The bit of the dream that does fascinate me, and seems less obvious, is all the shopkeepers directing you to the park to find a nice man who knows all about London.
Oh, hey, maybe that was going to be Real Barry, rather than Cadmus Barry, but you were too freaked out to notice! (Do you remember my comment about him saving me from London because he knew all about it?)
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Date: 2006-07-28 10:23 pm (UTC)And yes, I remember that.
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Date: 2006-07-28 10:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-28 10:52 pm (UTC)I don't think it had a thing to do with our trip to London, except for my being lost and alone (when you abandoned us after the tour! grrr....).