The usual melange of weird shit.
Felt I was with some guy I felt I knew, accompanying him as he drove a tractor trailor to pick up livestock. Chickens, to be exact.There were some of ours being delivered somewhere, and he'd been told to stop by a certain other place and pick that farm's shipment up as well. I remember how the 'stranger' chickens didn't trust me; didn't want to look at me. I saw some, in one cage sitting in a circle somewhat defiantly doing 'meditation' and refusing to acknowledge me.
So me indeterminate time after that, was outside in a backyard and a 'chicken' came over, but bugging me exactly like a cat does, getting in my way, down where my feet were. I remember feeling semi-irritated.
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Woke for pit stop; slept again.
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Foun d myself back in 'college'. I think I assumed it was at the same place I went for undergraduate study, though they don't have a grad school in real life. I had a male roommate, this Chinese guy who'd been working on an undergrad thesis in the lab I used t o work in. I'd found him a pleasant fellow at the time, so I had no problem with him being a roomie (talk about your co-ed dorms).
I was looking around at the room's features. There was a computer, though I was disturbed and indignant to get the impression that someone had recently used it to visit a 'porn' site, and perhaps also e-mailed something (maybe to do with the porn site?) to a politician and his intern - that last probably inspired by hearing Chandra Levy's remains have been found. There was a bunch of stuff left, books and notes, as if the former occupant had had no interest in taking her old school stuff now that she was done. I remember stacks of loose leaf notes, some on white, others on yellow paper, a cluttered desk. I wanted to neaten it all up; make it fully my own (that human territorality). There may have been a mini fridge (or I just hoped there was). I went and peeked at the doors built into the walls; I saw strange, modern, what I assumed to be showers and bathroom areas. White, maybe wire areas were involved as I recall. Near the door to the room was a door that had a sign on it; I don't recall the exact words but I got the impression of it being an adjoining door to the next double over. As if the rooms had their own names. The 'bathroom' rooms did seem for multiple use, so it may have been designed as less private a room (maybe people from the other rooms would tromp through to the communal showers) than we would have normally.
The walls were beige-paneled - pretty classy looking. I think there was a slightly darker molding or thin raised strip on the paneling as a simple decorative accent. The wall curved around slightly in one area, more organically than our rooms tend to. Mounted on the wall near the door to the other rooms was one small 2-door cabinet that matched the wall color.
At one point I flopped down on the bed, then was up moving around, and noticed the roomie lying there, and I was a bit flustered; asked him if he'd been there when I'd flopped down. Apologized if he'd been there. He probably hadn't been; I'd probably just lost focus.
Later, a whole bunch of people (feel of relatives) visited. That comforting yet potentially smothering feel; a whole bunch of people in not that large a room. The scene reminding me of something I thought I'd seen once on tv - a comedy where some young adult's parents visit her and she is horrified to see them - for basic comedic parent-child tension reasons, not because they are horrible per se.
At one point felt I was out of that scenario and with some online friends. I recall with some indigination saying I'd realized 'I wasn't back in school again!' and had, I thought, then 'woken up'. Heh.
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This next bit was even more fragmented - The feel as if watching/hearing of some st ory, which had a woman or princess talking to some guy stuck in a weird dungeon - always down below in the dark, but he'd been raised up to a spot where he could peek his face out of a hole in the wall (almost an ornamental statue with a space for his fac e to look through), and have his immense loneliness and isolation relieved. And for whatever reason, she'd given him some relief by having him raised up and talking to him, but because she'd needed some information he had. But then she was gone, off to complete some adventure or quest, and he was left there. And some other guy came by and noticed him there, and paused to converse with him as well - but after, cheerfully started to send him down again. I recall (while watching/hearing this) not wanting to hear the poor imprisoned guy's despair at getting sent back to his pitch dark isolation. Kind of like the man in the iron mask.
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Felt I was with some guy I felt I knew, accompanying him as he drove a tractor trailor to pick up livestock. Chickens, to be exact.There were some of ours being delivered somewhere, and he'd been told to stop by a certain other place and pick that farm's shipment up as well. I remember how the 'stranger' chickens didn't trust me; didn't want to look at me. I saw some, in one cage sitting in a circle somewhat defiantly doing 'meditation' and refusing to acknowledge me.
So me indeterminate time after that, was outside in a backyard and a 'chicken' came over, but bugging me exactly like a cat does, getting in my way, down where my feet were. I remember feeling semi-irritated.
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Woke for pit stop; slept again.
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Foun d myself back in 'college'. I think I assumed it was at the same place I went for undergraduate study, though they don't have a grad school in real life. I had a male roommate, this Chinese guy who'd been working on an undergrad thesis in the lab I used t o work in. I'd found him a pleasant fellow at the time, so I had no problem with him being a roomie (talk about your co-ed dorms).
I was looking around at the room's features. There was a computer, though I was disturbed and indignant to get the impression that someone had recently used it to visit a 'porn' site, and perhaps also e-mailed something (maybe to do with the porn site?) to a politician and his intern - that last probably inspired by hearing Chandra Levy's remains have been found. There was a bunch of stuff left, books and notes, as if the former occupant had had no interest in taking her old school stuff now that she was done. I remember stacks of loose leaf notes, some on white, others on yellow paper, a cluttered desk. I wanted to neaten it all up; make it fully my own (that human territorality). There may have been a mini fridge (or I just hoped there was). I went and peeked at the doors built into the walls; I saw strange, modern, what I assumed to be showers and bathroom areas. White, maybe wire areas were involved as I recall. Near the door to the room was a door that had a sign on it; I don't recall the exact words but I got the impression of it being an adjoining door to the next double over. As if the rooms had their own names. The 'bathroom' rooms did seem for multiple use, so it may have been designed as less private a room (maybe people from the other rooms would tromp through to the communal showers) than we would have normally.
The walls were beige-paneled - pretty classy looking. I think there was a slightly darker molding or thin raised strip on the paneling as a simple decorative accent. The wall curved around slightly in one area, more organically than our rooms tend to. Mounted on the wall near the door to the other rooms was one small 2-door cabinet that matched the wall color.
At one point I flopped down on the bed, then was up moving around, and noticed the roomie lying there, and I was a bit flustered; asked him if he'd been there when I'd flopped down. Apologized if he'd been there. He probably hadn't been; I'd probably just lost focus.
Later, a whole bunch of people (feel of relatives) visited. That comforting yet potentially smothering feel; a whole bunch of people in not that large a room. The scene reminding me of something I thought I'd seen once on tv - a comedy where some young adult's parents visit her and she is horrified to see them - for basic comedic parent-child tension reasons, not because they are horrible per se.
At one point felt I was out of that scenario and with some online friends. I recall with some indigination saying I'd realized 'I wasn't back in school again!' and had, I thought, then 'woken up'. Heh.
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This next bit was even more fragmented - The feel as if watching/hearing of some st ory, which had a woman or princess talking to some guy stuck in a weird dungeon - always down below in the dark, but he'd been raised up to a spot where he could peek his face out of a hole in the wall (almost an ornamental statue with a space for his fac e to look through), and have his immense loneliness and isolation relieved. And for whatever reason, she'd given him some relief by having him raised up and talking to him, but because she'd needed some information he had. But then she was gone, off to complete some adventure or quest, and he was left there. And some other guy came by and noticed him there, and paused to converse with him as well - but after, cheerfully started to send him down again. I recall (while watching/hearing this) not wanting to hear the poor imprisoned guy's despair at getting sent back to his pitch dark isolation. Kind of like the man in the iron mask.
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your last dream sounds like one of alienation and people forgetting you and only talking to you when they want something....feelings i get all the time
I hope your real life isn't like this
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I'm usually only good for when people want me to do something in #DrWhoChat..ban her,ban him,op him,op her,op me...i'm accused of this and that...i'm not sorry i created #DWC...but it can be tiresome sometimes,nice group people there and if making #DWC brought them all together then it's worth the headache i guess