I feel asleep in the tub...
Jan. 29th, 2007 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamagaea...and oh the dreams I had.
a. There was a conspiracy in the casino and there was a race to see who could find the hidden money first.
(scene from Las Vegas the tv show)
b. I was driving a bus and we parked outside a residence. A lot of old people came out. I was sitting for a while and I heard something behind me. One of the old people had fallen asleep on the way over and just woke up and started getting off the bus. He thanked me for waiting for him. He had a hard time walking, he had 2 canes. All of his friends came up to the stairwell offering to help him down the stairs. He was so grateful. One even offered to carry him on his back, but he was old too and the man declined. He was proud. he made his way down the stairs, kind of stumbled on the ground and just lay there being happy surrounded by his friends. One person was talking to owner of the house, and it was Moby, but he had hair! A full head of hair. I moved over to say hi. I say moved over because I was in I guess what you could call a cherry picker crane. I could move all around in my seat, so I lowered myself over to him saying, "Hey! You have hair! I just noticed that. Well, actually, I knew it before, but I'm just saying something now." We chatted. It was nice.
c. I was in my apartment (not mine but it was supposed to be mine). A large box was next to me with images and writing on it. The eyes of the man on the box started looking around and the image came to life. Then the box came to life. It started unfolding and transforming and the words started moving. I was looking at it from the front thinking that someone was moving it from behind, but then I got out of the way and looked around the side and there wasn't. It was sensient and started taking materials and transformed into a sewing machine type thing. it was using my dining table and metal sewing arms were jutting up through the bottom to make the sewing stitches. It was embroidering words and images. At one point I asked it to be careful because it was piercing the top of the table and it got stuck once. It answered back in a male child's voice. When it was done, it was a long, oval shaped heavy quilt with words on it. A blond woman was there now. She said I should use it as a rug until it's needed for magickal workings.
a. There was a conspiracy in the casino and there was a race to see who could find the hidden money first.
(scene from Las Vegas the tv show)
b. I was driving a bus and we parked outside a residence. A lot of old people came out. I was sitting for a while and I heard something behind me. One of the old people had fallen asleep on the way over and just woke up and started getting off the bus. He thanked me for waiting for him. He had a hard time walking, he had 2 canes. All of his friends came up to the stairwell offering to help him down the stairs. He was so grateful. One even offered to carry him on his back, but he was old too and the man declined. He was proud. he made his way down the stairs, kind of stumbled on the ground and just lay there being happy surrounded by his friends. One person was talking to owner of the house, and it was Moby, but he had hair! A full head of hair. I moved over to say hi. I say moved over because I was in I guess what you could call a cherry picker crane. I could move all around in my seat, so I lowered myself over to him saying, "Hey! You have hair! I just noticed that. Well, actually, I knew it before, but I'm just saying something now." We chatted. It was nice.
c. I was in my apartment (not mine but it was supposed to be mine). A large box was next to me with images and writing on it. The eyes of the man on the box started looking around and the image came to life. Then the box came to life. It started unfolding and transforming and the words started moving. I was looking at it from the front thinking that someone was moving it from behind, but then I got out of the way and looked around the side and there wasn't. It was sensient and started taking materials and transformed into a sewing machine type thing. it was using my dining table and metal sewing arms were jutting up through the bottom to make the sewing stitches. It was embroidering words and images. At one point I asked it to be careful because it was piercing the top of the table and it got stuck once. It answered back in a male child's voice. When it was done, it was a long, oval shaped heavy quilt with words on it. A blond woman was there now. She said I should use it as a rug until it's needed for magickal workings.
