Until It Let Go.
I had to get it out of my system, so I wrote down my van Gogh dream in detail. Still fails to capture it, though. The thing that must be understood is that the place and everything in it resembles his painting; everything is in constant motion, the impasto effects having a life. It's hard to explain, but just imagine one of his paintings living
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I was driving with Naro-san and we were on 601 (which yes, I did in fact have to look up, because my natural instinct was to call it 206, dumbass), driving pass Bedens Brook. She turns to me and asks, "What is LARP?" I tell her its a game and ask her why she wants to know. "I'm playing it with Seanathen," she informs me and as we come up to the main entrance of my neighbourhood, there is this pack of deer, probably ten or so, split on both sides of the road. "Does it involve deer?" she asks with a laugh as I inch my way through the space they left since none of them were interested in moving. "No," I say as we make it safely past them and get to the red light at the cross of 518, "there are no deer involved. Unless you want them there, I guess." The light changes and I go through it, passing the former Hilltop Sub Station, and there is a black cat in my path. My car straddles it, passing it safely as it walks under my car, and I am too distracted to notice the jump in the pavement, where part of it is higher since it has been newly done. I sigh in irritation, feeling bad for my shocks as we past the Blawenburg cemetery, saying, "If they're going to repave it, they may as well name it 'Black Cat Road,' or something. Numbers are so fucking stupid and I can never remember them anyway." She laughs and tells me, "But I saw a white dog." We check the mirrors to see which it was and there's a corpse of a human in the road. "No one would drive on Dead Corpse Road," I mutter. "What about Live Corpse Road?" Naro-san asks, to which I laugh. "No, humans are generally not one for corpses. Unless they are into necrophelia and then they're just gross and idiotic."
Then there was this one:
Last night I had a dream that me and this old man got into an argument over the meaning of life and death so I pulled out a blowtorch and lit him on fire (my rocketlauncher apparently was being repaired) to settle the matter. It's like my Skull dream, only I didn't get eatten and I killed someone instead of talking with something that was already dead. So nothing alike, except for the philosophy behind them.
So strange. Those were both from the seven month period of time where I was having anywhere from three to seven dreams that could be fully recalled. Every single day I was more exhausted when I woke up because it was like living two separate lives; I ran around all night in my head, and then had to repeat in a more realistic way on this side. Like the one about the guy my brother dicked over and we were running through the forest with a case of money, me mostly yelling at him for being an idiot and dragging me into it. I hear people and hide, a guy with a prosthetic arm filled with dynamite comes over and explodes right in front of us. That was gross, because he took down the guy who packed his arm with him and they were all burning right in front of me. It was immediately followed up by one where I was running through the tops of bamboo trees, buying CDs -- all of the CDs were hung through the holes on the shoots. That was kind of cool, though.
The reference to the Skull dream was about an Andy Warhol painting in the Met that I got into an argument with about the meaning of life and death, and when it didn't like my answer, it came out of the painting and ate me.
But yeah. Just a random smattering of other stuff that proves why this one was so much better. ::laughs:: Although the one where Gackt was my teacher in school was hella sweet. Pity I can't force one of those any time I want.
Thanks for clarifying, though.
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