i have the mouth of billy corgan, not the voice, just the mouth
dream from two nights ago. it's night. we're in a compound of some sort. everything is thrown together. made of 2x4s and mismatched pieces of other things that could be nailed together. i'm sitting on a railing of some sort, with my friends. we're watching rockets go off in the air above us, twinkling with the stars. i'm swinging my feet and watching the doctor is his shack working on patients and stealing glances when she walks by. she's beautiful and vicious. she asks me "just what the fuck are you staring at? he's MINE!" i just laughed it off and kept lazily swinging my feet and talking with friends in the orange glow cast by the many streetlamps.
i jumped of the railing and my raggedy clothing wasn't enough to keep the chill off. i watched her and the doctor have a fight and my friends and i went out and about, just roaming the area, then the chase began.
i don't know who or what was chasing us but it was scary as fuck. we ended up in the underground and i got a gash on my left shoulder blade that was pretty big. we're running around in these giant concrete tunnels that had houses in them, being chased by god knows what. we come to a part without houses and just big flat surfaces of concrete and railing in many levels. we try climbing down into that when we don't feel like we're being chased anymore.
later we run back into the doctor ( played by a combo of jeremy irons and somebody else) and he sees the giant gash on my back and ever so delicately, wistfully he touches the edges of it while holding his breath back and saying "i need to stitch that up" as he exhales. i practically cream my pants. "but you're taken" i say.
"not anymore."
then the chase is on again. he grabs my hand and we start to run, but our friends seem to fall behind us and it just scares me more. eventually we think we lost them and he stops to stitch me up, but he doesn't use needle and thread, he just pokes through my skin with thin wire from a spool. he does it so carefully and lovingly, it was so tender both physically and emotionally.
then we get chased again and i wake up.
i jumped of the railing and my raggedy clothing wasn't enough to keep the chill off. i watched her and the doctor have a fight and my friends and i went out and about, just roaming the area, then the chase began.
i don't know who or what was chasing us but it was scary as fuck. we ended up in the underground and i got a gash on my left shoulder blade that was pretty big. we're running around in these giant concrete tunnels that had houses in them, being chased by god knows what. we come to a part without houses and just big flat surfaces of concrete and railing in many levels. we try climbing down into that when we don't feel like we're being chased anymore.
later we run back into the doctor ( played by a combo of jeremy irons and somebody else) and he sees the giant gash on my back and ever so delicately, wistfully he touches the edges of it while holding his breath back and saying "i need to stitch that up" as he exhales. i practically cream my pants. "but you're taken" i say.
"not anymore."
then the chase is on again. he grabs my hand and we start to run, but our friends seem to fall behind us and it just scares me more. eventually we think we lost them and he stops to stitch me up, but he doesn't use needle and thread, he just pokes through my skin with thin wire from a spool. he does it so carefully and lovingly, it was so tender both physically and emotionally.
then we get chased again and i wake up.