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From my Psion, dated 15th Feb
Dream from nightbeforelast
a bit vague now.
there was a building, which kinda represented LJ and the net in general. and it started to flood, and eventually crumbled, and there weren't enough exits and stuff.
there was a shop, an 'allsortsofthings' shop, there was some moth-eaten furniture and piles of stuff, and some sheets of paper were pinned to the wall with a bible verse on them (except it wasn't, and I've forgotten it now, but it was very important at the time - it was The Truth). And I tried to ask how much they were but the attendants just tore them up and so I escaped with one.
I read it again and again and I took it to my cell group, but they wouldn't listen, they just wanted to talk about EastEnders and their jobs and their children. And I wanted to cry, but I couldn't, because my mother had taught me never to cry in public.
The first paragraph was all through this tho - the building collapsed more and more as the 'truth' was ignored more and more. and the words on the paper ran. and I was left on the pavement watching the world stream by, alone. but the words in my heart didn't leave me alone for long, and then I was happy.
tonight's dream
there were lots of trains. I got stranded at Hatfield Peveral for a while. Braintree station had 44 platforms, and an unofficial platform, 63.5. and there were trains between platforms. and the doors closed too fast, and the trains were short and we couldn't get to them anyway. but we were looking for a long train anyway we thought. (we was my family.) and my mother had to go to the toilet, and our train came when she was away, so we debated rapidly as to what to do and then we got on, because we thought of a bus she could get, and we rang her mobile, and she was rather angry.
grr, I've lost the rest of it now. There was some crawling around in futuristic passageways, I remember that - I think I was trying to find a way out of the station.
Dream from nightbeforelast
a bit vague now.
there was a building, which kinda represented LJ and the net in general. and it started to flood, and eventually crumbled, and there weren't enough exits and stuff.
there was a shop, an 'allsortsofthings' shop, there was some moth-eaten furniture and piles of stuff, and some sheets of paper were pinned to the wall with a bible verse on them (except it wasn't, and I've forgotten it now, but it was very important at the time - it was The Truth). And I tried to ask how much they were but the attendants just tore them up and so I escaped with one.
I read it again and again and I took it to my cell group, but they wouldn't listen, they just wanted to talk about EastEnders and their jobs and their children. And I wanted to cry, but I couldn't, because my mother had taught me never to cry in public.
The first paragraph was all through this tho - the building collapsed more and more as the 'truth' was ignored more and more. and the words on the paper ran. and I was left on the pavement watching the world stream by, alone. but the words in my heart didn't leave me alone for long, and then I was happy.
tonight's dream
there were lots of trains. I got stranded at Hatfield Peveral for a while. Braintree station had 44 platforms, and an unofficial platform, 63.5. and there were trains between platforms. and the doors closed too fast, and the trains were short and we couldn't get to them anyway. but we were looking for a long train anyway we thought. (we was my family.) and my mother had to go to the toilet, and our train came when she was away, so we debated rapidly as to what to do and then we got on, because we thought of a bus she could get, and we rang her mobile, and she was rather angry.
grr, I've lost the rest of it now. There was some crawling around in futuristic passageways, I remember that - I think I was trying to find a way out of the station.
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