Written down from 6:16am Tuesday:
I had the strangest dream just now. It was a little unerving at the time, but now it seems really neat.
I was living in this place that wasnt quite the States and not quite england, but both accents were present.
Me and my mom and a few other people lived on this gigantic estate like a mansion or a castle with smaller flats beneath it.
Basement flats.
I was in our laundry room which was a combo of my basement and my friend Endia's grandmother's and I was watching a show on PBS about Mary Pickford which funny enough I was watching as I was falling alseep before I had this dream.
Anyway the "misstress" of this estate was a very snooty and unlikeable Nicole Kidman.
This is just how she was in the dream
She was very strict about people that lived in the basement flats not comming upstairs, which is where she lived.
But of course I'm hard headed and I went just to spite her.
I was planning to steal one of her many Barbie Bazzar mags.
So I'm wandering my way around and I'm spotted by some dinner guests she has walking though for a tour of the grounds.
She catching wind that somebody is snooping around and comes flying downthe stairs.
I hide, but she knows I'm there.
I find out the Nicole Kidman was something other than human and very dangerous.
I got back to the flat and I meet my best friend who looks alot like Johnny Lee Miller, and we prepare to go to this party.
It's actually a party for demons and angles and other misc. otherworldly creatures.
It's dangerous for us to be there so we go over the rules.
And in any good religious thriller about angels and demons, the angles are just as dangerous as the demons. So we were making sure we were keeping ourselves safe.
The politics of it are a little vague. It seemed like everybody dresses up in certain colors to show affiliation.
Dark, almost black colors were demons.
Whites, pales pinks, and ice blues were angels.
And bright, hot, juicy colors were neutral. Which more often than not were human, because us mere mortals figured that if we were neutral than we would be safe when it pretty much ment you would possibly be "played" with a bit and probably killed.
Only people who don't know any better do that, so we plan what to wear and how to makes ourselves blend seemless into the background.
So me and the Johnny Lee Miller lookalike are walking to the party and its dark, and I'm nervour as shit because I'm walking amongst all the these creatuers.
I'm trying to distract myself by listening to the news woman covering the event which is in real life the sound of the BBC anchor woman covering the Pope lying in state.
After that I remember being in line trying to identify everybody else feeling sorry for the new people that will probably never come out of here.
And how the streets looked the way Treland must look at night on the way home from a pub.
I'm walking and seeing shadows skate up behind me and then passing me. Meeting eyes with a couple of them an seeing that wierd supernatural gleem in the eyes just like in Constantine.
Then I woke up.
I had the strangest dream just now. It was a little unerving at the time, but now it seems really neat.
I was living in this place that wasnt quite the States and not quite england, but both accents were present.
Me and my mom and a few other people lived on this gigantic estate like a mansion or a castle with smaller flats beneath it.
Basement flats.
I was in our laundry room which was a combo of my basement and my friend Endia's grandmother's and I was watching a show on PBS about Mary Pickford which funny enough I was watching as I was falling alseep before I had this dream.
Anyway the "misstress" of this estate was a very snooty and unlikeable Nicole Kidman.
This is just how she was in the dream
She was very strict about people that lived in the basement flats not comming upstairs, which is where she lived.
But of course I'm hard headed and I went just to spite her.
I was planning to steal one of her many Barbie Bazzar mags.
So I'm wandering my way around and I'm spotted by some dinner guests she has walking though for a tour of the grounds.
She catching wind that somebody is snooping around and comes flying downthe stairs.
I hide, but she knows I'm there.
I find out the Nicole Kidman was something other than human and very dangerous.
I got back to the flat and I meet my best friend who looks alot like Johnny Lee Miller, and we prepare to go to this party.
It's actually a party for demons and angles and other misc. otherworldly creatures.
It's dangerous for us to be there so we go over the rules.
And in any good religious thriller about angels and demons, the angles are just as dangerous as the demons. So we were making sure we were keeping ourselves safe.
The politics of it are a little vague. It seemed like everybody dresses up in certain colors to show affiliation.
Dark, almost black colors were demons.
Whites, pales pinks, and ice blues were angels.
And bright, hot, juicy colors were neutral. Which more often than not were human, because us mere mortals figured that if we were neutral than we would be safe when it pretty much ment you would possibly be "played" with a bit and probably killed.
Only people who don't know any better do that, so we plan what to wear and how to makes ourselves blend seemless into the background.
So me and the Johnny Lee Miller lookalike are walking to the party and its dark, and I'm nervour as shit because I'm walking amongst all the these creatuers.
I'm trying to distract myself by listening to the news woman covering the event which is in real life the sound of the BBC anchor woman covering the Pope lying in state.
After that I remember being in line trying to identify everybody else feeling sorry for the new people that will probably never come out of here.
And how the streets looked the way Treland must look at night on the way home from a pub.
I'm walking and seeing shadows skate up behind me and then passing me. Meeting eyes with a couple of them an seeing that wierd supernatural gleem in the eyes just like in Constantine.
Then I woke up.
f'ed up shiz, yo.
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