Friday, October 07, 2005
mademoiselle! your corset is showing.
i had a weird, oliver stone-esque apocalyptic dream last night. it involved massive amounts of murder and vampyrrrr (all anne-rice faux-goth style) killing. stay with me here. this has an interesting ending.
i kept experiencing that whole extreme-viscosity thing where all i could do was squeeeze my leg muscles and pray for the best while huge batty things (bat-like, not senile) lunged at me. they looked like deep sea fish with little weepy eyes and long needly teeth. urgh. anyway i finally managed to escape and met up with ryu hayabusa and that tall guy with thick black spectacles from ghostbusters. we spent an enjoyable time picking weapons (i remember picking a chainsaw and a super soaker with attached water backpack.) and after that we stormed the house (the vampyrrrr house of doom) and kicked butt.
the really weird thing about this dream was that after the climactic fight scene (which happened over this huge underwater lake with a pagoda in the middle, under a starry night sky) i died. eh.
i remember rising quite irritatedly into the sky and ryu advising me very sagely on how to navigate hell.
ryu: it's exactly the same as earth. except for a z-dimension and a w-dimension.
uh-huh. anyway i floated up and down, or left and right-- it turned out that hell was 2-dimensional: you could only either move up and down or strafe left and right at one time-- and wandered around hell for a while, which looked surprisingly like a third-rate casino populated by dante-ish weeping trees and aforementioned spindly-toothed demons. they were playing pinball on actual machines that rang lit up and blinged in a very retro satisfying way.
then i woke up and thought about the whole z and w dimension thing for a while to see how it would work out in real life before realising that this is the sort of thought process that paves the roads to the mental hospital.
and yes. it doesn't work. simply because you can't rotate. or can you? i don't know. point movements were not covered in this dream of mine. though i suppose they have to be in order for you to play pinball.
its time for some boring navel-gazing!
1) my subconscious assumes that i have been a naughty girl. straight to hell! no dinner for you!
2) i have been playing too much ninja gaiden. those damn fiends.
3) why pinball?!
4) i actually have really weird dreams. this is a sort of run-of-the-mill template i dream about once a month. hrm.
+ fictions&fires
11:09 AM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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