kitart

artist's mind
2003-05-29 10:32:35 (UTC)

dream

had a strange dream. I was part of a security task force.
something was happening in the world. no one was sure
what. we couldnt figure it out. but strange signs and
occurances. a freind on teh task force and I went for
lunch, teh sky was dark and heavy, boiling clouds? we were
talking, both of us knowing that it was a great change and
couldnt be stopped. (specualting about whether it was
aliens and how hollywood had gotten it allwrong) lol ended
up in a motel room...just gotta wonder about that huh?
then it switched. I was here at home. Shannon was here.
Sammy was in the city, and ill I think. teh phone was
ringing and I was trying to answer it in the kitchen,
Shannon came in even though she was supposed to be
bedridden. I was abrupt with the personm on teh line,
someone from the university. there was a knock at teh
door, looked out into a greenish dark duskiness...like
tornado weather, three men on teh porch Shannon said Sammy
had called teh Prophet (she's mormon) and I was asking why,
when one of the men used a device to take down teh security
on the door (an electronic device that doesnt exist in
reality) I was gaping asking him how dared he, and teh
prophet came in the house all dressed in robes really more
reminicent of the pope. he generally wears suits from what
i've seen on tv. it gets all vague after taht but I recall
a great sense of unease throughout, and a great sense of
annoyance at my house being invaded like that.

you know I'm starting to have some inklings about some of
the underlying issues here....hhhmmmmmmm going to let them
percolate a bit.




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