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lukkucairi · 11-07-2009, 12:04 PM

a maelstrom at sea, and us caught in a small sailboat too far away from shore

somehow none of this matters any more. the waves are crystal clear and move with the slowness of treacle. I can dive under the water and live there just fine.

lukkucairi · 11-08-2009, 06:55 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by brightpearl

My father told me he had a small lung tumor, but it would grow and kill him.

Ow.

no, he has safe passage over water.

lukkucairi · 11-08-2009, 03:54 PM

bone endures

lukkucairi · 11-09-2009, 11:45 AM

i can see clearly now

the underground river

it's not as cold as you think it should be down there, but it is very dark - and the water is very clear as it flows over ancient pebbles

one by one we have to enter the current naked and let go, be carried downstream

when I surface in the darkened dormitory, I can't find my place - I need to borrow clothes - there is no private corner where I can gather myself and make myself presentable.

eventually I'm just so annoyed at this - there are people EVERYWHERE - too many.

I wonder if I should just go back into the river, see where it takes me this time...

hatherhew

lukkucairi · 11-09-2009, 12:04 PM

the dweller underground!

lukkucairi · 11-10-2009, 11:11 AM

when two sevens clash

death is a dry place.

when I come to, I realize there are paths through the rhododendron thicket, and little clearings where people used to live - the floorplans of rooms, the idea of a house, but with no walls.

it's not safe here. I try to extract my mother - but I can't get her to come with me. we have too much luggage at the hotel, and she won't pay for a porter. a gaggle of african ladies dressed in yellow and black stand by the hotel foyer. I try to wrangle our luggage past them, but I keep hitting people because I'm carrying too many bags and nobody will get out of my way. I don't want to make trouble, but I can't get anyone to pay attention, and I can't get any help with all this baggage.

the whole second storey of my house has been removed, and the upstairs neighbor comes down to complain that I'm playing Manx Radio too loudly. I try to turn the volume down but the knob has quit working. all I want to do is finish painting, but this lady won't leave us alone. I find five remote controls, and one of them turns the stereo off altogether. are you satisfied now, bitch? she's skinny and prim, with dark hair in a margaret-thatcher style. she wears a twinset, and her lipstick creeps up through the vertical wrinkles at the edges of her lips. I do not like her at all. she informs me that she will have me arrested for breach of peace. I tell her to fwk off.

by the time they come to round us up, I've evaporated, but I watch as instead they gather up the nine african gentlemen with their leopardskin pillbox hats and their sacred pipes made of nut-shells. in the cells I'm worried about them, but the men are sorcerors - I watch as they use their magic to remove themselves from custody, one at a time. I'm mostly concerned at the broken justice system that allowed for them to be detained for no reason at all. I'm concerned that I won't be allowed to live in peace, I'm worried about my mother.

the phone rings. it's my mother. "It's time," she says, "you should come now." I tell her I'll be on the next flight over.

lukkucairi · 11-13-2009, 07:01 AM

spinning: this is how

Tim de Savary, Peter de Savary

dancing it out

the sudden rock hard completely vitreously certain belief that it will, actually, be JUST FINE.

lukkucairi · 11-13-2009, 10:27 AM

some thing miss ing some one

oh my

the whole CREW of us down on the river - Beth and I are floating without kayaks or boats, and oh it's tiresome to go over the rapids that way. red muddy river water, and me without a boat.

we get out after shooting a 10 foot waterfall, and everyone gathers on the bank. Jenny notices that there's an odd noise - it's taken us a long time to all get here, with many days of hiking, everyone at their own pace and arriving how they will...all because of this noise.

turns out that there's a hole in the muddy bank...and if you dig just a little farther, you break through into the sky of the previous world - the noise we hear is the aurora borealis gathering on the struts and beams that hold the sky up. Jenny wants to go through.

Jared/Kristan argues with her - he wants the money - the mud is valuable - and he wants to mine it. almost everyone disagrees with him though, and we dig until there's a hole large enough to fit Tina Turner through.

unfortunately, we didn't know that there's an ebb and flow in the dimensions below the hole, and that at certain times it leads not into the previous world, but into the netherhells and dungeon dimensions. you must pick your time, and you must go with your eyes open.

I poke my head through and tell people no, it's not time yet.

Jenny is so impatient to keep going on, though - she waits until we are all asleep, and she and her girlfriend climb through the hole and are gone, swept away into the eternal hells...

now what do we do? do we go in after her? has anyone ever even escaped from the netherhells? not even Eurydice. but OK, let's try. but not this way - let's get through into the previous world and figure things out from there.

so through the hole and into the sky, and down into the cloud forest amidst the mist and fog, where every tree drips silently and watches us as we pass

in this place there are many false entrances - but we must follow the trail right to its end...

and as we do, the world becomes smaller, more corridorlike, until finally we are inside a wide corridor with a carpeted floor, not unlike one you'd find in a hotel complex

the carpet on our side is green and blue, but on the Other side it turns to burgundy and orange. this is our entrance to the netherhells.

it's decided that some will go to try and find our friends, and some will stay on this side to provide an anchor and a beacon, so that the adventurers can find their way back.

I stay. Trent goes. many, many days pass. we are worried. eventually we decide to take action, and we light a fire and I cast a spell of Finding

the thread reaches my husband out in the netherhells, and some hours later he returns through the portal with his friends who had gone with him, and with one of Jenny's friends - but not with Jenny

where is she?

he shakes his head - she has become so lost in there, so convinced that every false image is real, that she didn't believe that they were there to help

...and, this being the netherhells, the whole party soon became lost among the visible paranoias and the creeping neuroses - the reflection and reiteration of each person's worst nightmare of isolation...

...until the warmth from our fire woke them from the nightmare, and they made their way back...but could not bring Jenny along

I'm so relieved that Trent has found his way back out of the dungeon dimensions, but so sad about Jenny

lukkucairi · 11-13-2009, 12:33 PM

JUSTIN!

we wear what we want

but can you hear that? it's beginning - we need to get back inside the house - they're coming...

I forgot to lock the car, forgot to lock the garage...have to get back across the street to secure everything and get back before they're upon us...

lukkucairi · 11-14-2009, 04:04 PM

too huge to remember, a nested fractal of an escape

me in my big black fuzzy coat and cat-eye specs

on the run, on the run

lukkucairi · 11-16-2009, 11:21 AM

here is that rainbow I've been praying for

all along the beachfront, we're in Italy (but it looks suspiciously like the Bahamas) - I'm trying to find the turn-off, but I can't remember which road it is

I can see the thing from a satellite view, but I'm having trouble translating that to landmarks on the ground

[empty suits of armor, the knights defender, every night for a week now]

wait, are we traveling across the fens? or along the beach? is it a right turn inland? or a left turn? where is the water anyway?

I talk about how the entire beachfront is built up now, with private houses. the beach is still accessible, but as you leave the village the homes don't end like they used to - they just get a little larger and grander

it's a pain to live this far from the market - walking to get food would take most of a day. I would have to walk - but the people that live here own cars

Jared says that it takes an in with the government to get this kind of land. he thinks we should try to ingratiate ourselves so that we can get our hands on the money. I think he's insane.

we pass a group of soldiers holding AK-47s. my mother and I turn along the path that skirts the beachfront - I have my own weapon, and I don't want them to notice that I'm not part of their contingent. I will fire if I have to, but I am not here to breach the peace.

eventually we reach the turning, or so I think - we travel inland for a little way until we reach the train-tracks that pass through the multi-storey car park. I put my feet on the ties and march along, but Mum won't come with me. she won't walk on the track. we return to the bay road.

again, another turning - we travel inland a mile or so, past farms and fields and the odd stable and smithy. I think this might be the way, but soon enough we come to a chain across the road and a sign that says "private property, trespassers will be prosecuted." this is not the way. we turn back again.

I don't know how to get to our destination. I know it's somewhere around here. am I the guide? or am I the follower? or are we both just drifting around without aim? I can see the camp in my mind, but I don't know how to get there. the casuarinas along the seashore whisper and moan in the wind. the air is damp - there's a front coming through.

look straight ahead, nothing but blue sky

lukkucairi · 11-19-2009, 10:58 AM

just skin and bone, really.

lukkucairi · 11-19-2009, 12:07 PM

I dreamed my mother got her scan results back, and they showed that the tumors had receded significantly. My mother was annoyed and disappointed at this.

lukkucairi · 11-20-2009, 10:12 AM

swan swan hummingbird

Dan G., really? I'm waiting for him at my level of the hollow building, all fluorescent lighting and empty department store clothing racks. I'm wearing some kind of odd housedress or yoga outfit, but to go out with him I have to change into street clothes. Jeans with a khaki pleated mini skirt over them, for extra warmth. Gretchen approves.

Outside I need to take him to the old studio, but it's down the road and up the hill (Wulff Rd.?) and I don't know the bus system. I take one bus but it doesn't drop me close enough. Another one heads the wrong way around the triangular layout of roads. We cross the train tracks before I get off. I ask directions, but nobody knows the way. I have the key to the old studio...but I don't know how to get there.

the limestone hill cutting - a place I've been many times before in dreams, but this time I am not alone - crowds of people, automobile traffic - unlike the times before when it was just me or two or three

lukkucairi · 11-22-2009, 10:52 AM

oh lord, trouble so hard

let me get this straight...I'm looking for some kind of a meal, and various people won't give me food. I have a package of dehydrated jambalaya, but I'm allergic to some of the ingredients (which include "whichever sausage is most economical at this time") - my cousin L tells me he knows what I'm like and he won't support me. this makes me instantly livid. oh, you know what I'm like, do you? well fwk you. I throw the cajun food over my shoulder and stalk away.

as I make my way along the breezeways, I fall into step next to Gandalf. he knows there's something wrong, and he asks me (obliquely) what's up. [this is the same area where you once did skate tricks for me in a Mickey Mouse suit, btw] - I tell him about my relational woes and put my arm around his waist and lean my head on his shoulder. he is hugely large - I can't really reach all the way across his back - but he seems charmed by the gesture. he tells me that he has some crawfish etouffee back at his house - he can't stop for dinner, but I can go there and help myself. I thank him and he indicates the route to his treetop residence. indeed, there are thawing cooked crawfish with lemon juice to the left side of the counter, and I eat some gratefully.

on my way again, I find myself in A's basement, having a very animated discussion with his brother. I've never met his brother - he's always been a shadowy presence and a rapidly slamming door - so to find out that he's tall, skinny, auburn-haired, with a large adam's apple and a motormouth is rather surprising. we talk for a bit, and I find out that A is over across the sea with his father, sorting some stuff out for work or school. I'm a bit disappointed, but his brother tells me if I hang out for a while they'll be back.

oddly, they are - sort of. I find A on the rooftop of a house somewhere (by the stone folly?) working for a bitchy harpy of a lady who has agreed to hire him to fix roofs. there is a team of guys who are very experienced at laying asphalt tiles etc., but A is new to this game. he has a skilsaw and is set the task of trimming all the roof edges. he tries, but he's never done this before and he almost fwks it up. the saw rockets out of his hand and up around a chimney, then ends up dangling by its cord. we go to get it, but retrieving it involves minor mountaineering. by the time we're in a position to haul the saw back, the harpy lady is sitting below us using a blowtorch to ruin the saw. A flips out.

he tells her to take the job and shove it, and then proceeds to tell her all about her character deficits from up and down the board. we climb off the roof and he shouts "I HATE YOU! YOU ARE A BITCH!" - she only laughs. A grabs a 7 iron and waves it at her threateningly. I think things have gone far enough, and shepherd us off along the road.

"WTF is with these people?" A asks. I confess I don't know. I leave him at his house, and go searching for Claire K's baby stroller. the neighborhoods are all intensely mormon, and I'm disappointed to see people using iron skillets as painting frames instead of cooking implements. this damn stroller has to be around here somewhere [in the town below the hill - with the diagonal streets - I have been here before] - I decide to quarter the neighborhoods in my search, but realize that I just don't care enough. I'm standing on the streetcorner with a quarter in my hand with nowhere left to wander.

11-13-2009, 10:27 AM	#803
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	some thing miss ing some one oh my the whole CREW of us down on the river - Beth and I are floating without kayaks or boats, and oh it's tiresome to go over the rapids that way. red muddy river water, and me without a boat. we get out after shooting a 10 foot waterfall, and everyone gathers on the bank. Jenny notices that there's an odd noise - it's taken us a long time to all get here, with many days of hiking, everyone at their own pace and arriving how they will...all because of this noise. turns out that there's a hole in the muddy bank...and if you dig just a little farther, you break through into the sky of the previous world - the noise we hear is the aurora borealis gathering on the struts and beams that hold the sky up. Jenny wants to go through. Jared/Kristan argues with her - he wants the money - the mud is valuable - and he wants to mine it. almost everyone disagrees with him though, and we dig until there's a hole large enough to fit Tina Turner through. unfortunately, we didn't know that there's an ebb and flow in the dimensions below the hole, and that at certain times it leads not into the previous world, but into the netherhells and dungeon dimensions. you must pick your time, and you must go with your eyes open. I poke my head through and tell people no, it's not time yet. Jenny is so impatient to keep going on, though - she waits until we are all asleep, and she and her girlfriend climb through the hole and are gone, swept away into the eternal hells... now what do we do? do we go in after her? has anyone ever even escaped from the netherhells? not even Eurydice. but OK, let's try. but not this way - let's get through into the previous world and figure things out from there. so through the hole and into the sky, and down into the cloud forest amidst the mist and fog, where every tree drips silently and watches us as we pass in this place there are many false entrances - but we must follow the trail right to its end... and as we do, the world becomes smaller, more corridorlike, until finally we are inside a wide corridor with a carpeted floor, not unlike one you'd find in a hotel complex the carpet on our side is green and blue, but on the Other side it turns to burgundy and orange. this is our entrance to the netherhells. it's decided that some will go to try and find our friends, and some will stay on this side to provide an anchor and a beacon, so that the adventurers can find their way back. I stay. Trent goes. many, many days pass. we are worried. eventually we decide to take action, and we light a fire and I cast a spell of Finding the thread reaches my husband out in the netherhells, and some hours later he returns through the portal with his friends who had gone with him, and with one of Jenny's friends - but not with Jenny where is she? he shakes his head - she has become so lost in there, so convinced that every false image is real, that she didn't believe that they were there to help ...and, this being the netherhells, the whole party soon became lost among the visible paranoias and the creeping neuroses - the reflection and reiteration of each person's worst nightmare of isolation... ...until the warmth from our fire woke them from the nightmare, and they made their way back...but could not bring Jenny along I'm so relieved that Trent has found his way back out of the dungeon dimensions, but so sad about Jenny Last edited by lukkucairi : 11-13-2009 at 12:34 PM.

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11-07-2009, 12:04 PM	#796
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	a maelstrom at sea, and us caught in a small sailboat too far away from shore somehow none of this matters any more. the waves are crystal clear and move with the slowness of treacle. I can dive under the water and live there just fine.

11-08-2009, 03:54 PM	#798
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	bone endures

11-09-2009, 11:45 AM	#799
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	i can see clearly now the underground river it's not as cold as you think it should be down there, but it is very dark - and the water is very clear as it flows over ancient pebbles one by one we have to enter the current naked and let go, be carried downstream when I surface in the darkened dormitory, I can't find my place - I need to borrow clothes - there is no private corner where I can gather myself and make myself presentable. eventually I'm just so annoyed at this - there are people EVERYWHERE - too many. I wonder if I should just go back into the river, see where it takes me this time... hatherhew

11-09-2009, 12:04 PM	#800
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	the dweller underground!

11-10-2009, 11:11 AM	#801
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	when two sevens clash death is a dry place. when I come to, I realize there are paths through the rhododendron thicket, and little clearings where people used to live - the floorplans of rooms, the idea of a house, but with no walls. it's not safe here. I try to extract my mother - but I can't get her to come with me. we have too much luggage at the hotel, and she won't pay for a porter. a gaggle of african ladies dressed in yellow and black stand by the hotel foyer. I try to wrangle our luggage past them, but I keep hitting people because I'm carrying too many bags and nobody will get out of my way. I don't want to make trouble, but I can't get anyone to pay attention, and I can't get any help with all this baggage. the whole second storey of my house has been removed, and the upstairs neighbor comes down to complain that I'm playing Manx Radio too loudly. I try to turn the volume down but the knob has quit working. all I want to do is finish painting, but this lady won't leave us alone. I find five remote controls, and one of them turns the stereo off altogether. are you satisfied now, bitch? she's skinny and prim, with dark hair in a margaret-thatcher style. she wears a twinset, and her lipstick creeps up through the vertical wrinkles at the edges of her lips. I do not like her at all. she informs me that she will have me arrested for breach of peace. I tell her to fwk off. by the time they come to round us up, I've evaporated, but I watch as instead they gather up the nine african gentlemen with their leopardskin pillbox hats and their sacred pipes made of nut-shells. in the cells I'm worried about them, but the men are sorcerors - I watch as they use their magic to remove themselves from custody, one at a time. I'm mostly concerned at the broken justice system that allowed for them to be detained for no reason at all. I'm concerned that I won't be allowed to live in peace, I'm worried about my mother. the phone rings. it's my mother. "It's time," she says, "you should come now." I tell her I'll be on the next flight over.

11-13-2009, 07:01 AM	#802
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	spinning: this is how Tim de Savary, Peter de Savary dancing it out the sudden rock hard completely vitreously certain belief that it will, actually, be JUST FINE.

11-13-2009, 12:33 PM	#804
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	JUSTIN! we wear what we want but can you hear that? it's beginning - we need to get back inside the house - they're coming... I forgot to lock the car, forgot to lock the garage...have to get back across the street to secure everything and get back before they're upon us...

11-14-2009, 04:04 PM	#805
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	too huge to remember, a nested fractal of an escape me in my big black fuzzy coat and cat-eye specs on the run, on the run

11-16-2009, 11:21 AM	#806
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	here is that rainbow I've been praying for all along the beachfront, we're in Italy (but it looks suspiciously like the Bahamas) - I'm trying to find the turn-off, but I can't remember which road it is I can see the thing from a satellite view, but I'm having trouble translating that to landmarks on the ground [empty suits of armor, the knights defender, every night for a week now] wait, are we traveling across the fens? or along the beach? is it a right turn inland? or a left turn? where is the water anyway? I talk about how the entire beachfront is built up now, with private houses. the beach is still accessible, but as you leave the village the homes don't end like they used to - they just get a little larger and grander it's a pain to live this far from the market - walking to get food would take most of a day. I would have to walk - but the people that live here own cars Jared says that it takes an in with the government to get this kind of land. he thinks we should try to ingratiate ourselves so that we can get our hands on the money. I think he's insane. we pass a group of soldiers holding AK-47s. my mother and I turn along the path that skirts the beachfront - I have my own weapon, and I don't want them to notice that I'm not part of their contingent. I will fire if I have to, but I am not here to breach the peace. eventually we reach the turning, or so I think - we travel inland for a little way until we reach the train-tracks that pass through the multi-storey car park. I put my feet on the ties and march along, but Mum won't come with me. she won't walk on the track. we return to the bay road. again, another turning - we travel inland a mile or so, past farms and fields and the odd stable and smithy. I think this might be the way, but soon enough we come to a chain across the road and a sign that says "private property, trespassers will be prosecuted." this is not the way. we turn back again. I don't know how to get to our destination. I know it's somewhere around here. am I the guide? or am I the follower? or are we both just drifting around without aim? I can see the camp in my mind, but I don't know how to get there. the casuarinas along the seashore whisper and moan in the wind. the air is damp - there's a front coming through. look straight ahead, nothing but blue sky

11-19-2009, 10:58 AM	#807
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	just skin and bone, really.

11-19-2009, 12:07 PM	#808
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	I dreamed my mother got her scan results back, and they showed that the tumors had receded significantly. My mother was annoyed and disappointed at this.

11-20-2009, 10:12 AM	#809
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	swan swan hummingbird Dan G., really? I'm waiting for him at my level of the hollow building, all fluorescent lighting and empty department store clothing racks. I'm wearing some kind of odd housedress or yoga outfit, but to go out with him I have to change into street clothes. Jeans with a khaki pleated mini skirt over them, for extra warmth. Gretchen approves. Outside I need to take him to the old studio, but it's down the road and up the hill (Wulff Rd.?) and I don't know the bus system. I take one bus but it doesn't drop me close enough. Another one heads the wrong way around the triangular layout of roads. We cross the train tracks before I get off. I ask directions, but nobody knows the way. I have the key to the old studio...but I don't know how to get there. the limestone hill cutting - a place I've been many times before in dreams, but this time I am not alone - crowds of people, automobile traffic - unlike the times before when it was just me or two or three

11-22-2009, 10:52 AM	#810
lukkucairi lichtzauberer Join Date: May 2006 Location: between the lines Posts: 4,654	oh lord, trouble so hard let me get this straight...I'm looking for some kind of a meal, and various people won't give me food. I have a package of dehydrated jambalaya, but I'm allergic to some of the ingredients (which include "whichever sausage is most economical at this time") - my cousin L tells me he knows what I'm like and he won't support me. this makes me instantly livid. oh, you know what I'm like, do you? well fwk you. I throw the cajun food over my shoulder and stalk away. as I make my way along the breezeways, I fall into step next to Gandalf. he knows there's something wrong, and he asks me (obliquely) what's up. [this is the same area where you once did skate tricks for me in a Mickey Mouse suit, btw] - I tell him about my relational woes and put my arm around his waist and lean my head on his shoulder. he is hugely large - I can't really reach all the way across his back - but he seems charmed by the gesture. he tells me that he has some crawfish etouffee back at his house - he can't stop for dinner, but I can go there and help myself. I thank him and he indicates the route to his treetop residence. indeed, there are thawing cooked crawfish with lemon juice to the left side of the counter, and I eat some gratefully. on my way again, I find myself in A's basement, having a very animated discussion with his brother. I've never met his brother - he's always been a shadowy presence and a rapidly slamming door - so to find out that he's tall, skinny, auburn-haired, with a large adam's apple and a motormouth is rather surprising. we talk for a bit, and I find out that A is over across the sea with his father, sorting some stuff out for work or school. I'm a bit disappointed, but his brother tells me if I hang out for a while they'll be back. oddly, they are - sort of. I find A on the rooftop of a house somewhere (by the stone folly?) working for a bitchy harpy of a lady who has agreed to hire him to fix roofs. there is a team of guys who are very experienced at laying asphalt tiles etc., but A is new to this game. he has a skilsaw and is set the task of trimming all the roof edges. he tries, but he's never done this before and he almost fwks it up. the saw rockets out of his hand and up around a chimney, then ends up dangling by its cord. we go to get it, but retrieving it involves minor mountaineering. by the time we're in a position to haul the saw back, the harpy lady is sitting below us using a blowtorch to ruin the saw. A flips out. he tells her to take the job and shove it, and then proceeds to tell her all about her character deficits from up and down the board. we climb off the roof and he shouts "I HATE YOU! YOU ARE A BITCH!" - she only laughs. A grabs a 7 iron and waves it at her threateningly. I think things have gone far enough, and shepherd us off along the road. "WTF is with these people?" A asks. I confess I don't know. I leave him at his house, and go searching for Claire K's baby stroller. the neighborhoods are all intensely mormon, and I'm disappointed to see people using iron skillets as painting frames instead of cooking implements. this damn stroller has to be around here somewhere [in the town below the hill - with the diagonal streets - I have been here before] - I decide to quarter the neighborhoods in my search, but realize that I just don't care enough. I'm standing on the streetcorner with a quarter in my hand with nowhere left to wander.