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I'm out shopping at a huge ikea type mall with my mom when i bump into an old school friend of mine, presumably a bit distant, reminiscent of friends of raist who were at outram institute [1] - the kind who are quite different but whenever you meet them you still have a good chat with them. he asks me to come to an event. | I'm out shopping at a huge ikea type mall with my mom when i bump into an old school friend of mine, presumably a bit distant, reminiscent of friends of raist who were at outram institute [1] - the kind who are quite different but whenever you meet them you still have a good chat with them. he asks me to come to an event. | ||
| − | + | fastforward and i'm suddenly we're sort of at where i live. its full of boxes and someone's come to pick me up because i'm moving somewhere else, but the boxes are full and the room is scattered with many papers - my precious old essays which i really wanted to reread when i had the time. i dont know what to keep to throw out, and yet i can't carry it all with me. | |
| − | we're | + | suddenly we're in a car, four of us, on the way to the new place i'm moving to, which is apparently a youth hostel type place. in the car i am struck by a persistent but vision of the front car passenger having their hair replaced by grass which grows out slowly. the person in front looks a little like rich. what i comprehend from this vision is that it must mean that the place that we are going to is of sinister portend - and that they murder children there. how i come to this conclusion from imagining my friend's hair growing out as grass, i do not know, but i'm pretty sure of the evils of the place i'm headed to. |
| − | + | in the car the passenger next to me gives me a colouring sheet with the outline of a building, and asks me to guess where we are going. i colour it in, and when i'm done, it transforms into the real life image of the place and we are there. the entire building is made up with doorways. | |
| − | + | at this point i have the distinct impression that we are simply extras on a film set. lots of children like us are running around and unable to leave. (but then no one is really trying very hard to escape) i privately think to myself about how the director of this film is pretty lucky to own the building so that he can just use it to shoot his film in. | |
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| + | in the next scene, a young girl is jerking off with a sausage and like always the kids are all running wild around her. the rich child murderer who runs the panopticon colony of kids is repulsed at her show of sexuality. he leaves the room.. the rest of the kids take turns to put a finger up her pussy. everyone licks their fingers in a pact to escape. | ||
[1] - what comes to mind is that one incident when i met raist's friends at a playground and they were smoking by the slide but i had the impression we had a conversation about very childish concerns which seemed at odds with them smoking at the playground to the consternation of the old folks and small children playing around us. | [1] - what comes to mind is that one incident when i met raist's friends at a playground and they were smoking by the slide but i had the impression we had a conversation about very childish concerns which seemed at odds with them smoking at the playground to the consternation of the old folks and small children playing around us. | ||
Revision as of 02:51, 11 October 2009
2008/001 DREAM ABOUT A RICH CHILD MURDERER MAKING A COLONY
I'm out shopping at a huge ikea type mall with my mom when i bump into an old school friend of mine, presumably a bit distant, reminiscent of friends of raist who were at outram institute [1] - the kind who are quite different but whenever you meet them you still have a good chat with them. he asks me to come to an event.
fastforward and i'm suddenly we're sort of at where i live. its full of boxes and someone's come to pick me up because i'm moving somewhere else, but the boxes are full and the room is scattered with many papers - my precious old essays which i really wanted to reread when i had the time. i dont know what to keep to throw out, and yet i can't carry it all with me.
suddenly we're in a car, four of us, on the way to the new place i'm moving to, which is apparently a youth hostel type place. in the car i am struck by a persistent but vision of the front car passenger having their hair replaced by grass which grows out slowly. the person in front looks a little like rich. what i comprehend from this vision is that it must mean that the place that we are going to is of sinister portend - and that they murder children there. how i come to this conclusion from imagining my friend's hair growing out as grass, i do not know, but i'm pretty sure of the evils of the place i'm headed to.
in the car the passenger next to me gives me a colouring sheet with the outline of a building, and asks me to guess where we are going. i colour it in, and when i'm done, it transforms into the real life image of the place and we are there. the entire building is made up with doorways.
at this point i have the distinct impression that we are simply extras on a film set. lots of children like us are running around and unable to leave. (but then no one is really trying very hard to escape) i privately think to myself about how the director of this film is pretty lucky to own the building so that he can just use it to shoot his film in.
in the next scene, a young girl is jerking off with a sausage and like always the kids are all running wild around her. the rich child murderer who runs the panopticon colony of kids is repulsed at her show of sexuality. he leaves the room.. the rest of the kids take turns to put a finger up her pussy. everyone licks their fingers in a pact to escape.
[1] - what comes to mind is that one incident when i met raist's friends at a playground and they were smoking by the slide but i had the impression we had a conversation about very childish concerns which seemed at odds with them smoking at the playground to the consternation of the old folks and small children playing around us.
