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17 December 2005 12:16My away message last night:
I'm sleeping, probably having weird dreams.
You might be in them! o.o
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AntoniusMrc: how was your sleep?
Angelus Imbrium: Weird!
Angelus Imbrium: You were in my weird dream.
AntoniusMrc: uh-oh. what was i doing?
Angelus Imbrium: Being a crazy photographer.
AntoniusMrc: whoa. that is weird.
AntoniusMrc: who else was in your weird dream?
Angelus Imbrium: You don't know the half of it. I'll tell you what I remember.
AntoniusMrc: lol ok
Angelus Imbrium: The only part of it I remember had to do with this blue painting, it was on this canvas that wasn't stretch-framed, so it rolled up. (The blue painting was full of blues and greens. It was just a canvas of a single colour, the whole thing was painted. There were also some splatter dots of red/brown in a random place on the canvas, I think one red dot and two little brown ones, and then a blue bump. Might have been in the upper right hand corner of it. Or in the middle. Maybe they changed places. It was a pretty painting, if a little... like... a color wash.)
Angelus Imbrium: And I had gotten it for some reason--well, it was just painted especially for me or something. And then I was at this theatre watching a movie (the lights remained on), And suddenly all the world around got really hot, like the air in the room was out of breath, and I could see everything through this kind if heat-wave haze, but I wasn't affected.
Angelus Imbrium: The only person who was there was you, who I went to go help, and I went down and kept asking like 'Where's Teresa? Where's your wife?' And then she came running over, and she was this gorgeous mulatto woman with all this black hair and like purple lipstick.
Angelus Imbrium: And she was going to yell at me for being another woman near him when she realized it was me, and thanked me for helping, and when she got there the heat wave stuff stopped.
Angelus Imbrium: When I was leaving to go back to my seat, she was saying something to you like, 'You know--you can ask other people for help. Just because you know she'll come to help you if you need it, doesn't mean you need to bother her all the time.' or something.
Angelus Imbrium: And then I went back to my seat, and she was helping you past me and you stopped and kind of slurred, 'You know, you're so nice... we should get married.'
Angelus Imbrium: And I was like, 'You already have a wife, she's right there.'
Angelus Imbrium: And then for some reason, I pulled out the blue painting, which I think Teresa hadn't liked before, and unrolled it, and for some reason the heat or something had made the paint flake off it in these huge paint flakes, and I was trying to pick them off the floor and put them back on the painting and Teresa stopped to say, 'You know, I don't know why, but I think I kind of like that now.'
Angelus Imbrium: And then I woke up.
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I'm not joking. My subconcious is way vocal.
I'm sleeping, probably having weird dreams.
You might be in them! o.o
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AntoniusMrc: how was your sleep?
Angelus Imbrium: Weird!
Angelus Imbrium: You were in my weird dream.
AntoniusMrc: uh-oh. what was i doing?
Angelus Imbrium: Being a crazy photographer.
AntoniusMrc: whoa. that is weird.
AntoniusMrc: who else was in your weird dream?
Angelus Imbrium: You don't know the half of it. I'll tell you what I remember.
AntoniusMrc: lol ok
Angelus Imbrium: The only part of it I remember had to do with this blue painting, it was on this canvas that wasn't stretch-framed, so it rolled up. (The blue painting was full of blues and greens. It was just a canvas of a single colour, the whole thing was painted. There were also some splatter dots of red/brown in a random place on the canvas, I think one red dot and two little brown ones, and then a blue bump. Might have been in the upper right hand corner of it. Or in the middle. Maybe they changed places. It was a pretty painting, if a little... like... a color wash.)
Angelus Imbrium: And I had gotten it for some reason--well, it was just painted especially for me or something. And then I was at this theatre watching a movie (the lights remained on), And suddenly all the world around got really hot, like the air in the room was out of breath, and I could see everything through this kind if heat-wave haze, but I wasn't affected.
Angelus Imbrium: The only person who was there was you, who I went to go help, and I went down and kept asking like 'Where's Teresa? Where's your wife?' And then she came running over, and she was this gorgeous mulatto woman with all this black hair and like purple lipstick.
Angelus Imbrium: And she was going to yell at me for being another woman near him when she realized it was me, and thanked me for helping, and when she got there the heat wave stuff stopped.
Angelus Imbrium: When I was leaving to go back to my seat, she was saying something to you like, 'You know--you can ask other people for help. Just because you know she'll come to help you if you need it, doesn't mean you need to bother her all the time.' or something.
Angelus Imbrium: And then I went back to my seat, and she was helping you past me and you stopped and kind of slurred, 'You know, you're so nice... we should get married.'
Angelus Imbrium: And I was like, 'You already have a wife, she's right there.'
Angelus Imbrium: And then for some reason, I pulled out the blue painting, which I think Teresa hadn't liked before, and unrolled it, and for some reason the heat or something had made the paint flake off it in these huge paint flakes, and I was trying to pick them off the floor and put them back on the painting and Teresa stopped to say, 'You know, I don't know why, but I think I kind of like that now.'
Angelus Imbrium: And then I woke up.
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I'm not joking. My subconcious is way vocal.
