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hkellickI don't understand this or why it seemed so dark and dreary.
I was at RIT, an alternative RIT.. and I was a superhero, but one who had somehow failed.
It was always dark.. not unseeable dark, but really dark.
The proof of it remained at RIT, an ugly abandoned building where water poured out the side of one room and came like a gusher through the middle of it.
In truth, the room had been a trap, apparently laid by ex-friends:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kareila and arabella.. to hurt me and to make me realize how I had failed and was useless. I don't know how the trapped had worked.. what had transpired. But it had been effective and I knew I had lost.
For reasons unknown, I kept flying through the room..
At one point, I even looked at the side of the building where large white billboard were a nasty tidbit of conversation between arabella and I.
Finally, I'd had enough and I used my super heat-ray vision to blast the pipes to stop the water flow. It didn't make me feel as better as I might have liked.
The dream didn't end there, but that's the part I remember at the moment.
Sorry,kareila, I don't think of you as an ex-friend. Not sure why you popped up in there. *shrug*
I was at RIT, an alternative RIT.. and I was a superhero, but one who had somehow failed.
It was always dark.. not unseeable dark, but really dark.
The proof of it remained at RIT, an ugly abandoned building where water poured out the side of one room and came like a gusher through the middle of it.
In truth, the room had been a trap, apparently laid by ex-friends:
kareila and arabella.. to hurt me and to make me realize how I had failed and was useless. I don't know how the trapped had worked.. what had transpired. But it had been effective and I knew I had lost.For reasons unknown, I kept flying through the room..
At one point, I even looked at the side of the building where large white billboard were a nasty tidbit of conversation between arabella and I.
Finally, I'd had enough and I used my super heat-ray vision to blast the pipes to stop the water flow. It didn't make me feel as better as I might have liked.
The dream didn't end there, but that's the part I remember at the moment.
Sorry,
kareila, I don't think of you as an ex-friend. Not sure why you popped up in there. *shrug*
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Date: 2003-07-07 07:11 am (UTC)Which one is Isaac? I never really cared who was who.
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Date: 2003-07-07 07:27 am (UTC)I'm not saying you're missing out, but the music is quite good, for music that was ACTUALLY written by a bunch of underage (at the time) kids. Otherwise, Tash wouldn't have two of their CDs.
-A-