mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
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The Aqueducts of Washington, DC.



Oh, so I've been sleeping terribly for like a month now. You know, I used to have terrible nightmares; well, I still do, it is just that when I start whimpering in my sleep, I now have someone to protect, or more accurately, kick me. Jennifer's theory is that my bad dreams tie into my sleep apnea, but I still favor my hypothesis: spiritual warfare. I don't remember most of them from this month, but I do remember the two most recent, so if you are one of those crybabies who loves to complain about how they hate hearing about people's dreams (& what's the deal with airplane food, anyway?) consider this your invitation to am-scray. In one, which was more a real nightmare, I was an archeologist with fordmadoxfraud. We were at an archeological dig, I don't know where but I sort of feel like I want to say that it was a site of Roman occupation in North Africa. I don't mean that factually-- it was dream logic, after all-- but just in terms of character, just descriptively.

We'd gotten some artifacts & gone back to the apartments where we were staying. Sort of a combination of like, those tiny cubical "grandma" apartments of the 70s with lots of terra cotta. Tattooine meets tschokes. The one I was staying in had the shower stall at the foot of the bad; one of those tile squares with one glass door. The wall of it opposite the glass door was mirrored & both had been smashed, crinkling like safety glass. As if someone had punched them, right at head-level. I was sitting on the bed & starting to feel like...well, a serial killer. Just murderous urges. I hid my face in the lined up shattered halo, then took it out, then put it back in. Luckily, I totally know how to handle feeling like the Joker, so I swallowed it, & got up. It was a curse, a curse to kill, but I'm a hex breaker. FMF wasn't so lucky-- he came in with one of the Damascus knives we'd found, trying to kill me with it! & I found out I had been cursed-- I could only call him "Ted." As in "Ted! Wake up! You're cursed! Dammit, I mean Ted! Ted you're cursed!"

The other dream wasn't really a nightmare, but just a large, long, languid dream. I know what it stems from-- I am going to Washington, DC this weekend-- but it didn't stop the dream from being beautiful. The sort of washed out palette of the Númenórean ruins of the Lord of the Rings movies, or Skyrim or Shadow of the Colossus, only more so; you know, the kind of thing that the CGI in those movies & games are trying to evoke. It was the ruins of Washington, DC, vast aqueducts & arches, huge things that spanned miles, and thousands of them. A river the size of the Amazon running through "gates" of sugarfloss stone, skyscraper tall & miles long, arch after arch, some crumbled, some fallen, most standing. Dotting the river were fountains, turbines, spinning flowers of the same stone. Just gorgeous, & for some reason Jennifer was dressed up like Catwoman from The Dark Knight Rises. Just gorgeous. We were exploring around, sometimes on the roads, sometimes clamboring around on massive toppled monoliths, sometimes getting in the water.
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