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Aug. 2nd, 2007 07:02 amMany strange*, detailed dreams lately. Last night I was in a comic store with a lot of people. It was undecorated, just basically tables with longboxes full of comics. I'd left with people (regulars?) and come back later, and the proprietor was flinging attitude, questioning my commitment or something. I started talking about the sheer pleasure of comics, finishing up with something about how even the smell of that much printed paper stored together was something so good that sometimes I'd just lean over and deeply inhale. The store guy went from contemptuous mocking to near awe and deference, but I wasn't jockeying for position nearly as much as just enjoying the opportunity to talk about something I liked.
Then there was some strange, gothy tour group going into a large tunnel structure, or something (dark red-brown stone, huge opening, like in a cliff or mountain) underground. I was tangentially associated with them, but stopped off with some friends at a small, local goth type club that also sold books and magazines (?). There were two people, a guy (tall, very thin, dark hair) and a girl (medium height, blonde, slightly heavy build) that I sort of knew. The latter was sort of distressed, which faded into happy determination as she decided to "do it". Then I was circulating around the club, noting that I'd left my jacket, extra shirt and shoes on the table that was sort of an indifferent coat check, and that there were different people gathering at the entrance, waiting for something. The guy told me the place turned into a fetish club after a certain hour, and they were there for that. Then he wanted to show me something in the parking lot, so I stopped to get my stuff, and saw on the same table a collection of fetish clothes, catsuits with shoes attached, and spanky toys as if designed by GWAR, which just confused me. I grabbed my gear awkwardly, and headed out, where the gothy tour group was coming back out of the tunnel, and the blonde girl from earlier was in a large, shiny black old muscle car, gearing up to drive it into the side of the club, exactly centered on the wall where the magazine stand was. People were gathering to watch, but I woke up before anything happened.
I can't help but think my dreams have been trying to tell me something this week, but I don't think I'm fluent in the language.
*strange beyond the fact that I remember them
Then there was some strange, gothy tour group going into a large tunnel structure, or something (dark red-brown stone, huge opening, like in a cliff or mountain) underground. I was tangentially associated with them, but stopped off with some friends at a small, local goth type club that also sold books and magazines (?). There were two people, a guy (tall, very thin, dark hair) and a girl (medium height, blonde, slightly heavy build) that I sort of knew. The latter was sort of distressed, which faded into happy determination as she decided to "do it". Then I was circulating around the club, noting that I'd left my jacket, extra shirt and shoes on the table that was sort of an indifferent coat check, and that there were different people gathering at the entrance, waiting for something. The guy told me the place turned into a fetish club after a certain hour, and they were there for that. Then he wanted to show me something in the parking lot, so I stopped to get my stuff, and saw on the same table a collection of fetish clothes, catsuits with shoes attached, and spanky toys as if designed by GWAR, which just confused me. I grabbed my gear awkwardly, and headed out, where the gothy tour group was coming back out of the tunnel, and the blonde girl from earlier was in a large, shiny black old muscle car, gearing up to drive it into the side of the club, exactly centered on the wall where the magazine stand was. People were gathering to watch, but I woke up before anything happened.
I can't help but think my dreams have been trying to tell me something this week, but I don't think I'm fluent in the language.
*strange beyond the fact that I remember them
