> frozen feets
there i was, zipping around with my art department guys, trying to set-up this mock sci-fi-looking bus stop; a humongus one, with an outdoor canopy somewhat resembling a circus tent ... half an hour more before calltime and the camera crew had started to arrive and unload ... the pressure was intense, the pressure was on ... and with the set developing a semblence of form, i dashed off to prep the set for the next scene ...
venturing into a huge building with gothic windows and lush drapery, i chance upon a study with a desk which i thought would make a great reception counter for the "confrontation scene" and promptly grabbed it and lugged it to the front door ... as i opened the door, a red siren light went off ... a group of nuns in white habits were at the doorway when i squeezed thru and stared at me in mild shock ... i was stealing the table (but i was gonna return it laterz, really!)
and as it hit the cobbledstone road outside, my feets were unmovable. they were rooted unto the ground ... time was running out and i had to escape the location so i wouldn't get busted by the fuzz ... but my feets listened not to me ... and then i woke up ...
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i hate it when my feets freeze, especially in my dreams. the feeling of being stuck in a single spot, legs encased in cementblocks and the anguish of not being able to move any closer to your destination ... the desperation, even if it's in a dream, premeates beyond the waking and seeps under your skin (at least for me) ... and i do so hate waking up feeling shitte ...
i wonder what all these represent ... a subconscious alarm to my consciousness? for that's what i believe dreams are for ... together with dangling loose unresolved issues and prophetic possibilities ... am thinking hard if it was meant as a metaphor for my current state and situation of life ... but my head is muddled and i'd just dismiss this as another dream of dreams ... and i find myself wishing for moreporn passionate dreams aahhaahahhahahaha
i have needs too, ya know? ... or maybe my needs ain't all it's cracked up to be ... heh :p
venturing into a huge building with gothic windows and lush drapery, i chance upon a study with a desk which i thought would make a great reception counter for the "confrontation scene" and promptly grabbed it and lugged it to the front door ... as i opened the door, a red siren light went off ... a group of nuns in white habits were at the doorway when i squeezed thru and stared at me in mild shock ... i was stealing the table (but i was gonna return it laterz, really!)and as it hit the cobbledstone road outside, my feets were unmovable. they were rooted unto the ground ... time was running out and i had to escape the location so i wouldn't get busted by the fuzz ... but my feets listened not to me ... and then i woke up ...
... ... ...
i hate it when my feets freeze, especially in my dreams. the feeling of being stuck in a single spot, legs encased in cementblocks and the anguish of not being able to move any closer to your destination ... the desperation, even if it's in a dream, premeates beyond the waking and seeps under your skin (at least for me) ... and i do so hate waking up feeling shitte ...
i wonder what all these represent ... a subconscious alarm to my consciousness? for that's what i believe dreams are for ... together with dangling loose unresolved issues and prophetic possibilities ... am thinking hard if it was meant as a metaphor for my current state and situation of life ... but my head is muddled and i'd just dismiss this as another dream of dreams ... and i find myself wishing for more
i have needs too, ya know? ... or maybe my needs ain't all it's cracked up to be ... heh :p
