is falling down

[thejunipertree]

I had rather unsettling dreams this morning. Strange and uneasy. I dreamt I saw six buildings in London go down. Just...fall to the ground. Collapsing. Rubble and dust everywhere. But, it was completely silent.

I'm sure it's a throwback to the images of the World Trade Centers going down that I've seen on television and in magazines. But, it still shook me. London for me is what NYC is to Carrie. It's the city of my heart. I don't think I'll ever set eyes on it again, not in realtime at any rate. But, it still exists in my dreams. And I can still step foot in it in those.

And to see it wounded like that, to be given such an enormous scar...
Well, it's more than a little bit shaking.

I feel a bit silly for this.


oh, I hate them all.
I hate them all.
I hate them all.
How have I offended thee?
Wrap your tender arms around me.
Oh Lord, oh my Lord.
Oh Lord, oh my Lord.

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[peet.livejournal.com]

Apocalyptic dreams, I've read, usually stem from an unconscious desire for change. And/or a conscious one, of course.

At any rate, it's one of those dreams that will not come true exactly as it was dreamt... hopefully.

I'm reminded of a dream I had recently -- I was sitting in a car, in the backseat, and there was a horrendously huge building off to my left. It began to collapse, and as it did, thousands of little bullets came at the car, crashing through the windows, coming so close to my face that I could feel the sting of the air rushing past. No sound.

I wouldn't be bothered if I didn't have deja vu so damn much. Dreams like that chill me.