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Aug. 27th, 2004 08:42 amSo, last night I had the weirdest dream ever about Raymond Watts.
Seriously.
Only it wasn't quite Raymond Watts. I mean, it was, but his face was all weird. Like he had a scar and stitches or something around the right hand corner of his right eye socket. And a nasty-looking scar that might have been a burn scar down the right side of his face. And his right eye was all deformed and blue. No, I don't know how/why this happened. No, I have never seen him in Manson-esque makeup and contacts. No, Raymond Watts is not a battle-scarred freak, he's a singer and musician with KMFDM.
He is also teh sexxor.
So it starts out and we're walking across the campus of my old college. Starting out from the anthro building across the quad. It's kinda nice. He's really tall. Must be wearing those thick-soled-might-as-well-be-platforms boots again. Plus, he's just really tall. We're holding hands, I think. I don't quite remember. Stuff happens, daily college stuff. My brain's already fuzzed over that part. We have dinner, laugh, talk. Why we're at college I don't know.
Dinner doesn't suck. Although that could just be the company. Ah, college geeks, how I miss thee. We go back to my dorm, curl up, go to sleep. We now pause for a second while I squee over having a dream in which I cuddle up with this lanky, beautiful guitar man.
*SQUEE!*
Thank you.
Daily stuff happens the next day. Blah. Also there's a brief interlude with some sort of event... or concert.. or somethign that I will detail later because there was no Watts. But then I find him again and it's all good, and we go back to my room. Which is now covered with spider webs for some reason and full of really big spiders. Like, the size of my hand. I try to squish them with shoes, but after they start crawling ONTO the shoes I stop that right then and there. The room is also about twice the size of your average double at that college, and looks eerily like one of my ex's rooms. I blame this on the fact that they're both British. Watts and my ex, that is.
He's over by the closet. Doing something. Probably with hisscary oh so cool coats. I tell him this room is full of spiders. And some of them are probably poisonous. He says we'll just go to sleep and they won't bother us. I ask him how I'm supposed to go to sleep in a room full of poisonous spiders. He says we'll go to his room, then. It doesn't occur to me to ask why he has a room on campus. Ooh. Maybe I'm shagging the new choir director.
... that mental image just destroyed what's left of my brain at this hour of the morning.
Anyway. He scoops me up into his arms (another *squee!*) and off we go to his room. Which is also covered in spiders. Bizarrely, the hallway is also scattered with those annoying beetle creatures from Diablo 2. Only they're about the size of real beetles. So confused. And I've clearly been playing too much Diablo 2. We go back out into the hallway and find that someone's already complained, because there are fumigator type people going from room to room. Cool. But now we get to walk around town hand in hand till dawn. Only after the first hour I tell him to go back and get some sleep 'cause he looks like crap. He does, too. Poor baby.
This is easily the coolest dream I've had in a very long time.
So I wind up walking around campus at stupid o'clock in the morning, just as it's dawning and it's all cool and clear. Those of you who have been on this campus? You remember what that's like? It's absolutely gorgeous. Plus there's a warm Raymond Watts in my bed. I never want to wake up.
At some point he finds me and we're wandering around together, winding up in what looks like an art studio/music building. Except this is the building from my high school. HUH. He's all in concert get-up now. Don't ask me why he's walking around campus in concert get-up. And not your standard KMFDM getup, he's wearing an uber-scars monster mask. With the one pretty eye and the one scary blue eye exposed, of course. Because with a set of eyes like that, you really don't need contacts. He starts talking to two men who are in the .. in the something business. I don't know. Something musical; recording? radio? He schedules an interview and maybe a concert or something. He's all slick and smooth and at one point flips up the latex mask and winks at me. 'cause I'm just sort of hovering in the doorway. I get this goofy grin when he does. We go out, looking through some costumes on the way. He's dragged me forward and introduced me as his thrall. So I play the part of the enslaved-and-seduced-by-dark-scary-man. Because I have been. And it's damn fun.
Cut to what I guess was the concert? Or something. Watts still has scar and the weird eye, but it's the normal scar and weird eye, as opposed to the latex mask. A bunch of friends from college are there in harlequin black-white-red getup. One of them, Myriad, watches me steal Watts's hat and then tries to compose a limerick about it. I suggest she should have stuck with 'the Cat in the Hat' and everyone laughs. Ends on that note. And with me clinging desperately to the dream.
Funny thing is, when I woke up my mouth had the aftertaste of club/concert. You know, that weird combination of cigarette smoke and beer, even if you weren't smoking or drinking?
The interlude. There's some sort of event, a concert, a game, or possibly we're in a movie of some kind? It's a race through dark places, factory type places, gangplanks with pipe railings. I'm following someone and dragging a blonde kid behind me. I say kid; really, he's only a few years younger than I am. Sweet kid. Looks vaguely like Jeremy Sumpter. Ish. Only older than I think Sumpter is now. We're running to something? Or from something? Or both? After a while we stop, and he's shaking. I'm not scared, but I think he is. And then I hold him. He reminds me of a certain young man of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cruelest_month's who's been giving us all trouble lately. You know who I mean.
( And for those interested in the voices )
Seriously.
Only it wasn't quite Raymond Watts. I mean, it was, but his face was all weird. Like he had a scar and stitches or something around the right hand corner of his right eye socket. And a nasty-looking scar that might have been a burn scar down the right side of his face. And his right eye was all deformed and blue. No, I don't know how/why this happened. No, I have never seen him in Manson-esque makeup and contacts. No, Raymond Watts is not a battle-scarred freak, he's a singer and musician with KMFDM.
He is also teh sexxor.
So it starts out and we're walking across the campus of my old college. Starting out from the anthro building across the quad. It's kinda nice. He's really tall. Must be wearing those thick-soled-might-as-well-be-platforms boots again. Plus, he's just really tall. We're holding hands, I think. I don't quite remember. Stuff happens, daily college stuff. My brain's already fuzzed over that part. We have dinner, laugh, talk. Why we're at college I don't know.
Dinner doesn't suck. Although that could just be the company. Ah, college geeks, how I miss thee. We go back to my dorm, curl up, go to sleep. We now pause for a second while I squee over having a dream in which I cuddle up with this lanky, beautiful guitar man.
*SQUEE!*
Thank you.
Daily stuff happens the next day. Blah. Also there's a brief interlude with some sort of event... or concert.. or somethign that I will detail later because there was no Watts. But then I find him again and it's all good, and we go back to my room. Which is now covered with spider webs for some reason and full of really big spiders. Like, the size of my hand. I try to squish them with shoes, but after they start crawling ONTO the shoes I stop that right then and there. The room is also about twice the size of your average double at that college, and looks eerily like one of my ex's rooms. I blame this on the fact that they're both British. Watts and my ex, that is.
He's over by the closet. Doing something. Probably with his
... that mental image just destroyed what's left of my brain at this hour of the morning.
Anyway. He scoops me up into his arms (another *squee!*) and off we go to his room. Which is also covered in spiders. Bizarrely, the hallway is also scattered with those annoying beetle creatures from Diablo 2. Only they're about the size of real beetles. So confused. And I've clearly been playing too much Diablo 2. We go back out into the hallway and find that someone's already complained, because there are fumigator type people going from room to room. Cool. But now we get to walk around town hand in hand till dawn. Only after the first hour I tell him to go back and get some sleep 'cause he looks like crap. He does, too. Poor baby.
This is easily the coolest dream I've had in a very long time.
So I wind up walking around campus at stupid o'clock in the morning, just as it's dawning and it's all cool and clear. Those of you who have been on this campus? You remember what that's like? It's absolutely gorgeous. Plus there's a warm Raymond Watts in my bed. I never want to wake up.
At some point he finds me and we're wandering around together, winding up in what looks like an art studio/music building. Except this is the building from my high school. HUH. He's all in concert get-up now. Don't ask me why he's walking around campus in concert get-up. And not your standard KMFDM getup, he's wearing an uber-scars monster mask. With the one pretty eye and the one scary blue eye exposed, of course. Because with a set of eyes like that, you really don't need contacts. He starts talking to two men who are in the .. in the something business. I don't know. Something musical; recording? radio? He schedules an interview and maybe a concert or something. He's all slick and smooth and at one point flips up the latex mask and winks at me. 'cause I'm just sort of hovering in the doorway. I get this goofy grin when he does. We go out, looking through some costumes on the way. He's dragged me forward and introduced me as his thrall. So I play the part of the enslaved-and-seduced-by-dark-scary-man. Because I have been. And it's damn fun.
Cut to what I guess was the concert? Or something. Watts still has scar and the weird eye, but it's the normal scar and weird eye, as opposed to the latex mask. A bunch of friends from college are there in harlequin black-white-red getup. One of them, Myriad, watches me steal Watts's hat and then tries to compose a limerick about it. I suggest she should have stuck with 'the Cat in the Hat' and everyone laughs. Ends on that note. And with me clinging desperately to the dream.
Funny thing is, when I woke up my mouth had the aftertaste of club/concert. You know, that weird combination of cigarette smoke and beer, even if you weren't smoking or drinking?
The interlude. There's some sort of event, a concert, a game, or possibly we're in a movie of some kind? It's a race through dark places, factory type places, gangplanks with pipe railings. I'm following someone and dragging a blonde kid behind me. I say kid; really, he's only a few years younger than I am. Sweet kid. Looks vaguely like Jeremy Sumpter. Ish. Only older than I think Sumpter is now. We're running to something? Or from something? Or both? After a while we stop, and he's shaking. I'm not scared, but I think he is. And then I hold him. He reminds me of a certain young man of
cruelest_month's who's been giving us all trouble lately. You know who I mean. ( And for those interested in the voices )
