I wonder if Lori slept in her new shirt and had Keanu dreams?
It's always nice to have him show up in one's dreamscape. The catalyst for my fandom was a dream, actually. It happened after that first night I was up late saving pictures to my hard drive. Didn't know anything about him, really. I hadn't seen The Matrix yet, but he was wearing the long coat. It was so vivid I thought about it all the next day. His presence was so intense I could smell him. DreamKeanu smells like power. Raw masculine power. We did a lot of running, with him holding my hand and dragging me along. There were times when he would have to fight something unseen and I was sort of crouching at his feet. In between swings he would reach down and touch my head, reassuring me or something. I knew there was chaos all aroud but I felt safe there. Like I said, I thought about the dream and of him over the next day. I hadn't dreamed, or at least remembered a dream for about 2 years before that. So I knew that it was somehow significant. I don't attach anything mystical to it, but I noted that my subcon was trying to tell me something.
I don't believe in dream analysis, I think that everyone's mind works differently and dreams are just subconcious parsing of information. Sometimes things are symbolic, sometimes not. I think that maybe sometimes they are a dress rehearsal. Maybe it's just your brain's way of sending you a message or giving you a treat. Sometimes you just need to lay there. Work shit out. The human mind is so very strange.
(guh, I think I exceeded my daily allotment of "sometimes" and "maybe")
Anyway, the whole purpose of this post is really just so I can mention....last night?
Hoopty Sex Dream.
Yeah, baby....spoony | from inside the mind of krix at September 17, 2002 11:33 AM .