(no subject)
Oct. 30th, 2002 06:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
redfishieI had strange dreams last night. the first very vivid about walking down the road with two other people and all of us trying vividly not to admit there was a man flying slightly behind and to the left of us trying to monitor our thoughts. his head was to round in a sort of abstract 3D drawing done in 2D space way that has then been brought into the 3D world. It was just a bit off and too symmetrical at the same time. He also had little marks in light gray coming off his head. He was trying I think to judge our reactions. Then the very large and well controleled space ship flew overhead (with power brakes and a nice refined controlled whooshing sort of noise, the sort of noise that inspires
confidence in your spaceship and makes you know you have a solid ride).
The ship itself was very clearly defined, with nice recesses on it's backside and a blue and meatllic gray theme. It had a rounded backside with angular plates, overlapping. The floating man was startled a bit by it. I don't think he had expected it so soon.
For our part we were just trying to not notice it, pretend it hadn't happened, hope we wouldn't be abducted, and were praying we wouldn't be the people to make first contact. It would be one thing to meet aliens when we knew they were safe, but quite another to meet aliens before that, when anything could go wrong...including germ interactions and culture faux-paus. Starting a war over something as simple as a handshake would not be good for the resume. It's different than xenophobic impusles against other cultures, at least they're human. I suppose though most people have qualifications about things that they use to keep the "other" away with. The dream repeated at least twice,
each time with the shock of seeing the ship a bit more vivid.
The next dream, when I woke up at 3 and turned my lights out, was about an old friend and some other friends. It's less clear to me now, but it was about how we've both changed and that our lack of contact has been long enough that I don't know if we were seeing each other more or less clearly as images from the past interfere. It was about the fact that sometimes time will take what once bound you together and changes it's meaning. I think it was really about whether or not we were still friends and whether we wanted to be.
It didn't really reach a conclusion, except for saddness over a friendship lost and time gone by when we weren't speaking. At the same time there was the ease of being around each other and having some boundaries understood. There was hope in it too...but it was a bit clouded. I woke up missing old friends, but not really upset about it.
there's an interesting old Gene Kelly film about this concept. It never won much popular acclaim, it was rather dark for one of his pictures. It was all about how time wore away on old friendships and lack of contact caused them to errode. Plus it had dancing.
Yep, nothing like a bittersweet friendship story with happy dancing. You can see why it didn't necessarily work. There is however a beautiful scene of Gene Kelly on roller skates. That man could move. I never was much into his style of dancing, I didn't like something about his flourishes or his ballet influences and how he used them to interpret movements. As a dancer though I do have to respect him. He made dance once again more available to the masses and more of a manly thing to do.
confidence in your spaceship and makes you know you have a solid ride).
The ship itself was very clearly defined, with nice recesses on it's backside and a blue and meatllic gray theme. It had a rounded backside with angular plates, overlapping. The floating man was startled a bit by it. I don't think he had expected it so soon.
For our part we were just trying to not notice it, pretend it hadn't happened, hope we wouldn't be abducted, and were praying we wouldn't be the people to make first contact. It would be one thing to meet aliens when we knew they were safe, but quite another to meet aliens before that, when anything could go wrong...including germ interactions and culture faux-paus. Starting a war over something as simple as a handshake would not be good for the resume. It's different than xenophobic impusles against other cultures, at least they're human. I suppose though most people have qualifications about things that they use to keep the "other" away with. The dream repeated at least twice,
each time with the shock of seeing the ship a bit more vivid.
The next dream, when I woke up at 3 and turned my lights out, was about an old friend and some other friends. It's less clear to me now, but it was about how we've both changed and that our lack of contact has been long enough that I don't know if we were seeing each other more or less clearly as images from the past interfere. It was about the fact that sometimes time will take what once bound you together and changes it's meaning. I think it was really about whether or not we were still friends and whether we wanted to be.
It didn't really reach a conclusion, except for saddness over a friendship lost and time gone by when we weren't speaking. At the same time there was the ease of being around each other and having some boundaries understood. There was hope in it too...but it was a bit clouded. I woke up missing old friends, but not really upset about it.
there's an interesting old Gene Kelly film about this concept. It never won much popular acclaim, it was rather dark for one of his pictures. It was all about how time wore away on old friendships and lack of contact caused them to errode. Plus it had dancing.
Yep, nothing like a bittersweet friendship story with happy dancing. You can see why it didn't necessarily work. There is however a beautiful scene of Gene Kelly on roller skates. That man could move. I never was much into his style of dancing, I didn't like something about his flourishes or his ballet influences and how he used them to interpret movements. As a dancer though I do have to respect him. He made dance once again more available to the masses and more of a manly thing to do.
