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06 November 2003 @ 11:09 am
Random dream  
Yume: I am dreaming of Arlington National Cemetery. (For those of you who don't know, Arlington is this big cemetery in Washington D.C. that exists for the graves of soldiers and others that have died for the country.) There's been a huge incident of vandalism – in one night, 825 graves were desecrated. Urns that had been buried in small plots with a headstone were dug up and emptied in every one, and the headstones had been smashed
I wake up and go downstairs to eat breakfast. On the news, a reporter is saying that 728 graves at Arlington have been ruined. In some shots of the ruined graveyard, there are whole rows of freshly dug earth with smashed headstones and broken containers and spilled bits of ash and bone everywhere. In other shots, it's one grave surrounded by dozens of perfectly preserved ones. Everyone is horrified by the destruction.
On the news there is a camera shift to a troop of Marines, filmed earlier in the day when they hear the news. Most of the troop break away and run in horror – presumably to the graves, which I guess they're near – but two of them drop to their knees and pray. One of them is Jun, and the other is some gangly white guy with a large Adam's apple. Jun is begging the Lord to spare his mother's grave. (Don't ask why Jun's mother – still alive and kicking, by the way, as far as I know – is buried at Arlington. o_O) The reporter makes some smarmy comments about how these two didn't get along normally, but they were united in their desires to have everything work to the best. There is another camera shift and now it's Jun at his mother's grave, and naturally hers is one of the destroyed ones, and he's crying and absolutely miserable and I'm just chilling back in California, drinking a cup of milk. Amazingly, no one thinks to blame this on terrorists, even as they say again and again they can't believe someone – or even a team of someones – managed to do so much damage in a single night without anyone noticing.
I guess a couple of weeks pass because now we're at the mall, me 'n' Sailor 'n' Jun and the other Marine who was praying. The Marine is trying to cheer Jun up, but he goes about it in stupid ways, like making crude jokes about women's bodies as they walk by, and it isn't working as we sit it the food court at Oakridge, just hangin' out.

black
Your soul is bound to the Black Rose: The
Wicked.

"I am the wicked specemin of sin with no
profound logic to believe in. Hold me tight,
but don't hold me close, I go where I
desire."


The Black Rose is associated with manipulation,
control, and virtuosity. It is governed by the
goddess Psyche and its sign is The Tapestry, or
Crafted Love.

As a Black Rose, you may have a slight wicked
streak running through you. But whether you
are naughty or nice is up for debate. You know
how to get what you want and can work people
for what they're worth. You have great people
skills, but can sometimes be a bit of a control
freak.


What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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blackmage runs with daggers.ruien on November 7th, 2003 07:55 am (UTC)
well Death is often associated to change. it may not be a true death and often not a bad thing, rather than a drastic or sudden change in a person or event, a symbol for Large Change. remember, Death must come before Rebirth.
Leishu Lininu_ranma on November 7th, 2003 11:56 am (UTC)
Wow. You have more interesting dreams than I do, hun. ^_^
Marce (マース・・・天使の指切り)yubikiri on November 7th, 2003 05:57 pm (UTC)
If that had been one of my dreams, I would have tried to turn it into a novel.
Jasondelirium19 on November 8th, 2003 06:49 pm (UTC)
how disturbingly odd