Destructive Dreamlog

[xoder]

This morning I had two dreams. The first had me at Brooklyn Bridge park and someone was talking about how hard it is to start a fire. I took a cloth suitcase, filled it with accelerants and set the Manhattan bridge (and most of lower Manhattan) on fire. I distinctly recall the image of the flames flying up the buildings. Then I tossed the suitcase into the East River, where it exploded in a lovely fireball. After that I was in Battery Park meeting with Joe and Kit from Fordham TKD and I was debating telling them that I did it.
The next dream was simpler. I was at a friend's house (the same friend featured in this friends-locked entry). She said something like, "No sex, no. Not unless IP2 goes down." [I distinctly remember "IP2", which must be some corruption from dealing with "eth2" and such at work all the time.] I said that was easy to fix and took my computer and started to do things to her router while she watched. She neither stopped nor encouraged me.

I guess I was in a destructive mood?

Comments

[kitteridge.livejournal.com]

Sounds to me like a creation and destruction mood. Creativity unbound!