ext_182502 ([identity profile] julietveiled.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] psalm_onethirtyone 2006-02-19 06:56 am (UTC)

To the tune of By the Way That They Dance, because it's what's repeating on my iPod (I love this band), I present you with Ian Malcolm/Dream:

Chaos. There was nothing but chaos, and black and everything was swirling around. (His head was swirling, his eyes felt like they were spinning in his sockets--)

nothing but chaos--

--somewhere in the blackness, there was a voice (something kind of soothing, a lullaby kind of voice) that kept saying words, and he didn't know what they meant, but he heard morphine more more morphine morphine morpheus more...

more and more and morpheus and

(black, swirling stars in orbit)

and there was a figure in the blackness, made out of the blackness. Something, someone, tall and the swirling stars stopped spinning, to fall into his eyes.

(more more morpheus morphine more, the lullaby went)

"Close your eyes," the starman said, or sang, or intoned, or - and he did, because they were still spinning, and his head hurt and so did his chest, but his leg, curiously, didn't hurt at all, and he knew it was because the morphine had taken effect (because the morpheus had touched the wound) but wasn't it easier just to close his eyes, to stop seeing all those twirling, chaotic stars, and sleep? sleep, to sleep, and maybe he'd dream...


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