I just wanted to throw this out there..in fact as far away from me as I can. Here is an incredible lifelike nightmare I had Sat. night. First is a
lengthy, but decorated version. Its a little lengthy, but it should be fun.
If you want, I summed it up below. Just scroll down. It's below the double lines. If you have a minute, though, give the first a chance. If you dont
like it, you can have your money back, and hold my stars for a week.
-----
Ever have one of those dreams that are so crystalucid that you wake, slghtly perspiring, and immediately focus your attention on how 'there' you
actually were? You have to adjust to where you've been lying for however long, as if you're somewhere new. You almost compare the validity of your
newfound state to the more familiar world you just left. You possibly feel...a purpose, as you watch that ambition stray into tiny thought bubbles of
fading electricity. I did, and I want to share it.
Please adjust the clarity of how you normally view dreams to lifelike.
Traveling home on a busy highway in my hometown, I remember staring up out of my windshield-more than watching the road, as usual. I like to ensure
that I see 'it', whenever 'it' happens (yes, even in dreams.) I love chasing storms, staring into stars, and paying a HUGE premium for constantly
running into things. I digress. Well, nothing happened, other than black ice skating my terribly treated Ranger across the median, into other cars. In
between the coming and going concrete snakes, before I reached the side with oncoming traffic, an EMP blast (or solar flare, I'm not sure) shut
everyones cars down, causing everyone to wreck.
I hopped onto the median that I gracefully slid onto and started jogging to the closest car. I'll spare you the extended semantics of exchanging first
aid(ONLY aid) and move on. After carrying what I had in the direction of the wind for awhile (terminal wanderlust), I encountered a large medical
station with people already prepared for this disaster. Two of the multitude greeted me quickly, almost too eager to 'help' me. Their behaviour was
not unlike a starving car salesman as they ushered me into our local mall. It had been completely redone to serve as a crisis center and recovery
station.
Newcomers were given vouchers and directed to another area of the brightly-lit and alien-looking refuge that had MOMENTS before peddled footware and
pretzels. Our first stop was FEMA's uniform depot, formerly a cell phone kiosk STILL reeking of expensive perfumes and colonges. We were given black
robes in dry cleaning bags and ushered along. As I fumbled along like any proper lemming should with the line, I looked up and wondered what was
powering this facility (former electrician), especially concerning Earth's newfound lack of it's former synthetic power grid. I noticed long, clear
pipes with blue liquid and electrtcity pulsing an intrusive glow along the path of it's network.
I stepped up 'next' to 'the' turnstile, and stepped onto a circular metal pad. It immediately started spinning me, passing me over a scanner of
visible light rays. Each nanosecond of passing the light, I traded my lightning glance between an incredible tower of glowing buttons, confused
lemmings, and bright-eyed salesmen wringing their hands to the soundtrack of their hypnotically comforting gaze.
I dropped gently into a glass tunnel-slide. Like the Boondock heroes at the end of 'The Goonies', I slid ferociously fast through a hamster hallway.
The faster I fell(?), the warmer the opiatesque glow of high-tech lighting became. Enthralled in the Siren's maritime glare of submission, I lost more
and more focus. Eventually the crescendo of rising light engulfed me, like an infant falling safely into her post-feeding slumber. I felt...good.
I awoke to exiting this heroinary amusement park slide in another holding area, to be lifted, by hand, onto my feet. I remembered something instantly.
For a brief second before my fall into their coma-induced dream within a dream, some intense beam rocked a flare into my right wrist. A beam scanned
it, and seemed to download internet juice into me. Like...whatever that intensly elusive field is that carries an internet signal was combined with my
DNA. It attached to my very bloodstream, unifying my principle of lifeforce with synthetic information.
Before I could bother with asking any WTFs, they turned my attention to the little endtable next to each tunnel exit. It was hard to miss, like any
other satchel with stacks of golden wealth. These incredibly lightweight sheets of glimmering metal were to be our new, and only currency. It was
unspokenly expressed that any fiscal exchange other than these was highly unadvisable. Never a real fan (or owner) of wealth, I shrugged and slid the
satchel's strap over my shoulder and moved on with the slowly digesting intenstinal tract of expressionless victims.
An old classmate from my high school years stepped forward, blocking the exit of the hallway. He snatched my satchel of crucial cash, and tossed it
behind him. Folding his disproportionally huge arms over his barrel chest, he offered no release from the hallway's closing grip. As he continued to
relocate each functioning effort of mine to pass, I became suddenly aware that he was stalling me to let his roustabout counterparts scatter like
vultures over my littered gold. Concluding their headstart, he turned to grab a handful and scamper off with his ravenous clan. I managed to salvage a
few remaining sheets of new-world tender and sit, dumbfounded by the irony in my lacking state of resource. I remember thinking that this is nothing
new, and that I will adjust.
Before the chill of reality formed itself around this setback, one of the 'salesmen' aproached me with a reasussuring smile. He told me not to worry
as his fellow workers nodded in silent agreement. That my purse would be restored before the 'day' ended. I realized immediately that these gold bars
were worthless, and the balance normally tying any economy together were absent. As this conclusion ushered in a clear view of this new enviornment's
instability, I began to see the proverbial 'man behind the curtain' of this pressing illusion. Before I could react to the sting of universal
betrayal, I awoke, lightly perspiring. I awoke, with a...purpose.
—----------------------------
--------------------------------
Here is the brief breakdown, and a personal view. If you read the extended version above, thank you! I love feedback, and eagerly welcome what you
see. I suspect many will perceive ET abduction, especially those considering the alien trend to resemble fallen angels as part of our upcoming Great
Deception.
I crashed my truck onto the median between the highway. At the same time, everyone crashed into each other
as an EMP/Solar flare killed power everywhere.
FEMA converted the local mall into a base, and directed everyone inside. We stood in line, were given our 'new' uniforms, and led to a crazy,
high-tech door. It dropped us into a vaccum tube, like the beginning of Futurama.
During the passage through the tube, a beam shot through our wrists, and placed a computer program in our DNA. After we woke up from the travel, we
were each given a set amount of new currency. It was like paper
I just wanted to throw this out there..in fact as far away from
me as I can. Here is an incredible lifelike nightmare I had Sat. night. First is a lengthy, but decorated version. Its a little lengthy, but it should
be fun.
If you want, I summed it up below. Just scroll down. It's below the double lines. If you have a minute, though, give the first a chance. If you dont
like it, you can have your money back, and hold my stars for a week.
-----
Ever have one of those dreams that are so crystalucid that you wake, slghtly perspiring, and immediately focus your attention on how 'there' you
actually were? You have to adjust to where you've been lying for however long, as if you're somewhere new. You almost compare the validity of your
newfound state to the more familiar world you just left. You possibly feel...a purpose, as you watch that ambition stray into tiny thought bubbles of
fading electricity. I did, and I want to share it.
Please adjust the clarity of how you normally view dreams to lifelike.
Traveling home on a busy highway in my hometown, I remember staring up out of my windshield-more than watching the road, as usual. I like to ensure
that I see 'it', whenever 'it' happens (yes, even in dreams.) I love chasing storms, staring into stars, and paying a HUGE premium for constantly
running into things. I digress. Well, nothing happened, other than black ice skating my terribly treated Ranger across the median, into other cars. In
between the coming and going concrete snakes, before I reached the side with oncoming traffic, an EMP blast (or solar flare, I'm not sure) shut
everyones cars down, causing everyone to wreck.
I hopped onto the median that I gracefully slid onto and started jogging to the closest car. I'll spare you the extended semantics of exchanging first
aid(ONLY aid) and move on. After carrying what I had in the direction of the wind for awhile (terminal wanderlust), I encountered a large medical
station with people already prepared for this disaster. Two of the multitude greeted me quickly, almost too eager to 'help' me. Their behaviour was
not unlike a starving car salesman as they ushered me into our local mall. It had been completely redone to serve as a crisis center and recovery
station.
Newcomers were given vouchers and directed to another area of the brightly-lit and alien-looking refuge that had MOMENTS before peddled footware and
pretzels. Our first stop was FEMA's uniform depot, formerly a cell phone kiosk STILL reeking of expensive perfumes and colonges. We were given black
robes in dry cleaning bags and ushered along. As I fumbled along like any proper lemming should with the line, I looked up and wondered what was
powering this facility (former electrician), especially concerning Earth's newfound lack of it's former synthetic power grid. I noticed long, clear
pipes with blue liquid and electrtcity pulsing an intrusive glow along the path of it's network.
I stepped up 'next' to 'the' turnstile, and stepped onto a circular metal pad. It immediately started spinning me, passing me over a scanner of
visible light rays. Each nanosecond of passing the light, I traded my lightning glance between an incredible tower of glowing buttons, confused
lemmings, and bright-eyed salesmen wringing their hands to the soundtrack of their hypnotically comforting gaze.
I dropped gently into a glass tunnel-slide. Like the Boondock heroes at the end of 'The Goonies', I slid ferociously fast through a hamster hallway.
The faster I fell(?), the warmer the opiatesque glow of high-tech lighting became. Enthralled in the Siren's maritime glare of submission, I lost more
and more focus. Eventually the crescendo of rising light engulfed me, like an infant falling safely into her post-feeding slumber. I felt...good.
I awoke to exiting this heroinary amusement park slide in another holding area, to be lifted, by hand, onto my feet. I remembered something instantly.
For a brief second before my fall into their coma-induced dream within a dream, some intense beam rocked a flare into my right wrist. A beam scanned
it, and seemed to download internet juice into me. Like...whatever that intensly elusive field is that carries an internet signal was combined with my
DNA. It attached to my very bloodstream, unifying my principle of lifeforce with synthetic information.
Before I could bother with asking any WTFs, they turned my attention to the little endtable next to each tunnel exit. It was hard to miss, like any
other satchel with stacks of golden wealth. These incredibly lightweight sheets of glimmering metal were to be our new, and only currency. It was
unspokenly expressed that any fiscal exchange other than these was highly unadvisable. Never a real fan (or owner) of wealth, I shrugged and slid the
satchel's strap over my shoulder and moved on with the slowly digesting intenstinal tract of expressionless victims.
An old classmate from my high school years stepped forward, blocking the exit of the hallway. He snatched my satchel of crucial cash, and tossed it
behind him. Folding his disproportionally huge arms over his barrel chest, he offered no release from the hallway's closing grip. As he continued to
relocate each functioning effort of mine to pass, I became suddenly aware that he was stalling me to let his roustabout counterparts scatter like
vultures over my littered gold. Concluding their headstart, he turned to grab a handful and scamper off with his ravenous clan. I managed to salvage a
few remaining sheets of new-world tender and sit, dumbfounded by the irony in my lacking state of resource. I remember thinking that this is nothing
new, and that I will adjust.
Before the chill of reality formed itself around this setback, one of the 'salesmen' aproached me with a reasussuring smile. He told me not to worry
as his fellow workers nodded in silent agreement. That my purse would be restored before the 'day' ended. I realized immediately that these gold bars
were worthless, and the balance normally tying any economy together were absent. As this conclusion ushered in a clear view of this new enviornment's
instability, I began to see the proverbial 'man behind the curtain' of this pressing illusion. Before I could react to the sting of universal
betrayal, I awoke, lightly perspiring. I awoke, with a...purpose.
—----------------------------
--------------------------------
Here is the brief breakdown, and a personal view. If you read the extended version above, thank you! I love feedback, and eagerly welcome what you
see. I suspect many will perceive ET abduction, especially those considering the alien trend to resemble fallen angels as part of our upcoming Great
Deception.
I crashed my truck onto the median between the highway. At the same time, everyone crashed into each other
as an EMP/Solar flare killed power everywhere.
FEMA converted the local mall into a base, and directed everyone inside. We stood in line, were given our 'new' uniforms, and led to a crazy,
high-tech door. It dropped us into a vaccum tube, like the beginning of Futurama.
During the passage through the tube, a beam shot through our wrists, and placed a computer program in our DNA. After we woke up from the travel, we
were each given a set amount of new currency. It was like paper
gold bills.
Some bully took mine. The FEMA people said don't worry, we'll give you more, proving it had no real value.
I realized I had been deceived into receiving the mark of beast.gold bills.
edit on 5-3-2012 by threewhiteeyes because: I'm going to bed.
edit on 5-3-2012 by threewhiteeyes because: Is it still titled
Hatte, and not Hatter? whatever, I'm tired.
edit on Mon Mar 5 2012 by DontTreadOnMe because: snipped dup parapgraph