Parsing dreams

2010.12.28

A virtual reality feature.  When it looked like the movie was over, it picks up again.  Surprisingly, most of the audience stayed in their seats.  This is one of those rare sequences where the next follows where the previous left off.

The next one puts the virtual world into a Matrix form, where the world ‘protectors’ have to kill off “threats.”

In the final dream, I’m a real protector, with a floating avatar.  The daughter of one of the important characters is living on her own.  After building a structure to finish the area she lives in, two invaders show up.  One of them look like Garrett Morris (SNL).  The other was a white guy.  After she froze them, one of us put a minute-grenade bet. the two, conjoined.  They later managed to break free, but slowly.  What was that, I say after I hear a sound.  We see that they were in the kitchen, trying to eat cereal, as if there was a...slow...breakfast.  A happy family ending of four?!

2010.12.25

Methodical, technical... I haven’t been logging much here since logic and art don’t mix.  Like trying to pass a diagram as an art piece, too much of my meager perfectionistic work has bled into my dreams.  I would call my goings on pretentious, but the word cannot qualify; the resulting quality of my tireless work is far too low.

2010.12.17

Watching a girl for her protection...and I look like a creep in watching from different locations.  (She isn’t supposed to recognize me.)  My perfectionism leaks in, as the ‘singlemath’ stuff needs to, in some way, apply at the scene for completion.

Two images I long-ago illustrated on two windows (only in the dream), one being a mock-up of a dictator, the other being some sort of candle/torch w/ good shadows.  I silently request animation for the candle-thing, and it burns, flames out.  I silently request it back to its static form.

Marathon/TNG/The Matrix crossover!  Supposedly, this is done on the old, slow machine, but looks more like it came from the Holodeck, or something.  A demonstration of the power of (the mind): a giant bed of rocks outside...after a dumpster.  At some point before, there was some Marathon BOB tracking (in homage to adding “exploda-BOBs” on the fly).

I call up Morpheus, and a low-level Matrix character to fight a “Dianna Troy” character that turned out to be real!  She stole something, I think.  The Morpheus mock-up (looked a little Asian at times) laughed, and PG-13 cursed when I sold him the truth that he was just a character, not real.  The only way that I could tell that I wasn’t in the Matrix is that the environment didn’t have a green tone...

2010.12.14

Dream: Marathon action leads to an arena that fills w/ magma but the walls come down, so climb the walls.  I talk about the experience to another person.

Lastly, a confidentiality agreement leads to an espionage flic, where the hero spy shoots the bad guys in the head, one-by-one...they wanted a woman to go to motel room #1, but she went to #5...they kill some.

2010.12.06

Losing the memory...A coastal park place for one end, but we never got past the entry.  The entry, and its kind, had a similar feel to that of Two Lights.  Its ground, however, was of stone.  It was partly closed the second time we got there.

Somewhere to get away?  An interactive/friendly side.  A different location.  A table?  Arcade/pizza place?  I don’t want to be too specific because it was very brief—the middle stage, in a real-life type of dream.

The middle part: an ‘artist’ wants all of his models to be the same, and square.
I’ll just get to the kicker (off-er).  This part reflects more the GeoCities forum. (Not much there.)  Would you believe that I my English now is than those there?  I find that someone has taken my identity on a software news site, but the guy does a far better job than me!  He had the nerve to call himself Adam P too.  Pi Revolution turned into an SNES-quality, family-friendly game that has nothing to do with the story.  Also, as a relative name, DOOM Pi...  Even my sound editor was copied—and for Mac OS X!  However, the render-blending feature—seen in the rawaudio program—isn’t there.  (Basic QD modes only, and screenshots told the same.)  I thought the “lewd/crude” for some sort of TOS reflected my Pi Rev., but it appears standard looking back; it was at the top of each blog post.

2010.12.06

GeoCities was sold to a commercial company...not a nightmare, but still.  Then, Bill Maher being more responsible, more professional, and w/ a higher voice.

2010.12.02

After several dreams throughout the week, and even for today that I have major trouble recalling...
Multi-color LED, automatic color change (RGB); cycles through blue to magenta, to red, to yellow, to green.  I look inside to see a chip—case already had a 4.7 K resistor, making the 1 K series resistor I added unnecessary.  I showed it off a little.  There was some electrical shorting in moving things around.

2010.11.26

The ability to kick in Marathon?  To kick Meatwad-like aliens?  So many of them.
Once again, better, forgotten things were dreamt.

2010.11.25

Somehow I was still in school, but not attending.  Pissin’ for like, five min. (estimated how long, in-dream).  Someone asked to walk through area....but I was hosing it down, hardly aiming for a urinal.  The only lighting was a TV screen...

Somehow, an adventure movie was running on FNC, but when a major plot point came up, the movie was stopped.  Bret Baier, I think: if you want to see the rest of the movie, go to Amazon.com and enter the access code [code]... and now, back to Gl—.

The Cowboys, or some other NFL team, was promoted.
Later, Neo gets someone to “die”—wake up outside of the Matrix, but the guy winds up stuck on a roof, and nowhere to jump off.  If you see the cast of The Walking Dead in the trees, you’ll know I foresaw it.  (Maybe.)  That adventure was too long to fit into one two-hr. movie.

The trials of life, corrections of spirits.  All lives are trials.

2010.11.17

A SMW game made from scratch: fresh cut-screens, more color, and so on.
Lastly, being held hostage in the home until I get the plastic broom...and wake up from the dead end.

2010.11.16

Some Marathon/DOOM/MazeWorld merge, where I get trapped w/ low health.  Red and yellow colors, openings are closing, burning edges/areas.  Things were more interactive before this.  And I can’t seem to succeed with a saved game.

Later, some reality show pseudo-bowling challenge?  “You don’t have to play a perfect game, but you do have to knock down the most pins in a short amount of time.”  And that bleeds into...

A multimedia player demo site that you can sign up on as a member.  I apparently did; the URL works.  Large banner—stupid website thing acts more like a YouTube page.

2010.11.15

Influenced by Is It Real? (difficult hoop shots) and last night’s ep. of The Simpsons, a class rivalry brews bet. me and J.  Seat orientation, the build-up of phlegm in my mouth were I have to find a sink to spit it out.  J. keeps looking at me, and I keep giving looks.  The work from the rivalry pays off; I am ahead of the class.  A successful stage play came up?

There’s an ending tradition of getting a basketball into a basket many, many meters up, within a stadium and crowd.  Typically, players would simply circle the pole to jump high enough.
I instead shoot from the crowd.  And not only did I make it in, but there was enough bounce that it went in, and bounced back in twice!  Because the sch. official in charge wasn’t paying attention, I had to ask the audience how many times it went in.

2010.11.14

South Park kids deal w/ that “fruity little club” again.  You know, the one where Chef got brainwashed, returns and dies.

2010.11.12

Realistic; it was (almost) like a typical day.  One of the few things I remember is that I ate some chocolate—the other half had a mold film on it, so I discarded that...I hope.

2010.11.11

Some crappy computers in the middle dream, and the problems people had with them.
Later, a real-looking movie, a character/actor that does a lot.  You find out at the end that he has been hallucinating somebody in the room whenever he goes berserk and breaks stuff.  Getting around a lake?

Why?  Why can’t I remember the good stuff?  Should I put paper near the bed?

2010.11.09

From pretending that my left leg is mostly paralyzed, right 50%-paralyzed (and walking down a sidewalk like that), to trapping a group of rodents w/ plastic tape.  Instead of gnawing through, they rammed into the tape end like bulls/moose/whatever.  When I quickly pressed down, I saw strawberry-like noses...I killed two.

I saw a catalogue that was supposed to be family-friendly had costumes for Halloween, some of which had skin-colored suits (Shakira, Lady GaGa)... the dark back-end cover was explicit: a woman bending over from behind, her face made it obvious that there was a split opening between her le...

2010.11.08

Getting into alien tech., a unisex machine (to annul gender)...the unconvincing portrayal w/ the (BBC?) show I’m watching—you can still make out boobs on the female actors.
I try to tell my mother about how the rising life expectancy will approach immortality, how responsibility will be put above age (nature’s way), but she typically dismisses me, walks into the other room, away from me.

2010.11.03

A clear reversion of Super Mario Bros.: after completing a level in an extraordinary way, still in fire mode after shrinking.  Seeing that I’m on a green planet, the above planet disintegrates, NES quality.  Retroland is a good name.
The short of the sea song, and that Springstein song (don’t rock the cradle).

2010.10.28

Setting up the speakers in the bedroom?  The speakers’re packaged better than the unsoldered mess I actually have—the left tweeter is mounted on the woofer.  The sound quality while in the bedroom was quite poor.  Imagining sound in-dream must be difficult.
The content?  Flashbacks— older footage of shows...different timely hair styles.  1990s and 2000s.  And for the Hallowe’en edition of a radio show, screaming to a song.  Stereo— different voice for each channel, as if AM was ever calibrated for stereo sound.

The time on the clock was 5:5x; the program runs four hours later than this.

2010.10.26

Last one turned into an ep. of The Simpsons.
On an icy island, a man is banished, almost killed by the king—he thinks this guest spoiled his daughter.  Our man walks a distance on the snowy coast, the lack of food and clean water catches up to him: a mono-toned god’s voice in the dark cavern.  He manages to walk back, but the place is flooded—streets submerged like Italy.

The whole matter becomes a legal matter with chief Wiggum.  The Simpson family gets involved, but they get pulled into the legal mess, trapped in boxed cages of plexiglass.  Some weird stuff happens here a la the writers’ room, such as b&w duplicates.  Lisa manages to find a way out via music.  She dances around the circular hole on the top of the cage, frees the others using this method, but they’re all stopped again.

This time it’s a matter of the principal’s capacity to store the rewards of the moves(???).  Lisa finds a solution: “let’s see if ABC can help us out on this,” and plugs a coaxial cable into the wall.  Their moves are broadcast to work-out gyms everywhere (TV screens in modern days).  The episode ends with Milhous falling asleep, waking up w/ no pants, bottom half pixelated: “hey— has anyone seen my pants?”  Beyond PG, he starts touching himself.  I hear laughter in the room...

2010.10.25

Workplace scheme, rap, code (QuickTime)—printed toward the right of the screen, model w/ triangular bathing suit and pants being photographed.  I just got 11:11’d!

2010.10.23

Stunts in a gym or large warehouse, where some of the ‘spark streams’ jetting up to show off/dazzle destroy one of the ceiling lights.  And in lightning effect (???), multiple lights were flickering in synch.

Waking up, I thought for a new sport that’s just awful, what girl would want to be part of it?  Chicks in a Jackass-like crew?  I don’t know...

2010.10.22

Some get away, some challenged humiliation, and...I can’t remember much of anything, even though it was worth the experience.

2010.10.17

Last dream dealt with testing out some sort of macro-mechanics...in competition, I sped past the competitor under normal settings—long stretch, up, down, another stretch, a bridge, whatever.  I then tried out the mechanics improvising horse legs; I zoomed past the competitor, but he gradually caught up.

2010.10.16

Some kind of history-themed class; there was changing of outer-clothing at one point (coats, a sweater for me).  And then there was a 45-min. test that I’d somehow forgotten about.  The test featured questions in puzzled form—some kind of rotational thing, where you had to rotate circles to read it, like a 2-D Rubik’s Cube mess.  Items I could make out: Alan Cumming; 100 people mistakenly went to Christina Ricci website for Christine O’Donnell’s (not important history!); perhaps a Moby Dick-like question w/ a word I don’t know, so I assumed it was another term for death.

2010.10.15

Vacation-type (to spy?), bridge (something homely?), bypassing a giant (Marathon blah), defeating the giant to get to some higher place.

2010.10.11

A lot of amazing/annoying things...I can only remember the part where I’m in a public place developing, Wolfenstein 3D™-type stuff for a Marathon project, or what have you—for scenery, and enemies to shoot at.  There’s a compact disc character...and it’s throwing CDs?  You have to chip away at this character.  Marathon Infinity is not capable of doing that to monsters.  Again, better things were dreamt.

2010.10.??

Dreams have been the sort that fill in the gaps lately, and I’m not able to recall much but a purple-violet Meatwad (ATHF) that scrubs itself out of existence in my soapy hands—just dissolving out of dispute.  And from a car?  I cannot put a date on it.

2010.10.07

The later part that I can remember... Kari Byron, in taping, wearing glasses/goggles, microwaving a seal for some experiment; affected, the seal has a big giant smile; I am on the left side, seeing big, cartoonish teeth (Chicklet™-sized?) on the seal... After noticing me there (and another person?), there was walking to the door (ousted?), and before you knew it, I was now part of some kind of kids’ show/movie.

So far G-rated, an alien posing as a girl is following me around.  Other people saw me and the “girl” there, as I interacted not so pleasantly with them in proving her existence, yet everyone just walked on as if nothing happened.  I could not remember my deposit box no., nor did I have the key, so the alien transformed some other guy’s key...while the owner was still there, a little annoyed.  After putting the key in, turning it turned the whole top of the small array of boxes over and open, exposing two; one empty, the other on the left contains only a small stick of gum.  I unwrap the gum and start chewing it.

Walking down a large, airport-like walkway where large windows expose the outside to my right, the show turns PG as the banter gets a more adult—pregnancy talk, the word ‘dick’ is thrown around.  With my own words, I seem to finally get the alien to go away...already miss it.  By the end of the hallway/walkway there was a small set of stairs going down.

2010.09.30

A no. of wonderful dreams, yet I can only remember the stupid ones... bad jokes and a sold-off vent-attached red thing w/ insects; in the same classroom-esque room, I notice a TI-83 on one desk, and a TI-84 on the other—influenced by a Staples™ cat.?  I test the TI-84.  In graphing mode, I enter sine-this, cosine-that, but the viewing window and formula kept changing.  I did manage to get the wave patterns, but they were very limited in info/resolution beyond basics.  The owner comes back, asks me why I’m holding it.  I respond with, “I was just testing it.”

Lastly, peeking through w/ some kind of X-Ray or cyclical insertion, where, at one point, I could see my sister having a three-way w/ boyfriend and another girl.  My sister knew I was in the room a couple of times, telling me to get out, waiting until I had left...mostly.

2010.09.29

Murder investigation, serial killer, police catch him...not quite—and it gets weird in how he evades them.

The lastmost dream was merely nonsensical for my age... it has my mother, in not attending the house for an hour or two, hiring a babysitter to drive me somewhere, to a movie, she suggests.  When the babysitter gets to the house, and I was in the car, she was talking to her boyfriend.  Minutes later, she got in the car, and pulled out of the driveway.  Bored, I started playing songs w/ my mouth.  There were no gaps in the driving sequence; it was realistic for its plot.  I want her to notice, so I start playing Starf***ers, Inc.  That’s where she turns on the radio, but only garble comes in.  Right bef. we arrive at a store chain w/ DUNKIN’ DONUTS, I tardily start to tell her that she doesn’t need to do this, but before I could tell her that I am 26, she parallel parks and tells me, we’re here.

2010.09.28

Detective team turns dick team... shopping w/ others bused—repeating path as ghost appears on right view in woods, exposed (trees cut).  The embarrassing thing is one of the dicks is using his... it catches on w/ one other.  It gets settled somehow.

Lastly, needing help w/ a very confusing math test where new questions keep popping up.  A middle finger 2-D plot like a Mac cursor (w/ right lower side about flat) for one of the questions?  I use the graphic calc. all the way up to the impossible “all area/space outside.”  Infinite?  Things last so long that I missed another class, but I get my other tests back—some 100s, but 25s and 7s as well?  Missing answers w/ yellow correction circles for “incomplete.”  It’s about 9 a.m. now?  I“m supposed to meet up, but these senseless, if not insulting math Q’s tell of a falling grade pt. avg.

2010.09.26

Red Eye selection contest; while I attempt to kill a bug off a bathroom wall that is climbing up a silk web—not a fly nor spider, I hear Gutfeld saying, a delight, as the show ends.  And the contest, like of a trivia game, fails because of unions...Beck: can’t even play a trivia game(!) because of the unions…it would hurt the private sector.  Huh?

2010.09.24

Undercover Parenthood taking on globalist fatcats, such as Soros...I put on a black-bkgd. website the rolling light effect around text being entered, ColorOfCha—I wake up before I am able to finish.

2010.09.23

The clock is resetting because of the bed pushing its cord back, knocking the outlet; I look, but there is no outlet but a brown wire coming out of the wall.  I try to find an adapter in the pile for the clock, but I recall that these crappy clocks take three lines, not two.  (In real life, I made an isolation transformer converting 12V to 6V/6V out of a small bell core.)  Oh, look, I got resonance of this piece of wall, of a corner to the kitchen.  No, it was already coming off, and—another cord!  Red this time...

Frozen gas station, out of commission for a long time.  Simpsons do some really loopy things.  Political stuff, as well?

2010.09.21

Toward last-most, SimCity™-type on a computer, downloading a trailer movie “flattened”—over 140 files (a flattened movie would actually have it all in one file).  I can see the vertical position on the bottom of the window go over 4,000 as the files are created in the directory.  The overloading of files, like stadiums ’n’ crap causes a blackout in the city, and I don’t have the money to make up the power plants.

I manage to enter the city on foot when closed; know the blind spots in security.  Timing is crucial.  Food stands... there were close calls... look at the Radio Shack®.

Even later, a 500-page L. L. Bean catalog?  I stalled a model I hired for hours—the sun went down, but she’s still patiently standing there?

Waking dream: live censorship?  Bars over nude women?

2010.09.20

Dreams revolve around getting a CC Radio, and then it being stolen in the car?  There was a sporting event?  Blah.
Super Mario World, and the false assumption (or lie) that I’ve played a direct sequel.  I talk of future tech in this room of players (from the past?).  PCs doin’ games best, Crysis the photorealistic example I come up with.  PS4 in the works.

As a comedian, using colored pencils to illustrate lights going out for a slowly delivered story...people were walking away.  A bad politician steals the spotlight for the ender?

2010.09.18

Later of earlier: CNN, said to be completely live, but they cut to a package—T.J. Holmes?  Cooper?
Most of the later dreams revolve around being at a building, watching mkt. shares...or emulating Zoidberg (Futurama) for sex?  Predictably failed; wet (under)pants for nothing.  (A lot of dumb stuff.)

Getting away fm. a hostage situation, along w/ another person, distracting to escape, only to enter a big library—have enough time to get through and out?  Disabled a motion sensor by making it fake?  Some of the plots may be longer than I’ll ever remember.

The final sequence is...watching security monitors.  A guy sitting I’m talking to has an excellent personality.  I tell him about the obvious buy-off/move for two mkt. indices I just saw.  The conversation lasted into the waking dream.

2010.09.17

Unable to recall what happened earlier, but it ends w/ hills, flying a plane to escape...turned into a flight sim. scenario, crashing all of the time.

2010.09.16

Note: contains sexual content.
Future world, TDS/CR at what looks like a castle, leading into, or part of Futurama, masturbation of the future: matching reproduction of your head on a small device to give oral on oneself—a button on the device turns it on.  Tommy Lee Jones, and other recognizable actors were in this production... they were waiting for me to finish, in an area of people using their device.  People were arrested.  I couldn’t get the holographic thing to physically do anything—I would imagine that that capability would cost extra.  I didn’t pay for it, going in.

Next dream ends w/ somethin’ influenced by Dr. Baden’s appearance on Red Eye this morning.  Bobby Hill (King of the Hill) performs an autopsy on a dead guy from/in a bus, but the twist is the guy is still alive.  There were names and scores on a chalkboard (maybe influenced by Jefferson), best student for a challenge in the district...

Lastly, as I was spreading peanut butter on bread on top of a used thin black tray w/ lower subdivision on the left—I thought I had cleared enough of the prev. junk off, setting the bread slice on the higher right side.  Margarine or mayonnaise...or something white...-ish.  Iyuckh.  I say, screw it.  I can’t help but overhear K.O. on the radio?  Acknowledging that he is doing talk radio, he gets the feeling that his career is over?

2010.09.14

An earlier dream had some walking and scheming—a green (grass) path, and a no. of safe-wheel-locked doors for another.  At the end of the path, w/ another person, a b&w TV pops up; it turns color TV, then stereophonic, and then able to hook up to audio-out, but not by jack—it was a bare connection; the other person was able to directly connect to the television!

Held responsible?  I don’t know.
Later dream: idiotic rookie day at FNC, where they’ putting up packages that have poor edits, screwing up the cablebox frame buffer timing.  Dow Jones Index, and other giant 3-D bars—a complete mess on the right side of the 16:9 screen.  At one point, you start to hear commercials audio over the program.

Lastly, bootlegged NES stuff.  One of the files in an archive I downloaded is simply named “TENNIS”.  I try to find my emulator, but no, I trashed it (fm. real life).  Apple menu folder, subfolders are different, to say the least.  I try the bootleg version of SMB, where multiple fireballs are shooting out of certain pipes—this game brings more screen resolution and performance than the real computer can.  A flying fire-Mario?  And once I exit through one of those pipes, it turns 3-D... character seduction?  By the orange plant?  Like Boehner and Obam—no, there’s “love” in the air, as one gets snagged into the other, then let out...

2010.09.13

Later, old-style vending machine—demo. of the real thing on top instead of seeing items within in front.  Art. sweetener the secret ingredient for Dr. Pepper?...Another school-oriented dream?  Ga—...F@%#in’.
After using the machine, one of the other students doesn’t like that I’m repeatedly counting the remaining coins.  I total 20¢ for 2 dimes and 2 nickels.

Some stunt/demo. that uses a fog machine...
In the classroom, seats were moved around.  Things get really embarrassing when my new form of algebra is introduced (blue bubbles for parenthesis expressions)—the teacher(s) just had to put focus on me.  I wasn’t called out as top student (exceptional score).  We moved back to our prev. seating arrangements, and class was over.  I thought I had stuff in my locker, but can’t remember the no.; I figure the no., but can’t recall the combo.  Fog in the hallways (from earlier).

2010.09.12

Some kind of exploration of ancients, caves—turned into a video game...I am a fool; I ruined it.
Later, something that looks like a Jason Bourne flick: steal a car, remove the radio in effort to remove OnStar or GPS Tracking device?  I don’t remember who this character was, but I buy a new car, over this stolen one.  An agent visits me, asks me about the stolen car, suspects me.  After I show him the mostly-finished paperwork on the new vehicle, he drives me in the car to where my mother is staying at—why does it have to come back to her?  Why did the stealer remove the radio when the OnStar thing up top has an on/off switch that is red/blue for each state—this unreal stuff is even in the manual.  “All the (stealer) had to do was turn this switch off,” I say naively.  (Bugs/tracking devices come in many different forms.)

I download a necessary s/w pkg. onto Zip Disk.  After I tell the agent that he missed a necessary turn, he apologizes and turns around.  I have a bunch of old floppies I’ve been meaning to compact into one small box, but there is one too many.  I decide to get rid of one labeled “Dumbit”, the old crap—I tell the agent that the integrity is likely gone anyway, but he doesn’t seem impressed at all.  We arrive at the motel.

2010.09.11

My dreams are getting perverse in the wrong direction.  Let’s just say this last one involves scheming, a car, a strip joint, walkways... and exposed urine pathways underneath, where I fell in at one point—okay, I’ve said enough.
Tracking down a hooker w/ a pink leg thing women wear at a wedding... why can’t I remember the important things that happened?  I can seem to no longer be able to get more than eight hours of sleep, and exactly at a time when I need it!

2010.09.10

Dream ends with...naked cooking on a bus?  Trying to attract customers we’re driving past?  I can’t seem to remember what happened before that; dream-state memories aren’t supposed to have backward references.

2010.09.09

HTML on paper?
Looking for discovery Network docs in one part of an earlier dream; in the later dream, concise, acting in a do-what-you-want way (w/ limits).  Plenty of in-dream “waking up,” at one time, it’s night (still overestimated the time slept), walking into the kitchen to turn on the light, write down my dreams (but I’m still dreaming!).  I know it was fake; the global lighting was blotchy.  Some sleep was knocked off because of rain, but I still managed to sleep through it.  Some scripting software success has given me more confidence, and I’m not taking crap anymore—that’ll have a profound effect on my dreams.

2010.09.08

Earlier: The msg. is, basically, the powers that be need to keep people in a box.
Later: Action sequences, like in a movie, leading to a Marathon sound extractor program w/ bad English.  Finally,...sexual content I won’t describe...in detail.

2010.09.06

Some kind of syndicate, mate tested—he’s able to form memories (in dream/fantasy context) so he can fool a new form of lie detector test.  Things eventually go bad, and we try to off some of these bad guys before they escape.  A long fight to the finish, me and the fat one—I stretched his limbs across the train tracks and third rail, but nothing conducts!  It was a struggle getting here, but it didn’t work out.  I’m then constantly trying to reevaluate just how to do it, and get away with it—I have no disguise, and there are cameras all over.

2010.09.03

A repeat of an ep. of Star Trek: The Next Generation...that doesn’t exist.  Trapped in a war bird...trap, someone with exceptional skill destroys them.  A chip, turning as it rises.  Awe—instead of a reward, the guy’s “locked in” by security when something’s up.

2010.09.01

The PI Revolution, or rather “The Green PI Revolution.”
This is the scene where we’ve gotten a lead, and entered a building where our past friend, who’s changed after vomiting green, has been—a gravure/companion place?
Up the stairs, and around.  The boss goes to a room on my right.  I stumble on a familiar face.  I enter the room, and what do you know—I see a green PI on the table to my left of the room.  Our old friend was here!  The woman was there, fine as ever, apparently not exposed to the green virus.  I ask to see photos, but the Japanese photographer declined.  I say, then, “my boss is in the other room...he will torture.”  My bluff was successful.
I call the boss, and watch the pictures cycle.  It’s our guy, alive, well, and standing out as the only Caucasian in the room.  The boss enters, puts a flash drive into the front USB port of the computer, and downloads.  Our guy, just before he turned, with at least one scantily-clad Japanese companion sporting a Moe-like hair cut, all of them laying on the floor in different positions throughout the photo collection.  He was having the time of his life.  It’s been a long time for us—to see him so happy...it—s been a long time since we’ve seen him alive at all.

2010.08.31

Earliest dream: some kind of parallel universe thing.  Different ways of getting to the top.  More activity years ago; emptiness now.  With fellow students, we went up the stairs.  In the room before us, modern computers disguised as LC Macs?  Mac OS X customized to look like older OS’s?  I stored my book in the part of the backpack that I used to have my light jacket in—the middle.  This area used to be teeming w/ life... but now, I have to do a test.  I’m not reading the test booklet—I can’t do it!  There are plenty of kids spending effort on mobile devices, just as I waste time on my “graphing calculator.”  There may have been an ep. that dealt w/ being in the house—I’m now drawing blanks.

In the last dream, I’m in the car, in a thunderstorm.  I’m not going, I say.  Momo ran from car, and into the building.  I played w/ what looked like the same graphing calc.  My mentally-simulated world falls apart when I try to look for rain drops in the storm.  Amazingly, I wake up at exactly the time I said it would be on the clock: 3:30 p.m.!  The clock is turned to the side, so I couldn’t have read it prior to waking up here.

2010.08.28

Something leads into driving, where one of the passengers is riding on the direction of movement, having to turn around when the vehicle reverses direction.  The car is driven to a cave-like tunnel, the ceilings having a yellowish tint.  This cave-like area rides the story into an underground area, where the equipment is old.  Ancient black & white televisions are being turned on.  They show static because of the DTV switch.  I get into talking about the newer technology, the 1920x1080 of high-def digital television.  There are more people there at this point than before.

2010.08.23

The earlier dream was a bit freaky.  Some company is using ancient CFLs in ads, sometimes swinging them around, breaking them.  One broken one on the wall glowed despite being broken?  There were some international aspects to it; conflict at the end.  There was some interesting, consistent stuff going on in general.  And like most dreams, I forget the point.

1234…50464... and some alpha characters on an “old box” w/ a red circle on it.  Fixing cables for static, an audio problem.  I notice a DVR box.  Like tracking on a VCR, I notice all sorts of KHz slide resistors on these boxes.  Before you know it, a black dog is getting in the trash outside.  I hit the window, signaling it to shoo, but it gets a slice of pizza out of the garbage, and walks off w/ it.  I somehow go outside diagonally, and try to trap the dog.  I am now in some basement-type area, and I am picking up odd remote controllers.  I settle w/ one for a weapon, but I fall asleep waiting for the dog.  I wake up for real.

2010.08.22

More classroom-esque stuff, going into A.I. stuff in water, seats that were expansive/distant for protective reasons, as this thing in the water or along the tops of seats but within bounds—it sort of plays out like a dumb videogame at these points.  Before that, a trust gathering...and tests.  Much like in Dateline, trust experiments, yet no cameras—just “people” like me.

2010.08.19

Another long zombie tale.  Looking around the corner, sounds, a member goes missing in a building.  Later on, we’re in the trees?  Plenty of shells...

2010.08.18

More Marathon stuff w/ specialized Infinity stuff never implemented, such as a cyborg or android of a “good guy” w/ nuke device launcher of something in the middle of his torso.  After he was disabled, I propped him up to defeat an enemy by triggering the secret weapon.

2010.08.21

A presumably Swedish name, MER…ja, the pronunciation key for a hot teacher I recognize, in the end of a catalog, the left page animated?  I have to admit that it turned hot enough—my fingers were getting stuck to the inner tube of the toilet paper roll (still in the dream).

2010.08.16

Travels 2 land lord; G.B./left.

2010.08.15

I forgot the earliest dream, so here is the final:
On the top of a newspaper page, two Do-something (name) sudoku-like puzzles.  On the left, a 12x12, the other, on the right, a Variable-Length one—very wide.  The Solutions above/below give you a (corner) pattern, such as 2 2 for the smaller, two pattern lines under Solutions 1 & 2 for the larger.
As I become virtually awake in this dream, I hear talking on the radio, even though the radio isn’t on.

2010.08.14

First dream, forgotten; second dream, aliens picking off humans, except children (I’m one of them, saying, no children); real-life (emulated)—Momo was home, Beck does a game show of a program w/ many contestants on TV.

2010.08.09

Failed/non-relationship(s) between characters.
Collecting cereal items on the ground, after a box(?) was spilled, a boy is throwing jellybean-like yellow cereal pieces(?) toward me, and I collect them, like others on the ground.  He doesn’t stop, so I move to the right, causing his throws to hit an older teacher of a woman that was there (looks a bit familiar...).  She chides me, so I tell her that the kid is the one.  In response, he pins me against a wall, tries to get me to act like a movie/slide projector(?) by rolling aluminum foil into a ball, attempts to put it in my mouth.  I can’t call for help because my mouth is closed (to prevent the Al from damaging my teeth).  Struggling with this dead end, as I shouldn’t harm the boy, I wake up.

2010.08.07

Jotted rhymed...
I saw much live-action stuff; vivid and clear enough.
You would see the parking lot; before the school, hallways and whatnot.
Not quite human, I saw a super-nice lady.  I saw no motives in her that were shady.
During a time where the building was closed for a few days, some kids lined walls w/ posters, color pencil drawings—colorful in many ways.
A woman entered a side-door to the lobby, where Beavis and Butthead to the four I saw was kind of a hobby.  During a walk, I thought I’d be accused, although evidence would be very shoddy.

2010.08.06

A lot of dreams happen when you fast, right?  Baseball w/o locker room, but a chute...
Hallways w/ activity stuff.

Marathon map making—doing a sequel, not having to then; mucking up the time window.

2010.08.05

A take on American Picker, Pawn Stars: Dumpster Wars.
An offensive mess.

There was another dream?

2010.08.03

In acting, a cross between Ringo Starr and Keith Richards screws up a performance on stage—a dead body, where Mick Jagger is pointing at it.  All of this after a female player/contestant urinates herself.  Jokes fly around.

A long Marathon ride in an earlier dream—bad guys were glowing blue—influenced by Through the Wormhole.  Worthy stuff there.

2010.07.31

Power windows or power-something devised by moi somehow, at the Hannaf—.  Braggin’ got me kicked out of the car.  I was kicked out before my destination, w/ only cassette tapes.  This is later, and somebody else is living at the place.  I enter, the kids are going down the stairs, and then I walk up.  And somehow, the people there recognize me, but not the other way round.  The black woman at the top of the stairs is her sister.

The kids are playing, and I watch them go down the hall to my left after I sit for some food.  I don’t know this woman, but I eat.  It’s great, I say, recognizing it — cheese and broccoli rice.

2010.07.28

Middle one, I get into emulation of a 6441(?) processor (doesn’t exist).

Last one, I get access to a computer on the end of a grocery store, can’t quite remember the URL to the clique website, so in failing, I get a 404 error in Portuguese?  I finally resort to typing in ap.jonir— I wake up.

2010.07.26

Maybe five profound dreams, but I can only recall two (this is what I get for not being able to write/tape on each...and having a bad memory).  The third involved a woman?
The second one involved a print shop that still uses gray 1000s series PowerMacs w/ USB (and a weird symbol for the port), and timely printers.  This may have been influenced by the fact that there is only one camera film developing place of its kind left in the world.

One of the final dreams involved a reaction to the gory scene in True Blood where Tara bashes in her captor’s head w/ a mace (medieval war club w/ spiked metal head).  Did she really kill him, or was that a dummy in the bed?

2010.07.24

Earlier dream is a The Crazies-like movie, where the gang is depleting in numbers as people are being bitten.  At one end, we’re trapped in a building.  Thinking we’re safe, with food, and a vault-like panic room...it turns out one of the “crazies” were hiding in the panic room, and then there were two!  Start over.

Later on, the new area eventually starts to mimic a location nearby where I live in real life, with the bridge, and the hill, yet it falls apart around the area of houses up the road; there may be a lake (that doesn’t exist in real life).  Things go downhill as people start going missing; shotguns aren’t enough...

The final dreams ends with a long Jeopardy, where it looks like one of the contestants has gotten disqualified later on—how does that happen?  And at that point you have demonstrations for answers (in the form of a question).  The producers decided to go on without one of the contestants after he took a long break, and after he finally came back, the female contestant had already racked up twenty-something thousand dollars.  The dream died after that.

2010.07.22

Some elaborate (dreams), last one inconsistently trapped, but there are plenty of people around me.
After escaping, one is to punch me in the face, but I pull myself back—hits one of his own guys?

2010.07.21

Finishing a version of Dumbit (ancient), authoring script, no time to finish it here, may do that at the library— no, do it here.

2010.07.20

A Marathon scenario...with dragons?

2010.07.19

Out of a couple of dreams, a unique one has me looking at internet preferences on my graphing calculator.  I am also reminded of the piece of plastic that broke off of the cap, stuck in the comm. hole...there is no web access there.

2010.07.18

Ends with some storytelling class.  I use colored pencils to convey in an image — roads, a mountain, plane plans, and so forth.

2010.07.15

A let’s get the hell out of here kind of movie where people are building a ship(?) to escape from some...thing.  A lot of preparation went on, but the fact that the whole was a simulation is acknowledged; influenced by Little Ashes—the execution scene, I would be picking off BOBs about to shoot.  Okay, so there was a Marathon base to the junk.  Somehow, toward the end, there needed to be a blowj—(influenced by Greenberg).

Metabolism is much higher in dream state; things are rushed; I would be moving my arms in a waking dream, and they’d be moving slower in-dream than when awake.

Typing in dream stuff of mistakes by political figures while Countdown is on...
At Persona, we can’t say that you’ll be able to to keep your hopes and dreams, but we can say that we’ve lost a lot of your money.

2010.07.12

Texture authoring, new editor for...Marathon.  There was some trouble in getting to author textures, but eventually, I turned the (Sewage-set) brown/green texture into something warped, applied to a wall that it looked like a cave wall—curved inward, 3-D.

The last dream featured naked ladies...

2010.07.10

Some comics on the strip come to life!  Consistency runs out for the text when reading...
A metal man has to be stopped (via EMP) after going berserk, breaking out of the garage of a setting.

2010.07.09

A pair of elaborate dreams.
The first, influenced by real-life stuff, was sort of an undercover(?)/repairman(?) at one point stuck in the middle of changing my clothes, nude from the waist down.  I don’t recall exactly what I did that was so special, along w/ some others...

The second is more of an intellectual’s type of dream, as I was sitting next to a Dalai Lama-type person...in a cafeteria-type room, and he was trying to be a kid again, tilting his chair back—oh, can you feel that?  Other than that, I don’t remember exactly what makes this an “intellectual’s type of dream”...  There were some crowds here before, some waiting periods.

2010.07.02

I’m a pianist, and a jealous woman decides to sit next to me during a performance, starts playing an upper section of the piece.  The orchestra(?) has trouble keeping up with the tempo as we jump around on it.  We become life-long friends until I have breathing problems in the end.  What a— !

2010.06.30

The wrong sister is accused in a family (for being the thief).  Movie stuff with the people from (guess what).  A number of generic things and plots happen.  At the end is FOX Report reporting that the DebtClock site is showing invalid characters ’cause the numbers have gone beyond technical limits.  O’Reilly in a...sci-fi movie?

Since I’m going to die young (medical reasons), I might as well lay out an old, weird dream from years ago—2003?  E.D. Hill, or some other anchor, with a large condom on top of their head to plug a hole in the ground.

2010.06.27

In a building after lying about the product, escape by entering bathroom.  “Friends” in bathroom, no toilets.  Pissed, one of the “friends” takes my box of drawings he found, and treats the illustration of my girlfriend’s cat like kitty litter, yet the manure didn’t look like cat dung...

I admit to lying about the product by phone, then I go to a secretary in the company to explain what and why.  The girlfriend sitting across from the secretary, I lay out the cards, including the cat manure moment (secretary plugs her ears).  Luckily, the other drawings were untouched, yet scattered.

Going down the stairs to my car outside, I find that those “friends” are waiting by the car.  My imagination goes wild; I picture guns in their hands, then try to go back to the stairs.  My heart is pounding as I awaken.

2010.06.26

The last dream has a mother method acting over phone— er, something.  Director says, let me hear your familial death cry, so she sets it up.  On a mail box-like window on the computer screen, the status of her family members goes from location, etc. to now reading no.  She cries NO!!  There’s also a somber note and more sobbing.

I think of the emotional toll on Joaquin Phoenix — reason to why he decided to quit... and go into rapping.  I also think of the scene where “Dutch Boy” on The Shield kills a stray cat with his bare hands to understand what goes through the mind of a killer.

2010.06.25

Momo drives the car, submerged in floodwater, out of the water in the driveway.
Influenced by the premiere of Futurama, I am being driven to the place of the Pelosis.  Resembling the virtually undetectable aircraft cockpit scenario, it goes from having Nancy Pelosi on my lap to on my right.  At the end, Nancy is running after me around the building w/ a shotgun that looks like a pipe.

2010.06.24

A number of elaborate dreams...forgotten.

2010.06.23

Evil companion, flakes on its face make its power?  Flick flakes off to diminish the power?  Tried that, pissed ’er off, voice got demon-like low, I’m running outside, then around to the front of the house.  I try to warn my mother inside.  Am I ever successful at warning her?

Lastly, what looks like a “mistress case” is rather a kidnapping case.  Circumstances lead the mother and kids to go look anyway.  Wait, this doesn’t make sense.

A prophetic following... I can’t remember it, sorry; 5.5 hours of sleep.

2010.06.16

Failure to complete.
In the earliest dream that I can remember, I was software authoring, TV/audio was on, but the driver was waiting, held up over completing...styled text?  I am useless.

Later, after I went back to sleep, I recall myself walking after... Greta van Susteren(?) for directions through some sort of street-oriented walkways that go into a laundromat (imagine those painted arrows and stoplights that you’d expect out on the traffic streets inside a building where people would yield, etc.).  At the end, after being prompted by an employee at the place to show credentials...

Several of my “donated” jackets are sitting on the chairs.  After many questions about a form I had to fill out, my middle name was already completed on a line (but not for middle).  Failure ultimately came when I had to correct the birth date, but I couldn’t.  No matter what I wrote, after many, many passes, all over the middle to the middle-right of the form, I could not write any real date!  Believe you me, there was a lot of ink, a lot of illustrated letters.

2010.06.15

How contrived photography is, and the backlash: completely improvised movies.
The finale deals w/ the mind of a serial killer: obsessed.  Guess who defends him?  In response, the killer underlines his guilt in detail.

2010.06.14

Wood above the doorknob to bedroom door (as standard), chased by Momo after taking prized possession, chased outside in socks, the dirt.

2010.06.11

The first (later) dream that I can actually recall, with some influence by A shot in the dark (of the 1960s Pink Panther series) deals w/ being involved in some crime, getting away, changing the car I’m driving so I’m not be spotted.  I remember some scenery, the buildings being entered.  My wife and kids are more or less oblivious to the mess, and I’d be thinking, they may need their appearance changed too, but how do I get that to work w/o spilling all of the beans?  Oh, crap— I have on the same shirt as before!

The final dream deals w/ tricking through hotel doors, streamlining ins and outs, the handles, mechanisms.  My character didn’t expect a couple to be there when entering one room.  An Asian couple, like that on Lost.  I may have been on some team of “door hackers,” I don’t remember.

2010.06.09

This dream was a little more consistent...maybe.  I can only remember some motions, some scenery.  Then again, I can’t remember really anything except that a woman sitting across a table had a bare chicken body for the bottom half at one point looking under the table, aged human nude otherwise...

2010.06.03

Developing icons, developing a program to set the position, size and grayness of a character’s hair.  I find myself disassembling the SetRect trap due to the nature and calls of the code (image positioning).  I was eating pasta, served at one point.

The dream ends w/ a singer, devilishly looking into the camera, singing, plug my hole, in reference to the Gulf oil spill, influenced by Nine (...right between your thighs — and now I’m Nothing!).

2010.06.02

This dream ends with old footage of people panicking (in storm weather?), sometimes turning over trucks.  Detail is vague.  This leads to, and in more present tense, someone behind bars.

Finally, you have Jon Stewart pointing out candy brands in an image.  Let’s see, you have a..Starburst™,..a Reese’s® Peanut Butter Cup, and... Twizzler™!  A Twizzler™!

As I wake up, I’m reminded of the past dream where I seemed prophetic.  I think I was.
The May 13th entry had me talking about how the Israeli-Palestinian conflict would blow up again.  Attempting to recall the dream, I get only fences (Palin/guy next door story?) and word of mouth.  I never saw any actual conflict.

The meteor shower story may have involved images that resemble the massive sink hole that just happened.
May 20 certainly marked a point of cause to the effect of both of those events.  How many days was the set-up flotilla out there on the waters?  The storm weather that pumped water underneath those buildings to wash away the sand foundation happened at that time...

Now, I put down the keys to prophecy.

2010.06.01

Earlier dream: the “quiz kids” (all I can remember of them) get kidnapped by the Vietnamese?

Middle dream: plenty of equipment in dealing with all my zip disks, a couple drives and a laptop in a car, driving somewhere.  The teacher’s computer?  He’s the one driving?  Why the hell do I keep having school-oriented dreams?

Later dream: flying “hero” fighting a giant, manages to trip it by the legs, lure the giant into power lines?  Bad.

2010.05.31

Against a criminal organization (or community org. in today’s terms), I’m plowing through on a motorcycle at some-200 MPH.  On the overhead, it looks like I hit things, people, but I couldn’t tell — I couldn’t feel any impact with this machine; it was such a blur — maybe 300 MPH.  The police sure weren’t happy.  I save the day, or that’s what the org. wants me to think...

2010.05.30

Super Mario World gameplay (going into diagonals?), tips with (guess who).  Some bad color table attributes make Mario look weird large (gen. reds outward, dark reds inward).

2010.05.28

Dreams in HTML comment space!
Dreams within a dream, I recall one being the unrealistic “I once climbed into that vent in the ceiling?  The ceiling would’ve come down!”  No such vent exists.
This is one of those dreams that where my brain renders a text window.  I’m typing my shtuff into the comment space of a news page?  Looking back, I catch myself repeating a task I did earlier in dealing with line lengths of a C src. file.

2010.05.27

Of course, I lost the memory of the first dream (structural...something), so this is limited.
Pre-Dre Eminem demo, #2; the influence of dogs on people, #3.

The insects clicking in the walls kept me up after that.

2010.05.26

Not just Lost and Law & Order (and in 2 days in a row!), but anchors of FNC as well?  Shep??  Only in my dreams can the inevitable happen soon.  Well, sooner.  (Think Mutually Assured Economic Destruction.)

With recent influence, we are put in the middle of a game played by a group on a beach, and this leads to...

The last part stars an older man.  It turns into a 1960s movie plot (A Serious Man, some other movies influence this).  You could of had me, says a dark-haired woman in the back of the car.  She goes back to making out with another man.  The main character responds, Yes, I could have.  His wife, in the front seat, is driving.  Talk about love caught in a nostalgia relationship.

Finally, its the shower scene.  It starts with the camera conveniently placed so the guy’s breasts are obscured by shells on the timely wall pattern.  He talks in general with another man just outside the shower.  Afterward, emotions take over in all of the loss; he cries convincingly.

I wake up with drool in my beard again.

2010.05.23

This dream ends with four virtual players (with screen glitches showing two twice) battling a monster in an ice castle.  The whole thing in scale is small enough that once the four defeat the thing by collapsing the castle, the flat ice is like a play set on a sidewalk (in Washington, D.C.?).  The four are rescued, and thankfully the monster was gone as it would have run around destroying the city (awe...).

2010.05.22

Another authorship dream, this time what to upload.
Home brew Marathon map-mods, text files, audio...
MoviePlayer somehow kept playing an audio file after quitting until I opened the Sound c-panel to mute it.

2010.05.15

I see a much better version of my commentary pages, what I think is ap.jonirons.net material.  Much, much better — I saw things that I don’t know about, but still make sense.  Stories of Africa,... stuff I obviously can’t remember, but I know I’m on it, when I am on it.  I know my sense of humor was in there since I was able to click the web-page-made “Enlarge (text)” button to practical joke proportions.

Everlasting bettering makes something “devinely” inspired.  “Devinely” created, the universe we live in.

The word betterment doesn’t fit; it was turned into a term of finances.

2010.05.13

Again, I don’t remember the earlier dreams, but here is what I do remember...
Something-solstice with May 20, Israel-Palestinian conflict, meteor shower.  See if I am prophetic on that.

Into the middle of a later dream, some sort of SMB3 gameplay, special areas I’ve never been before (and I’m sure don’t exist in the original).  Flying in 2-D, getting frustrated with starting too late (not getting to the top of a ledge), then stumbling on some secret areas.  Sort’a like Lemmings areas with curvy ceilings, blue doors start appearing in places, but quickly.  Carefully jumping over one standard door to enter another (influenced by SMB1: World 7-4 — ack!).  Another secret area.  Going back, I enter one of the doors that appears once (and in mid-air), and I find myself in a 3-D place... VR?

It starts out in a bathroom.  I’m trying to look for “spooks” (people who’d be hiding).  I don’t find anybody, but as I walk out of the area, I see the G4 guys, and they say that they have hacked me into this place!  There’s a strange 3-D reproduction of Allison Haislip in folded paper...

In being pulled out of my game, what do I do?  More like, what do I do with all of my experience points?  I go around and touch them in a way that they become disabled and can’t even log back in!  Among them is the fat guy from Curb Your Enthusiasm?  Well, I disabled him too.  It all ends as I get behind Olivia Munn after I touch a body builder (oh, crap).

2010.03.13

You could call it, a getaway school bus.
I don’t remember much of what happened, but this left off trying to impress a girl w/ the contents of my paper bag!  Strawberries stuff... it turned out to have ingredients such as dyes, raspberries, and chicken.  “It’s really good,” I said after eating some.  She does, eventually, going as far as to eat out of the bag itself w/ her bare hands.  Then some rap music overplays.

Turns out, a student right behind mine blares w/ some, “ahhh sh—.”
The driver wasn’t impressed, but didn’t stop it.  I was moving to some of the motions, noticing then some black passengers looking, staring at me.

I woke up to drool in my beard.  Again.

2010.03.17

This dream carried those supposed implied features that the real thing doesn’t really have; the debugger/builder has stats on the right side of the screen while building a shell program for a number of things, including a 3-D “ball rolling down a long chute.”  Something worth noting is just how fast my brain renders all of this stuff; the side-stats-window, sporting that Mac OS metal effect, is shifting on the right side of the screen, no delays.

2010.03.05

The day is long, fine-timing a monitor, I try to impress a girl as she seems to smile in my presence (but I’m also a jerk in the dream).  I have to urinate (in the dream), so I go down the hall of thugs?  I see that the end I’m trying to reach is the women’s bathroom end, so I turn around, but it is too late; The thugs are playing soccer in the large hallway, and I do what I do to get out, but I’m kicking the ball every time it comes to me, and the thugs aren’t too pleased about that.
I manage to get out w/ just groans from the thugs and hit the bathroom on the other side of the building.  While draining the lizard, I see a “buddy” enter the room and jerkily yell, “I’m here!” to apprise the girl...  The “buddy” is disgusted.
I still couldn’t shake off the feeling that any of the thugs would come after me; my heart is racing.

2010.02.11

Leaving my mark in what I’ve done (in dream context) w/ socks, ’n’ sh--.
The dream ends w/ looking across into the comics section of a newspaper, the simulation of comics like Blondie worth noted.

2010.02.06

Elaborate dreams, lots of stairs, rooms.  Don’t quite remember the first one.  (Ugly?)  Last moments of the last one deal w/ authorities taking down X-Mas lights before it (the total work) was finished.
Well, there wasn’t all that many stairs, more walkways and rooms.  Homely, but run-down, but interactive.  Some more school orientation again — I’ve not been to school since 2002, so why does that keep coming up?  Oh, yeah — I had more of a life v. this practical non-life I have.

2010.01.15/16

Sporting event video game authorship?  Soccer?
Maintaining translucency w/ the trees in full moon light.  Nice.

Next dream involves a mad scientist bringing corpses to life, even heads.  Like an eel, the faces are attached to a long, large, worm-like thing in the water, coming up and down, splashing.  When finished w/ the experiment of a live demo (from a control room), the head is blown off via neck.  The heads themselves weren’t really animate.

I became an assistant to the scientist.  At one point in all of it, I find myself trying to hide from him, but I just look foolish in being spotted due to my large, bushy hair (that part is real).


The keys to prophecy

First, get rid of all of your opportunism.  Opportunism interferes greatly; you’ll get nothing if you’re not careful.  You must let the chips fall as they may.

Second, it can’t really happen while conscious.  You will also get unreliable results if unconscious, as you’ll dream.  Edgar Cayce developed his prophetic abilities through self-hypnosis.  Anybody can do the same with practice.

It’s important to remember that your subconscious has its own intelligence; you will not be able to access this information fully awake.  Self-hypnosis unleashes the greatest supercomputer...

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