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    1. The Last Flight of the Uther

      by , 01-11-2015 at 05:21 AM
      Well, I haven't been on this site in a while, but I'm back and ready to update! Hope everyone's having a happy new year! And lots of happy dreaming!!

      January 10, 2015

      Last night's LD was a random one that placed me in some space ship. I figured it was a spaceship because A. it's interior looked not too unlike that of Dead Space's Ishimura. B. I was floating in zero-g and I awoke to a can of peanuts by some unknown brand smacking into my head.

      Sadly, I was also took far from any of the walls, ceiling, or floor to really grab a hold of anything. Pfffft, so I let myself drift and spin for a little more until I was able to grab the guide rails of one of the walls.
      Thankfully, there weren't any signs of blood, so it didn't seem like it was a dead vessel filled with flesh-eating monstrosities or anything. The lights were working just fine.
      There just.... didn't seem to be any people?

      Pulling myself along, I traversed the long hallway of the ship, which I started feeling might've very well been the spine of the vessel because it felt like it went forever. I mean, how many rooms do you really need?
      And yet still no one was to be found.

      I finally made it to the end of this blasted hallway, entering what looked like a giant game room with way too many air hockey tables, hahaha. Pucks and handles were drifting everywhere.

      I started hearing something that sounded like muffled talking, but it was coming from the room beyond... past the closed door.
      Drifting over to the door, I attempted to listen through but it was still too muffled, so I attempted to fiddle with the console on the side of the door.
      It took until I pressed an unlabeled blue button for the door to open. Turned out it wasn't people talking--it was a recording:

      We'd seen things. Great things. Whether the nations still exist, we don't know. But--we've sent them our data. They can do whatever they want with it, not like we'll get to benefit from it. Not now.
      We've been adrift for almost a year now. This old lady's almost drained of fuel, provisions... air cycling's almost broken too. We'll either freeze, starve, or suffocate.

      Bren's got an idea.
      Says it'll be better than us stickin' it out. And we're pretty much in unanimous agreement. In about an hour, we'll all head over to Transfer. Take a walk outside.
      Just know that we didn't go suffering. And we did our job. These amazing people that I've come to know, they did an amazing job.
      I don't got anyone to tell something back on Earth. But you'll find everyone else's tapes in Quartercell A-2-2-2.

      You don't need to know me. We are the NSN Uther. And we just saved the Earth.


      The message began to loop again.

      No wonder there were no bodies. He must've been referring to cargo transfer. They bloody vented themselves out into space.

      Despite extensive searching, I couldn't find the crew quarters or the room A-222. I couldn't recover the tapes of the last words of the NSN Uther...
    2. Objective tourism

      by , 06-16-2012 at 03:48 PM
      This dream occurred just this morning. I'll only remember certain parts of it, and as for the other past dreams, I will post some of those shortly too.

      We were on a trip to another school. Walking into the hallways, I thought about, or perhaps discussed, how science accepts some concepts while ignoring others. If religion wants to ignore gravity, thought someone, wouldn't that make their belief still true because they have faith?

      Actually, I thought. We only perceive something as real if it is separate from the rest. What about the theory of changing gravitational constant over eons - also similar to the Variable Speed of Light Hypothesis - why does science ignore that? Why is evolution accepted but not the evolution of gravity? What about the reports of spiritual experiences? What was objective and what was qualia?

      There was some kind of Super-ego theory, too.

      Somewhere hours later, there was a thunderstorm. I woke up in my old bedroom, talking with my "biological mother", who supposedly was different from my mom in real life. It was 12:23 pm, time to get up.

      We went on another tour of a school, sometime later in the day at 7:50 am, as the buses were leaving early. We walked inside with a bunch of high school students, me reflecting on the "dreams" I'd just had, writing them down in my all-purpose notebook.

      A female friend of mine gave me a piece of cake on a plate. I tried cutting it a few times, but it was silicone, and seemed to disappear a little each time I cut it. I promised to get the cake repaired, but said, "this would be appetizing if it weren't silicone".

      I woke up. It was 8:41 am. The previous day, I'd indeed talked to this female friend about shellac, and how it was secreted from the female lac bug, even in candy.
    3. 7/27/11 EUREKA! Not very, sadly.

      by , 07-28-2011 at 12:40 AM (Scrawlings of a Mad Man)
      1) Doctor Mallick. Einstein (or Edison...) exhibit in a museum.

      2) I'm washing my face, CP_Steel from Team Fortress 2 is on a poster to my left. Think about death.

      Updated 08-02-2011 at 02:16 AM by 29474