Some places I have never been to in real life and continue to visit only in dreams. To be in the same place more than once in a dreamscape is so awkwardly familiar.
I love how corridors appear where they logically shouldnt, small cracks can become hallways that lead to apartment buildings. Staircases can be in improbable positions that lead to the unlikeliest of places where can one can meet the unlikeliest of people.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
temporal anomalies... still
Lets rewind to the stress inducing overcrowded home full of bratty kids and invasive bossy adults. Their lack of peace and privacy. Mom's overbearing exboyfriends. The inability to escape. A stress feeding powerstruggle.
The next week. A certain computer lab that was running existance simulations. Maybe the computer went haywire and thats why its existance blurred the lines of which "dimension", as in plane of reality, it was on. It began arcing and "fixing itself" becoming more capable to commit "Weird Science". Since I was its user it had an affinity for me. It created CD's out of thin air. Then it took on a human form. Why it chose the particular friend it did Im unsure, but she left and went to the under reconstruction zone down the street. I noticed the cd's it had created had become a stack of paper in their shape. Everything that it instantly manifested had ost its material form and was just paper. I was worried she might have the same fate, so I went after her.
The construction men seemed to be clearing the debris of scrap metal that was there and discussing plans for a desgner restaraunt/club, with a retail store on the other side of the parking lot. I think time must have lapsed because instead of the unfinished building I was in, it shifted to the semi-finished club complete with people in cocktail lounge outfits.
Since time had shifted I decided to check the basement level again. An awkward bondage scene. I say awkward because it was hard to tell if the people that were bound wanted to be. It was as if they were mesmerized into it. It was also weird because the bindings werent be operated by anyone but bound and moved like some poltergiest. Then I felt the pull of this sticky human flytrap. I easily fought it off and went back up stairs.
But now the cocktail lounge patrons were no longer chic and classy, they were zombies! The building was less finished as if I had moved backwards through time. I grabbed a pipe that seemed to be left there from construction and started swinging my way throught the mass of zombies. By the time I had reach the other side of the room to the open doorway my arm was tired and wished I had a staff. Something lighter with a longer range. Although it wouldnt matter too much I still havent gotten proficient with the staff yet.
and last night school, Pat the Bus Driver, college, dorms, Rome, GA. Dad.
The next week. A certain computer lab that was running existance simulations. Maybe the computer went haywire and thats why its existance blurred the lines of which "dimension", as in plane of reality, it was on. It began arcing and "fixing itself" becoming more capable to commit "Weird Science". Since I was its user it had an affinity for me. It created CD's out of thin air. Then it took on a human form. Why it chose the particular friend it did Im unsure, but she left and went to the under reconstruction zone down the street. I noticed the cd's it had created had become a stack of paper in their shape. Everything that it instantly manifested had ost its material form and was just paper. I was worried she might have the same fate, so I went after her.
The construction men seemed to be clearing the debris of scrap metal that was there and discussing plans for a desgner restaraunt/club, with a retail store on the other side of the parking lot. I think time must have lapsed because instead of the unfinished building I was in, it shifted to the semi-finished club complete with people in cocktail lounge outfits.
Since time had shifted I decided to check the basement level again. An awkward bondage scene. I say awkward because it was hard to tell if the people that were bound wanted to be. It was as if they were mesmerized into it. It was also weird because the bindings werent be operated by anyone but bound and moved like some poltergiest. Then I felt the pull of this sticky human flytrap. I easily fought it off and went back up stairs.
But now the cocktail lounge patrons were no longer chic and classy, they were zombies! The building was less finished as if I had moved backwards through time. I grabbed a pipe that seemed to be left there from construction and started swinging my way throught the mass of zombies. By the time I had reach the other side of the room to the open doorway my arm was tired and wished I had a staff. Something lighter with a longer range. Although it wouldnt matter too much I still havent gotten proficient with the staff yet.
and last night school, Pat the Bus Driver, college, dorms, Rome, GA. Dad.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
So much to catch up on.
Theres the trailer parks I've been frequenting. Mostly on the prowl for young meat.
Theres that top secret sub that keeps going on missions in the deep water around the artics for rescue missions, marine biology and of course cryptozoology.
There was a talent competition game on the PS3 that had a mix and match Marvel, Capcom, etc. team builder. It created the storyline as one mix and match the characters. Interesting to watch the Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles breakdance and breakup to mix up with other heros and characters and then come together again.
Will and I were at a huge hospital complex and i know I had a multipurpose for bing there. We interviewed a potential drummer chick that really just wanted a ride to Chicago to watch a band. I was infiltrating the staff area to work my way down the more secretive complex where angels and mutants were being held. The government type agency that had them was attemtping to coerce them in working for them. the ones that didnt agree were subject to additional "tests" that could prove fatal. Not only was there sadistic examinations but also an arena that few came out of. Of course, I came and went altho I took a few blows, scrapes and bruises. It was freeing the others and trying to figure out how to shut down what went on that I was fixed on.
Theres that top secret sub that keeps going on missions in the deep water around the artics for rescue missions, marine biology and of course cryptozoology.
There was a talent competition game on the PS3 that had a mix and match Marvel, Capcom, etc. team builder. It created the storyline as one mix and match the characters. Interesting to watch the Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles breakdance and breakup to mix up with other heros and characters and then come together again.
Will and I were at a huge hospital complex and i know I had a multipurpose for bing there. We interviewed a potential drummer chick that really just wanted a ride to Chicago to watch a band. I was infiltrating the staff area to work my way down the more secretive complex where angels and mutants were being held. The government type agency that had them was attemtping to coerce them in working for them. the ones that didnt agree were subject to additional "tests" that could prove fatal. Not only was there sadistic examinations but also an arena that few came out of. Of course, I came and went altho I took a few blows, scrapes and bruises. It was freeing the others and trying to figure out how to shut down what went on that I was fixed on.
Cross-Posted as it should be
Java had a Drag competiton he was doing. While we were waiting for his number to go on we dimension hopped and were waiting in line for soemthing to do with the car, registering it or java getting an interdimensional liscense IDK. The line was too long so i explainged some "safe" jump betweens so java could make it back to his competition. I think i was desging toys to match some game/animation I had been involved in. there were smaller toy versiosn in the back of the SUV/Jeep thing I was driving trhoguh dimensions but larger robotic versions in this dimension. i made it back to competition after eating dinner at a communal kitchen and swapping numbers with some peopel in line. I was trying to figure out if java had went on yet...
Back to reality-ish. Dangit I dont think SHIELD saved my progress. I was gonna say I didnt think I knew java was really planning on doing a Drag show competition soon, or that I would join SHIELD and get an Acura MDX. An all terrain SUV/Jeep vehicle doesnt seem within my budget right now
Back to reality-ish. Dangit I dont think SHIELD saved my progress. I was gonna say I didnt think I knew java was really planning on doing a Drag show competition soon, or that I would join SHIELD and get an Acura MDX. An all terrain SUV/Jeep vehicle doesnt seem within my budget right now
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