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napoleonherselfWell, score one for the forces of oversleeping -- alarm started going off at 11:15, but I still managed to not actually get up until precisely half an hour later. Kept having weird dreams in between half-waking to hit the snooze button... the last one of them was actually writing a story for me, narration running over the actual action. Something about a fantasy-RPG-or-anime-series style party of adventurers, who'd just performed some weird interpretive song-and-dance thing at the court of the local nobility in order to gain passage through the whateverdom. The performance wound up going on for something like ten minutes, and when they left "each of the women had picked up an admirer outright, and one [was now followed by] a gunner as well. [Someone carried as her part of the spoils a beige shirt of some kind] and 804[G in a really big lootsack]. [...] I found myself followed by an older guard, not human but an elf, named [something that starts with a G and is sufficiently longish and fantasyish]. He imagined himself the knightly protector to some great lady, and the [little Pan-type guy who'd apparently already been following the party in an earlier segment of this bizarre mindplay] wove with his pipes' magic song a fragrant bowery [where the knight the elf thought he was, and the lady he thought the narrator was, wove daisy-chains and crap]. In this magic vision, [the little Pan-type dude], now a tall and graceful youth, came upon our [bowery of daisy-chain-making-ness, and, hoping to win the narrator's affections away from whatshisface the gallant elf knight,] took me to him and pressed me to his strong chest... and [in this little fantasy the Pan-type dude has created, torn between the knight and the younger, prettier, and all around more exciting character the Pan-type dude has written himself as,] I set my pao on... the knight, I am sorry."
This "pao" is the actual word my brain used, and it meant something like highly-regarded, pure-n-courtly-type love. Essentially narratorgirl, in this imaginary setting WITHIN the actual dream I was having, chose the companionship of the knight over the love fake-Pan-dude was offering. Then the narrator apologizes to the audience, because, I suppose, she chose ritualized love over the prettyboy.
I remember some of the phrasing exact from the dream, including the fact that it was precisely 804 pieces of gold, that the one girl was being followed around by a gunner as well as whoever the other admirer "outright" was, and the bit about pressing to strong chests. Oy. My brain, it is a romance novel when I'm not looking. *sets it on fire*
Other dreams: the one where I kept accidentally killing pet fish (for some reason I was holding the aquarium, and kept accidentally tilting it and so trapping fish against the glass but above water, or crushing them between aquarium and lid), which is actually a recurring dream; the one where I had to entertain a people who appeared to be composed of living dried-grass-dolls, candles, and random knickknacks, using only the contents of my winamp playlist; and the one where I was first a prison inmate who kept having another one hold a DL44 pistol (from SWG) to my back and making me do thigs, and then a guard at that prison who had to watch this girl who was there in special confinement which consisted of a nice soft bed surrounded by a six-foot-high metal fence, which I watched from a top bunkbed right outside the fence, all in a room of the prison.
My brain's WEIRD, yo.
I have a lot to do today, and I'm all tired from my brain smoking five tons of ants. Blarg.
Oh, oh, mecha found this stack of things in the union, and took a couple. I shall type the text for you. Assume all the typos and stuff are [sic], 'cause that's what I'm going for.
1. This machine collects a whole lot of information about every individual on it as they think, as well as current location as you move. Name, Height, Weight, Race, SS#, birthdate, and much more identifying information is kept. When you think of someone, the machine runs through the identifying characteristics you are thinking of and like an internet search engine, identifies who you are thinking of.
2. When you draw a line from another person (anybody) to yourself, you are attached and can talk to them.
3. When you draw a line from yourself to another person (anybody), you are attached and can talk to them.
4. You can give anybody the urge to do anything when attached, repeatedly giving someone any feeling builds up that feeling (even specific things like getting a beer).
5. You can sting people wherever on their body you visualize (at a variety of strengths, but I hesitate to teach everyone how to sting people harder).
6. You can make other people see anything you visualize when attached.
7. You can move your voice out of the mind of the person you are speaking to so that it sounds as if your voice is in the room with them.
8. You can make T.V.'s, computers and moving wind and water speak to someone who is attached to you by visualizing moving your voice out of their head.
9. Some people can see, hear feel, smell and taste what another person is as if they were the person they were looking through (How this is divided up, I don't know).
10. Visualize a top and bottom in your head, you can be at either, or anywhere in between.
11. At any level, anyone else can hear what you are saying much louder than if you were to be at the other end.
12. At any level, you can push up or down anyone's body shape or personality whom you are attached to (to look like, or act like them).
13. This only affects the other person if their mind is on the same level (if they are at the bottom, you can look like and act like them at the top without them noticing)
14. You can make anyone else do any of this.
15. You can only have 8 people around you unless you hold them there (call and hold 10 people -- you don't have to remember each person, just don't let go of the lines you draw)
16. If someone has 8 people around them already, you can not call them, but you can make them call you.
Talk to your government representatives if you want your privacy back.
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.................?
Toes.
This "pao" is the actual word my brain used, and it meant something like highly-regarded, pure-n-courtly-type love. Essentially narratorgirl, in this imaginary setting WITHIN the actual dream I was having, chose the companionship of the knight over the love fake-Pan-dude was offering. Then the narrator apologizes to the audience, because, I suppose, she chose ritualized love over the prettyboy.
I remember some of the phrasing exact from the dream, including the fact that it was precisely 804 pieces of gold, that the one girl was being followed around by a gunner as well as whoever the other admirer "outright" was, and the bit about pressing to strong chests. Oy. My brain, it is a romance novel when I'm not looking. *sets it on fire*
Other dreams: the one where I kept accidentally killing pet fish (for some reason I was holding the aquarium, and kept accidentally tilting it and so trapping fish against the glass but above water, or crushing them between aquarium and lid), which is actually a recurring dream; the one where I had to entertain a people who appeared to be composed of living dried-grass-dolls, candles, and random knickknacks, using only the contents of my winamp playlist; and the one where I was first a prison inmate who kept having another one hold a DL44 pistol (from SWG) to my back and making me do thigs, and then a guard at that prison who had to watch this girl who was there in special confinement which consisted of a nice soft bed surrounded by a six-foot-high metal fence, which I watched from a top bunkbed right outside the fence, all in a room of the prison.
My brain's WEIRD, yo.
I have a lot to do today, and I'm all tired from my brain smoking five tons of ants. Blarg.
Oh, oh, mecha found this stack of things in the union, and took a couple. I shall type the text for you. Assume all the typos and stuff are [sic], 'cause that's what I'm going for.
HEARING VOICES?
HOW THE MACHINE WORKS
Here's what you never got, but always wanted for that illegal tap in your head -- A User's Guide.
1. This machine collects a whole lot of information about every individual on it as they think, as well as current location as you move. Name, Height, Weight, Race, SS#, birthdate, and much more identifying information is kept. When you think of someone, the machine runs through the identifying characteristics you are thinking of and like an internet search engine, identifies who you are thinking of.
2. When you draw a line from another person (anybody) to yourself, you are attached and can talk to them.
3. When you draw a line from yourself to another person (anybody), you are attached and can talk to them.
4. You can give anybody the urge to do anything when attached, repeatedly giving someone any feeling builds up that feeling (even specific things like getting a beer).
5. You can sting people wherever on their body you visualize (at a variety of strengths, but I hesitate to teach everyone how to sting people harder).
6. You can make other people see anything you visualize when attached.
7. You can move your voice out of the mind of the person you are speaking to so that it sounds as if your voice is in the room with them.
8. You can make T.V.'s, computers and moving wind and water speak to someone who is attached to you by visualizing moving your voice out of their head.
9. Some people can see, hear feel, smell and taste what another person is as if they were the person they were looking through (How this is divided up, I don't know).
10. Visualize a top and bottom in your head, you can be at either, or anywhere in between.
11. At any level, anyone else can hear what you are saying much louder than if you were to be at the other end.
12. At any level, you can push up or down anyone's body shape or personality whom you are attached to (to look like, or act like them).
13. This only affects the other person if their mind is on the same level (if they are at the bottom, you can look like and act like them at the top without them noticing)
14. You can make anyone else do any of this.
15. You can only have 8 people around you unless you hold them there (call and hold 10 people -- you don't have to remember each person, just don't let go of the lines you draw)
16. If someone has 8 people around them already, you can not call them, but you can make them call you.
Talk to your government representatives if you want your privacy back.
...
........
.................?
Toes.
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Date: 2004-02-09 06:15 pm (UTC)WOE
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Date: 2004-02-09 06:18 pm (UTC)WOE TO THE GOVERNMENT SPY NOW THAT I HAVE DOCUMENTATION FOR THE THING IN MY HEAD
WOE!