Friday, January 8, 2016

Dream 010816

Dream last night: I was set to marry an old school female school friend. We make this giant Indian style wedding with a giant tent filled deep reds and purples, elaborate lanterns, and gold embellishments. The opening of the tent faced a large round town center with a fountain. The tent was huge and spanned for miles with different rooms attached to the sides, along the way. The beginning was bright and warm, having only about 20 people I knew from the past occupying it, including my future wife. I decided to go for a walk and see the rest of the tent. Toward the front of the tent I see Mikey in one of the rooms talking to my family, sitting on a wicker chair. The long stretch of tent leading toward the back starts to get darker. It's poorly lit with more velvety walls and elaborate street lights every 100 feet or so to light the path. I can only make out a few people leaning against the walls of the tent--black masses at best. I feel unnerved by this so pick up the pace to get to the end of the tent. As I start to get toward back a beat starts to be heard in a distance. It becomes more and more crowded and I start to recognize people I've known more recently.  As I enter the very back, the beat is heavy, the giant u-turn shaped room is dark, lit by fluorescents, the occasional fire breathing mechanism. A giant disco ball hangs in the center with a large dance floor underneath, occupied to the brim. The room is kind of hazy from smoke machines, but I make out one of my San Diego friends talking to some of my other friends I've come to know recently. As I walk up him, I begin to notice a change in his face, and all their faces. It was tight, skin stretched to its max, and in place of their mouths were six pencil sized holes, the rest of the mouth being skin--no lips. They have  tracheo-oesophageal punctures in their throat but speak through it perfectly. When they smile, the 6 holes stretch to create a weird long, oval-shaped skin smile. I don't really mind the new creative decision, but I start to walk with him around the party scene and tell him what I've been up to and what I'm doing. He laughs and tells me I should just stay and party. Everyone I like is there and having fun, he suggests. I look at the distorted face and look back toward the entrance at the distant light of the opening as the beat stops--it's time for me to get married. I thank him for the invite, but begin to make my way back. As I do, the long mid passage of velvety, poor lit walls, becomes brighter and I begin to make up more people than before, against the walls. I'm about to hit the last stretch before the opening and a hand reaches out and grabs my arm. I turn around to see my same San Diego friend. Looking at him, I was astounded to see that his face was normal again--no weird alterations. He greets me with joy and says he's happy to see me. I express that we'd just seen each other back there to which he explains that he hasn't had the chance to go back there yet and that everyone I know is right here. He tells me he's sad to see me marry the wrong person and I tell him it's normal not to get what you want. He kindly disagrees and hugs me goodbye as I continue my journey back the front. As I'm walking up I look to the room Mikey was sitting in before, to find that the door is shut. This makes my heart sinks. When I get back to the front of the tent I realize I can't go through with the marriage anymore and seek out my old school friend to tell her. She's out in the town center where she's speaking with some of our other friends. I sit her down and just tell her I cannot. She begins to cry and shouts how I'm fake and don't deserve anyone. Before I can apologize again, feeling guilty, she runs off. Feeling hopeless I sit down on the fountain and stare at the giant wedding tent. The rain begins to pick up and quickly turns into a thick sludge. It really starts to come down and I realize that I need to get back to the tent otherwise I might get trapped in the sludge. Slowly I wade back to the tent, eventually getting there. Covered in the mess I run toward the closed door that Mikey was in enter. The room is white canvas walls with eggshell shag carpet. It's bright and warm, with a single window letting in the light. I don't see him as I look from corner to corner. Just as I give up a tap on my shoulder alerts me to turn around. I see Mikey standing there, in all white. And before I can say anything, he hugs me. Sludge and all.

Riddled with subconscious interpretation, but a vivid dream. I wish I had time to draw out the craziness of it to really make an impression.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Dream 11915, Part I: My Miniature Wings

Me and 2 others set out on an adventure in what seemed to be a large land. In my head, however, I had known that we are actually miniaturized, to the size of mice. The world we ventured was dark, filled with glowing greens and purples. We would hurdle large roots of plants and weave through thick blades of grass and weeds. We would stop to encounter an enemy. After their defeat, three glowing artifacts would descend the heavens, in a pool of light and we would claim our prize. The goal for myself, the warlock/wizard of the group of us, was my wings. The wings were an ultimate increase in my abilities and allowed me protect my allies from the sky. After the second fight, with a large cartoony bulldog-looking ratlike beast, my wings revealed itself. Attached to me, they loomed over my head like a large umbrella and fell halfway down my back.

I awoke briefly before eventually falling back to sleep...

Dream 11915, Part II: The End of the World and Spaceships

This dream repeated itself a few times, whether it was to make sure I escaped the planet or to make me more aware of the dream, itself.

I was in a downtown outdoor shopping area with a few of my friends and family when an alarm sounds. No one knows exactly what is happening, except for me. The world is ending. Suddenly magma begins to surface through the sewers, slow at first, before erupting through cracks and crevices, filling the streets quicker and quicker.

We begin to make our way through a series of buildings that go from being a regular shop and into a more sophisticated metal surrounding with lights and buttons, like a secret base for highly intelligent beings. Eventually, we make our way back outside. Now however, there are millions of people crowded together on a plateau, atop a large mountain. Looking over the edge I see the magma begin to slowly rise. The world below the plateau is nothing more now, then a sea of red heat climbing steadily to our destination. A few minutes go by and I notice my family and some friends I haven't seen in awhile. Everyone is frightened.

As the sea climbs, the heat becomes near unbearable. From below the plateau, what seems like a large metal wall surfaces, surrounding us all. Its about as tall as a football field, except theres about a 40 foot gap between each wall-like surrounding piece. "This wont protect us", I think. The red is now visible at eye level. It is only a few minutes before it begins to spill into this plateau, killing us all.

As I look around, I begin to notice people disappearing into a small ball of light before becoming what looks like a perfectly round stone and attaching to one of the walls as the walls begin to ascend, detaching from the mountain and floating into the sky. It's then I realize that these are ships. End of the world ships meant to help people get to safety. Most people. Not me it would seem as the get higher and higher and I have not been transformed into this little round stone.

The sea breeches the wall as I see the magma begin to rush toward to me. In the last moment, I feel doomed as a tingly feeling overcomes my whole body and before I know it I'm floating above the sea. Higher and higher. As I get farther from the earth I can see that the entire planet is consumed. Our homes are lost and the Earth is now a miniature version of the massive star it orbits.

I notice I don't have hands and feet but still a consciousness. I must be one of those round stones now. I move quickly as I come up on one of the tall wall-like ships before entering one of them, twisting through a series of small pipes and ending up in what looks like a cockpit for stones. A voice dawns my mind and says "Now you know. Be quicker next time". The dream then repeats.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Yous a ghoul.

I begin today by saying that we need to discover a means of perpetual fuel--explanation soon.

I'm not so certain on the hows or whats of this brilliant revelation, I just know that it needs to happen. It would obviously need to be something that is constantly renewing itself, is ecologically sound and potent enough to power large mobile objects. Perhaps we can use something like the sun (that is right, folks. You heard it hear first.. I will call it "Solar Power") or Dark (negative) matter. The use of dark matter would be difficult to harness, but it would settle the qualms and concerns of many scientists due to the resulting effect: the slowing expansion of the universe. We would be saviors to the universe--preventing whole galaxies from eventually colliding in 7,898 million light years..........or god. That dude's omnipotent, right? SOLVED! We will use gods power AND we get a new catchy slogan to our constantly renewing fuel source. We will say "Powered by God," and all those protesting religious zealots can go play hide and go f*ck themselves for trying to greedily keep this obviously true and certain power source to themselves. :p

This really needs to happen for many reasons. I wont bother you with the tree-hugger in me and just stick with the selfish part that wants a cruise-liner sized airship that sails across the sky and never has to land. I will love my flying fortress as it slowly paces itself in the earths atmosphere. It will tower to a peak at the center, resembling the mayan ruins, with several different houses and rooms built, surrounding. On the west end of my hovering homeland, there will be a hangar that houses my car-planes. Like the Jetsons, these will be little glass-domed vehicles that jet through the skies to other, lesser sized, mobile homes (coined that phrasee, too).

With God-fuel or Gouel (pronounced Ghoul) there will be no reason to venture to the surface anymore. I will have everything agriculturally and otherwise needed, to sustain my airborne lifestyle. I will not even have to worry about the meek things such as weather or climate shift. With the new fuel and no need to spend money researching pointless economical efficiency, we can focus our time and money creating a sonic transmission unit (STU) to force all the unwanted rain and coldness away. There's absolutely no flaw in this idea, nor will it take any toll our the worlds life-force.

There is a requirement if you wish to live in your own ship, however. You must bring with you, one endangered specie. It can be anything as long as you can keep it alive for more than 8 years--breeding it with like species if you can. This is simply so that you have a go-to encase you find yourself food-less or just need that extra warm pair of slippers during the winter time; and if you don't need any of that, then well look--you helped.

I don't think I am crazy for wanting this. I also don't think its an impossibility. If you want to doubt my irrefutable logic, well then I say you this: C'mon!

This was a stupid thought for the day...There actually might be another one. Until then, just go Gouel up :p

Friday, January 7, 2011

With the greatest of ease....

Alright friends, the time has come. Grab your wears, your tears, your food and your hair, it's time for us to start a traveling circus. That's right, you read correctly (hearing need not apply to this statement). I feel we all need a nice and steady change of pace; what better way than to form a brigade of contortionists and flame-eaters?

We will do this the old fashioned way too. Instead of motor vehicles and buses, we will load up large, horse and oxen powered caravans, adorned in bright colors, shiny objects and clanking things. Maybe I'm thinking of a movie version of gypsies...either way. The main carriage of supplies will be a large red wagon with gold trimming and hand-etched wooden planks where the door and foot stools are. It will obviously house our largest tent and compact stadium seating, vanity mirorrs (for the bearded woman) and some of our finest vertically challenged patrons...

A proceeding train of exotic animals will follow. We will have creatures big and small, ugly and cute (i.e. a swamp rat, 16 year old-earless domestic house cat, two monkey cardboard cut outs and a giraffe stuffed animal). The elephants will HAVE to be real, so everyone start saving all your money, rob a liquor store, steal lunch currency from underprivileged, nerdy children and your sons (or daughters) piggy bank. They won't mind. It's a small price to pay for a fun filled night of mediocrity and humiliation. Besides, we're hitting the road right? There's no way they can ever catch a constantly slow moving, but occasionally stopping to put on a show, caravan of thieving acrobats and sitar players, pulled by  emaciated horse and oxen. (please don't name the animals. you will just be sad when they die).

For the next phase we will need a ring leader. This has to be someone who is confident, a showman, have a booming personality and (speaking of booming) be able to shoot down any of the "bad seeds" planted in our audience. Ah yes. There is no better way to get the full support of our cascading audience then to adopt the "shoot to kill" theory of entertainment.

We will put on our show sometime between noon and one. The reasoning for such a long and open schedule is to allow all our citizens of the traveling awesome, time to sleep off hangovers and allow for us to travel. When our guests ask how much the ticket costs just merely scoff and say, "You don't even know..."

All-in-all I think we have this. Are you ready? What role do you want to take in this misadventure of good times and ill humor? I'll bring the cups--that's my role.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

A billion plus Infinity...

Sooo. Parallel universes....yeahhh.

Rather, I would like to call them parallel existences; a parallel universe is exponentially more broad than I care to touch upon. (though that is essentially what this rant is about)

If they exist, there has to be AT LEAST an infinite number of them. Each one would be a different path or choice that you didn't make in the current existence you are living. From those parallel existences, there stems out another infinite number of parallel universes (that's a lot. good thing I have an infinite number of fingers to count) of the choices that the not-yous didn't make either...And these simultaneously spawned existences of choices you didn't make would apply to every thing that exists and has the potential to be altered by variable situations. That is a mind bending thought.

There is probably even a parallel existence (or million) that doesn't even include me as a factor. Perhaps back in the grand ol' day of my parents and their youth, they decided that pot was much more economically sustainable than two additional children and thus, so long Zack (or rather, never hello).

I suppose that the idea past theorizing intelligence gave about time travel and the concept that, altering the past slightly could dramatically influence the present, could be applied to our parallel being. This is such an awesome concept! By doing or not doing something I've influenced another me--a not-me of different existence and just like that a domino effect.

Screw time-travel. Lets find away for me to interact with my parallel selves. We can flail about with a giant net, like catching a swarm of butterflies, and gather up everyone I am and put us in our own universe where we all interact together......I probably wouldn't even like my other selves, but I suppose there would be enough of myself to keep me entertained.

Somewhere out there is a female Zack. Zoe? and who is the original Zack? Clearly my ego-centric mind feels that I am the original, but what if I'm existence number 294811987 of ? To that I say
Potentially, the ability to jump parallel existences does happen on another plane, but would I even recognize myself? Would I look completely different than what I am now? What if I dated a parallel me or played with myself in the park when I was a kid (wait a minute...). In conclusion, me and myself will take over all universes and make you bow before us (me). End.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

My digital life

I think 90% of my day is spent online or technically 'er bound as if the computer were an extension of my physical self. There is the part of me that wonders how this happened and the bigger part of me that knows. Other than driving my car and sleeping, I would have to say that I'm almost consistently in front of a computer, television, iPad or some other portable means to divert my attention...I wonder what it's doing to my brain...

I do love me some internet though. Nothing is better than that f*cking "Stumble Upon" program or playing to entertain my ever dwindling attention toward work and personal art. I often think, "what would digital me would look like?"

Lets say that artificial intellegence did get to a superior point in our existence and it decided not to obliterate humanity in a technological apocalypse, and instead they decide to give mankind the gift of immortality by finding a way to download our conscious, sub-conscious and/or collective unconscious into a pool of data, streaming for eternity throughout the electro-magnectic airwaves, or something or other (my longest run-on sentence ever)...Neat thought, saw it on some NOVA show in class when I was 6.

Alright. This just happened. Our 83 y.o. minds are officially uploaded (Yep. We're old. Sorry dead old friends)...Do we see each other? Are we literally just swirling in this pool (I hope not. Dark water is too much as it is). Perhaps our sub-conscious selves now show their true identities--what would you look like? More importantly, if this were possible/did happen, would this affirm the existence of souls? Is that a whole other discussion? Sorry. Blew your mind for a second.

Personally, I think I would look amorphic, but resemble something of a human for that is all I knew from birth what to look like. No one ever told me, "You don't have to be human." --Maybe they did...I don't remember. Once more, I think I would be bright orange and swirly spiky. Looking at me will be like an acid trip. I would tell you to prepare for a journey of color and explosions. I WOULD tell you, but chances are that I don't have an actual voice.

Truthfully, I would love to be uploaded into some type of cyborg unit.
"Take me mechanical humanoid! Make me shiny with the ability to successfully perform the robot!"

And we would be able to customize our new bodies, adorning them with trinkets, tubes, weapons, not weapons--what have you. Lets face it, you can take the mind out of the body, but you can't take the mind out fashion forward thinking.
I would have some device that glowed a radioactive orange and green, pulsating in my chest like an exposed heart. My eyes would glow an icy red to suggest to other cyborg onlookers that I was extremely pissed off when really I just had an unscratch-able itch. A tattoo for a cyborg would be more like the graffiti we see on subway trains and tall buildings. OF COURSE I would have a graffitoo (thats right! I named it). It would be the wall image that the boy made a mural of on Sister Act 2. Ode to you, Whoopi! My voice would be deep, brooding and extremely charming (oh wait. have that now *slaps knee*).

So I got all this from sitting at my computer. Funny, I feel like a cyborg now. Being constantly at my computer screen, looking into an artificial representation of a real world makes me feel like I kind of already exist in the world I've created. Hm.... *busts out into the robot*