11-07-2011, 12:00 AM
She had a Jamaican accent and wore a
Rastafarian style beanie hat with all the colors. Red, yellow, green,
etc. They were busily discussing what she/they were working on. On a
holographic compute monitor in the table, she was pulling up a region
of space. It was a sub galactic pocket of stars....between galaxies, a
clump more then a spiral region. A small loosely organized galaxy i
suppose. It was intersecting the broader milky way at one of the
arms...moving through it like a lighter gas through a heavier one was
my impression. She was looking at the types of stars in it. Most of them
were young to moderate aged suns like our own, Yellowish stars. I was
listening intently without disrupting....i asked a few questions about
relative time tot he now or earths existence, and she showed how since
the relative time differential was not constant in the two globs of gas,
as it passed through the milky way the age of the planets was about the
same in time as the earths now...i.e. formed, habitable, and now. she
seemed to be the team lead by default. Her point was all the attention
was given to the spiral galaxy the milk way, but the richest area of
life wasn?t tin it, it was intersecting it, including, supposedly, the
earth system. The attention was on the milk way, the popular mindshare,
but that small region was where the action as what was interesting.
(something about dense galactic cores and emit ions, waves of supernova
radiation...long term, the spirals tend to sterilize life...over
billions of years. life is her e because its from the more loosely
organized, chaotic loose sub galaxy that?s just passing through the more
ridged spiral region) this was academic to an extent. She pulled dup
individual stars and ran simulations of them in heir time and the new
interaction time etc. Wasn?t directed research per say. Just a team
project research etc. It was like...people assume we are of the milky
way local galaxy, but we belong to another one altogether we are moving
through. Said with the concern that I told you we at my home are on the
pacific, not north American plate. or in-between. wasn?t a point to it
per say, was just interesting thing to point out. no urgency immediately
or per say.
then one of the other employees mentioned
going to get lunch....she hesitated because the room was crowded, and
her tail was odd and noticeable. another one, who acted a little to
interested din her...lol...said just throw three sweaters around your
waist it will just look like a big weird backside. She laughed and said
"my mother could pull that off...imp not my mother. Her father or
grandfather was full whatever alien he was...and she took more fully to
his traits then her mother. But she tried it anyway and i followed the
group back into t he main concourse. which had more the look of an ultra
modern space now. like a cruise ship or a part of a larger structure
craft. there were less people now. They (workgroup) were going to
purchase a, meal with their employee credits..and i was damn it i didn?t
have to spend cash on that burger i could have use d my employee badge.
Well i wanted to sit with them so i found a place that made shakes i
was going to get milkshake and have that with them as they ate. then
there was a terrible racket.
without much introduction, a
angry spirit roared through the space. It urinated colors...blues and
purples mostly. it wailed up a and down and chased people out. I was ok
well dang it i just want my milkshake. but every time i would hide
behind something to sip it the specter would find me and make me move
then dart off to chase others. it was letting no one rest and was noisy
and had people running. Everyone was getting distracted and the team was
sitting in t he middle getting worried because all the other passers by
were diving and hiding and it was chaotic. the entire place was
imperiled somehow by this. I felt like i had to pee again. so i went
into the bathroom. this time there were no urinals but to pee i didn?t
have to really pee anyway. i was huh...wrong bathroom? that lizard
tailed Rasta was in there...i mad ea joke about whoops cant tell the
boys pee place from the girls or something and she laughed. It was ok,
it was all simulation anyway, equivalent. i chuckled then the spirit
roared into he bathroom. A public bathroom is a small space, so it was
booing and flinging great gobs of purple and blue which looked like oil
paint when they hit it was all over me and everything. I spoke to the
spirit and its cognition didn?t seem to be more then 7 year old child in
t he center of that maelstrom. it sat down in a far corner and stopped
wailing was communicating somewhat answering questions. I took a few
steps out of the bathroom and communicated to the team i would handle
it. I started shuffling and dancing from side to side. making a drumbeat
and instrument line. i swear there was an electric guitar too. It was a
silly shuffling dance and song like the wiggles might sing, but not.
the words were not words and music not music. I then approached the
spirit again and could see even more clearly. He wasn?t hurling feces.
Just pee that was made into oil paints. i looked again and he was even
younger...5 years, 3 years...and infant...a newborn. I spoke with him as
he regressed, asking questions. finally i saw that he had died right
after childbirth. he had only peed, never pooped, he didn?t live that
long. i was very sad and protective and also resolved. As i asked him a
nd he regressed, there was also a very adult counterpoint to the energy.
what i was saying was true, but it was just a truth to the being. it
was also something old and scary and aware. and also it was the child.
that was one of its lives. I?m not sure what happened exactly, by
singing and asking it became more solidly what i was saying. collapsing
into that form and reality and mind. So it was and was not. an infant
then.
as it became more visibly that, finally i finished my song. i
bade it to return to spirit place. I told him it was ok, to wait for me
there. to find my helpers. when i returned he could be my son there, for
a time. He agreed, but the adult part was reserve don it. so he became a
fetus, and then turned inside out back to the spirit world. I felt
mixed. It also could have become a grown man. but i sang it to being a
child, into being born once more. In any event, it had stopped the
eruption but i had more work and adventures ahead with what I promised
anyway we could leave the bathroom now. I don?t know what the res t of
the team saw or heard in the song. the lizard lady saw more...but she
also was the most reserved and mysterious. she just smiled...her face
wasn?t lizard it was human but greenish and blues around the lips. the
res t of the team was annoyed. like a fire alarm had been pulled. the
common space had shifted again, but they don?t notice the shifts. the
lizard just somewhat, just enough to smile a bit. that?s when i stopped
remembering the dream again.
Rastafarian style beanie hat with all the colors. Red, yellow, green,
etc. They were busily discussing what she/they were working on. On a
holographic compute monitor in the table, she was pulling up a region
of space. It was a sub galactic pocket of stars....between galaxies, a
clump more then a spiral region. A small loosely organized galaxy i
suppose. It was intersecting the broader milky way at one of the
arms...moving through it like a lighter gas through a heavier one was
my impression. She was looking at the types of stars in it. Most of them
were young to moderate aged suns like our own, Yellowish stars. I was
listening intently without disrupting....i asked a few questions about
relative time tot he now or earths existence, and she showed how since
the relative time differential was not constant in the two globs of gas,
as it passed through the milky way the age of the planets was about the
same in time as the earths now...i.e. formed, habitable, and now. she
seemed to be the team lead by default. Her point was all the attention
was given to the spiral galaxy the milk way, but the richest area of
life wasn?t tin it, it was intersecting it, including, supposedly, the
earth system. The attention was on the milk way, the popular mindshare,
but that small region was where the action as what was interesting.
(something about dense galactic cores and emit ions, waves of supernova
radiation...long term, the spirals tend to sterilize life...over
billions of years. life is her e because its from the more loosely
organized, chaotic loose sub galaxy that?s just passing through the more
ridged spiral region) this was academic to an extent. She pulled dup
individual stars and ran simulations of them in heir time and the new
interaction time etc. Wasn?t directed research per say. Just a team
project research etc. It was like...people assume we are of the milky
way local galaxy, but we belong to another one altogether we are moving
through. Said with the concern that I told you we at my home are on the
pacific, not north American plate. or in-between. wasn?t a point to it
per say, was just interesting thing to point out. no urgency immediately
or per say.
then one of the other employees mentioned
going to get lunch....she hesitated because the room was crowded, and
her tail was odd and noticeable. another one, who acted a little to
interested din her...lol...said just throw three sweaters around your
waist it will just look like a big weird backside. She laughed and said
"my mother could pull that off...imp not my mother. Her father or
grandfather was full whatever alien he was...and she took more fully to
his traits then her mother. But she tried it anyway and i followed the
group back into t he main concourse. which had more the look of an ultra
modern space now. like a cruise ship or a part of a larger structure
craft. there were less people now. They (workgroup) were going to
purchase a, meal with their employee credits..and i was damn it i didn?t
have to spend cash on that burger i could have use d my employee badge.
Well i wanted to sit with them so i found a place that made shakes i
was going to get milkshake and have that with them as they ate. then
there was a terrible racket.
without much introduction, a
angry spirit roared through the space. It urinated colors...blues and
purples mostly. it wailed up a and down and chased people out. I was ok
well dang it i just want my milkshake. but every time i would hide
behind something to sip it the specter would find me and make me move
then dart off to chase others. it was letting no one rest and was noisy
and had people running. Everyone was getting distracted and the team was
sitting in t he middle getting worried because all the other passers by
were diving and hiding and it was chaotic. the entire place was
imperiled somehow by this. I felt like i had to pee again. so i went
into the bathroom. this time there were no urinals but to pee i didn?t
have to really pee anyway. i was huh...wrong bathroom? that lizard
tailed Rasta was in there...i mad ea joke about whoops cant tell the
boys pee place from the girls or something and she laughed. It was ok,
it was all simulation anyway, equivalent. i chuckled then the spirit
roared into he bathroom. A public bathroom is a small space, so it was
booing and flinging great gobs of purple and blue which looked like oil
paint when they hit it was all over me and everything. I spoke to the
spirit and its cognition didn?t seem to be more then 7 year old child in
t he center of that maelstrom. it sat down in a far corner and stopped
wailing was communicating somewhat answering questions. I took a few
steps out of the bathroom and communicated to the team i would handle
it. I started shuffling and dancing from side to side. making a drumbeat
and instrument line. i swear there was an electric guitar too. It was a
silly shuffling dance and song like the wiggles might sing, but not.
the words were not words and music not music. I then approached the
spirit again and could see even more clearly. He wasn?t hurling feces.
Just pee that was made into oil paints. i looked again and he was even
younger...5 years, 3 years...and infant...a newborn. I spoke with him as
he regressed, asking questions. finally i saw that he had died right
after childbirth. he had only peed, never pooped, he didn?t live that
long. i was very sad and protective and also resolved. As i asked him a
nd he regressed, there was also a very adult counterpoint to the energy.
what i was saying was true, but it was just a truth to the being. it
was also something old and scary and aware. and also it was the child.
that was one of its lives. I?m not sure what happened exactly, by
singing and asking it became more solidly what i was saying. collapsing
into that form and reality and mind. So it was and was not. an infant
then.
as it became more visibly that, finally i finished my song. i
bade it to return to spirit place. I told him it was ok, to wait for me
there. to find my helpers. when i returned he could be my son there, for
a time. He agreed, but the adult part was reserve don it. so he became a
fetus, and then turned inside out back to the spirit world. I felt
mixed. It also could have become a grown man. but i sang it to being a
child, into being born once more. In any event, it had stopped the
eruption but i had more work and adventures ahead with what I promised
anyway we could leave the bathroom now. I don?t know what the res t of
the team saw or heard in the song. the lizard lady saw more...but she
also was the most reserved and mysterious. she just smiled...her face
wasn?t lizard it was human but greenish and blues around the lips. the
res t of the team was annoyed. like a fire alarm had been pulled. the
common space had shifted again, but they don?t notice the shifts. the
lizard just somewhat, just enough to smile a bit. that?s when i stopped
remembering the dream again.