11-22-2011, 12:00 AM
I decided to keep posting after that. This is one of many dreams about an "end to reality", if not the end of the world.
Tue, 1/12/10
Well, the dream was last night, not from that lol.
I had gotten a ride to Costco, as I have no car, from some of the people around here...the biker guy irl think that always want to tell me about their plans for making it big and want my help...so I try and help but I cant make it so they loose interest till a year or two latter and some other dream/plan. In the Costco type place I was alone. I had exactly ten dollars to spend. I wanted treats but more then that likes cereal so I needed to get him some, and if their was leftover, a little treat I decided. The building was confusing, more like the warehouse from the end of Indiana Jones then a store. there was a second floor for members, butt he bottom one was full of deals to entice the buying of said membership. As I wandered, I realized I had one of the manager type walkie talkies in on their frequency. but I wasn’t a manager and it seemed wrong. mine had more switches, directions written on taped on tabs, etc. the size of a big cordless. I don’t know why having it seemed so shame filling, but finally I left it by a store curtsey phone across from a managers cubicle (just in a space between isles. Once I left it I was not eavesdropping and I was completely anonymous. Didn’t want customers thinking I could do things with authority I did not have, or was stripped of long ago. I finally find an end of an isle with cereal for . First im looking at one box of captain crunch....but its tall and narrow, and when I shake it there isn’t much inside. So I put it back. Then I see a huge box of honeycombs, and while they don’t taste as good as captain crunch there are more of them and they are big in the mouth and the box is heavy. So that goes into my other hand. for the second box I pick honey bunches of oats with almonds, because that looks like it has different nutrients and I like it too. and he’s never had it. I think I had spend about 9 dollars with tax. I’m looking at a 50 pound box of individually wrapped strudel. I really want a strudel! but the box is 60$. I fret if there are any individual ones I can buy with my last dollar, but don’t think so. As im looking around things are changing. First the isle next to me goes from cereal to cleaning supplies, like a ripple. So I find another isle with treats, but as im walking, everything is changing randomly. the layout, the tile, the signs, magically shifting and changing. The cereal boxes just fade out of my hand. but im still in Costco ish mega store. This time I find a person and ask if they a re seeing it too. yes, they are, and its making shopping annoying. Everyone is seeing it, but they are just shopping whatever is in front of them its changing too. they see it, but they don’t react keep on as if its not happening. I find a spot with treats and cereal again, but it shifts real fast to car air filters and sparkplugs...im holding a box of sparkplugs all of a sudden so I put it down. Now I want to look outside, and wind my way through the shopping labyrinth to a huge steel delivery door/window. this store is on a hill like a castle, with a broad panorama of inland so cal towards los angels.
I can see the cars on the freeway, the distant office tower, the orngeish smudge of the horizon that is the desert. but towards the city, and off to the left, is something. Its like a mountain that dwarfs the mountains, 10 miles high maybe, but clear and sharp. its alive...its slowly moving like stone. As I look, I can see it has legs and feet. the space beneath a foot would be 3 miles long, as it slowly stamps and moves towards where I am. as I look more, I see it has a head like a saber tooth tiger, fangs of stone miles long flicking back and forth and it turns it massive stone head. I look a t what its doing. Its head is diving in, the stone fangs going after people, one by one, as it destroys in slow motion. I worry for my parents, who went out to eat somewhere out there. but I judge its 60 miles from where they a re, and they have time to get back I suppose. That’s why time and reality was shifting, that’s what the creature does, every tear of its teeth or stomp of the foot pounds out a new fractured reality...the time waves were ripples from its motions, and getting stronger rand more chaotic as it ground its slow march of slaughter closer. I say slaughter but individual people and cities cars are so small compared to it its like a dance of stone. slaughter of microbes as you walk across the grass.
You might think this is a good place to wake, but no. I don’t wake. I shift. into t he future after this. Its some decades later. were as once the earth was teeming with people and with this world, crowded and smoggy and concrete its gone. people live at point s of light on the globe. I can see the whole globe...here are a few in California, some in Oregon, some on the plains, some here and their across the earth. I am at one of these places, but not where I was before. As far as I could tell, the point of light I was at was an island (that doesn’t exist) several hundred miles off the coast of the southern end of western Australia. Like Christmas island, but with a more temperate climate and in a different place. And it was also where I am now...I never moved. the earth rippled. There aren’t many of us here. here, maybe two years older. there are others, but not many. We live in caves to hide from the thing. The world had started mending somewhat....all hundred thousand people maybe scattered at those points of light. nations and civilization were restarting in some, like the group based out of DC. But I seem tot think we need to stay in the caves, and camouflage what tech we have, (so one of the few cars is covered in palm fronds and grass so it look s like a moving tangle of brush when in motion, and nothing when stopped). I’m really insistent on it. the actual transition to this was me laying on a bedroom floor, but the room was now in a hill with a window cut out . I’m laying there, still. there is a form like one of those teeth or menace just outside the flimsy curtain. be still. don’t talk. don’t turn on anything electrical. After time it passes. But my (partner?) lady is growing tired of it and me lol. she argues its passed time to build and sing and leaves me on that floor still not daring to draw breath. Me and and others. so she goes, and I cant stop it, or convince otherwise. Well the island was beautiful, the stone pillar hills of china, the deep blue of the Caribbean, orange groves on plateaus of stone rising from a sparkling blue sea. everything wild, park like but like a garden of Eden. Roads that were part of the earth, not cut into it. Food from the branches and a area that was small, varied, and infinite like gods garden. And a doom still present. Before I was hiding, we did use the radio and satellites to communicate. This group and that rebuilding their worlds...you know how it is, one group has some military, or another some great leaders or thinkers or philosophers among them so they think they have the wisdom to set the way forward. and they debate and politic and define the reality of what needs to happen in the space between their positions. which seems dumb. I guess I stopped trying to debate and argue or temper that, and would hide when the eyes were looking for us. Our group was the smallest, maybe a dozen people, and spread across the Eden archipelago. The first glimpse I had of the doom, other then the gaze outside the window that petrified me, was a great foot flattening a beautiful wild orchard of oranges and bananas on a pillar that rose from the sea. the whole thing smashed down. although now the leg was invisible. so I grabbed and those four or five of the dozen that were closest and took the leaf car and went deep into the jungle. Were it wasn’t so park like and more like a wild jungle. not far as you measure things, just into the brambles and scary that’s always right there if you look a little off the path and straight ahead. as I go in, I see the whole world again. points of light winking out. First the technocrats in DC, then Japan, north America in a pattern. Those that were actively communicating and most centralized winking out first. something was slowly moving from one spot to another and destroying/ending all there. As I suspected, we weren’t out of the woods, this was the mop up. The military guys thought they could fight but they winked out first. or the builders thought they could build walls and domes....they were next. the peaceful thought they could sing love and goodwill. they were taken out too. By the patterns I could see we would be one of the last to be taken care of. the smallest and least organized. It wasn’t the great stone world beast this time. They looked like ufo's. but they weren’t. they were solid mineral, descending and wiping out each spot where people were left, from space, in a pattern. they weren’t the same as the great stone world beast. they were cleansing after his passage...maybe to starve him who knows. the world beast cat of stone was still in the world, but smaller, and invisible, but still looking and squashing orchards. maybe (I thought after it was done) they were wiping out the people so the beast was destroyed...couldn’t live without the people to create him.
I see the time left is maybe days as I experience it in that Eden. So im back in the jungle. I think must go deeper. In the thickest darkest part of the jungle their are more caves. So we five go in (im not even the boss) the caves get dark and damp and scary, but I grope forward. deeper. underground. how deep does one need to be to be beyond those ships coming, or the bests footprints? Never deep enough, to shallow. deeper. Although not physically. We came to a cavern. in the center of it was a temple. Pre Mayan maybe. Maybe the construction of the civilizations that faded out in Polynesia. seemed more like Polynesia in stone then Mayan. but it wasn’t any of them exactly. wasn’t huge but it was solid, in the cave. So we entered the temple...just big rooms, full of rivulets here for blood, fire pits there, damp and slick with age and time. In the central chamber...there was a slightly raised stone with holes. The one that first left (I believe...the companion) told me not to step on it, I would be trapped and die. But as im want to do, I tripped onto it and tried to sneak away before anyone noticed. The whole temple wobbled back and forth, and I got yelled at. then it began to descend. the whole temple was on a central stone shaft like an elevator...it was resting underground, but could go all the way to the surface too. But now it was descending....deeper and deeper into the netherworld, into darkness. Riding a pillar of obsidian. that part I tripped on with holes raised to be an alter...there were old hemp ropes at the ends. "See, said the companion, this is where the princes were tied as they were sacrificed and sent to the land of the dead". imp not so sure her perspective is quite right. The temple comes to a rest, and we leave. "do you smell the cooked flesh of the sacrifices from times before she chides me" but I don’t smell it. I look a t the alter and see it was used to send princes for healing, not consumption, although maybe that was part of it in this place. Its a deep inner swamp. no trees, muck and green algae and dead sticks of a forest. With monsters and demons? I look straight in. I see two horrible forms coming to eat the sacrificed meat they must feed on? I look a gain. sees them! and laughs and runs out and hugs them. They a rent monsters, they are friends, like things from spore, monsters from imagination who are guides or friends. Safe. There is food too, in the deep swamp, not as good looking as in the Eden. But the swamp is an Eden too, a deep inverse place as full s life and beauty, although the beauty is pretty slimy and gross if you live in the top garden. lol. The temple would take the sacrificed down here....and they would die and be born and walk into it. Death? the temple transitioned from alive to dead and back seamlessly? I didn’t have time to think, I kind of knew what it was, even when told no it wasn’t. I left with his giant pupa slime friends, and the others with him, and desperately rode the temple back up to Eden. Down there was the only place to be safe. Alive in the land of "death". Or the womb....whatever lots of perceptions I didn’t dwell on in the action. I rode the temple all the way to the top...but only made one little door pop up into the jungle. I went to gather the other dozen. They were spread out, here and there hiding. I looked to the sky. the ships were here. The ships like solid sea shells or sand dollars. They were dropping bombs or asteroids or something that looked like pearls. it would mineralize and sterilize the surface for a long time. but I saw them fall in slow motion. One person found me and I sent them to wait by the alter for the others incase I didn’t make it in time. I thought about he viability of humanity, a dozen people...not enough for genetic diversity....and he laughed, and pointed me to one lady coming from the forest. Italian? Indian? Eskimo? south American? all of them in one. in each of the twelve left. one person a race of dna? I was pressed for time. I don’t know if I gathered the rest of the twelve. the calcium pearl bombs energy were falling in slow motion, the sky was full of the shell ships. I think the world beast was coming too. lived from the last twelve. I didn’t see if I succeeded or failed, some were safe below, the rest it was a cliffhanger. At the point I left the temple to gather the lost ones, those on the surface still, I woke, the last thing I looked at was a sky full of a thousand falling pearls or seeds. >
Tue, 1/12/10
Well, the dream was last night, not from that lol.
I had gotten a ride to Costco, as I have no car, from some of the people around here...the biker guy irl think that always want to tell me about their plans for making it big and want my help...so I try and help but I cant make it so they loose interest till a year or two latter and some other dream/plan. In the Costco type place I was alone. I had exactly ten dollars to spend. I wanted treats but more then that likes cereal so I needed to get him some, and if their was leftover, a little treat I decided. The building was confusing, more like the warehouse from the end of Indiana Jones then a store. there was a second floor for members, butt he bottom one was full of deals to entice the buying of said membership. As I wandered, I realized I had one of the manager type walkie talkies in on their frequency. but I wasn’t a manager and it seemed wrong. mine had more switches, directions written on taped on tabs, etc. the size of a big cordless. I don’t know why having it seemed so shame filling, but finally I left it by a store curtsey phone across from a managers cubicle (just in a space between isles. Once I left it I was not eavesdropping and I was completely anonymous. Didn’t want customers thinking I could do things with authority I did not have, or was stripped of long ago. I finally find an end of an isle with cereal for . First im looking at one box of captain crunch....but its tall and narrow, and when I shake it there isn’t much inside. So I put it back. Then I see a huge box of honeycombs, and while they don’t taste as good as captain crunch there are more of them and they are big in the mouth and the box is heavy. So that goes into my other hand. for the second box I pick honey bunches of oats with almonds, because that looks like it has different nutrients and I like it too. and he’s never had it. I think I had spend about 9 dollars with tax. I’m looking at a 50 pound box of individually wrapped strudel. I really want a strudel! but the box is 60$. I fret if there are any individual ones I can buy with my last dollar, but don’t think so. As im looking around things are changing. First the isle next to me goes from cereal to cleaning supplies, like a ripple. So I find another isle with treats, but as im walking, everything is changing randomly. the layout, the tile, the signs, magically shifting and changing. The cereal boxes just fade out of my hand. but im still in Costco ish mega store. This time I find a person and ask if they a re seeing it too. yes, they are, and its making shopping annoying. Everyone is seeing it, but they are just shopping whatever is in front of them its changing too. they see it, but they don’t react keep on as if its not happening. I find a spot with treats and cereal again, but it shifts real fast to car air filters and sparkplugs...im holding a box of sparkplugs all of a sudden so I put it down. Now I want to look outside, and wind my way through the shopping labyrinth to a huge steel delivery door/window. this store is on a hill like a castle, with a broad panorama of inland so cal towards los angels.
I can see the cars on the freeway, the distant office tower, the orngeish smudge of the horizon that is the desert. but towards the city, and off to the left, is something. Its like a mountain that dwarfs the mountains, 10 miles high maybe, but clear and sharp. its alive...its slowly moving like stone. As I look, I can see it has legs and feet. the space beneath a foot would be 3 miles long, as it slowly stamps and moves towards where I am. as I look more, I see it has a head like a saber tooth tiger, fangs of stone miles long flicking back and forth and it turns it massive stone head. I look a t what its doing. Its head is diving in, the stone fangs going after people, one by one, as it destroys in slow motion. I worry for my parents, who went out to eat somewhere out there. but I judge its 60 miles from where they a re, and they have time to get back I suppose. That’s why time and reality was shifting, that’s what the creature does, every tear of its teeth or stomp of the foot pounds out a new fractured reality...the time waves were ripples from its motions, and getting stronger rand more chaotic as it ground its slow march of slaughter closer. I say slaughter but individual people and cities cars are so small compared to it its like a dance of stone. slaughter of microbes as you walk across the grass.
You might think this is a good place to wake, but no. I don’t wake. I shift. into t he future after this. Its some decades later. were as once the earth was teeming with people and with this world, crowded and smoggy and concrete its gone. people live at point s of light on the globe. I can see the whole globe...here are a few in California, some in Oregon, some on the plains, some here and their across the earth. I am at one of these places, but not where I was before. As far as I could tell, the point of light I was at was an island (that doesn’t exist) several hundred miles off the coast of the southern end of western Australia. Like Christmas island, but with a more temperate climate and in a different place. And it was also where I am now...I never moved. the earth rippled. There aren’t many of us here. here, maybe two years older. there are others, but not many. We live in caves to hide from the thing. The world had started mending somewhat....all hundred thousand people maybe scattered at those points of light. nations and civilization were restarting in some, like the group based out of DC. But I seem tot think we need to stay in the caves, and camouflage what tech we have, (so one of the few cars is covered in palm fronds and grass so it look s like a moving tangle of brush when in motion, and nothing when stopped). I’m really insistent on it. the actual transition to this was me laying on a bedroom floor, but the room was now in a hill with a window cut out . I’m laying there, still. there is a form like one of those teeth or menace just outside the flimsy curtain. be still. don’t talk. don’t turn on anything electrical. After time it passes. But my (partner?) lady is growing tired of it and me lol. she argues its passed time to build and sing and leaves me on that floor still not daring to draw breath. Me and and others. so she goes, and I cant stop it, or convince otherwise. Well the island was beautiful, the stone pillar hills of china, the deep blue of the Caribbean, orange groves on plateaus of stone rising from a sparkling blue sea. everything wild, park like but like a garden of Eden. Roads that were part of the earth, not cut into it. Food from the branches and a area that was small, varied, and infinite like gods garden. And a doom still present. Before I was hiding, we did use the radio and satellites to communicate. This group and that rebuilding their worlds...you know how it is, one group has some military, or another some great leaders or thinkers or philosophers among them so they think they have the wisdom to set the way forward. and they debate and politic and define the reality of what needs to happen in the space between their positions. which seems dumb. I guess I stopped trying to debate and argue or temper that, and would hide when the eyes were looking for us. Our group was the smallest, maybe a dozen people, and spread across the Eden archipelago. The first glimpse I had of the doom, other then the gaze outside the window that petrified me, was a great foot flattening a beautiful wild orchard of oranges and bananas on a pillar that rose from the sea. the whole thing smashed down. although now the leg was invisible. so I grabbed and those four or five of the dozen that were closest and took the leaf car and went deep into the jungle. Were it wasn’t so park like and more like a wild jungle. not far as you measure things, just into the brambles and scary that’s always right there if you look a little off the path and straight ahead. as I go in, I see the whole world again. points of light winking out. First the technocrats in DC, then Japan, north America in a pattern. Those that were actively communicating and most centralized winking out first. something was slowly moving from one spot to another and destroying/ending all there. As I suspected, we weren’t out of the woods, this was the mop up. The military guys thought they could fight but they winked out first. or the builders thought they could build walls and domes....they were next. the peaceful thought they could sing love and goodwill. they were taken out too. By the patterns I could see we would be one of the last to be taken care of. the smallest and least organized. It wasn’t the great stone world beast this time. They looked like ufo's. but they weren’t. they were solid mineral, descending and wiping out each spot where people were left, from space, in a pattern. they weren’t the same as the great stone world beast. they were cleansing after his passage...maybe to starve him who knows. the world beast cat of stone was still in the world, but smaller, and invisible, but still looking and squashing orchards. maybe (I thought after it was done) they were wiping out the people so the beast was destroyed...couldn’t live without the people to create him.
I see the time left is maybe days as I experience it in that Eden. So im back in the jungle. I think must go deeper. In the thickest darkest part of the jungle their are more caves. So we five go in (im not even the boss) the caves get dark and damp and scary, but I grope forward. deeper. underground. how deep does one need to be to be beyond those ships coming, or the bests footprints? Never deep enough, to shallow. deeper. Although not physically. We came to a cavern. in the center of it was a temple. Pre Mayan maybe. Maybe the construction of the civilizations that faded out in Polynesia. seemed more like Polynesia in stone then Mayan. but it wasn’t any of them exactly. wasn’t huge but it was solid, in the cave. So we entered the temple...just big rooms, full of rivulets here for blood, fire pits there, damp and slick with age and time. In the central chamber...there was a slightly raised stone with holes. The one that first left (I believe...the companion) told me not to step on it, I would be trapped and die. But as im want to do, I tripped onto it and tried to sneak away before anyone noticed. The whole temple wobbled back and forth, and I got yelled at. then it began to descend. the whole temple was on a central stone shaft like an elevator...it was resting underground, but could go all the way to the surface too. But now it was descending....deeper and deeper into the netherworld, into darkness. Riding a pillar of obsidian. that part I tripped on with holes raised to be an alter...there were old hemp ropes at the ends. "See, said the companion, this is where the princes were tied as they were sacrificed and sent to the land of the dead". imp not so sure her perspective is quite right. The temple comes to a rest, and we leave. "do you smell the cooked flesh of the sacrifices from times before she chides me" but I don’t smell it. I look a t the alter and see it was used to send princes for healing, not consumption, although maybe that was part of it in this place. Its a deep inner swamp. no trees, muck and green algae and dead sticks of a forest. With monsters and demons? I look straight in. I see two horrible forms coming to eat the sacrificed meat they must feed on? I look a gain. sees them! and laughs and runs out and hugs them. They a rent monsters, they are friends, like things from spore, monsters from imagination who are guides or friends. Safe. There is food too, in the deep swamp, not as good looking as in the Eden. But the swamp is an Eden too, a deep inverse place as full s life and beauty, although the beauty is pretty slimy and gross if you live in the top garden. lol. The temple would take the sacrificed down here....and they would die and be born and walk into it. Death? the temple transitioned from alive to dead and back seamlessly? I didn’t have time to think, I kind of knew what it was, even when told no it wasn’t. I left with his giant pupa slime friends, and the others with him, and desperately rode the temple back up to Eden. Down there was the only place to be safe. Alive in the land of "death". Or the womb....whatever lots of perceptions I didn’t dwell on in the action. I rode the temple all the way to the top...but only made one little door pop up into the jungle. I went to gather the other dozen. They were spread out, here and there hiding. I looked to the sky. the ships were here. The ships like solid sea shells or sand dollars. They were dropping bombs or asteroids or something that looked like pearls. it would mineralize and sterilize the surface for a long time. but I saw them fall in slow motion. One person found me and I sent them to wait by the alter for the others incase I didn’t make it in time. I thought about he viability of humanity, a dozen people...not enough for genetic diversity....and he laughed, and pointed me to one lady coming from the forest. Italian? Indian? Eskimo? south American? all of them in one. in each of the twelve left. one person a race of dna? I was pressed for time. I don’t know if I gathered the rest of the twelve. the calcium pearl bombs energy were falling in slow motion, the sky was full of the shell ships. I think the world beast was coming too. lived from the last twelve. I didn’t see if I succeeded or failed, some were safe below, the rest it was a cliffhanger. At the point I left the temple to gather the lost ones, those on the surface still, I woke, the last thing I looked at was a sky full of a thousand falling pearls or seeds. >