Dreams in many senses of the word
Jan. 25th, 2007 10:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Dreams went as follows:
Something about a rather large woman wandering through a bar, which somehow connects with livejournal. Flicker that bar to an airport, flicker the airport to an arcade.
Playing a game that decides the fate of the universe, and a bunch of punk kids want to horn in on it. The arcade is in a Putt-Putt Golf and Games™. After playing Skee-Ball for a few hours, and winning a fwe tickets, i got somewhere else, time passes, and the kids go away. I come back, a little later, and the gabe is broken. There's no ramp, no hoops, and no ball. All I can do is presses these buttons for direction and speed. If I do it right, tickets come out, and If I do it wrong, nothing happens. AS I play, I can see that there is a sort of structure, out in the middle of the putting arena, on an island, and I'm supposed to be playing virtual Skee-Ball, and building some kind of virtual structure.
I'm in the system of the game, now, and i've found the "View Screen" option, and it shows me what I'm trying to do, and I'm testing new weapons, in this game, to see which ones most easily detroy the structure on the island. As I played, the creawtor of the game appeared, with his kid in tow, taking notes, and listening to the advice I gave him.
Driving somewehre, from somewhere, taking curves too fast, blowing through tolls, before I've realised, and somehow I get turned around backwards and Am driving the car backwards down the highway, really fast, and am doing Really well. Eventually I get turned around again, and go the right way, without incident. But I had a Lot of fun.
Something about Jeremy Piven, and something about him being a mob informant with a different name than he uses, in the new movie. He provides the sides of the case with evidences against each other, and tells them to smoke the papers that are left. I think to my self that this must be how he got a hit on him, because the price on his head, at the moment, is low.
More flshes of the airport, a mall, a movie theater.
He asks me a really important, erally uncomfortable question. Before I have to answer it, I wake up
Working on some new angles, some new ideas for things, but there are problems. These things are born of spite they are there to beat the drum and say "What the Fuck Is Wrong With You People?!" They are designed to open minds, which means that, if they worked, your mind was somewhat closed, to begin with (don't worry, it's true of Everyone). And no one likes hearing that.
No one likes hearing that it mnight be time to re-examine foundational thought. (Tom Waits - [Clang Boom Steam]). That thought's foundatyional, man. It's not there to be examined. It's there to be... Foundations!
Chumbawamba - [I Want More]--- Fuck your foundations. Every day, I wake up to something we thought was a rock solid law of the godsdamned universe being found to more like a rough guideline. Something that works, all the time, completely and infallibly, except when it Doesn't. We're holding on to localised gravity, byt a very thin thread. You do realise that, don't you? Your foundation is for shit. I shot bottle rockets at it, and i'm pretty sure the constuction company thought sand would do just as well as concrete. Don't put anything too heavy on it, unless it shifts, too.
The Dresden Dolls - [Modern Moonlight]--- Good morning. I've come to tell you about an amazing opportunity in Shutting the Fuck Up, and Remembering What Learning in Philosophy is Supposed to Be. Mind if I come inside?
Something about a rather large woman wandering through a bar, which somehow connects with livejournal. Flicker that bar to an airport, flicker the airport to an arcade.
Playing a game that decides the fate of the universe, and a bunch of punk kids want to horn in on it. The arcade is in a Putt-Putt Golf and Games™. After playing Skee-Ball for a few hours, and winning a fwe tickets, i got somewhere else, time passes, and the kids go away. I come back, a little later, and the gabe is broken. There's no ramp, no hoops, and no ball. All I can do is presses these buttons for direction and speed. If I do it right, tickets come out, and If I do it wrong, nothing happens. AS I play, I can see that there is a sort of structure, out in the middle of the putting arena, on an island, and I'm supposed to be playing virtual Skee-Ball, and building some kind of virtual structure.
I'm in the system of the game, now, and i've found the "View Screen" option, and it shows me what I'm trying to do, and I'm testing new weapons, in this game, to see which ones most easily detroy the structure on the island. As I played, the creawtor of the game appeared, with his kid in tow, taking notes, and listening to the advice I gave him.
Driving somewehre, from somewhere, taking curves too fast, blowing through tolls, before I've realised, and somehow I get turned around backwards and Am driving the car backwards down the highway, really fast, and am doing Really well. Eventually I get turned around again, and go the right way, without incident. But I had a Lot of fun.
Something about Jeremy Piven, and something about him being a mob informant with a different name than he uses, in the new movie. He provides the sides of the case with evidences against each other, and tells them to smoke the papers that are left. I think to my self that this must be how he got a hit on him, because the price on his head, at the moment, is low.
More flshes of the airport, a mall, a movie theater.
He asks me a really important, erally uncomfortable question. Before I have to answer it, I wake up
Working on some new angles, some new ideas for things, but there are problems. These things are born of spite they are there to beat the drum and say "What the Fuck Is Wrong With You People?!" They are designed to open minds, which means that, if they worked, your mind was somewhat closed, to begin with (don't worry, it's true of Everyone). And no one likes hearing that.
No one likes hearing that it mnight be time to re-examine foundational thought. (Tom Waits - [Clang Boom Steam]). That thought's foundatyional, man. It's not there to be examined. It's there to be... Foundations!
Chumbawamba - [I Want More]--- Fuck your foundations. Every day, I wake up to something we thought was a rock solid law of the godsdamned universe being found to more like a rough guideline. Something that works, all the time, completely and infallibly, except when it Doesn't. We're holding on to localised gravity, byt a very thin thread. You do realise that, don't you? Your foundation is for shit. I shot bottle rockets at it, and i'm pretty sure the constuction company thought sand would do just as well as concrete. Don't put anything too heavy on it, unless it shifts, too.
The Dresden Dolls - [Modern Moonlight]--- Good morning. I've come to tell you about an amazing opportunity in Shutting the Fuck Up, and Remembering What Learning in Philosophy is Supposed to Be. Mind if I come inside?
