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wolven7Dreamed of Teinds up stylised stairs, set in a V, done in gray, with red doors at their tops. I went up the right hand set, and held agaist the wall as the howling started, I was knocked unconscious and scraped with cuts and glass, but I survived. As I came to, I was dragged through the red door, and set to hold the controls of the plane that was flying us. The plane was Hell, and the co-pilot was freaking out, because I'd snapped the pilot's neck, in a daze, as he tried to stop me. But, when our movements didn't synchronize, she calmed down, and taught me how to fly the plane, so that we didn't all die. I threw the lpane for a loop, to be sure that everyone knew what putting me at the controls meant.
Second section was stylised sex. Fucking and recriminations, and some trying to prove their innocence of a crime by the people with whom they had been seen. They were an ACA (Assistant Communioty Assistant; it was a GSU Village thing), and they had been counciling some kids, at the time of the murder.
Third section was a strange combination of Say Anything, The Breakfast Club, and Back to the Future, and Angel. We needed to get Diane her scholarship, so Wesley drove my car to get some things, while Doc went with Molly Ringwald and Anthony Michael Hall to find computer parts. Something in here about old-style video games, like a version of Mario/Donkey Kong, played in my mom's house. There was a subplot of Doc and this woman falling for each other, and hooking up, and at one point-- after I had parked Doc's car in the school parking lot, where it wouldn't get stolen-- I didn't see her, or her car around, and I was scarred that she had left him, or died. He explained that she was inside sleeping, and that she needed some time to process all of this. He said that Diane was a good person (who was also Fred), and that we all deserved the benefits that her scholarship could bring. I handed him the piece that fell off of his car; it came from the steering wheel's side panel. "No it didn't," he said, and I told him "Oh, it's not broken, you can just slot it right back in place. He just shook his head, frantically, and hurried inside. I yelled after him "But what if it should cut the--" "No!" I had been about to simply something about his future, wondering what if that piece cut the rubberband off of a stack of some papers, and something was either found or lost..
Dreams are strange things... Sure, it's no Kool-Aid man, but there you are...
I actually received this from Science Officer![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wacko1138, days ago; I've simply been negligent in my reportage: '. . . Itay Baruchi and Eshel Ben-Jacob carefully examined the firing patterns of a sea of electrodes and found that they could "deliberately create additional firing patterns that coexist with the spontaneous patterns." These forced patterns could theoretically represent simple memories stored in the neuron network, and after giving it a go on their own, they were able to see "memory patterns" persist for over forty hours in a homegrown concoction.'
Do you know what this means? I'm two years away from being able to download myself into wired, that's what this means.
It also means people trying to steal my memories... Hmmm. Next: Memory Shield!
Ta.
Second section was stylised sex. Fucking and recriminations, and some trying to prove their innocence of a crime by the people with whom they had been seen. They were an ACA (Assistant Communioty Assistant; it was a GSU Village thing), and they had been counciling some kids, at the time of the murder.
Third section was a strange combination of Say Anything, The Breakfast Club, and Back to the Future, and Angel. We needed to get Diane her scholarship, so Wesley drove my car to get some things, while Doc went with Molly Ringwald and Anthony Michael Hall to find computer parts. Something in here about old-style video games, like a version of Mario/Donkey Kong, played in my mom's house. There was a subplot of Doc and this woman falling for each other, and hooking up, and at one point-- after I had parked Doc's car in the school parking lot, where it wouldn't get stolen-- I didn't see her, or her car around, and I was scarred that she had left him, or died. He explained that she was inside sleeping, and that she needed some time to process all of this. He said that Diane was a good person (who was also Fred), and that we all deserved the benefits that her scholarship could bring. I handed him the piece that fell off of his car; it came from the steering wheel's side panel. "No it didn't," he said, and I told him "Oh, it's not broken, you can just slot it right back in place. He just shook his head, frantically, and hurried inside. I yelled after him "But what if it should cut the--" "No!" I had been about to simply something about his future, wondering what if that piece cut the rubberband off of a stack of some papers, and something was either found or lost..
Dreams are strange things... Sure, it's no Kool-Aid man, but there you are...
I actually received this from Science Officer
wacko1138, days ago; I've simply been negligent in my reportage: '. . . Itay Baruchi and Eshel Ben-Jacob carefully examined the firing patterns of a sea of electrodes and found that they could "deliberately create additional firing patterns that coexist with the spontaneous patterns." These forced patterns could theoretically represent simple memories stored in the neuron network, and after giving it a go on their own, they were able to see "memory patterns" persist for over forty hours in a homegrown concoction.'Do you know what this means? I'm two years away from being able to download myself into wired, that's what this means.
It also means people trying to steal my memories... Hmmm. Next: Memory Shield!
Ta.
- mech_angel turning over in her sleep
