Dreams, again. {Houses, fireworks, Videogames, Aliens from other dimensions}

Attrition - ["Andante"]--- We all moved into a new house, which was like the alley next to my house, and the other houses, when i lived with my dad, on 13th and F, in DC. There was a loft area, and the only way to get into the house was via a window, like the one in out house, now, but on a porrch. (Attrition - [Dante's Kitchen]). This was the alley, and the front door, and, naturally, the house was larger on the inside tham the outside. Parts of the house over hung parts that it didn't from the outside. I think Ben Stiller was there. I was waiting for mech_angel to get home from work.

There was a large staircase, with a landing, almost as long as a school bus. It was the two stairwells of the Douglas House put together, and some other things. We super glued the dart board up on the inclined ceiling. Victoria, Al's girlfriend, threw darts at it, and almost hurt some people, when they didn't stay. The staircase kept changing shape and position, in the house.

We were in the top room, which was a combination of rooms and houses, mostly my grandmother's, and we were shooting off fireworks. They kept going dangerously close to the neighbours' windows, and people were doing dumb things like holding them in their laps, and lighting them. (Attrition - [The Head of Gabriel]). I got pretty pissed, and went downstairs, by jumping down the hole, where the stairs used to be, walking down stairs, and by walking next door. Different actions, all the same action.

I went to play video games, with Bob. He was showing some girl how to play Tekken, and she was talking about her father. I think beard was there. She was apparently an Alien princess, and we had all been in different universes, and worlds, trying to search our respective skies, for life. Far too many we had found were enslaved, when we found them, by their various world governments. Small pan-galactic, pan-universal, intraspatial resistance fronts began to form. (Attrition - [Two Gods ... Are Better Than One]). I beat Bob at Tekken, even though i couldn't see the camera angles, to fight, for a third of it.

I talked with the girl's father, more, and we discussed the natures of atmoshpere and air, and the trips to the moon, on our worlds. What came first, and how the people decided to search. They were all remarkably similar.

I woke up, due to my alarm, and felt more disoriented, this morning, than i have the past three days of little sleep. Kind of. Different, i think. Too much more sleep than I'd been used to, last night. But it's all good.

Working on paper, and reading for class, today. Hree, have a horror scope:

Here you are, perhaps in the process of finishing up the beginning stages of some project. In all likelihood, you have been working hard to rally people around this undertaking. Is your dream about creating an ideal community taking shape? Are you making good progress setting up a team or a research group? Go to the end of your dream in your endeavors, and above all, don't stop pushing ahead...

Attrition - [The Ladder]--- That's pretty encouraging. I'm off to see if anyone had the presence of mind to put the remaining foods away, because i know sure as hell didn't.

Not that hungry. But i could eat.

Later.

"He said it was like walking up to the edge of Hell, and looking over. . ."

Attrition - [Dante's Kitchen]--- ". . and maintaining your balance, as well as you can."

Whenever Dr Almeder mentions String Theory, or Quantum Physics, in class, now, he looks directly at me. He makes little side notes about particle physics, and unsupported hypotheses. We went on a twenty minute tangent, today, about the Causal Chain. He asked the question "When are we satisfied that we have found the First Cause, and the unmoved Mover?" I told him, and the class, "When you see the back of your own Head." He replied to that with some kind of half to himself, wistful consideration (like he does), about something i couldn't quite hear. Something about being "Unmoved," I think...

Getting tired of work, tired of not getting free money to live my life, as i see fit. More ideas, every day, i think, and write them down, trying to get them done, before they change, go away, are done by someone else. (Attrition - [The Head of Gabriel]). I want to be remembered, too.

Saw some graffiti, on the sidewalk, today. Made me think trite thoughts about the nature of permanence, and wanting to be remembered. Wanting to have been somewhere.

Everytime i read more about probabalistic explanation theory, as opposed to absolutism, in Explanation Production, i wonder why people can't simply say that we know enough to survive, as it stands, and if we don't, we'll know that, when we Don't. Why can't we say that, so far as we know, This is how things work, and that it may very well change, at any point in the near future? The world has borne this out to be true, numerous times. It even holds true, when dealing with God, and other Gods. They do what they do, and can be counted on to do so, until they don't and can't.

Feh.

I'm out.