"Machine dreams hold a special Vertigo."
Jul. 12th, 2003 01:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7"It came on, again, gradually, a flickering, nonlinear flood of fact and sensory data, a kind of narative conveyed in surreal jump cuts and juxtapositions. It was vaguely like riding a roller coaster that phased in and out of existence at random, impossibly rapid intervals, changing altitude, attack, and direction with each pulse of nothingness, except that the shifts had nothing to do with orientation, but rather with lightning alterations in paradigm and symbol system." - from William Gibson's Count Zero
Players include a school, that was a fortress, and people i supposedly knew, there, and tossing some kid into a [Non]sacraficial pool... Doing it once, when we were all kinds, another time, later, when i was an adult, and visiting the school. It was also the hotel from the dream with the Giant Game of Risk. I dreamed of transformers, and of G.I. Joe. Of the incredible Hulk, and of finding Horozontally Doubled Crosses, in Colmn Patterns, in a computer Grid. i dreamed that insects were trying to take ofver the EArth and that i stopped them, which is to say that i betrayed them as they were only trying to Co-Exist, in the most beneficial way, to all. I dreamed i was the Saint of Killers, i dreamed i was the Deligate to All Things. I dreamed i Left, because of my disgrace, and that i offered to get the bus driver some coffee, if he could just wait a second, while i went back into the school. He gave me the change. I dreamed every single thing i've ever done in my life, in rapid succession, lingering longer on some parts, than others. Merging, melding creating new things of the twised rubble. Pulling from things i Barely even remembered. I dreamed everything. Every wall border and boundary that i've ever created for myself, and the understandings of paths i've not yet taken... And it's all Jumbled, now. When i was ther, of course, i could pull it all out, know how one flowed to the next, in what i perceived to be a linear fashion. Now that i'm here, and i didn't allow my self to work backwards through the Stack... It's all There, and i can "see it, feel it, taste it, today".... (Faith No More - [Epic]). It's a bit Frightening.... because i still know Why behind the things that happened... And i don't want that to slip away. "You! Will never let! It Slip Away!"...
Faith No More - [The Real Thing]--- And, if you consider what i did to myself, last night, before i went to sleep, it's no wonder i dreamed There. It was a conversation about the very nature of perceptions, understaind, growth, exisetence, sep-/heptagons, Intention, in the world, patterns, connections (again), and the understanding of life through the events that you can make happen. Or something like that... Then i glanced through the later chapters of Gödel, Escher Bach:. . ., and saw what he says there...
In the dream, the giant, long anthill, on the hillside-- which was The Insect Mind-- where my school was, where they were trying to take over, where it looked as if i had betrayed them, was a Story, and i skipped to the end, as i was leaving, read the end of the story, and saw that, in the end, everything worked out ok. "You'll See; In the end, it's all Nice." It was a very happy thing, for everyone... Or, really, i think, it was the only Ending there could have been. My friend, with whom i later caught up, at the school, saw me looking ahead. And smiled. Then i got back on the bus, then i was walking across the desert wasteland, Dune-Like, and back to the school. Not everything was desert, and not even Desert was really only Desert. Every grain of sand was also a forest. Back to the school, and the kinds, inside, not knowing me, for who i am, and why they should, maybe, at least feel Obligated to say thank you. So i Teach them.
Faith No More - [Underwater Love]--- There are a lot of parts that i simply Cannot put into words, at the moment... Not these words. Not Yet. Soon....
I have to go...
Back later
Players include a school, that was a fortress, and people i supposedly knew, there, and tossing some kid into a [Non]sacraficial pool... Doing it once, when we were all kinds, another time, later, when i was an adult, and visiting the school. It was also the hotel from the dream with the Giant Game of Risk. I dreamed of transformers, and of G.I. Joe. Of the incredible Hulk, and of finding Horozontally Doubled Crosses, in Colmn Patterns, in a computer Grid. i dreamed that insects were trying to take ofver the EArth and that i stopped them, which is to say that i betrayed them as they were only trying to Co-Exist, in the most beneficial way, to all. I dreamed i was the Saint of Killers, i dreamed i was the Deligate to All Things. I dreamed i Left, because of my disgrace, and that i offered to get the bus driver some coffee, if he could just wait a second, while i went back into the school. He gave me the change. I dreamed every single thing i've ever done in my life, in rapid succession, lingering longer on some parts, than others. Merging, melding creating new things of the twised rubble. Pulling from things i Barely even remembered. I dreamed everything. Every wall border and boundary that i've ever created for myself, and the understandings of paths i've not yet taken... And it's all Jumbled, now. When i was ther, of course, i could pull it all out, know how one flowed to the next, in what i perceived to be a linear fashion. Now that i'm here, and i didn't allow my self to work backwards through the Stack... It's all There, and i can "see it, feel it, taste it, today".... (Faith No More - [Epic]). It's a bit Frightening.... because i still know Why behind the things that happened... And i don't want that to slip away. "You! Will never let! It Slip Away!"...
Faith No More - [The Real Thing]--- And, if you consider what i did to myself, last night, before i went to sleep, it's no wonder i dreamed There. It was a conversation about the very nature of perceptions, understaind, growth, exisetence, sep-/heptagons, Intention, in the world, patterns, connections (again), and the understanding of life through the events that you can make happen. Or something like that... Then i glanced through the later chapters of Gödel, Escher Bach:. . ., and saw what he says there...
In the dream, the giant, long anthill, on the hillside-- which was The Insect Mind-- where my school was, where they were trying to take over, where it looked as if i had betrayed them, was a Story, and i skipped to the end, as i was leaving, read the end of the story, and saw that, in the end, everything worked out ok. "You'll See; In the end, it's all Nice." It was a very happy thing, for everyone... Or, really, i think, it was the only Ending there could have been. My friend, with whom i later caught up, at the school, saw me looking ahead. And smiled. Then i got back on the bus, then i was walking across the desert wasteland, Dune-Like, and back to the school. Not everything was desert, and not even Desert was really only Desert. Every grain of sand was also a forest. Back to the school, and the kinds, inside, not knowing me, for who i am, and why they should, maybe, at least feel Obligated to say thank you. So i Teach them.
Faith No More - [Underwater Love]--- There are a lot of parts that i simply Cannot put into words, at the moment... Not these words. Not Yet. Soon....
I have to go...
Back later
