I am returned.
May. 17th, 2005 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Dreams, from last night:
I'm on a college campus, Savannah, perhaps. There are a bunch of kids on the steps of this building, and the buildings are all "Rules of Attraction": Generic college. They're talking about the girls passing by, boys on steps talking about girls. They make fun of an overweight girl, but one of the boys is fat, himself. It's summer-ish, around.
In an apartment, two people, man and woman, just met. Man kisses woman, says, "You're the fourth girl I've kissed, today, but none were like that." He starts courting the girl. They touch, kiss, caress; he tells her who he really is, and about the future destruction of the planet, without their child. He's an alien. He shows her how neural connections get made in the brain, every time you have sex with a new person. The upshot of this is the kind of Hard Wired connection made, when a person loses her of his virginity. This is an important aspect for her to understand. He re-wires it, in his own brain, so that their time will be his first. She does the same. There is some kind of Highschool gym, now, with risers, as if there is a sporting event, and people are watching.
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bakeneko and her time in China.
Back in the apartment, she is mad at him, as the world isn't ending, and she sees no interstellar death ships. She feels that she has been naive and gullible, and is upset that she almost believed him. He tries to explain, but she storms out. As the ships start landing, uprooting trees, replacing them with poisonous tentacled things, and blowing up chunks of the planet, he is crying.
Max von Sydow is standing with me, in a combination of the apartment (my old apartment) and my mother's house. They overlay surprisingly well. Max is discussing the plausibility the tale of the two lovers, which was called "Another Beyond," or something. He is telling me a story about a giant creature that came up from the ocean, to see what land was like, and was killed by the Forest. Archetypal, Single mind, Trees, paths, sreams, rocks, leaves, Forest. Being there had killed it. I see an image of a formerly-intelligent, currently-rotting plesiosaur, in the forest. Max looks at me and says, "See? That's kind of like 'Another Beyond.' Besides, do you think" and, here, he starts rattling off a whole list of inventors and their works, asking what they would have thought of their inventions being used as they are, today. Another flash of the gym, and the bleechers. He says, "Do you think that Leon Theremin would have imagined... Imagined Horizons being able to create a sound box, from spare parts?"tribeofone walks past, into the kitchen, and starts playing the the Theremin we built. I walk over and start manipulating the pitch, until i see that it's connected to the radio. Foreshadows of I-Pod. tribeofone say something, and leaves me and Max to our conversations. I wake up
I watched "Minority Report," last night. Not horrid. Not spectacular, and could hve been unpacked, more coherently, but it was awesome, in many respects.
That seems to be a theme, with me, recently: I keep having to display ways in which things that may suck, on some levels, have much to teach us, on others. They, at the very least, may provide methodological clues and keys for doing a Better job, next time... I just hate to see something torn apart, without an appreciation for what it was attempting, and the dificulties it may have faced, in the process.
Sure, some things are majority agenda-focused, and more biased than not, but there is Something to be learned, from any experience.
Anyway, i'm home. I'm off to do things.
Later.
I'm on a college campus, Savannah, perhaps. There are a bunch of kids on the steps of this building, and the buildings are all "Rules of Attraction": Generic college. They're talking about the girls passing by, boys on steps talking about girls. They make fun of an overweight girl, but one of the boys is fat, himself. It's summer-ish, around.
In an apartment, two people, man and woman, just met. Man kisses woman, says, "You're the fourth girl I've kissed, today, but none were like that." He starts courting the girl. They touch, kiss, caress; he tells her who he really is, and about the future destruction of the planet, without their child. He's an alien. He shows her how neural connections get made in the brain, every time you have sex with a new person. The upshot of this is the kind of Hard Wired connection made, when a person loses her of his virginity. This is an important aspect for her to understand. He re-wires it, in his own brain, so that their time will be his first. She does the same. There is some kind of Highschool gym, now, with risers, as if there is a sporting event, and people are watching.
Section, here, about
bakeneko and her time in China.Back in the apartment, she is mad at him, as the world isn't ending, and she sees no interstellar death ships. She feels that she has been naive and gullible, and is upset that she almost believed him. He tries to explain, but she storms out. As the ships start landing, uprooting trees, replacing them with poisonous tentacled things, and blowing up chunks of the planet, he is crying.
Max von Sydow is standing with me, in a combination of the apartment (my old apartment) and my mother's house. They overlay surprisingly well. Max is discussing the plausibility the tale of the two lovers, which was called "Another Beyond," or something. He is telling me a story about a giant creature that came up from the ocean, to see what land was like, and was killed by the Forest. Archetypal, Single mind, Trees, paths, sreams, rocks, leaves, Forest. Being there had killed it. I see an image of a formerly-intelligent, currently-rotting plesiosaur, in the forest. Max looks at me and says, "See? That's kind of like 'Another Beyond.' Besides, do you think" and, here, he starts rattling off a whole list of inventors and their works, asking what they would have thought of their inventions being used as they are, today. Another flash of the gym, and the bleechers. He says, "Do you think that Leon Theremin would have imagined... Imagined Horizons being able to create a sound box, from spare parts?"
tribeofone walks past, into the kitchen, and starts playing the the Theremin we built. I walk over and start manipulating the pitch, until i see that it's connected to the radio. Foreshadows of I-Pod. tribeofone say something, and leaves me and Max to our conversations. I wake upI watched "Minority Report," last night. Not horrid. Not spectacular, and could hve been unpacked, more coherently, but it was awesome, in many respects.
That seems to be a theme, with me, recently: I keep having to display ways in which things that may suck, on some levels, have much to teach us, on others. They, at the very least, may provide methodological clues and keys for doing a Better job, next time... I just hate to see something torn apart, without an appreciation for what it was attempting, and the dificulties it may have faced, in the process.
Sure, some things are majority agenda-focused, and more biased than not, but there is Something to be learned, from any experience.
Anyway, i'm home. I'm off to do things.
Later.
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Physics
Date: 2005-05-18 03:52 am (UTC)I like the way the director chose to end it. Not on Cruise, or the drama, but on the people who honestly benefitted most.
What I didn't understand is why the seer-cops didn't go on a warning system. You're thinking maybe you should kill your wife, and a gang of cops busts into your house and one of them puts his hand on your shoulder, shakes his head, and says, "Don't, man. Just don't."
And if you're still thinking to, the future doesn't change when he says that, the seers radio it in, and you go into mental confinement. Boom.
But nobody takes my advice on securing their futuristic worlds. LeSigh.
Re: Physics
And yeah, that would work, better. If the knowing of your future provides you with a choice (as was the POINT of the film) why not just Tell people, and let them be more informed, so that they may make their Choices? Then, yes, if they continue to plan that way, they go in the tank. Simple.
Re: Physics
Date: 2005-05-18 11:42 am (UTC)Yea, and the job of being that cop would feel so much more rewarding...Not only would you get to tell people, but you could know, right away, that they did or would not get the lesson.
Re: Physics
In regrads to the other thing? Exactly.
no subject
Date: 2005-05-19 02:44 am (UTC)no subject