Discussion in 'Random Chat' started by Alar, Aug 1, 2009.
OHHH? I want details!!
Well, the location was the chemistry & process lab at school. It had me, and this other guy. Can't say much more in case some of the itty bitty minors are reading
It was me wasnt it
about people I haven't thought about in years upon years..
actually being anatomically androgynous. no seriously.
Recent dream, post taken from my blog.
.Well, not a real movie. But kinda…
I`m a long term insomniac. Normally what happens is that I go many weeks on too little sleep then have one or two nights where I `crash`. During that much needed bout of sleep, my dream-deprived mind makes up for it by cramming, in glorious technicolour and high definition etc, every damn dream it thinks it missed, into my often scared mind.
Last night was a doozy….
But the one that sticks in my mind most was the one that woke me up.
It went something like this…..
You know how, nowadays, cosmetic surgery is the `norm`, yeah? Everybody and his wife, unsatisfied with their appearance, who can afford it (and that seems to be a surprising number of folks) gets themselves to a surgeon for a new nose/boob/eyelift/whatever job.
Sometimes it works ok and they do look better. A lot of the times, folks end up looking like some weird kinda clone of one another…you`ve surely seen the women….canon ball boobs. Bleached blonde hair. Face stretched like smooth plastic and with a grin like the Joker….
Nowadays of course, they can do just about anything, but GOOD surgeons are few and far atween it seems.
So men get muscle implants to give them a six-pack without the stress of working out. Women get `procedures` to make them look like their favourite actress.
Anyways, you get the picture. Nobody bats an (extensioned) eyelash at cosmetic surgery now…
So in the dream, set sometime in the future, cosmetic surgery was old hat. The new, improved and abused technique was genetic manipulation.
You went to a gene clinic and had your genetics messed with to whatever you paid for and specified.
So roughly seventy percent of the world had hooked into this…as a result, the bulk of humanity no longer looked…well, human…
folks played with their genes on a whim…to look like a human/beast cross, to look like an alien of their choice, to have enhanced abilities (such as a mouthful of fangs that meant they could tear flesh apart like marshmallows if they wanted) or strange and grossly enhanced legs that meant they could run for days if desired across any terrain.
A world gone effectively mad. Hedonism of a dangerous order.
But a tiny handful of `real` humans resisted this, and looked upon by the others (yup, I was one, any kinda non-necessary surgery scares the bejayzus outta me) as freaks and subnormals, they realised that their place in the world was dwindling…when the gene manipulators would turn on them if they showed face in public, they banded together in tiny groups and headed into the wild places of earth in order to simply try to survive.
Fast forward a few years, and myself and a handful of folks were holed up in some caves on a broad and rocky shore somewhere in North America. Hunted down by the others, who had decided to wipe out all traces of their inferior human past, we had to make a stand against them, a seige of sorts.
Long story short, because this truly was a `movie` of a dream, in which I lived a lifetime like this, they won. By using sneaky tactics such as bio engineering a few of our dogs to carry disease into our group on contact, we began to die out one by one.
Towards the end, myself and two others left the group, trying to find others like us to bring back for aid. We did not. So we returned, expecting to find the worst, and we did.We thought the genetics had gone, leaving the others to their fate. We found only half a dozen humans lying on the sand of the beach, huddled together as if for comfort. Only one lived, and he was dying fast. His last word was “Run”.
We looked around and saw, rimmed upon the tops of the dunes, row upon row of genetic mutations, silent and waiting.
Such is the night life of an insomniac. And folks wonder why I get up so early all the time!
i dreamed a random dream about being on TFF and seeing strange things... well, stranger than it is most of the time already, that is.
I was seeing ghosts.
Weird... And scary!
i was on a trip for chorus, then all the sudden i was in my grandma's house. and we were watching this lady packing out in ther driveway (?) and these birds flew into her suitcase. and i yelled at her to let them go, but she drove away. then all the sudden i was all covered in blood. it was extremely odd and random...
of being at school, except everything was in the wrong place, and it was nighttime but it wasnt nighttime and there were classes that were somehow in my kitchen even though they were at school... ><
About being awake.
about finding a random egyptian tomb beneath my house..
A trip I'm going to be taking soon.
Two close friends and my mom all have died within the past six months. More than once I've had the "ghost" experience in my dreams: Conversations in which the dead person asserts that they are really just fine.
about runescape being real.
The same seemingly non-existent person for the past week or so....
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