I just don't know, cheese probably!
Before we get to the important stuff, I went to look at a car tonight. It was basically a skip on wheels. It was so bad I wouldn't even known how to have tried to haggle him down to negative equity.
The dream
The world is in turmoil. It has rained for days here in Glasgow, technically, the outskirts, but let’s not bicker. The television, a medium of information I have grown unaccustomed to its constant mutterings. And the noises now, shock and drive my mood downward. Often I have found the news programs more horrific than any Hollywood created pseudo-nasty.
This week I had the oddest dream. I was lead to a large campus, there were many security doors. I wasn’t sure why I was there. The leading party (a female, middle aged, confident) was someone I was familiar with, and I was more disconcerted by the surroundings rather than the company. I went through a door, there was a delay, then I was lead to a desk by the leading party. In front of a computer, I was questioning what was going on whilst people were telling me that it was imperative that I complete the task on screen. My questioning lead to my failure at the tasks and I was subsequently lead from the testing area. Then it became evident that this failure wasn’t anticipated and I had seen things I shouldn’t have, hence, disposal.
There was an alert, someone had broken in. it got really weird for a while, vast inconsistencies, obvious even in the dream state, with the final result being the location of the insurgent and the neutralisation of the potential threat. I then found out that an ex was the one who proposed my membership to this intelligence organisation, and that most of those I had known during my research time had been recruited. Ex agreed to escort me from the campus, but warned that I was now a target.
Verdict and diagnosis?
Paranoid.
Whatever…
The dream
The world is in turmoil. It has rained for days here in Glasgow, technically, the outskirts, but let’s not bicker. The television, a medium of information I have grown unaccustomed to its constant mutterings. And the noises now, shock and drive my mood downward. Often I have found the news programs more horrific than any Hollywood created pseudo-nasty.
This week I had the oddest dream. I was lead to a large campus, there were many security doors. I wasn’t sure why I was there. The leading party (a female, middle aged, confident) was someone I was familiar with, and I was more disconcerted by the surroundings rather than the company. I went through a door, there was a delay, then I was lead to a desk by the leading party. In front of a computer, I was questioning what was going on whilst people were telling me that it was imperative that I complete the task on screen. My questioning lead to my failure at the tasks and I was subsequently lead from the testing area. Then it became evident that this failure wasn’t anticipated and I had seen things I shouldn’t have, hence, disposal.
There was an alert, someone had broken in. it got really weird for a while, vast inconsistencies, obvious even in the dream state, with the final result being the location of the insurgent and the neutralisation of the potential threat. I then found out that an ex was the one who proposed my membership to this intelligence organisation, and that most of those I had known during my research time had been recruited. Ex agreed to escort me from the campus, but warned that I was now a target.
Verdict and diagnosis?
Paranoid.
Whatever…
posted by Panic Stricken at 2:41 am
2 Comments:
Yup, you're a loony ;-)
regarding the task on the computer screen: remember that the part of the brain that processes written language is turned off during dreams hence why the task was doomed from the start.
apart from that i feel that dreams are merely the brain's urine. stuff you have around that needs to be processed and excreted.
oh and i agree with the plushie: you're a loony
Post a Comment
<< Home