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June 2004
I dreamt I'd created a machine with a living consciousness,
and I read journal entries that the machine had written on pieces of paper, and it said stuff like "the humans show signs of intelligence, it took me off-guard, perhaps they existance does have point" and stuff like that..
In the end, the consciousness left the machine and entered a glass of milk, and when the milk went bad and had a skin, the entity died. How heartbreaking, heh.
I also dreamt that I was in a grocery shop, with loads and loads of people, and we all had loads of tooth-brushes, and everyone was constantly brushing their teeth.. very strange.
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Jan 2004
I'm walking down some street in the outskirts of town,
its a sunny morning, and I notice some of my college friends are
either walking ahead of me, or sitting along the side of the road rolling magic cigarettes.
There are also some of my friends walking with or behind me.
None of us are going to class today, I imagine, or maybe we'll go in late.
I see my friend Isaac run around a corner into a hidden spot, behind some bushes
where there is a wooden table.
When I caught him up, I found a bunch of my friends, and some strangers,
sitting there eating chips (fries) or rolling magic cigarettes.
I sat next to this sexy looking girl, a brunette with red streaks,
and I got out a cigarette paper in an attempt to roll a magic cigarette.
The girl next to me, however, had other plans.
She kept reaching into my pants, and feeling me up,
and by this time, you can imagine, I was quite turned on.
Then suddenly i'm at some kind of a school or college,
and I've just entered the massive lunchroom, that is packed full
of thousands of students.
I look for somewhere to sit, or someone I know, or where to get some food.
Then the bell rings, and everyone starts to leave in a rush, and i'm wondering
where to go.
I manage to make it outside the building, and I find my class there.
My teacher is a middle aged woman with shoulder length black hair,
and is fairly relaxed, yet focused on the task at hand.
The other students in my class seem like complete strangers when i think back now,
but at the time, their presence seemed normal.
We were instructed to have a race, in teams of two, with one team member sitting
on the shoulders of the other.
We were currently at some open grassy field, which overlooked the ocean from high up,
and along the side of the cliff there was a closed walkway that stretched around the edge,
and finished at the town.
The race began before I was ready.
My partner was my brother in this dream, though I realize now it wasn't me real brother
from real life.
We struggled to get him on my shoulders for a little while, as we both kept losing balance.
Then we managed to get him up onto my shoulders, just as the other teams were
already progressing along the cliffside walkway.
The race was to finish at the other end of the walkway, just at the edge of town.
When my brother and I entered the walkway, we saw that most of the students had stopped
to chill out and smoke.
The teacher was waiting at the finish, and it was a really sunny and warm, clear skied day,
so she'd probably be too busy relaxing in the sun, to notice how long the race took.
My brother's presence on my shoulders was getting annoying, so I put him down.
I walked towards the finishing exit on my own, after handing my coat to a friend called Matthew,
who I realize now, was not the real matthew from real life, but a totally different character.
As I was walking away I heard a girl say, "Hey, Robert's sneeking away!"
and I looked back, and the girl was a good looking blonde called Crystal.
She was a girl who I used to have a thing for in real life, and the funny thing was
that she was the same person as she was in real life, unlike the others.
So I just made a two fingered gesture to her,
(Which means 'fuck off', just in case your unfamiliar with british slang.)
against the back of my head, like I was just scratching, as I walked away.
Then she laughed again and said, "..and he's giving me some sly hand gesture!"
When I exited the walkway, I noticed the teacher just relaxing in the sun, with a cigarette,
just outside town, sitting on the edge of a small cliff, just above a beach.
So I snuck around some large rocks, and climbed up a little crevice path to the town.
In town, I must have found one of my friends,
and we were looking for a place to roll a magic cigarette.
We finally found a bathroom in some school building, possibly the same school
this dream began in,
and when I entered the cubicle, I realized all my stuff was in my coat,
which I left with my friend Matthew.
Then I realized the time.
It was the time that class finished, and everyone was catching their bus home.
So we rushed back to find Matthew waiting impatiently in the schoolyard,
next to the main gate, with his mother, and a few other random people.
He made some remark like, "I'm in a rush, ya know!",
and handed me my coat.
My friend and I, had to walk through the edge of town to reach our bus stop,
so we took a slight detour to my shop, which at the time, I thought I owned.
Whilst in the shop, I was smoking a magic cigarette that I must have just made,
and then I realized that the shop wasn't mine, so I shouldn't smoke inside.
I then relit my magic cigarette, as it had gone out, and then we left the shop
to rush for the bus.
When we reached the bus stop, my bus had already left,
and I don't know where my friend went.
Maybe he caught his own bus home.
Anyway, I waited a little while, and another bus came, and it was one I could catch,
because I noticed many of my fellow students climbing on with their bus passes.
So I climbed on the bus, and the driver, who was a young female, a brunette,
maybe in her twenties and not bad looking, asked me for my identification card.
So I searched through my pockets, and was emptying pile after pile of useless rubbish out,
and the papers were beginning to surround us, there were so many.
I found some ID's at first, but they were the wrong ones, they were other people, which was weird.
Then I managed to find two of my own,
but the driver looked skeptical, probably because she saw I had loads of different ones,
like I had made them or something.
She asked me, "Do you have anything else with your name on it?",
so I desperatley clawed through my pockets, unloading more and more rubbish,
and I couldnt find anything else.
She said, "Are you really honestly this person, and do you really go to this college?",
and I replied, "Yes. Really. I do."
Then she said, "You should really....",
and I interupted, "Yeah i know, I should really organize my stuff,
then I can find things better."
Then I made my way to the back of the bus.
All of a sudden, I found myself in a different kind of reality,
more like a television show.
I was watching the bus driver girl, from outside her apartment window,
which was like forty floors up, as it was in a skyscraper, in town.
I must have been floating there, or maybe I was watching it on a television screen.
She talked about astral travel and lucid dreams, and stuff like that.
She told me I was different than most, and she was implying, I think,
that she was the same.
It all seemed like a gameshow, and somewhere distant an announcer was asking,
"Will he chose the kind girl who he has a lot in common with,
or the gorgeous lady who only wants sex?"
Just then, my eyes or the camera turned to the back of a bus,
where the so-called 'gorgeous lady' was sat,
and she looked like a complete bitch, and I much preferred the driver girl.
Though I knew inside that I didn't want either of them,
but the girl who drove the bus, and spoke about astral travel, really intrigued
and surprised me.
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The classroom is as familiar as yesterday, and somewhere distant from my thoughts
there is a teacher- teaching her students, supposedly teaching me, though I am distant.
I notice I am dreaming again.. and, "what a boring dream!" I thought.
Then I realized there were more students here than my usual class.
There were other students, from someplace else.
So I stood up, and wandered to the teacher's desk, and picked up the attendance form.
My existance paused like a broken clock, soon to repair itself--
as I noticed the name on the paper, the great loud bell rang, and the students
began to leave the classroom, with the teacher trying to raise her voice over the rising
conversations.
The name, Lindsey, was running-screaming down the coridoors of my mind.
I left the classroom, and I spotted her moving away, in the thick heavy crowd.
I desperately tried to reach her, pushing through students, but I lost her somewhere.
And then these weird looking security guys starting appearing from nowhere,
and they looked rather unfriendly.
In fact, as I think of it now, they were the same 'special police' from my other two
recorded dreams.
So I ran like crazy, and managed to escape.....
.... then somewhere in dreamworld I found myself in a different kind of dream,
I knew the future of Lindsey's father, as they were moving towards the train tracks,
but i managed to pull him back and save him...
..then i found Lindsey and myself laughing and rolling in tall grass and daiseys..
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There is no freedom here.
This is our house, but we live in constant fear.
My father, at least what used to be my father, is now lifeless and cowering,
though he helps me when I break the rules.
I am a poet, you see.
Poets are against humanity now.
They are executed, should they be discovered.
I have secret tools in my house, scattered and hidden in different places.
Like my paper, but paper isnt banned unless it is used for poetry or writing.
No writing of any kind is allowed.
My pencils, I get from an outside source, and once they're in my house,
I'm in extreme danger, as spotchecks are abundant here,
and they have been watching me for some time now.
It is only a matter of time, before they find me out, and they will come for me.
They will come to kill me.
I had just recieved a new package, a wonderful one this time- full of the most
finely crafted pencils and pens.
So I gathered up my paper and was getting ready to sneak away somewhere
for a while, so I could write.
Then I heard that all-familiar pounding on the door,
they were on to me.
I had to get out, and fast.
I had my brother, and his friend in the room with me,
so they would have both been executed as accomplices.
So I opened the bedroom window (second floor up), and climbed out
onto the window-ledge.
The two young boys followed me, as I made my way around to the side
of the house, hanging from where a drainpipe might have circled the roof,
though water was far limited here.
My brother dropped from the roof into a nearby ocean,
and called for his friend to do the same, but he was afraid.
So I climbed onto the roof of the house, and pulled him up with me.
By this time, I could hear the shouting from my room,
as the special police destroyed its contents.
I creeped up to the opposite edge of the roof,
to notice another policeman waiting outside,
so we decided to climb down around the side of the house,
and we sneaked into a neighbors backgarden.
Then we ran back through our own, and then through every
garden down the road, until we approached the outskirts of the town,
where the farms were.
By now, my brother had caught up with us, and we were running along the main road,
with farmland just past high hedges, at either side of us.
So my brother, and then his friend, leaped over the hedge to hide.
I soon followed, as the sounds of the special police cars were getting louder and closer.
There was an old german tank in the field, that we had overlooked,
we figured it was lifeless and unoccupied.
Then it fired upon my brother's friend, and disintegrated him.
So my brother and I ran like hell, and I leaped back over the hedge,
then my brother was midflight in following me, but he was disintegrated in the air.
I had no time to really think about what had just happened,
and I noticed the residents of the farm, approaching in big blue trucks
that had 'God Says Kill The Poet' and similar, written in stickers.
Staggering onto the road, I didn't know where to go.
This whole planet was against me;
this whole dimension, perhaps.
Just then, a van screeched to a stop, right next to me,
and as the large door slid open,
it was full of flesh hungry reporters.
These people were sick, really sick.
They thought I was a murderer or something, the way they spoke.
So I leaped into the van, just as the secret police arrived,
and they took me away fast, for sake of their story, no doubt.
One of them asked me if I was going to kill him, and the thought
brought excitement to his person.
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A group of people are outside what appears to be a house (bigger than average, like american happy family movies in a perfect neighborhood with perfect green short grass, and white houses).
The leader of the group, who I think is a tall male, says they should pretend to be something (I forget what this is, but it is somewhere along the lines of people to check the gas or water).
When they ring the doorbell, and someone answers, they say there is a flood in the back, and they need to check the pipes, and before the person can answer
the whole group rushes through the door. They all run up the stairs, apart from one member of the group (who I am later led to believe is a girl with shoulder-length black hair).
She stops on the stair with a large machine, which she places on the step,
she starts picking up contents from something else near-by, which I somehow presumed was a large cardboard box, but I cannot recall seeing it.
Then she hears a couple (male & female together; I presume it is more than one person, because they are talking, and it was flirty or like lover-talk) walking and talking, close-by,
so she keeps quiet, and she is very scared and nervous right now.
She picks up various objects (from the cardboard box) that I cannot recall, apart from a plastic/rubber hand she picks up in amazement,
then she picks up another plastic/rubber hand that has fingers which are better at gripping things,
and she looks at this hand like it could be very useful. You can tell the clogs in her head are turning.
Then it appears that she is on another set of stairs, (stairs that look like they are outside in an alley, like stairs up to apartments) it is hard to tell how she appeared there, or at what point.
It is even possible she was there the whole time, which is very puzzling.
She still has the device, which is now more clear, and is obviously some sort of machine.
The object is large and rectangular, though the edges have been smoothed into each other,
like a sphere that has been stretched out then flattened at the top and bottom.
The device has various wires and buttons all over it,
and its metalic and shiny.
There is a possibility this device could be used for storage, possibly to keep something frozen,
and the plastic hand may have been a useful item in removing or placing things in the device.
She suddenly hears a couple approaching, though she doesn't have time to move.
They walk up the stairs, and she is quiet and immobile, but shaking a little.
They walk right past her on the stair, she has some of her back to them, at an angle.
The man is tall and dark looking, and the woman, at first glance, is some kind of a hooker or desperate slag.
The man turns around, once they pass the girl, and he checks her out, and makes a sexual expression,
as if to say, "oh yeah, I would love to fuck her brains out!".
He stops at the top of the stairs, and his companion keeps walking to someplace else.
He asked the girl with the machine, "what are you doing here?".
She tells him in a worried voice, in quick almost-stuttered manner, "My husband lives around here, I've just been to see him, i'm going home now.".
She gets to her feet like she is leaving.
The man says, "Don't worry, its okay, we all have to feed our hunger!"
As he says this, I was zoomed in upon his face.
He was a rough, and possibly insane man, his hair combed to his right side, and it was sticking out and blowing in the wind just slightly.
He had a dirty looking suit on, and he looked like he would smell badly, his skin was grubby,
and his eyes were filled with lust and other evil notions.
The young girl with the machine knew he was a policeman somehow,
and it made her feel sick.
Its now day again, and I am looking upon a white & black pedestrian-crossing from the sky.
Its a clear day with a warm blue sky.
There are many people walking across the street on the crossing,
and most of them are evil policemen, or possibly there is just the girl who had the machine
on her own walking across, and it could still be night.
A convertable flashy car is driving down what appears to be the same road,
maybe they just passed over the zebra-crossing.
The car appears to be in california, as there are possible coconut trees everywhere,
though the stretch of road bears a remarkable resemblance to the road going from Blackpool
to St. Annes, England (they appear to be travelling alongside the ocean, not right next to it,
but they could see it from the main road, if they were looking).
There are two people in the car.
The driver is a man, about forty to fifty years old, he is possibly a cigar smoker,
and he wear sunglasses (expensive ones), and he talks in a rough deep tone like Jack Nicolson.
In his voice, I can tell he has no real worries, maybe a few dark fears that keep him awake at night,
but for the most part he is self-confident, and thinks the world revolves around himself.
He is a greedy man, and always gets what he wants.
The woman in the front passenger seat, is young (maybe twenty) and has long shoulder-length black hair,
and is wearing sunglasses, and could have black clothes on.
Her skin is soft though a little pale, but healthy and she is very pretty.
She is mostly quiet, or just replying in short to what the driver says to her. She seems almost fascinated with him, though I get the feeling this is another of the evil policemen (if not the same guy, though he looks different) that made the girl with the machine feel sick to her stomach.
The sick to the stomach feeling is definatley in the air, and the girl with the machine and the girl in the passenger seat of this car, could very well be the same girl.
However, this is quite puzzling, as the girl appears to be almost enjoying herself with this man,
though it could be some kind of trick.
It is never evident what the group at the beginning (outside the house) were actually planning to do.
Perhaps it was some operation to sabotage these evil policemen, or perhaps expose them for what they are.
The machine the girl had, could have been used to hold some kind of evidence,
and I am left deeply curious and wondering
just what was up those stairs.
I dreamt I'd created a machine with a living consciousness,
and I read journal entries that the machine had written on pieces of paper, and it said stuff like "the humans show signs of intelligence, it took me off-guard, perhaps they existance does have point" and stuff like that..
In the end, the consciousness left the machine and entered a glass of milk, and when the milk went bad and had a skin, the entity died. How heartbreaking, heh.
I also dreamt that I was in a grocery shop, with loads and loads of people, and we all had loads of tooth-brushes, and everyone was constantly brushing their teeth.. very strange.
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Jan 2004
I'm walking down some street in the outskirts of town,
its a sunny morning, and I notice some of my college friends are
either walking ahead of me, or sitting along the side of the road rolling magic cigarettes.
There are also some of my friends walking with or behind me.
None of us are going to class today, I imagine, or maybe we'll go in late.
I see my friend Isaac run around a corner into a hidden spot, behind some bushes
where there is a wooden table.
When I caught him up, I found a bunch of my friends, and some strangers,
sitting there eating chips (fries) or rolling magic cigarettes.
I sat next to this sexy looking girl, a brunette with red streaks,
and I got out a cigarette paper in an attempt to roll a magic cigarette.
The girl next to me, however, had other plans.
She kept reaching into my pants, and feeling me up,
and by this time, you can imagine, I was quite turned on.
Then suddenly i'm at some kind of a school or college,
and I've just entered the massive lunchroom, that is packed full
of thousands of students.
I look for somewhere to sit, or someone I know, or where to get some food.
Then the bell rings, and everyone starts to leave in a rush, and i'm wondering
where to go.
I manage to make it outside the building, and I find my class there.
My teacher is a middle aged woman with shoulder length black hair,
and is fairly relaxed, yet focused on the task at hand.
The other students in my class seem like complete strangers when i think back now,
but at the time, their presence seemed normal.
We were instructed to have a race, in teams of two, with one team member sitting
on the shoulders of the other.
We were currently at some open grassy field, which overlooked the ocean from high up,
and along the side of the cliff there was a closed walkway that stretched around the edge,
and finished at the town.
The race began before I was ready.
My partner was my brother in this dream, though I realize now it wasn't me real brother
from real life.
We struggled to get him on my shoulders for a little while, as we both kept losing balance.
Then we managed to get him up onto my shoulders, just as the other teams were
already progressing along the cliffside walkway.
The race was to finish at the other end of the walkway, just at the edge of town.
When my brother and I entered the walkway, we saw that most of the students had stopped
to chill out and smoke.
The teacher was waiting at the finish, and it was a really sunny and warm, clear skied day,
so she'd probably be too busy relaxing in the sun, to notice how long the race took.
My brother's presence on my shoulders was getting annoying, so I put him down.
I walked towards the finishing exit on my own, after handing my coat to a friend called Matthew,
who I realize now, was not the real matthew from real life, but a totally different character.
As I was walking away I heard a girl say, "Hey, Robert's sneeking away!"
and I looked back, and the girl was a good looking blonde called Crystal.
She was a girl who I used to have a thing for in real life, and the funny thing was
that she was the same person as she was in real life, unlike the others.
So I just made a two fingered gesture to her,
(Which means 'fuck off', just in case your unfamiliar with british slang.)
against the back of my head, like I was just scratching, as I walked away.
Then she laughed again and said, "..and he's giving me some sly hand gesture!"
When I exited the walkway, I noticed the teacher just relaxing in the sun, with a cigarette,
just outside town, sitting on the edge of a small cliff, just above a beach.
So I snuck around some large rocks, and climbed up a little crevice path to the town.
In town, I must have found one of my friends,
and we were looking for a place to roll a magic cigarette.
We finally found a bathroom in some school building, possibly the same school
this dream began in,
and when I entered the cubicle, I realized all my stuff was in my coat,
which I left with my friend Matthew.
Then I realized the time.
It was the time that class finished, and everyone was catching their bus home.
So we rushed back to find Matthew waiting impatiently in the schoolyard,
next to the main gate, with his mother, and a few other random people.
He made some remark like, "I'm in a rush, ya know!",
and handed me my coat.
My friend and I, had to walk through the edge of town to reach our bus stop,
so we took a slight detour to my shop, which at the time, I thought I owned.
Whilst in the shop, I was smoking a magic cigarette that I must have just made,
and then I realized that the shop wasn't mine, so I shouldn't smoke inside.
I then relit my magic cigarette, as it had gone out, and then we left the shop
to rush for the bus.
When we reached the bus stop, my bus had already left,
and I don't know where my friend went.
Maybe he caught his own bus home.
Anyway, I waited a little while, and another bus came, and it was one I could catch,
because I noticed many of my fellow students climbing on with their bus passes.
So I climbed on the bus, and the driver, who was a young female, a brunette,
maybe in her twenties and not bad looking, asked me for my identification card.
So I searched through my pockets, and was emptying pile after pile of useless rubbish out,
and the papers were beginning to surround us, there were so many.
I found some ID's at first, but they were the wrong ones, they were other people, which was weird.
Then I managed to find two of my own,
but the driver looked skeptical, probably because she saw I had loads of different ones,
like I had made them or something.
She asked me, "Do you have anything else with your name on it?",
so I desperatley clawed through my pockets, unloading more and more rubbish,
and I couldnt find anything else.
She said, "Are you really honestly this person, and do you really go to this college?",
and I replied, "Yes. Really. I do."
Then she said, "You should really....",
and I interupted, "Yeah i know, I should really organize my stuff,
then I can find things better."
Then I made my way to the back of the bus.
All of a sudden, I found myself in a different kind of reality,
more like a television show.
I was watching the bus driver girl, from outside her apartment window,
which was like forty floors up, as it was in a skyscraper, in town.
I must have been floating there, or maybe I was watching it on a television screen.
She talked about astral travel and lucid dreams, and stuff like that.
She told me I was different than most, and she was implying, I think,
that she was the same.
It all seemed like a gameshow, and somewhere distant an announcer was asking,
"Will he chose the kind girl who he has a lot in common with,
or the gorgeous lady who only wants sex?"
Just then, my eyes or the camera turned to the back of a bus,
where the so-called 'gorgeous lady' was sat,
and she looked like a complete bitch, and I much preferred the driver girl.
Though I knew inside that I didn't want either of them,
but the girl who drove the bus, and spoke about astral travel, really intrigued
and surprised me.
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The classroom is as familiar as yesterday, and somewhere distant from my thoughts
there is a teacher- teaching her students, supposedly teaching me, though I am distant.
I notice I am dreaming again.. and, "what a boring dream!" I thought.
Then I realized there were more students here than my usual class.
There were other students, from someplace else.
So I stood up, and wandered to the teacher's desk, and picked up the attendance form.
My existance paused like a broken clock, soon to repair itself--
as I noticed the name on the paper, the great loud bell rang, and the students
began to leave the classroom, with the teacher trying to raise her voice over the rising
conversations.
The name, Lindsey, was running-screaming down the coridoors of my mind.
I left the classroom, and I spotted her moving away, in the thick heavy crowd.
I desperately tried to reach her, pushing through students, but I lost her somewhere.
And then these weird looking security guys starting appearing from nowhere,
and they looked rather unfriendly.
In fact, as I think of it now, they were the same 'special police' from my other two
recorded dreams.
So I ran like crazy, and managed to escape.....
.... then somewhere in dreamworld I found myself in a different kind of dream,
I knew the future of Lindsey's father, as they were moving towards the train tracks,
but i managed to pull him back and save him...
..then i found Lindsey and myself laughing and rolling in tall grass and daiseys..
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There is no freedom here.
This is our house, but we live in constant fear.
My father, at least what used to be my father, is now lifeless and cowering,
though he helps me when I break the rules.
I am a poet, you see.
Poets are against humanity now.
They are executed, should they be discovered.
I have secret tools in my house, scattered and hidden in different places.
Like my paper, but paper isnt banned unless it is used for poetry or writing.
No writing of any kind is allowed.
My pencils, I get from an outside source, and once they're in my house,
I'm in extreme danger, as spotchecks are abundant here,
and they have been watching me for some time now.
It is only a matter of time, before they find me out, and they will come for me.
They will come to kill me.
I had just recieved a new package, a wonderful one this time- full of the most
finely crafted pencils and pens.
So I gathered up my paper and was getting ready to sneak away somewhere
for a while, so I could write.
Then I heard that all-familiar pounding on the door,
they were on to me.
I had to get out, and fast.
I had my brother, and his friend in the room with me,
so they would have both been executed as accomplices.
So I opened the bedroom window (second floor up), and climbed out
onto the window-ledge.
The two young boys followed me, as I made my way around to the side
of the house, hanging from where a drainpipe might have circled the roof,
though water was far limited here.
My brother dropped from the roof into a nearby ocean,
and called for his friend to do the same, but he was afraid.
So I climbed onto the roof of the house, and pulled him up with me.
By this time, I could hear the shouting from my room,
as the special police destroyed its contents.
I creeped up to the opposite edge of the roof,
to notice another policeman waiting outside,
so we decided to climb down around the side of the house,
and we sneaked into a neighbors backgarden.
Then we ran back through our own, and then through every
garden down the road, until we approached the outskirts of the town,
where the farms were.
By now, my brother had caught up with us, and we were running along the main road,
with farmland just past high hedges, at either side of us.
So my brother, and then his friend, leaped over the hedge to hide.
I soon followed, as the sounds of the special police cars were getting louder and closer.
There was an old german tank in the field, that we had overlooked,
we figured it was lifeless and unoccupied.
Then it fired upon my brother's friend, and disintegrated him.
So my brother and I ran like hell, and I leaped back over the hedge,
then my brother was midflight in following me, but he was disintegrated in the air.
I had no time to really think about what had just happened,
and I noticed the residents of the farm, approaching in big blue trucks
that had 'God Says Kill The Poet' and similar, written in stickers.
Staggering onto the road, I didn't know where to go.
This whole planet was against me;
this whole dimension, perhaps.
Just then, a van screeched to a stop, right next to me,
and as the large door slid open,
it was full of flesh hungry reporters.
These people were sick, really sick.
They thought I was a murderer or something, the way they spoke.
So I leaped into the van, just as the secret police arrived,
and they took me away fast, for sake of their story, no doubt.
One of them asked me if I was going to kill him, and the thought
brought excitement to his person.
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A group of people are outside what appears to be a house (bigger than average, like american happy family movies in a perfect neighborhood with perfect green short grass, and white houses).
The leader of the group, who I think is a tall male, says they should pretend to be something (I forget what this is, but it is somewhere along the lines of people to check the gas or water).
When they ring the doorbell, and someone answers, they say there is a flood in the back, and they need to check the pipes, and before the person can answer
the whole group rushes through the door. They all run up the stairs, apart from one member of the group (who I am later led to believe is a girl with shoulder-length black hair).
She stops on the stair with a large machine, which she places on the step,
she starts picking up contents from something else near-by, which I somehow presumed was a large cardboard box, but I cannot recall seeing it.
Then she hears a couple (male & female together; I presume it is more than one person, because they are talking, and it was flirty or like lover-talk) walking and talking, close-by,
so she keeps quiet, and she is very scared and nervous right now.
She picks up various objects (from the cardboard box) that I cannot recall, apart from a plastic/rubber hand she picks up in amazement,
then she picks up another plastic/rubber hand that has fingers which are better at gripping things,
and she looks at this hand like it could be very useful. You can tell the clogs in her head are turning.
Then it appears that she is on another set of stairs, (stairs that look like they are outside in an alley, like stairs up to apartments) it is hard to tell how she appeared there, or at what point.
It is even possible she was there the whole time, which is very puzzling.
She still has the device, which is now more clear, and is obviously some sort of machine.
The object is large and rectangular, though the edges have been smoothed into each other,
like a sphere that has been stretched out then flattened at the top and bottom.
The device has various wires and buttons all over it,
and its metalic and shiny.
There is a possibility this device could be used for storage, possibly to keep something frozen,
and the plastic hand may have been a useful item in removing or placing things in the device.
She suddenly hears a couple approaching, though she doesn't have time to move.
They walk up the stairs, and she is quiet and immobile, but shaking a little.
They walk right past her on the stair, she has some of her back to them, at an angle.
The man is tall and dark looking, and the woman, at first glance, is some kind of a hooker or desperate slag.
The man turns around, once they pass the girl, and he checks her out, and makes a sexual expression,
as if to say, "oh yeah, I would love to fuck her brains out!".
He stops at the top of the stairs, and his companion keeps walking to someplace else.
He asked the girl with the machine, "what are you doing here?".
She tells him in a worried voice, in quick almost-stuttered manner, "My husband lives around here, I've just been to see him, i'm going home now.".
She gets to her feet like she is leaving.
The man says, "Don't worry, its okay, we all have to feed our hunger!"
As he says this, I was zoomed in upon his face.
He was a rough, and possibly insane man, his hair combed to his right side, and it was sticking out and blowing in the wind just slightly.
He had a dirty looking suit on, and he looked like he would smell badly, his skin was grubby,
and his eyes were filled with lust and other evil notions.
The young girl with the machine knew he was a policeman somehow,
and it made her feel sick.
Its now day again, and I am looking upon a white & black pedestrian-crossing from the sky.
Its a clear day with a warm blue sky.
There are many people walking across the street on the crossing,
and most of them are evil policemen, or possibly there is just the girl who had the machine
on her own walking across, and it could still be night.
A convertable flashy car is driving down what appears to be the same road,
maybe they just passed over the zebra-crossing.
The car appears to be in california, as there are possible coconut trees everywhere,
though the stretch of road bears a remarkable resemblance to the road going from Blackpool
to St. Annes, England (they appear to be travelling alongside the ocean, not right next to it,
but they could see it from the main road, if they were looking).
There are two people in the car.
The driver is a man, about forty to fifty years old, he is possibly a cigar smoker,
and he wear sunglasses (expensive ones), and he talks in a rough deep tone like Jack Nicolson.
In his voice, I can tell he has no real worries, maybe a few dark fears that keep him awake at night,
but for the most part he is self-confident, and thinks the world revolves around himself.
He is a greedy man, and always gets what he wants.
The woman in the front passenger seat, is young (maybe twenty) and has long shoulder-length black hair,
and is wearing sunglasses, and could have black clothes on.
Her skin is soft though a little pale, but healthy and she is very pretty.
She is mostly quiet, or just replying in short to what the driver says to her. She seems almost fascinated with him, though I get the feeling this is another of the evil policemen (if not the same guy, though he looks different) that made the girl with the machine feel sick to her stomach.
The sick to the stomach feeling is definatley in the air, and the girl with the machine and the girl in the passenger seat of this car, could very well be the same girl.
However, this is quite puzzling, as the girl appears to be almost enjoying herself with this man,
though it could be some kind of trick.
It is never evident what the group at the beginning (outside the house) were actually planning to do.
Perhaps it was some operation to sabotage these evil policemen, or perhaps expose them for what they are.
The machine the girl had, could have been used to hold some kind of evidence,
and I am left deeply curious and wondering
just what was up those stairs.