Dream

BadKarmaBadKarma The Advanced Literature monsters burned my house and gave me a 7 Join Date: 2002-11-12 Member: 8260Members
edited June 2003 in Fan-Fiction Forum
Well, I figured I should probably get this down before it faded, so here goes.

Last night, I had a dream. It was Earth. Earth from outside. And I was moving. Travelling. I was going backwards through our galaxy. A red ball, hot and arid flew past. A gigantic planet, too huge to support itself, swirling gasses. I passesd a ringed planet, so vivid I could see every single particle of rock. A green planet, cold, poisonous. One small ball of lonely ice, far away from the suns nurturing heat. I continued on. Blackness. The deepest possible black. The deepest night a man could imagine would only be a dark smudge on light compared to this. Suddenly, an end. A surface. I had no sight but it was curved. It was like being in an egg. I broke through this barrier and light, oh the light, brightest primordial light. <i>LET THERE BE LIGHT</i> and there was and it was good. And then one thing. A single blade of grass. A blade of grass in amazing infinite detail. Atomic detail, molecular detail.


There will be more if it is wanted, if not, so be it.

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  • PFCNublarPFCNublar Join Date: 2003-04-23 Member: 15792Members
    thats what happens when you eat the mysterious leftovers before bedtime. <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
    ...
    other than that...that was strange.
  • That_Annoying_KidThat_Annoying_Kid Sire of Titles Join Date: 2003-03-01 Member: 14175Members, Constellation
    <!--QuoteBegin--BadKarma+Jun 9 2003, 01:52 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (BadKarma @ Jun 9 2003, 01:52 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> There will be more if it is wanted, if not, so be it. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
    so how can you control what you dream...



    humor me and let's have some more nonesenecall universall rambiling <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
  • BadKarmaBadKarma The Advanced Literature monsters burned my house and gave me a 7 Join Date: 2002-11-12 Member: 8260Members
    edited June 2003
    I already wrote it all down.

    I see it. It hit me. It hit me like a bullet, like a diamond bullet. The grass, a small blade of grass and I understand. <i>It is</i> the grass. All of it. Every piece, every particle, all of it is everything. What if burning a piece of wood, you annhilate a hundred, billion galaxies like our own. With a single step on the beach, you send galaxies, universes, flying.
  • That_Annoying_KidThat_Annoying_Kid Sire of Titles Join Date: 2003-03-01 Member: 14175Members, Constellation
    *Shows picture of Darth Vader*
    "I speak thru a tube and I make more sense that you"


    fair enough

    keep it up
  • BadKarmaBadKarma The Advanced Literature monsters burned my house and gave me a 7 Join Date: 2002-11-12 Member: 8260Members
    Im back. Back here, home. But not, this is not familiar. Sitting here, the last few dying embers of a fire, in a golgotha. The bones, skulls of animals all around. But it is not a horrid place. It is peaceful. Like death. I am sitting here, looking up at the most vivid night's sky. I am sitting in this peaceful quarry, looking up and I fear. I fear that what I dreamed will happen. I am terrified of that incredible blinding light. I am calm but I am terrified.
  • That_Annoying_KidThat_Annoying_Kid Sire of Titles Join Date: 2003-03-01 Member: 14175Members, Constellation
    and?


    this is interesting but weird <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
  • BadKarmaBadKarma The Advanced Literature monsters burned my house and gave me a 7 Join Date: 2002-11-12 Member: 8260Members
    How long did I sit there, afraid? Days? Years? Eons? Not to be known. Then again, perhaps I already know things that werent ment to be known. I leave the quarry. It was difficult, it was a peaceful place, but I left. I left thinking about that knowledge, that blade of grass. I walked distances that were both imperceptible but enourmous at the same time. I walked until there was a ocean. An ocean of perfect crystailline blue. And a beach. A beach of the finest, whitest sand youve ever seen. It streched forever in both directions and I knew what the beach was. I KNEW why I was there.

    The End.

    Wierd but I kinda liked it myself.
  • PFCNublarPFCNublar Join Date: 2003-04-23 Member: 15792Members
    something tells me you will become a modern art guy. or something of that sort. these are weird yet cool images your expeciencing. It could be a sign <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif'><!--endemo-->
  • Cataphract_40Cataphract_40 Join Date: 2003-06-09 Member: 17164Members
    Deep, man...and heavy... <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
  • That_Annoying_KidThat_Annoying_Kid Sire of Titles Join Date: 2003-03-01 Member: 14175Members, Constellation
    <!--QuoteBegin--Delta|Cpt.Terran+Jun 10 2003, 07:12 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Delta|Cpt.Terran @ Jun 10 2003, 07:12 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> something tells me you will become a modern art guy. or something of that sort. these are weird yet cool images your expeciencing. It could be a sign <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
    rofl

    the only thing about modern art is that it isn't art <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->

    This story was pretty deep, good work there badkarma
  • BadKarmaBadKarma The Advanced Literature monsters burned my house and gave me a 7 Join Date: 2002-11-12 Member: 8260Members
    edited August 2003
    One last shot.

    Sitting there on the beach, I wondered. I wondered, what if there was one place, one centre to it all. What if there was one place where it was all connected, where it all came together. A Tower. A Tower with a staricase, a staircase with one room at the top. Would you dare, I wonder, to climb those stairs? Would you dare to bear witness to it all? You would dare not. But, then again, someone has dared havn't they? God. God had dared.

    ( points to whomever gets where i got that last bit)
  • noobynooby Join Date: 2003-04-21 Member: 15717Members
  • NiddingNidding Join Date: 2002-11-20 Member: 9439Members, Constellation
    Interesting and kinda fascinating. Does seem to have some sort of meaning that makes you keep on reading.

    I don't know it could be I'm just going insane. <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->



    Anyway quite intriguing Badkarma, is there more?
  • BadKarmaBadKarma The Advanced Literature monsters burned my house and gave me a 7 Join Date: 2002-11-12 Member: 8260Members
    I dunno, it kind of depends on how late i stay up.
  • Foxtrot_UniformFoxtrot_Uniform Join Date: 2003-06-12 Member: 17328Members
    I had a dream last night. The only part that i can remember is: I was in some sort of room with a high ceiling and i was wading through knee-deep wine. All different kinds of wine, mixing together, but some not mixing, like oil and water.

    There was a lot more to the dream, but that is all that i can recollect.
  • ElectricSheepElectricSheep Join Date: 2003-04-21 Member: 15716Members
    edited September 2003
    <a href='http://marathon.bungie.org/story/' target='_blank'>From Here (Who can find it?) <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--></a>

    <Data Transfer from Leela>
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    ***MESSAGE RECEIVED***

    Gheritt White had been floating six feet off the floor for
    three weeks. His feet and hands tingled, and his eyes burned
    with the flames of a dying fire. He had last heard someone
    speak to him as the cell door slammed shut. He didn't
    remember what the uniformed man had said. The words had
    bounced off the bars of the cell and rang through Gheritt's
    ears. Gheritt had been talking to himself for the last few
    minutes, something about getting caught, but then his ears
    began to tingle just like his hands.

    He looked at his hands, but the fire in his eyes made him
    blink. Tears came, and when he opened his eyes again, his
    hands had been melted into fleshy pancakes that wafted in the
    ripples flowing over the fire in his eyes.

    "Damn cell," he heard someone say. "Last time I had a good
    meal was three days ago. The food they feed you in here could
    kill a lab rat."

    Rats. He had remembered something about rats. But his ears
    began to ring again and the voice speaking to him faded off
    into the background of his mind. In its place, there was a
    new sound, the clapping of hands together. He blinked hard to
    made out his hands again. They had disappeared; his arms
    connected at the wrists.

    He thought back to the time he went ice skating on a pond. He
    remembered the sound of his skates on ice, a gentle scrapping.
    Scrapping away now inside his ears, trying to tear down his
    thoughts. There had been a woman with a white fur tube over her
    hands. Her wrists were like his now. The wrists of
    someone who had tried too many times to clap his hands. He
    had been applauding everyone else in life, but never himself.
    The hands, like himself, had been put into prison, and he
    didn't know why.

    "Can't sleep in here, if the smell of this musty bedroll
    doesn't make you sick, then the sound of the rats chewing
    inside the walls will keep you up. You'll wake up from your
    dreams to their little chomping. Sometimes I think that they
    are chewing me..." The voice was coming from inside the cell,
    but Gheritt couldn't see anyone.

    Gheritt hadn't always been alone, he could vaguely recall from
    somewhere inside his broken mind that there had been friends,
    lovers, murderers.

    He recalled a theory he had come up with after a bloody
    schoolhouse brawl. The theory was simple. At some point in
    time, everyone was a murderer. Whether or not they ever felt
    remorse, they had all wanted someone dead. Hatred. Everyone
    knew the feeling of hatred. Gheritt had known hatred on that
    schoolyard. His beater had laughed at their bloody faces, a
    laugh which now echoed through his ears, rhythmically blocking
    out the other voice in the cell.

    The schoolyard was usually a place where Gheritt and his
    friends would play football or foursquare or something, but
    today, there was an edge. Maybe everyone had eaten cereal
    with milk that was about to go bad, or maybe there was too
    much smoke in the air from the wheeling hubcap factory.
    Football had been extremely rough. Gheritt had gone to play
    foursquare after he got tackled by five boys who weren't his
    friends. But today, even foursquare had an evil twist. The
    top square today had become habituated to making fun of the
    first square. Gheritt had decided that it was an evil day.
    When his beater started to push him around, he exploded.
    Hatred flowed from his eyes, his hands and feet began to
    tingle. All of his coordination left him, and his face was
    beaten to a bloody mess. The schoolyard disciplinarian had
    been slow to notice the ensuing carnage, and she didn't really
    care anyway.

    Gheritt would have killed him if he could have. He would have
    torn out the eyes of his beater. He would have made him pay
    for his abuses. But his hands had begun to tingle. He
    couldn't feel his feet and he had begun to float off the
    ground.

    Everyone was a murderer, but Gheritt couldn't remember his
    reason for why that was so. He thought it was something about
    hands, the passion for justice. His hands and feet had begun
    to tingle, and he was floating farther off the floor. He
    looked up from his hands, and he saw the bars of the cell,
    moving left and right, opening wide and then closing shut
    like the surf coming up a beach. Every time that he thought
    he would be safe, the bars crested up, the opening closing,
    the wave rising, crashing. The result would be the same, he
    would never escape. The bars would crush him, break his back.

    He could feel the roughness of the sand under his palms, for
    all the motion of the waves around him, his hands had come to
    rest serenely upon the ocean floor. His body tossed and
    flipped, pivoting about his hands under which he could feel
    the safe, coarse sand. The wave crashed one final time, he
    landed upside down, his hands thrown clear from the sandy
    bottom, the rush of the water filling his ears, his nose, his
    mouth, the sound of crashing water cascading down from his
    feet to his head- penetrating his mind to tear down thoughts.
    Like the sand castle he had built to withstand the tide, his
    thoughts came down around him.

    Gheritt had a good life, so much time, so much time. He had
    loved swimming, turning, beating. He had loved the tingle in
    his hands and feet, his inability to kill his nemesis. Once
    he had fallen down the stairs, and just for a moment, his
    hands came to rest on the carpet of the stairs. In that
    instant, his body had frozen, floating over the stairs, safe
    from falling, but the moment didn't last. The ocean crashed
    about him, his hands torn free from the sandy bottom, his body
    flipping, falling.

    But now he levitated farther up, his hands still tingling. He
    began to float through the bars, he expected the instant of
    safety as his hands found footing, but that moment did not
    come, the bars squeezed his body. His chest tingled. As he
    fell through his cage, his legs tingled. The fire in his eyes
    had become a cold wind, he blinked away tears. He tumbled
    through the bars, spinning and turning, he could see a man.
    In his hand he saw a small white rat. A pounding, the
    crashing waves in his ears became rhythmical, hard. The man
    was beating the rat against the floor. Pounding, pounding.
    Blood covered his hands, the man's hands tingled. He had
    broken them on the floor of the cell. Disciplinarian, lover,
    murderer. Gheritt looked back into the cell. He saw himself,
    disciplinarian, lover, murderer. He had killed his nemesis.
    The rat lay dead in his bloody hands. At last, he held the
    throat of his beater.

    He escaped into the waves.

    The waves.

    ***END MESSAGE***

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    [Thats the first one...]

    Find the right way down through the maze, to the food, then find the exit. Push the exit button. If the food tastes awful, don't eat it, go back and try another way.

    They want the same thing that you do, really, they want a path, just like you. You are in a maze in a maze, but which one counts? Your maze, their maze, my maze. Or are the mazes all the same, defined by the limits of their paths?
    Existence is simple: find the food, push the button, hit the treadmill.

    But sometimes it gets much harder. Sometimes the food makes you sick, or you can hear nearby feet racing you, urging you on. Sometimes the button only gets you landed right back in the beginning of the maze again, and the food won't satisfy.

    There is only one path and that is the path that you take, but you can take more than one path.

    Cross over the cell bars, find a new maze, make the maze from it's path, find the cell bars, cross over the bars, find a maze, make the maze from its path, eat the food, eat the path.
  • ElectricSheepElectricSheep Join Date: 2003-04-21 Member: 15716Members
    edited September 2003
    Almost forgot this is from same site and there are many other's but they are very fragmented and VERY long. At least 10 times longer than Gheritts and spread on many different terminals so they would take hours to find and post them all in order.


    Seven hundred and sixty one armless and legless corpses float inconspicuously around the inside of hangar ninety six. I say that they are inconspicuous because it is their arms and legs which demand my attention. I did this, or I could have stopped it. Which is it? It doesn't matter now. I did this and could have stopped it, but nothing in nature ever follows a gaussian curve. Sure, they'll tell you that it does. They say that every five minutes someone dies in a car accident, but how often are there seven hundred and sixty one armless and legless corpses in one hangar?


    I'm getting sick of coming back to hangar ninety six, but there is no avoiding it. This is what my existence needs. My existence is the demise of many others' arms and legs. The world is not a good place, nor is there innocence for me to hide in. Seven hundred and sixty one pairs of eyes look around the room aimlessly, and mine join the crowd. I see these bodies, massacred, immobile. For all the carnage here, the stench of decay is non-existent.

    I try to turn away. The hangar spins but nothing moves, and my view is the same. I look, but don't see any sanitation workers, for that matter, I haven't seen the guys in suits since they dissapeared from my hallway.

    [edit]BAHHHAHAHA my super long copy and paste posts have killed this story/topic PH33R ME!!![/edit]
  • noobynooby Join Date: 2003-04-21 Member: 15717Members
    Will I, won't I, go.
  • BadKarmaBadKarma The Advanced Literature monsters burned my house and gave me a 7 Join Date: 2002-11-12 Member: 8260Members
    not that i really give a sideways **** but why here? why not make your own topic?
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