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Might as well stop reading now. I'm just jotting down a drem I had recently that was interesting to me - wouldn't be to anybody else but me. Nothing too important.
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Sometimes I have these odd dreams. Not like my regular dreams. These odd dreams are always very vivid. And don't have a random "story" throughout the dream. It's one solid, working story. Hard to think of them as dreams, since they are so... logical?
But the part I stress most about these dreams is that they are so vivid. They just feel... different from normal dreams. I often wake up in a rush. A haze. Like a sudden forced wake-up at some random point of the dream. But, I guess that's not important~
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Anyway, the latest odd dream I had was the other night.
It started out with me as a girl. Which is odd. I've only had one other dream where I was a girl. Don't know what that means, if anything. And the dream took place in the slight future, I believe. There was some kind of odd war going on. A kind of genocide of the human race.
Having a natural, human body was a rare and desired thing in the dream. And that's what I started out with in the dream. A natural, but very out of shape body. Very broken body.
But there were artificial bodies developed with some kind of science. This part reminds me of that "Ghost in the Shell" show, it was very much the same kind of working of that. Odd - because I don't much care for that show. I'm neutral to it. Anyway, there was a problem with those kinds of bodies. Something involving each individual's soul or something. Something that - if you were incompatible with the technology of the cybernetic body, you would either just die instantaneously at the transfer-moment of your soul/mind into the cybernetic body, or your movements would be heavily handicapped. Surviving a transfer into one of those bodies was a difficult thing, even with the greatest technology for it in my dream.
But it came to the point that I was running from a group of people who were chasing me for... I don't remember what reason. If any - it was a dream after all. And I eventually ran into this kind of broken/spare-part yard for the cybernetic bodies. All kinds of random parts that weren't working or broke down or whatever. And my natural body in the dream was breaking down. So in desperation, I began putting parts together. And eventually did make a whole body, though it was all miss-matched and seemed hardly held together.
I did the transfer and survived in the dream. And continued running. Those people were probably still after me, right? And they were. They eventually figured me out, traced my soul or something. And were surprised that I could actually move in the crappy body I had put together. I was so raged at them, I didn't know what they wanted at that part of the dream, I thought they wanted to tear me apart for some reason.
So I fought. They kept yelling things at me, but I didn't stop blindly assaulting long enough to hear or believe them. I just kept hacking away at all these drone androids n' such. And they were -very- surprised that I was holding my own in that shoddy body. But the longer I fought, the more the body began to wear and give out. They kept taking bolts and wires off and everything, until they finally did restrain me.
Then they showed me a new body. A highly-technological cybernetic body that they wanted to transfer me into. It was female too. A lovely body, as well. I almost feel like sketching it. They wanted to put me into that body because - if I could control the shoddy body I created so well, of course i'd be able to control -that- fine body fantastically. Like the best.
I didn't want to at that point. I thought it was some kind of trap. And this feeling is interesting to me, because that is how I feel about almost everything in my life currently... I can't trust anybody but myself. I can't believe anything unless I see it myself. I can't trust in anything unless I made it. It's exhausting... I think that feeling in the dream was trying to tell me something about the way i've been handling things in my life lately.
Anyway, eventually I did transfer into that body. There was this invasion of... I don't know. Whoever the opposing side in the war was. They came in by hoards, and I just started hacking away again. Kill Kill Killing. I can't remember the last dream I had where I was -actually- the one hacking things apart like that. It was an interesting feeling. Maybe it was tryign to tell me something about the way i'm handling things in my life currently as well.
But anyway, I woke up suddenly at about this point in the dream. The feeling was getting to me too much for some reason. Hate waking up like that. And that's all. It was an interesting dream.
edaaz · Mon Mar 24, 2008 @ 05:56am · 2 Comments |
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