Dusk to Dawn Adventures

If you instead used magnetic resonance to create a field for the brain to push against you don’t *need* to map individual neurons; you just need a polygonal mesh that fits over the total magnetic shape of the brain and infers the individual neural directions via intergral functions- Who cares if we ever get high-volume direct-to-capacitance field magnetics that allow us to directly integrate with machinery? It’ll still be in a world of fucking assholes.

Dream Time

I was in the campus center of St. Mary’s, on the second floor. I was supposed to meet Heather, but somehow when she came up the stairs she did not see me, and walked with her sister up to the Great Room, which was somehow another floor up, with the stairs replacing the doors on the second floor.

Even when I followed her, she could not see me, and I was stuck outside the Great Room until I paid twenty dollars to get in. Even then, when I sat down next to her, she didn’t notice me, and was speaking in some gibberish language. From what I could understand, she was turning into something else (that looked the same), something more advanced, beyond human, and was leaving me behind.

I left the Great Room, and the campus center had turned into a mall.

Dream Time

Had a dream that I was trapped on a beach with a boardwalk leading into a parking lot, and there was a carnival tent with an infinite blackness inside. Somehow, while retrieving a laptop from a car, I was able to connect to the internet and checked my mail to discover that I had a single email titled “Distinction” from Cynthia Chen which just said that I was pleasant and above-average, in the tone of someone writing a review for something like amazon.com or whatever, and an untitled email from Heather saying she had been dating someone named Collins for some time. Afterwards, a massive wave slammed into the beach and began to rise increasingly quickly, and I had to run up a giant grass covered hill between two large skyscrapers, with staircases and courts connecting levels, to avoid being drowned as the horizon grew taller with water.

Dream Time:

There was something wrong with the world again. The distant horizon burned with the colours of fall, and clouds loomed quietly over the sea. We parked in front of a dock that was made of rusted metal, with houses and fences looming on a short hill just over it. An oil-tank shaped building rose up in the waters next to the dock, reachable by door and ladder.

There was a deep sense of unease, as if something was about to occur. The gate allowing us into the dock closed. Something was watching us, hunting us. I managed to escape into the oil-tank shaped building, which appeared to be forming some kind of Fata Morgana on the distant horizon, where I could see in vivid detail a great city being destroyed by a battle between monsters. They appeared to notice me, at which point I left the building again, to find the water level rising steadily.

I scrambled up the hill without much luck, as fences barred my path. Somehow, I managed to open the gate blocking the path, despite obstruction by other people. I can’t remember the details.. just that people kept opposing me, and other people kept trying to get out as well. When I escaped the dock, several cracking sounds were heard. At this point, I woke up.

Upon falling back asleep in a different location, I re-entered the dream and appeared to have made some success in gaining height and distance from the shore, only to be foiled by the fact that the ground was some sort of slope-shaped island leading up to a massive cliff. I had to run through a forest of dark shapes and whispers, opposed by some female force that kept altering the forest to appear as some urban building, but the illusion fell apart whenever something else moved within the building.

Things looking within windows, doors opening behind me. Eventually, I reached the top of the cliff, which was somehow turned around to face the burning horizon I had been running from in the first place. Some monstrous entity sat at the top of the mountain, resembling http://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local—files/scp-363/SCP-363.jpg but with reddened flesh and more ‘alive’, and on goat-like legs. It seemed more malovolent somehow, but not.. hostile.

The three females were also present, and attempted to approach me in an amorous fashion, but stopped when I backed away. The thing kept watching me, and one of them removed the lower mouth guard to reveal it was also lacking a lower jaw. Another one grabbed me, and upon inspection I realized the one grabbing me had Heather’s face, but with the silver eyes. This stopped me long enough for her to reach up to the mouth guard.

I woke up.