Path: news.utk.edu!news!newsfeed.utk.edu!news-hog.berkeley.edu!ucberkeley!news.maxwell.syr.edu!btnet-peer!btnet-peer0!btnet-feed5!btnet!mendelevium.btinternet.com!not-for-mail From: chiba@btinternet.com (Zixia) Newsgroups: alt.religion.kibology Subject: Re: Testing my connection to the hivemind Date: Thu, 04 Jan 2001 22:34:45 GMT Organization: World o'Stuff Lines: 97 Message-ID: <3a54f238.13496481@news.btinternet.com> References: <932kb1$cll$1@slb6.atl.mindspring.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: host62-7-71-65.btinternet.com X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.21/32.243 Xref: news.utk.edu alt.religion.kibology:41924 In alt.religion.kibology wobh@thark.barsoom (William Clifford) wrote: >I'm going to take a nap. While I'm sleeping you type in what dreams I >should have, post them here, and I'll try to dream them. > >ALL CAN PLAY! You are playing Perfect Dark, but in better resolution and with your siblings as the enemies. And I mean -you- are playing it. It's not on an N64. You wander around and wonder why you cannot find any of the weapons, even though there are crates everywhere. One of your siblings starts shooting at you and you run away, knowing the way with ease as you bob along the corridors like a professional. Suddenly you find the coolest weapon in the "game" and realise that you have somehow disarmed your sibling. You then run after them, but do not shoot. All of the small animals run up to you and you start petting them. You realise that you havven't seen a blackbird so close before, and squirrels don't seem to be the pests that everyone makes them out to be. You feed the animals with the collection of nuts and seeds that you got earlier and they run off quite content. You walk around the trees and decide to sit on the grass, in the shade of the leaves as the sun sits lazily in the sky on this Summer's afternoon. The train then jerks to a halt and you are stuck half-way between stations. You realise that your hand has just pulled the communications cord and you turn to see that an old lady has collapsed off her seat, and has passed out. After releasing the cord you check to see that she is okay, but things do not look good. On closer inspection, it is an aged relative of yours, but no-one you can really recognise. As you try to revive her, looking around to see if any medical help is forthcoming, you catch a glimpse of some people heading towards you. Through the smoke you can tell that the band have just come on stage and are picking up their instruments. It has been almost a year since the last gig that you went to and you are keen you get back into the swing of things. The first song is good, but you find that you can't hum along to it. It must be something new, but obviously derivative of their earlier work. You still have a bit of a dance, as the mood of the venue gets to you. As you walk backstage you wonder why the statue is talking to you. You look around but no-one else can hear it, and they don't seem to mind if you reply to it either. It is a staute of a Roman, but after you turn away it seems to be more like an animal of sorts. You carry on the conversation but remember little of what is said. It seems like it is a boring time, but you a compelled to listen to what is said next. When you pick up the cup to drink the coffee you wonder why it is still black after you have poured all the milk into it, but it does taste nice and sweet because of this. The coffee only makes you thirsty, as it normally doesn't and, anyway, you knew you should have ordered tea. But "tea" is a difficult word to say when you are cold and you needed something to warm you up. The sand in feels smooth underfoot as you make your way to the sea. There are no pebbles around, but you pick one up and skip it three times on the water before wading in. You get as far as your knees, which is only a short walk, before the seaweed stops you in your tracks. You look back to the shore and wonder how you can make it back the two miles or so that it is that you have come, particularly with all the jellyfish. You reach down and find that the batteries have come out of the torch that you dropped, so you scrabble around to find them in the dark. You find something with one hand, so you quickly put it back the right way up and turn the torch on. The light from the torch is a welcome sight and helps guide you back to the tent without falling down another pot-hole. You open the flap and get back inside, and decide to run a bath. It is then that you notice that it wasn't a battery that was replaced in the torch, but a small vole that was kind enough to help you. It says that you should use bubble-bath to ease away the tensions of the day, but before you can find the bottle, the bubbles froth over the edge and you see that the bath is overflowing. You blow your nose, but only the one M&M comes out making you wonder how many coins you have to insert before you get any more. Searching through your pocket for some loose change you pull out as many coins that fit in your hand, which is about half as many as you can feel. Examining the single coin that comes out in the handful you can see that there is a picture of a lion on the coin. The penguin tells you that there is not enough time to eat properly and that you should stop cooking, but it smells too good. Ignoring the penguin, who looks strangely like your cat, you continue preparing the salad when the oven time goes off and you realise that the lettuce is ready, although it looks like it could use another couple of minutes. The oven timer just won't shut up, but you can't find out where to turn it off. After a little while the alarm wakes you up and you open your eyes to the new day. -- Zixia - "Not a gurl since 1973"