I have at times the distasteful pleasure of being other people in my dreams. From time to time I know who they are and the events can unfortunately be real.
I was my brother once during a visit from my schizophrenic sister as he was seeing her to a Greyhound bus to send her back to California. I was one of my nieces and caught a glimpse of the relationship between her and her father.
This was a dream of somebody I didn't know personally at all and never came into personal contact with.
There is an enormous military installation, underground, so secret it is only shown to certain Presidents. A seemingly industrial setting, and I shall have to rely on a few brief memories (from the President's mind):
Imagine a stocky Southerner in his mid 50's, short hair, a short sleeve white shirt and dark tie who exudes that special down home comfort and Christian certainty. He's leaning with his hand against a rail, utterly at ease on what looks like either a raised platform or the top of a flight of metal stairs and he is explaining some of the local capabilities to a newly elected US President like he might talk about his fishing tackle: genetic engineering from alien DNA, human-alien hybrids, anti-gravity, the list is quite extensive.
The last thing I remember is him nodding and saying in that special down home way: “We read minds, too.” Giving away the fact that he wasn't quite all human himself.
Somewhere nearby by I saw a tall very thin gentleman of ordinary northern latitude Caucasian complexion in dress blue Air Force uniform walking along without a patch of hair on his head and a hat size much too big for regular folks.
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Wednesday
I have these peculiar dreams...
I was much surprised, to find myself standing on the moon and asking myself as I looked up at that black sky, "could I really stand living here?"
At one time I was an enthusiast for living in space, but aside from reading a little about Lagrange points, I didn't know very much about it.
Why would anyone want to live above the sky?
I would imagine my interest in the topic was the impetus for the dreams.
Space stations, aliens, and nasty aliens have been in my dreams for quite some time.
Although contact with some aliens was neutral. For example, there is an instance where an alien ship has crashed, and I dreamed I was one of the contemporary scientists trying to communicate with it. I remember interviewing it in the open air, we didn't know what to feed him so we gave him graham crackers soaked in milk. He seemed like a he.
We were able to converse, and he was quite critical of the human race, although I don't remember the details. He was quite large, as though a great bald fat man with a rough orange hide were sitting comfortably in the shade.
I wasn't aware of his ultimate disposition.
I find it strange that my dreams are as detailed and seemingly correct in their interpretation of what living on the moon and in space would be like.
On what was a ride on a light rail system over an urban landscape, it seemed much like a ride on the BART on a sunny day. Except that the houses were constructed differently specifically not to admit much sunlight.
In the dream my mind was on the fact that air was a utility that had to be piped to the house like cooking gas.
The sun was much brighter than I had imagined it could be. Sunlight on the moon is not conditioned and filtered as sunlight is on earth. More than a sunburns' worth of radiation.
On the train ride I did not look up to see the sky, but the landscape was so bright and interesting that I kept my eye on that. On a sunny day (every "day") the moon is extremely bright, I was actually shocked by it when I woke up. I had for some unknown reason not expected such light on the lunar surface.
I had two dreams about the moon, and I'm not sure which came first because the second one (the one with the train) seemed to have no atmosphere. And the first one had a heavy gas atmosphere which included xenon.
Who said dreams are sensible?
The "space stations" looked much more practical than the ones you see either on TV or in science fiction movies, or the ones I read about in grade school. Imagine a core tubular geodesic framework with large pods hung off it at intervals, and the whole thing rotated for gravity. Want to add more living space, extend the core geodesic and add some more pods.
The real evaluation can only take place as the centuries click by, unless things move much faster than I can imagine which is very possible.
u3C
At one time I was an enthusiast for living in space, but aside from reading a little about Lagrange points, I didn't know very much about it.
Why would anyone want to live above the sky?
I would imagine my interest in the topic was the impetus for the dreams.
Space stations, aliens, and nasty aliens have been in my dreams for quite some time.
Although contact with some aliens was neutral. For example, there is an instance where an alien ship has crashed, and I dreamed I was one of the contemporary scientists trying to communicate with it. I remember interviewing it in the open air, we didn't know what to feed him so we gave him graham crackers soaked in milk. He seemed like a he.
We were able to converse, and he was quite critical of the human race, although I don't remember the details. He was quite large, as though a great bald fat man with a rough orange hide were sitting comfortably in the shade.
I wasn't aware of his ultimate disposition.
I find it strange that my dreams are as detailed and seemingly correct in their interpretation of what living on the moon and in space would be like.
On what was a ride on a light rail system over an urban landscape, it seemed much like a ride on the BART on a sunny day. Except that the houses were constructed differently specifically not to admit much sunlight.
In the dream my mind was on the fact that air was a utility that had to be piped to the house like cooking gas.
The sun was much brighter than I had imagined it could be. Sunlight on the moon is not conditioned and filtered as sunlight is on earth. More than a sunburns' worth of radiation.
On the train ride I did not look up to see the sky, but the landscape was so bright and interesting that I kept my eye on that. On a sunny day (every "day") the moon is extremely bright, I was actually shocked by it when I woke up. I had for some unknown reason not expected such light on the lunar surface.
I had two dreams about the moon, and I'm not sure which came first because the second one (the one with the train) seemed to have no atmosphere. And the first one had a heavy gas atmosphere which included xenon.
Who said dreams are sensible?
The "space stations" looked much more practical than the ones you see either on TV or in science fiction movies, or the ones I read about in grade school. Imagine a core tubular geodesic framework with large pods hung off it at intervals, and the whole thing rotated for gravity. Want to add more living space, extend the core geodesic and add some more pods.
The real evaluation can only take place as the centuries click by, unless things move much faster than I can imagine which is very possible.
u3C
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